#i have so many hobi moments i want to gif i feel annoying some days

[taehyunghobi]

[katnisspeetaprim]

Wardrobe Malfunction Reaction

BTS/FemIdol!Reader

Warnings: Wardrobe malfunction, crying, being upset, being exposed accidentally. Some are angst and some are fluff. I think thats it.

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Kim Seokjin

You and your group were performing at an event in an open topped arena, along with many other groups.

It was extremely windy that day, and wind mixed with short skirts was never a good thing. You all spent the entire performance holding down your skirts and holding back laughter.

As you all ran off stage, you saw BTS waiting in the wings for their turn to perform. Jin was waiting with open arms, smiling widely.

‘Oh my God that was so embarrassing!’ You laughed as you ran into his arms. He laughed back, both of you able to find humour in the situation.

‘You handled it so well though. Nobody was able to catch anything.’

‘They better not have seen! Or our stylist will have a lot to answer for!’

‘Jagi don’t be dramatic. You have shorts on underneath!’ He jokingly flipped your skirt up to prove his point.

‘YAH! Have you lost your mind?’ You whacked his arm as he let out a hearty laugh. ‘You are sleeping on the sofa tonight mister.’

Min Yoongi

As you were performing you could feel the zip on your dress slowly slipping down your back. You didn’t think much of it at first, but as it slipped further, you quickly reached back and held it together the best you could at the awkward angle. You also weren’t able to wear a bra with this specific dress, so there was a lot on the line.

You could see the shocked faces of the crowd as you finished your performance. You kept your head down as you ran off stage, wanting to get to your dressing room as soon as possible, until you felt someone grab your arm.

‘Hey. Let me help.’ You spun round to see the concerned face of your boyfriend. He was stood with the other BTS members, who had all adverted their gaze respectfully. You nodded thankfully and he lead you to a secluded corner and proceeded to zip up your dress, with a surprising amount of difficulty. He made an annoyed face.

‘Why is your stylist giving you clothes that don’t fit?’ You turned round and buried your face into his chest.

‘I’m so embarrassed’ You cried into his shirt. He sighed sadly.

‘There’s no need to be-‘

‘Everybody saw!’ You cut him off sharply. Undeterred, he took your face in his hands and wiped away a tear with his thumb.

‘I promise you, nobody saw anything they shouldn’t have, and you handled yourself so professionally too.’  You nodded, though you were still unsure.

When you saw the broadcast, they had been considerate enough to edit in a way so that the wardrobe malfunction was barely even visible. If people in the studio saw, there had been no footage released of the incident and you hoped it stayed that way.

Jung Hoseok

It was the day after the awards show when the photos were released. You and Hoseok had arrived together, and just as he was helping you from the car, you had accidentally flashed your underwear, which you weren’t even aware you did until the following day.

Some a-hole photographers took advantage of you in that vulnerable moment, so they could get an easy pay check.

‘Hobi... How could I have been so careless?’ You whispered out, trying hard not to cry. Hoseok slammed the laptop closed before sitting next to you and taking your hand.

‘Don’t speak like that. It’s not your fault that some perverts saw and took an opportunity.’ You nodded sadly but didn’t speak.

‘Plus both yours and my fans have been mass reporting the images. Everybody is on your side jagi.’ He rubbed your arms soothingly. Hoseok was trying his best to comfort you, but he didn’t think it was working. He himself had put out a cryptic post on his own Instagram, basically calling out predatory photographers, against the company’s wishes no less. But he knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the situation until every last one of those images were officially scrubbed from the internet....

Kim Namjoon

Your group and BTS were sat besides each other at the awards show, with you and Namjoon bridging the gap in the middle.

Everyone was waiting for them to announce the winners of the current category. You didn’t even know what the current one was, they all kind of mesh together after a while.

Namjoon had his hand on your knee and was whispering things to you that should never be uttered in a public setting when suddenly, your groups name was called, causing you all to jump up in surprise. Only, when you jumped up, Namjoon’s hand came with you. His ring was stuck to your fishnet tights!

‘Joon what have you done!?’ You laughed as you tried your best to free yourself.

‘I didn’t mean to! And you guys are no help!’ Referring to the sniggering BTS members doing nothing to help their leader. You finally managed to get unsnagged and ran to your other members who were already on stage with the award.

‘Sorry I’m late!’ You spoke into the microphone. ‘Wardrobe malfunction!’

Park Jimin

One of the downsides of being a female idol, was dancing in heels. Usually it was only for televised or awards shows you wore heels to dance, but either way you had gotten used to them over the years.

Your group was currently performing on stage for a televised show. There were many idol groups in the audience, but you always managed to spot Jimin in the crowd, cheering you on loudly.

Everything was going smoothly, until you suddenly found yourself on the ground. There was a shoked gasp from the crowd, and your group members were looking on with wide eyes, but they had to carry on. It was then tat you felt searing pain in your ankle. Looking down, you saw your heel had somehow snapped in half and your ankle was now sitting at an odd angle. It was obvious you couldn’t continue to perform. You were trying your hardest to not scream out in pain, but that was easier said than done.

A few stage hands ran out on stage and whisked you away to the medical room.

You were sat on the medical bed, ankle wrapped up and feeling sorry for yourself, when Jimin burst into the room, running over and enveloping you into a hug.

‘Jagi! Oh my God are you ok? When I saw you fall I rushed back here!’ You chuckled softly at his rambling and tapped his arm lightly.

'Jimin I'm fine, it's just a sprain.’ He pulled back and studied your ankle carefully, before pushing you a little more rough than you are sure he intended.

‘No more wearing heels for you! You are on bed rest!’

‘Jimin!’ You exclaimed with a hearty laugh. ‘Stop being dramatic! I’m still performing, I’ll just be sat down.’

‘Nooo! I wont let you!’

‘You’re one to talk about performing whilst unwell.’ You retorted smirking, knowing he couldn’t argue. Jimin flopped down in the chair and crossed his arms with a pout. You had won this round.

Kim Taehyung

Both your group and BTS were attending an American awards show. Since you and Tae were dating, your groups had been close to each other the entire evening. At some point, you and Tae had wondered off a little ahead of the group arm in arm, when you suddenly heard frantic screaming and shouting coming from behind you.

Just as you spun round to see what was going on, you and Tae were knocked to the ground by a girl, excitedly exclaiming about how much she loved you.

As soon as she made contact she was pulled away, though not without taking a chunk of your dress with her. The damaged front of your dress slipped down, exposing the top of your breast before you quickly bought your hand up to cover yourself.

There was so much commotion around you didn’t know what was happening.

‘Jagi your dress!’ Taehyung hissed out, draping his jacket over your shoulders, which you pulled tight. He quickly helped you up, before both of you were lead to a back room by staff.

Taehyung was fuming when you were settled in the private room.

‘What the hell happened? What if she had a knife or something!?’ He yelled at the poor attendant who was profusely apologising.

‘Tae...’ You whispered meekly, catching his attention. He came and sat next to you, rubbing your back.

‘Did anyone see?’ You were afraid to ask, but he knew what you meant.

‘No jagi. You covered up in time..’ He was quick to reassure you.

‘But what if I didn’t though? Oh God.’ You covered your face as you began sobbing. All he could do was try his best to comfort and reassure you that nobody saw anything.

Either way, once he found out who screwed up, he would make sure they no longer had a job.

Jeon Jungkook

You were performing on an outdoor stage. Weather had been predicted to be sunny and clear, but in reality it was coming down so bad that there was talk of cancelling, though with only 1 song left there didn’t seem to be much point.

Unfortunately, what you were wearing had completely slipped your mind. If it were sunny and dry it would have been fine, but in the pouring rain...

You just so happened to glance to the wings where Jungkook was standing, only to see him wide eyed and gesturing up and down his body. It was only then that you looked down at yourself and all the blood drained from your face.

Your WHITE dress had become completely see through from the rain, and your light pink bra and pants were on display.

You froze in place, dread completely taking you over. Hesitantly, you glanced up to the crowd. Your worst fears came true when you saw hundreds of wide eyes and open mouth gaping up at you.

You burst out crying and ran off stage, performance be damned and tried your best to conceal yourself.

Jungkook captured you in a hug backstage, and some helpful stylists ran over and basically threw a couple blankets over your head, to cover your modesty.

‘It’s ok jagi.’ Jungkook comforted you as he quickly lead you away from prying eyes.

‘It’s not ok! Don’t tell me it’s ok when you weren’t the one on display for the whole world to see!’

Jungkook stood wide eyed as you screamed at him. You pushed him away roughly and stalked off alone, clutching the blankets close to your body. Jungkook wouldn’t take your tone personally. He knew you were upset and needed time.

He would do everything he could, pay as many lawyers as he needed to, to make sure that the footage of you never saw the light of day.  

[goldenhickeysandramen]

What if we ask for receipts?

(This post is inspired by some recent posts from some moots on Tumblr)

We spend all day defending Jimin and JK's bond.

All day, all the time, always in the position of defendant, against anons here, trolls on twitter, and in general, hordes of annoying people.

Well then, let's see what happens if we are now the prosecutor, and not the defense lawyer  

Let's see where the hell your receipts are:

- Love expressions: how many times have your favorites declared that they love each other in different kinds of language?. And I'm not talking about the "I love you" that are given to friends for a specific situation (like Hobi leaving for the ms)... or weird hand signals, you know a lot about that and symbols... but big signs of love…

Like suddenly this:

Or this:

 Or this: 

- Intimacy displays: have your favorites given each other hickeys? (this is important...u know I love hickeys)

Have they flirted in front of thousands of people? (and watch out! because here the line between fan entertainment (I won't say the damm word, which I know you don't like) and genuine flirting is very subtle, but distinctive. This is flirting, for instance 😌

Do they've sucked each other's ear in front of thousands of people?

(Or do they have some kink for ears?)

Have they stuck their D's in front of thousands of people?

  (my God, do you realize what they won't do in front of thousands of people)?

- Show the evidence that your favorites live or have lived together (not in the dorms era back in 2018): let's see... let me think... how many times have they suspiciously shared a car, when we didn't know where they lived extra officially? 

Or do have they been at 4 am in the morning together alone, celebrating billboard or actually delivering hickeys? 

Or in the deed of the purchase of a house appears the address where the other lives (91).?

- Samples of tension or awkwardness beyond explanation: look, we have so many receipts here that I don't even know where to start... just look at Jimin's recent bomb and see JK's visit... and well, there it is... the awkwardness of some of their interactions... sometimes it makes you want not to look... sometimes it makes you feel embarrassed... I sometimes think they're going to screw up at any moment.

- Proof of inside jokes that show that they actually WATCH a lot of content together. Do you have any of your own?

- Demonstration of knowing certain personal information. Here I'm sorry, but again we have a lot of receipts. Tae had no idea that JK did a 3 hour vlive. Or Hobi also didn't know about Jimin's "time" (10:13). Instead, Jimin sees all of JK's vlives...and vice versa (as we’ve been able to check recently) and they know most of things they have done, or where they are at each moment (they even know what happened at bae's grandma's birthday)

And now...let’s see and talk about YOUR receipts:

made-up dinners out alone and selfies in bathrooms (not to mention other things you say happen in the bathrooms)

trips for which there is no concrete proof, or which are clearly BTS trips

any close-up, or photo, or mention on vlive....

each pic on Instagram

a look

breathing the same air

stepping on the same ground

And, so far the most robust, outings at their free time. We had in the past months vkook, jihope, hobikook, or vhope outings.

This is what most people are claiming lately. Maybe it is our fault, for having repeated so many times that Jimin and JK were the ones who most "hanged out" together..... now it seems that this mantra is turning against us.....

Well..... NOOOO.... I object your honour!

Because jikook have literally told us recently that they are both super homely. Which I understand. Not just because of their personalities or that they like it, but because outside, they can't be totally free lately. 

Because if JK is constantly being stalked in his country - just look at where he officially lives - and also, as we believe, jikook are a couple, they have a lot to protect and I think they know that the most intimacy and security they have is at home. 

On the other hand, they already know what happens when they are seen in a certain location: that restaurant ends up becoming a crowded place of jikookers or k-army. So, if they go out, they're going to be very careful and most likely they'll go to trusted places, where they don't post their signatures on IG. So, my friends,…WE WON'T KNOW about it! Unless they want to, or go somewhere more public and new.

And then again, Jimin has been busy with his album and hasn't been seen with anyone. NO ONE. The only exception, Hobi's birthday and the drink they had last Sunday or Monday (as a farewell). And we know this because they wanted to tell us... because if they hadn't, or posted any pictures, there would be no receipts from them either (of course! who of us could have been at Hobi's house on his birthday to know?).

But even with all this reasoning … the truth is that friends hang out and that does not mean they are dating. Hanging out doesn’t work with jikook either by itself. Other things must happen (see above 👆 ☺️)

So your receipts, imo, are either conspicuous by their absence or rather lacking in robustness.

Ours, on the other hand, are terrific! Stop asking for more! We've justified enough.

It must be pitiful to ship any “couple" whose ultimate proof of confirmation that they are together depends so much on another couple failing to provide certain evidence that confirms they actually are...the audacity!!! 

[spookyserenades]

THIS IS FOR 1ST YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF TROUVALLE 🎉 🎊 🍾

Readers answer this Prompt- what is your fav moment between y/n and each of the members? (posted by anon).

HERE IS MY RESPONSE!

Jungkook- at first I thought my fav moment would be his 1st scenting scene but after reminiscing on it for awhile I feel like my fav moment with him so far was the bench scene. I don’t know why, but theres something about her reassuring him that she has no favorites that just warms my heart ❤️ also when he thanked her for his b day celebration it was so SWEEET! (Ik thats two moments but i cant choose between then :,(

Taehyung- The moment when tae back hugs y/n at his first art exhibit while they look at the photo he took of her 🥹 that moment is tied with the moment y/n said she trusted him after he told her what happend while he was trying to escape. 

Jimin- Gonna be honest it was hard for me to think of a specific moment between them, I could be wrong but I haven’t seen my mans in a while (besides little tiny moments) 😭. My fav moment has to be when y/n gave surprised him with visa 🥺 she literally shipped a HORSE for him omg 😱 he’s just a manly country man and any time y/n gets the hots for him (like when he was working on the roof of the barn 😉) is always fun lol. Also after his scenting scene (which obvi I love duh) when he talks abt his family and sis 🥺😔

Hobi- The moment when hobi whistles after jin and y/n enter the house after hobi called them when they were sitting in the trunk. He whistles and gets nervous that she gets annoyed by it but she calls it charming and says that its a great way she can find him when hes lost at the grocery store 🥺🥹 sorry i know im rambling but its so cuuute. His scenting scene is also super intense and one i really enjoyed 😉 

Yoongi- The scene during his first basketball game where she ran into his arms!!! He was looking for HER and it is so heart warming to read over and over again. Anytime they tease each other in the kitchen as well!

Joon- Ok, I dont know why but the scene where y/n looses to joon in chess is just so funny to me! And when she throws the chess piece at him and he’s like “you wanna do that again? Hm”. Also when he gave her that opal (i think some stone) after she gave him his b day gifts to show his true appreciation 🥺🥹

Jin- When jin wants to go to the cooking class with HER. 🥹 Also anytime they’ve held each other in their arms while sleeping, like after jin talked about his past with her. This ones short bc honestly they have so many little moments together and so does yoongi and y/n so its hard to pic 🥺 also maybe when she gives him the lord of the rings book, my boy was in his feels 🥺🥹 

TY SO MUCH DANA FOR THIS MASTER PEICE IT IS MY FAV COMFORT FIC PLZ TAKE CARE OF UR SELF AND I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK FOR THIS YEARRRR!!!

HAPPY FIRST YEAR OF TROUVAILLE AHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BESTIE 😭😭😭😭😭

SQUEALING over all of your choices UGH I'm also a HUGE sucker for that moment with the chess match between Y/N and Joon 🥵 There's so many little moments to choose from, maybe I should pick my faves too? 🤔 AH

I LOVEEEEEEE this prompt so much and I'm so grateful to everyone who's joined me on this story's journey so far😭 Thank you for everything, and thank YOU bestie for reminding me of some of the sweetest moments between the characters so far 💕💕💕💕

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Performance - BTS OT7 CEO au chapter thirteen

This chapter killed me too many times, “merry Christmas ya filthy animals” I am never writing smut again

6.5K words, warnings: smut 👀 oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesome, jealousy, groping.

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“Come on beautiful girl, let's get you cleaned up,” Jin smiles, watching your dazed eyes happily.

“I don’t think I can move,” you giggle, making the three of them laugh with you.

“Come on,” you’re lifted into Jin’s arms bridal style and in any other circumstance you’d complain, but you weren’t going to tonight.

“I’m so sleepy,” you yawn, closing your eyes as you were moved.

Hobi follows you both into Namjoon’s en-suite, hair band in his hand to tie up your hair, you could wash it tomorrow they’d keep to the essentials for now. Yoongi isn’t far behind with Namjoon’s top and boxers, steadying you when Jin places you on your feet.

“We’ll have to go in tomorrow, but I think the Maknaes should be allowed to take a last minute day off,” Hobi mumbles to Jin and Yoongi as he ties up your hair, you barely register the words. Jin turns the shower on, setting it to the right temperature while Yoongi handled the towels.

“Namjoon’s sorting it,” is all Yoongi says.

“She’s not going in,” Hobi states what he thinks is the obvious. “We’ll get a doctor to call.”

“Deal with it in the morning, let’s just get my kitten to bed,” you couldn’t make out the words but you could hear the fondness in Yoongi’s voice. You opened your eyes long enough to take in his face and that soft smile he had for you, you’d never seen this one before, it was new, and it was making your heart beat faster, ridding your bones of sleep. Was the steam making the bathroom hotter?

You have to look away, it’s not an intense look of love he’s wearing but it’s so pure it does something to your insides.

“Hyung, why are you taking off the rest of your clothes?” Hoseok says, breaking the moment in an unimpressed tone.

“She can barely stand, I’m not sending her in there alone,” Jin replies aghast as the other two shake their heads in disapproval.

Soft hands pull you under warm water, watching the content sleepy grin on your face as soap lathers on your skin, stealing kisses as the other CEOs watch through the glass, happy envy in their smiles.

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There are three adorable and attentive maknaes on Namjoon’s bed on their knees waiting for you when Jin helps you back in. You tried walking this time, he was pressed firmly to your back for support, an arm around your waist in case you fell, nothing at all to do with keeping you close. Soft kisses on your hair before he has to let you go to the others

“Good night beautiful,” he whispers, a final kiss to your cheek as he hands you over, Jimin’s arm already encircling your waist as his head comes to your chest, a gentle lift and you’re on the bed on your knees but his face is still pressed against you. Your hands comb through his hair and you feel him breathe in content on your skin through your top.

“Guys no funny business, get some rest,” Hobi warns, before turning out the lights and closing the door.

Jimin lays you down with him, the others coming to snuggle beside you, Taehyung behind you spooning your body against his without disturbing Jimin’s face against your chest. Jungkook was behind Jimin but he didn’t lie down yet, he stared at you with big doe eyes you barely made out in the darkness until he turned on the bedside lamp.

“Noona did you miss us?” Why did he have to tug out your heart like that? At your hesitation to answer Jungkook’s tone and features changed, he tried to look serious and annoyed but he was so tired he just came across like a grumpy bunny. “Why would you miss us, you had the Hyungs.”

He scoffs looking away from you.

“They didn’t want to overwhelm her,” Jimin mumbles to their defence, still in the same position, refusing to breathe if the air wasn’t corrupted with you.

“They were mean about it,” Jungkook growled. “It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for us.”

“We’ll get revenge Kookie,” Taehyung murmurs the words into your hair. “Let’s just sleep for now, trust me.”

You don’t say a word, ounces of guilt starting to eat away at you preventing you from sleep. The maknae turns out the lights, settling into bed huffing and tossing, arms crossed in discontent.

One hand still in Jimin’s hair, your other reaches out to him, holding on to his hand hoping he doesn’t pull away. You hear a big sigh in the darkness before it's silent for a moment. The atmosphere between the two of you is so heavy you fight the urge to swallow, at least he didn’t pull away... The thought comes too soon as his small touch is taken from you, sadness about to overtake you until you realise he’s turning to face the cocoon you're in, his arm coming over Jimin to reach you, finding your waist already covered by the other two. He grumbles in discontent before he slides his palm down to your thigh, stroking the bare skin as you all try to sleep.

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You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, all you know is every limb and muscle in your body ached making you whine softly, eyes still closed in the embrace of the maknaes surrounding you.

Fuck, what time was it? Your phone was left in Jungkook’s room, your work alarm too far away to reach you. Heavy lids finally open against the morning light, you wince as you try to untangle yourself from the sleeping forms around you but they grumble disgruntledly as you do.

“Flower where are you going?” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse and deeper than usual in the morning, your heart flutters at the sound, it was criminal to leave it, but you had to. Stupid adult responsibilities.

“I’ve got to get ready for work,” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes hoping it would rid them of sleep with a yawn. You feel him stiffen beside you but it doesn’t register in your mind as you sit up, stretching your arms. You don’t see the way Jimin’s eyes open at your words or the look he shares with Taehyung. You’re pulled back down by Namjoon’s top, an entanglement of arms holding you in place as you recover from the shock.

“Guys I’ve got to go to work,” you whine as they nuzzle against you, the session of cuddling they had envisioned slowly turning into a wrestling match as you try to leave their web. When the hell did they take off their tops last night?

“Don’t even think about it,” Jimin warns, pinning down your arms by your wrists as he leans over you.

“I can’t miss a day, I’ve never had a sick day,” you complain back, avoiding eye contact with their bare beautiful skin. It was too early for this!

Your fussing wakes up the youngest, at first he’s confused why there's so much movement until he hones into the conversation just as you slip out of their hold and off the bed in victory.

“Noona.” His tone of voice makes you freeze, you can hear him sit up and face your back, you were so close to the door, so close to escaping. “Take another step Bunny and I’ll drag you back to bed myself.”

They watch you hesitate, a pitched sound of disagreement leaving your lips as you shuffle in place. Jungkook’s jaw clenches, you had no issues with leaving them out last night, now you were so ready to leave them this morning.

“I’m not kidding Noona.”

You could cut the anticipation in the room with a knife, it was thickening with each passing second. You were completely torn, of course you wanted to turn around and stay but after yesterday, you felt like you had so much to prove at your new job. Could you really take the day off, without any consequences? The thought has anxiety building inside of you, still undecided, bottom lip bitten and chewed as you eye the door.

“Don’t you want to stay with us?”

“It’s one day Flower.”

The insecurity in their voices made you want to cry, it made your mind up for you, turning back, apologies tumbling out of your mouth as you crawl back onto the bed back into their arms, straddling the oldest of the three, littering his neck with kisses.

“Did you forget all about us last night?” Taehyung asks you as he strokes your hair, leaning in close to rest his chin on your shoulder. You shake your head no in answer, unable to trust your voice, it was true you didn’t but you were consumed by the others you focused on the moment.

“You didn’t call for us once,” Jimin grumbles. “Or fight the decision.”

“They didn’t even let us watch Bunny,” Jungkook’s hand joins Taehyung’s in your hair, coaxing you out of the safety of the oldest of the trio’s neck so your eyes were on his. “Your first time with us and we were locked out.”

He pouts but it doesn’t match the angry sadness in his eyes, it wasn’t fair at all.

“Cruel punishment considering it was all our idea,” Taehyung complains. “Ungrateful hyungs.”

“We should’ve just kept the dares amongst ourselves,” Jimin’s hands snake under your top, lifting it as he strokes the skin underneath, eyes trapping you in his gaze. “We were so nice to include the Hyungs and this was how they repaid us.”

“You said it was so they wouldn’t overwhelm me,” you mumble under his stare, recalling his words from last night as your top is stripped off.

There's a collective groan as their gazes drop to your breasts, lips licked in front of you as Jimin grins, a glance back up to your face almost asking for permission but more watching your reaction as his mouth covers your breast sucking on the nipple as the other two watch.

“Would that have been so bad?” Taehyung's large hand pulls your head back with a tug by your hair, exposing your neck as Jimin works his mouth up sucking on the skin harshly. You’re pushed onto the mattress, hands down your side pulling Namjoon’s boxers off.

The way all three of them are staring at your core has it dripping with wetness, making them groan as they watch it drip out. It’s a sight, the three of them holding your legs open to get the best view, sitting in a line as they stared so longingly without a word until-

“I want a taste first,” Taehyung’s the first to break the peace, the others immediately disagreeing and arguing profusely.

“I’m older”, “rock paper scissors”.

The look on their faces has you giggling, making them turn towards you, the light blip in the atmosphere suddenly changing when the glint in their eyes turns dark. The three maknaes were known in the office for giving people whiplash, it was hard to come by such quick switches and sometimes you forgot how dominating their aura could really be, and how well they could hide it just to lull you into a false sense of security.

Even now when your heart pounded in your chest at the way they looked at each other knowingly, their minds syncing. Tongues hanging out to tease you, they make their descent, no… no way. Your back arches at the sheer thought of what they’d done, not one mouth but three fighting for a place on your pussy. The way their tongues entangled on your soft skin made you pant in pleasure, the sheer dirty image ingrained forever in your mind.

You let out a sound, you don’t know how to describe it to your own ear, a whimper? A whine? A plea? You can feel their smirks against you, mind going numb as you’re brought to the edge too fast to fathom. You’re so close you can taste it, and they can too, you should’ve realised it wouldn’t be easy for you. You were involved in their banishment last night, you would have to suffer a little.

Jimin blows teasingly on your folds as they pull away, smirking at the cry they cause to come from your lips. You don’t know who’s hair you’re clawing at, but the deep groan doesn’t leave it a mystery for long. You can feel your limbs being pinned down as you catch your breath, the three staring down at you smugly.

“Was that too cruel?”

They have the audacity to chuckle at your state, you could’ve cried you were so close. Teasing, sexy assholes. You don’t realise you say the last word in your train of thoughts out loud until their eyebrows raise.

“Hyungs tainted my Angel, look at her,” Jimin tsks as his hand strokes your inner thigh, keeping you open for them as he gazes down at your core, you were weeping for them, you wanted them, they could see the proof. “Look at how badly she misbehaved yesterday.”

You swallow around nothing when his eyes shift to you, his stare was suffocating. The hand on your wrist pulls you up until you’re faced with another set of disappointed and dark eyes.

“Do you have any idea what torture it was to hear everything,” Taehyung breathes against your lips. “And not be able to do anything about it?”

“I-I…”

“And the worst of it, they took my name for you and you let them,” he almost growls, teeth nipping at your lip lightly, making you gasp before he pulls away again. “Well if you’re so happy with them using it flower, I won’t call you it again.”

You shake your head in panic, you hadn’t realised you stopped breathing until it came back to you.

“No no no Tae,” anxiety has you clutching on to him, face in your hands as you almost beg him to not be so cruel in his punishment. “It’s yours, I’m your good girl.”

The others almost smirk at how desperate you sound, not forgetting the way the middle maknae’s face changed when they heard the name uttered last night, not once but three times, the rage they saw in the way his jaw was set, and the way his eyes clouded as he hatched his own schemes to get them back.

“You’re not though are you? You’re not my good girl,” His face and voice were so apathetic you hated it.

“I am! Tae I am, I promise.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook utters warningly, not liking the way you were becoming sad, the pool of tears sitting at the bottom of your eyes like a bucket of water ready to spill.

The man your heart was begging for forgiveness from takes his hand behind your head, pushing you closer to him until his lips engulfed yours, fist in your hair but he doesn’t tug, he doesn’t want to hurt you but he can’t deny the hurt in himself. That was his term of endearment, his hyungs had no right, and it caused the ache in him to deepen that you didn’t stop them. It left a bitter taste in his mouth when he tried to utter the name again, like they had ruined it with their hypocrisy, knowing how possessive they were over their own terms of love for you.

You understood all of this with the way he kissed you, returning it with just as much fervour, hoping he would forgive you. You are his good girl, just as much as you were his flower or Yoongi’s kitten or Joon’s baby girl, you couldn't describe how much it would hurt if he stopped calling you that over a mistake made in the heat of the moment. Yeah it was your favourite but only because of the way he said it, how were you meant to explain that to him now?

Your hand slides down his chest to his crotch, pleased to find he was at least hard for you despite his anger. He groans into your mouth when you squeeze, and you swallow it down, feeling him pulse against your palm… You break away from his lips, a tiny string of saliva still connecting you both as you search his hooded eyes for something, permission, love, anything that meant you could keep going, finding a hunger there behind the despondency he was trying hard to keep up, and he’d have convinced you if it weren’t for the way his adam apple bobbed as he swallowed.

You both don’t break eye contact even as you shuffle back and bend down slowly, pulling on the hem of his pyjama shorts until his dick sprung free, the pretty throbbing head stealing your gaze as it leaked precum for you. You wanted to lick it clean.

His breath catches in his throat when you do, tongue sliding across his slit before your mouth envelopes his tip, sucking as your hand finds the rest of his length.

You’re rewarded by not one, but three groans of approval, the loudest coming from the man bucking his hips in your hold. The hum of satisfaction you torture him with makes him grasp your hair in reflex, trying to ground himself. He combs your hair back with his fingers, watching your pretty face sucking on his head obscenely. His flower, his good girl, who the hell did the hyungs think they were to keep this from him?

He groans out, a deep rumbling tone you could listen to on repeat.

“Think you can take more of me my flower?” His voice is thick, no one missed the way your thighs rubbed in reaction to it. You nod before sinking down, taking as much of him as you could as he gently caresses your face watching every second of it even though he wanted to throw his head back. “Such a good girl, my good girl.”

Every praise he uttered had you whining for touch, your legs restless behind you as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter with each word.

Thankfully for you, the other two were growing impatient with their own arousal, smaller but firm hands gripping onto your waist as they mould you into position. Ass up, weight on your knees to balance you, the pose was familiar, a reflection of last night, the same feeling of exposure tingling down your spine, you can feel Jimin’s hungry gaze on your folds. His fingers bypass the ache in your clit, sliding into your cunt with two fingers, his only purpose to prep you for his cock.

“Relax angel,” his voice slipping into a gutteral sexy tone, rubbing the cheek of your ass soothingly, unable to help himself grab the plump skin with a little tug. The fingers inside of you scissor you open quickly, the scene in front of him spurring him on. His angel and Tae, looking so sinful and spent, the strain in his shorts was begging him for relief.

He tries not to smirk at the whine that comes from you when his fingers pull out, drenched in you, or the way the noise you make around Taehyung’s cock causes him to moan uncontrollably, bucking his hips into your mouth to chase the sensation.

“Fuck flower,” he cries out after an uncontrolled thrust. “Such a pretty perfect mouth.”

The sight is enough to almost make Jimin lose his load right there, taking off his shorts desperately before situating himself behind you on his knees. He doesn’t know who he’s teasing when he wets his dick on your folds, sliding along them as if he were already inside of you, one hand on your hip the other stretched out for the forgotten maknae watching with a gaze of want. His mouth engulfs the oldest’s fingers with a groan of his own, grabbing onto his wrist as if he would take them away too soon. Jungkook’s doe eyes go hazy in a way Jimin understands after being in a similar position last night after Namjoon’s ‘reward’, poor maknae was going to have to wait a little longer due to this hierarchy, he could have a little treat now.

“Angel tastes good right?” Jimin smiles knowingly, pulling his hand away from the youngest though he protests.

“Noona you taste so good,” he groans almost painfully, voice so heavy with lust you almost don’t recognise it.

The sound makes you wiggle your hips against Jimin, hoping he’d get the message while trying to keep your focus on the man in front of you too. A little part of you understood why they were kicked out of the room yesterday, overwhelmed didn’t even begin to cover it. Too many actions called for your senses at once, you couldn’t focus, hazy mind set on one thing, your pleasure.

The oldest of the three chuckles to himself, hand stroking down your spine as you whined for him to hurry, Jungkook leant back on the headboard spaced out and horny for attention matching your tone as he wordlessly begged too.

It should have been a powerful feeling, and partly it was, but more so he felt this flare of affection happily fill him at the picture surrounding him. You push back against him again and he decides he’s teased the room enough, bulbous head brought to your hole, stretching you open as his dick dips in.

You hear him groan at the sensation setting you off with your own, a chain reaction as your vocal chords send delicious vibrations to Taehyung's ridgid length that stills in your mouth. He was so close but he didn’t want to finish yet, not yet. You feel Jimin sink into you inch by inch, mumbling incoherently about something ‘warm’ and ‘wet’ behind you, you have such an urge to turn back and see him, just to see how fucked out he looks, whether its anything like he sounds.

There's a still moment between you three, like a second of calm before the storm, and then something ignites. Simultaneously they both pull out of their respective holes until the tips of their dicks are left inside like a plug, before pounding into you at their own pace.

Taehyung hits the back of your throat, letting himself go deeper than what you thought you could take. You could feel him in your neck as the intrusion made you gag, your hands landing on his thighs as he took control with an unforgiving pace, large hands in your hair and your face, both contrasting each other as one grasped your strands harshly, the other caressed your jaw and cheek, anchoring you to him.

“You’re so fucking perfect angel,” Jimin grunts, his grip on your hips bruising, but you’re thankful for his strength when you’re trying to stay up on shaky thighs. You’re so fucking full yet on the verge of begging Jungkook to take your last hole just to feel them all at once, but with Taehyung’s dick embedded in your mouth the words never come. The thought alone has you clenching around Jimin, eliciting a growl that reduced to a series of whimpers. His hands leave your love handles to wrap around your waist as he leans over you, a new angle that hits you just right as he ruts against you desperately to chase his own high.

A muffled endless moan tries to escape you, rising higher and higher in pitch as he rubs against that one spot again and again, your mind clouding as you start to fall closer to release.

“Right there Angel?” he asks before placing kisses on the skin of your back, quickly turning into little bites as you clench around him. “Ahh Taehyung she’s close.”

“I’m close too,” he replies with a groan that continues, head thrown back as he can’t hold back any longer. He was so affected by the way your throat constricted around him, how warm you were, how well you were taking him, taking them! “Can I cum inside flower? Please can I cum?”

The switch in his voice pushes you close to the edge, your grip on his thighs tightening as if to say ‘don’t you dare pull out’, it’s like he can hear it, thrusts stuttering as ropes of release pour out of him into your mouth. You try sucking him harder when you feel him cum, swallowing each drop the best you can. The hands on your head grow firmer as his moans fill the room, finally throwing you off the edge as you squeeze around his best friend.

Jimin’s whines come out in pants, unable to hold back with the way your release tries to gush out of you, soaking him as he slides in and out of you desperately. He stills, buried deep inside of you when he feels his high take over, almost shuddering as thick spurts of cum fill your hole, making a mess as it mixed with your own release.

You all come down breathlessly, unwilling to move or pull out and away from each other. Taehyung slides out of your mouth first with a deep hum, the texture of your mouth slowly becoming too much for his sensitive cock to handle. Jimin pulls back, watching the way his dick comes out of you so beautifully he almost reached for his phone, tired grin adorning his face.

“Noona,” a needy voice calls for you as you rest your head on the soft mattress below you, sounding equal parts horny and almost grumpy, you let out a breath of laughter.

You don’t know where you find the energy to sit up, smiling at the three lovingly before you straddle the maknae.

“Did you forget about me again bunny?” His voice matches Jimin’s guttural tone and accent when he’s turned on, hands grabbing the flesh of your ass as he looks up at you, eyes narrowed and dark with desire.

You lean down as if you were about to kiss him, shaking your head no as your nose brushed against his, the act has him smirking fondly as much as he wanted to hide it from you. Taehyung comes to lie beside him, looking up at you from a similar position as he relaxed in his post orgasmic bliss, soft grin of affection over his features.

You pull away from the maknae, eyes on his shorts that were stained with precum, fingers already pulling them down. He lifts his hips off the bed to help you, gaze still fixed on your expressions and reactions to his length, loving the way your breath caught, the way your swallowed hungrily despite the soreness settling in your throat, despite having had two dicks already. He feels a sense of pride fill him where once there was a buried resentment that he had to go last when he wanted so badly to be first.

His hands stroke your sides as you position yourself above him, reaching for his length making him scratch your skin lightly at the sensation of being in your palm. He doesn’t hold back his moan when you sink slowly onto him, you were so wet, so drenched, so unbelievably warm he almost lost his load there after waiting for so long. He loved the sounds you made that matched his as you rocked backwards and forwards, hands on his shoulders for support, eyes closed in concentration. He almost wanted to hit his hyung next to him for muting you with his dick in your mouth earlier. You looked so perfect riding him, he didn’t want to close his eyes despite how heavy his lids became.

Jungkook was so loud, you hadn’t realised the moans coming from his mouth would turn you on so much, or bring you to the brink of another orgasm so quickly. You almost lose it when you start to bounce on his dick, setting the pace for yourself so not to fall over the edge just yet, but his hips thrust up to meet you a few times, almost pushing you as you try to hold back.

“Angel,” a low voice mutters into your ear, you feel Jimin’s breath on your skin, a soft kiss on your shoulder as he leans into your form. “Our Jungkookie has a secret kink you might want to know about.”

He grins when you turn to him for a second with hooded eyes before turning back to the maknae in wonder.

“Shall I tell you?” he whispers as if disclosing something scandalous to you.

You nod, of course you wanted to know, the thought alone of what it might be sends a new wave of need down your stomach to your core.

“Jungkookie loves being bitten angel,” he says, watching the way your face flushed more when the maknae groaned in agreement, unable to hold back his desire for the act as it filled his mind.”Don’t be gentle, the maknae likes a bit of pain with his pleasure, loves it if you mark him up.”

The youngest seemed to agree with every word uttered, the grip on your hips increasing harshly as he thrust up into you harder and deeper than before, head thrown back against the headboard as you eye his neck he exposed to you. You press your lips against his jaw, soft quick kisses travelling slowly along it, a teasing small flick of your tongue against his skin making him release a pleading moan. You work your way to his neck, stretched for you in a wordless request, nuzzling your nose in the spot you wanted to mark up.

“Noona please,” he begs so beautifully, who were you to deny him. “Please Noona, ple- ahh.”

You aren’t gentle, and he loves you for it, hips faltering in their thrusts as he feels you bite and suck on his skin, pinching it harder between your teeth when he starts to pound into you desperately again. He comes undone so fast, mumbles of thanks and praises tumbling out of his lips as his thumb finds your clit to bring you down with him.

Your jaw slacks when you join his release, tongue licking at the reddened mark as you shake in his hold, cumming so hard you hold onto him for dear life, and he doesn’t let you go, arms wrapped around you to keep you close. He keeps his hips moving even when you squirm against him from oversensitivity, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay inside of you like this for the next day at least.

“Kookie too much,” you whimper as you try to move away, whining when his hold doesn’t relent even a little. He compromises, stopping his movements and settling for keeping you with him like this. You lie your head on his shoulders when you feel like you can catch your breath, burying yourself against the bruise you made, a deep sound vibrating from the maknaes throat at the sensation, completely oblivious to the look the three shared.

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“I hope your plan is worth the amount of shit you’re about to get us into.” Jimin chuckles to Taehyung as he takes a seat in the private jet, pulling you onto his lap as the other two settled.

“We’re going to get into so much trouble,” you mumble with a flare of anxiety. “Guys I can't take another day off work.”

“Bunny, we're pretty much dead when we get back, so we might as well enjoy, okay?” Jungkook grins, eyes on the tights on your thighs, tongue wetting the corner of his lips as he stares with no shame.

“Flower it's one more day, plus it's a little more believable if you have two days off for sickness, and then we have the weekend and you’re back to business monday, I promise,” the mastermind behind this dastardly plan says convincingly. “Plus we’re going somewhere special.”

Your eyes narrow at the CEO, he holds your gaze with no wavering conviction, stubborn and unmoving in what he wanted.

“Why am I being pulled into your revenge plan?” You whine, bouncing a little on Jimin in frustration as he stills your hips.

“Angel, be careful, wait till the stewardess is out of sight,” he stage whispers suggestively, chuckling when you turn to face him with a serious pout.

“You’re not a pawn flower,” Taehyung reassures you.

“You’re in the middle of all this bunny,” Jungkook grins with all his teeth on show. “Don’t forget we haven’t completely forgiven you either.”

“It still hurts if I even think about it angel,” the man you sit on sighs dramatically to win your favour.

“Can I at least know where we’re going?” you mutter, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. You stare Taehyung down again, watching his stoic face not show an inclination of any thought. The corner of his lips rise a little as he decides to give in.

“Your favourite place,” he reveals, watching your reaction.

“My favourite place?” You frown, looking between them for a real answer to the question.

“Italy,” he finally satiated your curiosity with a smile, watching the stubborn expression on your face soften. They remembered? The memory of your first holiday after joining their company resurfaces, the way you rambled in their office about how much you loved it there, did they really remember that? Your heart hurts a little, and you aren't sure why, it was as if their revelation caused it to move within you, growing in their affection.

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“The house is empty,” Yoongi says as they step in after a long day, every light in the mansion was off, no signs of life at all.

“Maybe they’ve gone out for dinner?” Hoseok suggests, turning on the lights, it felt empty without you inside of it, an almost eerie feeling surrounded them.

Namjoon sighs, he really wanted to find you after work today, just be in your presence with the rest of the CEOs, happily having dinner and making plans for the weekend ahead.

“Let me call them,” Jin says as he reaches for his phone.

The phone doesn’t ring, an automated voice greets him instead. He stares at the device with a frown of frustration, out of service? Why was your phone off?

“The call won’t go through,” he mutters, trying again but to no avail.

“Maybe she has no signal?” Hoseok contemplates. “Try calling through the wifi.”

Jin does as he’s told, pleased to find the line ringing.

“Put it on speaker Hyung,” Namjoon asks, wanting to hear your voice too. But it isn’t you that answers.

“Good evening Hyung,” A deep voice comes through the line smugly.

“Taehyung?” Yoongi scowls. “Where are you guys?”

“We came to flower’s favourite place,” he says cryptically.

The four CEOs share a puzzled look, your favourite restaurant? Is that what he meant?

“Okay we’ll come and join you for dinner,” the lead CEO decides, nodding to his hyungs as they make their way out again, freezing when they hear the almost evil sounding chuckle come through the phone.

“We’d be waiting for you for a while Hyung,” he snickers.

“Taehyung where did you take my beautiful girl?” Jin dares to ask, staring at the phone intently.

“We’ve decided to go on an impromptu holiday for the weekend.”

“What?” Namjoon exclaims in shock, the four of them taken back, trying to make sense of the words. "You did wha- Bring her back right now."

“Have a good weekend Hyung,” Taehyung says sadistically. “I know we will.”

The line cuts from the other end, the four men standing with their jaws open, unable to come to terms with what just happened.

“The brats did what?” Yoongi shakes his head to break out of his stupor, eyes closing tightly. “With my kitten?”

When he opens them again the others are met with rage in his gaze, igniting their own. His hands reach into his breast pocket, fumbling for his phone as he dials again.

“We really should have seen this coming.” Hobi lets out a breath of humourless laughter, still in disbelief as he runs his hands through his hair. Namjoon’s hands find his hips, jaw clenching at the audacity the maknaes had. His eyes find Seokjin’s, realising the oldest of them was seething like a bomb about to blow with how silent he stood.

“Y/n where the fuck have they taken you?” Yoongi growls down the line, silent for a moment as he hears you respond.

“She picked up?” Hobi's eyes grow wide, his hands itching to take the phone away from Yoongi’s ears but the look on his face stops him.

​​"Kitten, you just agreed to these brats? You didn't think to tell us first?"

Whatever excuse you give him has his eyes close in frustration, taking deep breaths to calm himself as the others watch wanting to hear your voice too but too afraid to ask. Ears lean in closer as they try to make out your mumbling words, they do however hear the end of the conversation.

“Jungkook that’s my phone, give it ba-” the line cuts out again, and the four stand in their empty house alone without any access to you. It was going to be a long weekend.

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Bonus scene:

“Hyung, did you really think I couldn’t hear you all calling her good girl?”

Now the haze of lust cleared up Namjoon realised they might have messed up. He scratches the back of his head with a sheepish expression, a stark contrast to the deadly one on Taehyung’s face.

“You heard that?” He chuckles in a little shame, face heating up under his stare.

“Not once, three times,” the younger CEOs voice was calm, but that was how Namjoon knew he was about to blow.

“We got caught up in the moment, it was just…” Namjoon tries to explain, mind drifting to your face and body when they used it. “But Taehyung her reaction to that name, we couldn’t help it,”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say, he realised once the words left his mouth. If there was a detonate button, the lead CEO found it.

“It's my name for her,” he starts off with a growl, hands fisting as he almost visibly shakes with anger from the betrayal, voice rising in volume and rage as he continues. “It's what I share with her, my special name, and you hyungs just took it like it meant nothing!”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon sighs exasperatedly, understanding the younger’s words but also remembering the suggestion Yoongi had made. Fingers fumbling he mutters, “you have two names, can’t you be willing to share one?”

The look of shock lasts for a minute, silence taking them both as the words sink in.

“That’ s fine hyung,” he replies deadpanned. “I’ll just call her baby girl and kitten a few times to make it even,”

It was Namjoon’s turn to wear a look of stupor, a sudden flare of possessive anger burning through his chest at the suggestion.

“She’s my baby girl,” he growls unimpressed, realising just how mad Taehyung must’ve been.

“She’s my good girl,” he says just as aggressively through gritted teeth. “If you want two names, come up with your own.”

With that he passes the older CEO into his room, already hatching a million different ideas on how to get them back.

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Telling Him You’re Going To Therapy ~ BTS Reaction

A/N: There are no specific mentions of reasons for therapy, trauma or upset, but if therapy is something you don’t wish to read about, please scroll through this reaction!

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Jin:

His head slowly nodded as he listened closely to every word you told him, waiting until you finished speaking before clearing his throat. “If it’s something you want to do, I’ll support you, always.”

“I don’t know what else to do,” you admitted, moving a little bit closer towards him. “It will help me, and that’s what I need right now.”

He bit down on his bottom lip, wrapping his arm around you. “I wish that maybe there was more that I could have done for you to stop this from happening.”

“There’s nothing you could do Jin, this isn’t happening because of you.”

He sighed gently, “that doesn’t make it any easier to see you go though.,” he frowned, “I know this is what you need to do, but I can’t help but feel like I should have done more.”

“Regardless of whether you were here or not, this feels like the only option for me right now.”

“Do you think it will work?” He asked you.

“I hope so,” you frowned, “I can’t make any guarantees, but if it helps make my life a little bit happier, it can’t a bad idea, can it?”

“Of course not, which is why I’ll support you all the way.”

Yoongi:

As soon as he felt your presence in the room, he sensed that something was wrong, encouraging you to sit down beside him. “Has something happened? You look like you’ve had a bad day.”

“I need to tell you something,” you sighed, looking away from his eyes. “I’ve decided to give therapy a try, I need the help from it.”

He nodded slowly, resting his hand against your thigh. “If anything, I’m relieved, as hard as it will be, this feels like the right thing for you to do right now.”

“I can’t keep putting it off forever when it will be a chance for help.”

He agreed with you immediately, “it’s a tough decision to make, and I know how hard it’s been for you, but I think you’ve made the right choice, for your own benefit.”

“I need to start thinking about the long-term future, I can’t let this eat away at me forever.”

“You’ll be able to look forward rather than back,” he smiled.

“Exactly,” you acknowledged, “whilst I know it won’t be easy now, hopefully at the end of it I’ll be relieved that I will have done it.”

“It’ll get easier, it just takes a bit of time, that’s all.”

Hoseok:

Pulling up outside of the centre, the events that were unfolding finally began to hit him. “I know I said I wouldn’t cry, but it scares me to think that you’re going to go through this Y/N.”

“There’s no reason to be scared,” you assured him, forcing a smile to your face. “When this is over, we’ll both be thankful that I’m here.”

His head slowly nodded, glancing out of the window. “I know this is what you want, and I’ll always support you, it just feels a bit like a weird nightmare.”

“It will for a while, but eventually it’ll get easier, the more I keep coming.”

His eyes met yours, “I’m just worried about you. You’ve placed so much hope on this working out, I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s let you down or that it’s not working.”

“They’re professionals for a reason Hobi, there’s no chance that this won’t at least help me.”

“I’ll wait here until you finish,” he told you.

“I could be a while,” you frowned, but he simply shrugged, not caring at all. “I’ll tell you all about it when I come back out.”

“I’ll be right here waiting, just be safe, for me.”

Namjoon:

As soon as you told him what you were planning to do, he was on his laptop researching all of the best places in the city. “If you’re going to do this, you need to make sure that you pick somewhere good.”

“Namjoon,” you whispered, “this is something that I need to look into, I can’t just go anywhere because it’s good.”

He frowned, pushing his laptop aside. “I want to make sure that you get the best, therapy can be really helpful, but you need to do it the right way.”

“I’ve looked into it a lot myself, that’s how I cam to this decision in the first place.”

Slowly, he began to settle, realising how overbearing he was becoming. “I just want everything to be perfect for you, I want you to walk out at the end of all of this feeling a lot better.”

“Trust me that I will take care of this, and myself. I appreciate you care, but this is my thing.”

“Is there somewhere you already want to go?” He questioned.

“There is,” you replied, “I’ve read every website out there and all the feedback, they will work perfectly for me, exactly what I need.”

“In that case, I’ll step back, and support you from afar.”

Jimin:

When you invited him to sit down with you, he instantly began to worry that some bad news was coming his way. “Why does this feel like a movie scene when you’re going to tell me it’s not working.”

“It’s nothing like that,” you half smiled, taking a hold of his hand. “I wanted to let you know that I’ve made the decision to give therapy a try.”

He nodded, smiling back across at you. “Really? I’m so pleased you feel ready to give it a try, I always thought it was something you might benefit from.”

“I thought you’d be a little annoyed or disappointed that I hadn’t told you before.”

His brows knitted together, “you told me when you were ready, and that’s more than fine with me. I’d never be annoyed at you for making such a difficult decision for yourself.”

“I’ve been debating about it for so long, but now I feel like it’s the only option left for me.”

“I’m proud of you for doing this,” he smiled.

“I hope it works,” you sniggered, “I need to find a way out of this loophole, and right now therapy feels like the only escape to take.”

“I know it will help you, it’s exactly what you need.”

Taehyung:

The moment you finished talking, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame, holding onto you stronger than he ever had before. “I can’t even tell you how proud I am of you for doing this.”

“I never thought therapy would be the way,” you whispered into his chest, “but nothing else works anymore, it’s stuck with me.”

His head tilted down to look at you, “this is nothing to be ashamed of Y/N, we all need help sometimes, it takes guts to stand up and ask for help.”

“I always thought I’d deal with it alone, but I’m too weak to do that.”

His breath hitched as he spoke, “you’re not weak at all. You’re doing this to make yourself a stronger person, you were strong to make the decision to go to therapy, not weak at all.”

“Will you come with me to my appointments? I could do with a bit of support at the start.”

“Anything you need from me, I’ll be there,” he assured you.

“Thank you for supporting m,” you muttered, looking up at his eyes, “not many people would be as supportive as you have been.”

“I just want to see you get better, that’s all I want.”

Jungkook:

The blame instantly was placed on himself as you told him your plans, sinking back in his chair, and letting go of your hand. “This feels like my fault, I wasn’t there for you properly.”

“You can’t blame yourself Jungkook,” you sighed, “my family and friends have all tried to help me and none of it has worked, it’s not just you.”

His hands brushed through his hair before looking across at you, “I’m your boyfriend though, aren’t I supposed to be the one that you talk to no matter what?”

“Sometimes I don’t want to talk, that’s why I’m doing this, to help myself.”

As hard as it was for him to hear, he knew it was for the best. “If it will help you in anyway, you know that I’ll encourage you to do it, I’d never stop you from doing this for your own benefit.”

“If you know that I’m doing the right thing, you’ll know that you can’t blame yourself for it.”

“But it’s not your fault either,” he pointed out.

“I know it’s not,” you smiled, “it’s just the way of the world. But now I’m ready to take the step and let all of it be forgotten.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you to get, help.”

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[artaefact]

grinchly, yours.

—wordcount: 15k+

—genre: angst, fluff, bookshop owner!reader, florist!hoseok, bookshop au, christmas au, flower shop au, s2l au

—pairing: jung hoseok x f reader

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: awkward moments, a cemetery scene, mention loss of loved ones, a soft!hobi

—summary: Christmas time is around the corner, everyone is celebrating to their heart’s content, but not you. No, you despise Christmas and the joy it brings. That is, until a friendly florist decides to pay your bookstore a visit.

author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write a character with the grinch’s personality and this story has been revolving around my head for some time !! happy reading everyone 💖 

prompt: “carolling” for @btsholidaybingo event & “winter market date” for @kdiarynet winter hearts event !!

© artaefact 2020. All rights reserved. Copying, reposting, translating, and modifying in any platform or by any means is NOT permitted.

You nearly lose it when a snowflake lands on your face — specifically, your eye — for the third time now as you pad along the asphalt road. Releasing a breath, you calm yourself. This should be a regular occurrence for you. Still, you can’t help but scowl at the sight of fake candy canes and decorated fir trees near the streets and shops, and well, basically everywhere.

Once you near your bookshop, another annoyed sigh escapes your lips when you find a group of people singing right in front of the door again. Honestly, your patience is running thin as you have once told them to not sing in front of your bookstore.

Cursing under your breath, you try not to meet anyone’s eye and opt to quickly enter your shop. However, one of the members notices you and waves at you. You recognise him as Jimin — a local baker who likes to stop by your bookstore to look for recipe books.

After responding with a brief nod at him, you unlock your door and rush inside.

It’s not even Christmas yet, so why are these people singing Christmas carols early in the morning already? The sun has barely even risen up!

A relieved sigh escapes your lips when you can’t hear the choir anymore, at least muffled by the door of your bookstore. Moving towards the cashier table, you place your messenger bag underneath it before getting to work.

Carrying boxes of books back and forth from the supply room is the daily norm for you. You find comfort hidden between the shelves while you stack the newly-delivered books neatly into their allocated place. Many would say that it’s a lonely job, especially since you refuse to hire anyone to work in your store. But you don’t. You seldom feel that way.

The soft music from the jukebox is the only thing that keeps the bookshop from falling into complete silence as you work on reshelving and rearranging the books. That is until the bell on top of the front door rings.

“Welcome!” You place the books on the wooden floor, standing up only to see Jimin peering on the aisle you’re in, smiling ear-to-ear.

Sighing internally, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to pop in and say hi.”

You sit back down on the wooden floor and continue to shelf the books. “Didn’t you do that before?”

“You didn’t say a word.” He moves closer and plops down beside you.

You merely shake your head, still focusing on your task. “How many times do I have to tell you not to let those choir people sing in front of my store?”

“Right,” Jimin answers sheepishly. “You see, we are still scouting for another area and—”

“Well then, find it quicker. Why don’t they just sing in front of your bakery?”

“It’s not exactly an ideal spot for singing…”

“And the front of my store is?”

“There’s not much public transport station here—”

You huff in annoyance. “If you don’t have anything else to do besides making excuses, I would appreciate it if you leave. As you can see—” Lifting one of the books in emphasis, “—my hands are full.”

Despite your cold words, Jimin dismisses it quickly. “Well, I’m looking for a book about plants.”

“Botany?” Your brows furrow. “Did baking go wrong?”

He snorts. “As if, but my friend is looking for one. He asked me if I could get one for him.”

“Is there a particular book he’s searching for?”

Jimin hands you a piece of paper.

“Oh, I have to place an order for this one,” you utter. “I’ll send you a text when it has arrived.”

Nodding, Jimin finally stands up and is ready to leave when you call him.

“Oh, and Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“For the last time, take your fellow choir crew somewhere else to sing.”

✧༺♡༻∞ ∞༺♡༻✧

The box lands on the cashier desk with a thump before you send a message to Jimin, a week later.

[ 2:05 PM ] You: your friend’s book is here

Placing your phone on the table, you peel off the wrapping tape and open the box. The printed white letters of Guide to Gardening contrast against the pine green background of the hardcover as tiny drawn flowers scatter across the edge of the cover.

You read the synopsis curiously, wondering how someone can find garden-work interesting when your phone dings — a text notification from Jimin lights up your phone screen.

[ 2:09 PM ] Jimin: Oh! I’ll tell my friend to pick up the book himself. He should be able to swing by today.

Not bothering to reply to him, you put away the book for safekeeping — leaving Jimin on read, as usual, and get back to check your supplies, making sure everything’s in stock.

An hour or two have passed until someone enters your bookstore. “Excuse me?”

Looking up from the papers, a new customer staring at you. “May I help you?” You ask, standing up from your seat.

“I ordered a book. And my friend, Jimin, told me it has arrived.”

“Oh!” You scramble through your paper-covered desk, reaching for the book. “Are you—” You check the name it was ordered under. “—Hoseok?”

He nods, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Here you go.” Handing the book to him. “Is this what you were looking for?”

The subtle smile on his face turns into a bright grin as soon as he reads the title. “It is.”

“Great,” you nod. “Do you still want to take a look around, or would that be all?”

Hoseok’s gaze lingers on you, a bit too long for your liking, but he shakes his head regardless. “This would be all for now.”

“That’ll be twenty-five dollars.”

While you print the receipt, he asks, “Are you a friend of Jimin’s?”

“Acquaintance,” you correct him, handing his receipt.

“I see. May I know your name at least?” He extends his hand.

Blinking at his question, your hand moves before you can think twice about taking his hand in yours. Ignoring the way your hand fits so well in his, you introduce yourself, “Y/N.”

And a bright, bright grin appears on his face, one that you swear can light up the whole bookshop. “Hope we’ll see each other again soon, Y/N. Just recently opened up my shop near the corner of the street.” Then he makes his way out of the store, steps faltering slightly before the entrance, giving the bookstore a once-over and walks out.

The next time you meet Hoseok is when he visits your store in passing. “Hey, Y/N!” He greets you as you place a stack of books on the cashier table from the delivery box earlier.

“Hi, Hoseok...” You do not know what to make of his cheerful demeanour.

“How’s your day?”

You furrow your brows in confusion. Is he seriously asking that for no apparent reason?

“Fine, I guess,” you answer nonetheless as you rub your palms against your jeans. “Just had to clear out the storage and rearrange some shelves.”

“Do you need any help?”

You shake your head. “I’m good. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh! I’m looking for a book about orchids,” Hoseok explains. “It’s so hard to grow them.”

“Give me a moment, I’ll check the supplies,” you mumble, moving and clicking your mouse to find what he is searching for. Hoseok moves to a nearby aisle, looking through random books while you move to the allocated aisle of the book he wants.

Hoseok is confused for a moment as his attention is set on the little post-its on the shelf. As he takes a closer look, he realises that these are your reviews of the books. He can’t help but chuckle at how enthusiastic your reviews sound.

It’s amusing how you are interested in The Grinch.

Plucking one of the books, he makes his way to you. You are so focused on the books as he stands beside you, then he pokes your shoulder and you jolt. “Oh my—”

Hoseok apologises sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

You clear your throat. “It’s fine. I tend to tune out my surroundings when I’m focused. And, uh, here—” You hold out the book to him. “—is this it?”

Hoseok nods, smiling as he takes the book and follows behind you to the cashier. As you type in the order, he asks, “Do you like this book?” Your movements falter at his sudden question, which he notices. “I saw some stickers you posted beneath the books that seem to be your favourites.”

Cheeks growing warm at his words, you stammer, “Well, I thought it would encourage people to buy and—”

He places one of the books that you recommended on top of the book he was looking for. “I’ll get this one too.”

“But… It’s a children’s book.” You gape.

“I’m not big on reading heavy novels, Y/N. So, I think this is a good start,” he shrugs. “Plus, you recommended five stars for this and your review—”

“Okay!” You cut him off, grasping the book. “I-I get what you mean, but are you sure? You don’t have to—”

“Am I not here as your customer?”

Sighing mentally, you proceed to scan the barcode. “That will be forty-seven dollars.”

Meetings with him are refreshing, as it is odd. Hoseok would come by your bookstore once in a while — once a week or even twice. At first, you thought something was up. Definitely, since he didn’t purchase books on every visit. But what throws you off is that he would come by to drop desserts or even just a quick ‘hi’ when he is busy that day.

You’re sceptical indeed. Was there a bet being made to befriend you? But he wouldn’t have treated you to those sugar-coated doughnuts or hot chocolate if he wants money.

Deep in your own thoughts, you walk along the usual route to your store; hands tucked inside your thick coat, even ignoring the snow that’s covered your beanie.

You’re not used to this; someone just straight-up approaching you, or just enjoying being in your presence with no obligation to do so. Haven’t he heard of the rumours that surround you? In a small town where you live, he must have heard something.

Thoughts drifting back to reality, your eyes twitch as you find those carolling people in front of your store again. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out an annoyed sigh.

How many times should you tell them to scram? And where is Park Jimin?

You scan through the faces of the group, and he was nowhere to be found. Muttering a curse under your breath while ignoring the slight aching in your chest, you stomp towards them.

“Hello,” You plaster on a big fake smile, ceasing their singing at once. “I thought I had told one of your crew — Jimin — that you can’t sing in front of my store. Where is he, anyway?”

“He’s not joining us today,” one of the choir members answers, nonchalantly. “We didn’t know that this is a private area. I thought you only own your part of the store.”

The other choir members glance nervously at each other; their reaction an obvious contrast with this chipper, unheeding chatterbox in front of you. Gritting your teeth, you force down the curse words that are on the tip of your tongue back before clearing your throat. “Well, now, you know.” You pin down that girl who opens her loose mouth with your sharp stare. “So, I would appreciate it if you’d leave and never sing in front of my store again.”

She is about to respond when her crewmembers stop her from saying anything further, which is fortunate for her. In minutes, they pack up and finally leave.

Rubbing your temples, you make a mental note to put a sign in front of your store that says no choirs allowed, or any Christmas activities at all. After changing the ‘close’ sign to ‘open’, you place your things on the cashier table. Looking at the old jukebox fondly, you trace the intricate, beautiful designs for a little while before you turn it on. Soft jazz music fills the air instantly, and your heart warms up at that.

Deciding to have a little reading time, you pick a book from your favourite section. However, you falter momentarily when you realise it’s the same book Hoseok bought last week from your post-it recommendation. Sighing, you place the book back and pick another.

Time flies so quickly when you immerse yourself in books. By the time you check your phone, it’s afternoon already. And then the quiet atmosphere shatters when the bell of your bookstore rings.

“Y/N!” His familiar cheerful voice startles you.

“Hoseok…” You’re back again.

“I’m grabbing a bite in Jimin’s bakery, would you like to join?”

“No, I’m—” Your stomach growls loudly as if on cue.

Hoseok laughs at that, “Your stomach says otherwise. C’mon! You shouldn’t stay cooped up in your shop the whole day.”

And you can’t bring yourself to reject his offer again.

“How long have you been running your bookstore?” Hoseok asks as you both make your way towards Jimin’s bakery.

“It’s been... Five years,” you answer hesitantly.

“Oh, that’s quite long! Have you always been interested in books?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ve loved reading since I was a child.”

You didn’t realise how much you had enjoyed conversing with Hoseok until you reached Jimin’s bakery.

That was quick, you thought, at the sight of the pastel pink store.

Stepping into the bakery, Hoseok calls out, “Kookie!”

“Hyung?” The familiar man called ‘Kookie’ greets him after serving a customer with their order.

You wreck your head for his name — you know this guy. Well, have seen him with Jimin most of the time but you didn’t bother to know his name. Or actually, you did, but you forgot.

The only ones you can come up with are “John Cook’ or ‘Jungkook’. It has to be either one of those or else you’d embarrass yourself further.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s nice for you to come by!”

Screw it.

“Nice to see you too, John.”

Kookie lets out a giggle. “You can call me ‘Jungkook’ instead of my last name.”

Then it clicks. Right— it’s Jeon Jungkook. Thank the heavens ‘John’, and ‘Jeon’ sounds similar.

You feign indifference. “Alright, Jungkook.”

“Jimin is out with his girlfriend for hot chocolate, he’ll be back soon.”

As soon as you and Hoseok take a seat, Jungkook hands you both the menu before dealing with other customers.

“So... Are you sure you’re new here?” You break the silence. “Looks to me that you seem to know everyone here already.”

Hoseok chuckles at that. “Not everyone. But Jimin, Jungkook, and I go way back.”

“Ah, I see...” Then you cast your stare to the menu once more. But your attention shifts to the glass door to see Jimin and his girlfriend laughing. Not long after you catch his gaze, however, the warmth dissipates almost instantly. He stalks towards your table at once.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin seethes, eyes boring into yours as you match them equally with your icy ones.

“Ah, Jimin,” Hoseok turns to look at him. “I was grabbing something to eat, and I invited Y/N along and—”

“Y/N is not welcome here,” Jimin seethes.

Hoseok’s eyes widen before it gradually hardens at your defence. “Since when?”

But Jimin’s eyes are on you once more. “Why did you drive the choir crew away again? What did they do to you? They managed to sing a few blocks away from your store!”

“That is bullshit.” You stand up and level his gaze. “They sang in front of my store again, still disturbing the peace in my shop. And I told you to take your choir crew somewhere far to sing.”

Jimin lets out a frustrated sigh. “That’s not what they—”

“Believe whoever you want,” you cut him off, mood darkening. “And since I am not welcome here, I’ll see myself out.” Without another word, you head out of the bakery. Clutching your coat tighter to your frame, the sound of your boots thumps along the cobblestone until another pair of rapid footsteps follow behind you.

“Y/N!” Hoseok calls out, grabbing your arm. “Hey… I—” He catches his breath. “I’m sorry, Jimin is an asshole to you—”

You shake your head. “No, that’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I—”

“Hoseok.” You turn to him. “Why do you even bother to befriend me?”

His eyes widened at that before he splutters, “B-Because, why not?”

Taking a step closer to him, you consider asking him if there is a bet going on, but decide against it. “I’ll be fine. You go back to Jimin.”

Without another glance, you turn away once more, leaving him in the midst of the cold weather.

Autumn flies away too quickly, you bitterly thought. You find yourself missing the warm colours of the town, where the crunching sound of fallen leaves will always fill the silence when you go to work or go back home. Or, spring sounds good to you too — bright, vivid flowers loitering around as the warm sun kisses your skin.

Not this whole white fiasco. Your mood always dampens when you walk out of the house, only to find the usual bright morning still dark as it takes later for the sun to rise up.

‘Achoo—!’ You let out a sneeze, wrapping the thick blanket around your form tighter. The heater of the store is cranked up to the fullest, yet the winter cold still manages to get you.

Letting out an annoyed ‘tsk’, you continuously flip through the accounting records of your store, eyes scanning the numbers to make sure no mistakes are made. Unable to focus further, you sigh.

Maybe you should do other things before getting back to these numbers.

You let out another sneeze as you trudge to the storage room, huffing in annoyance while you sniffle. Taking out an opened empty box from the shelves, you pack children books into it when your doorbell rings.

“Please wait a moment!” You quickly shove the box to an empty corner before rushing out.

“Umm,” Hoseok stands awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Hi…” He takes a few steps closer. “I’m sorry about yesterday—”

Posture stiffening, you cut him off, “It’s not your fault, nor it was Jimin’s fault. It was my own mistake.”

He tries to argue. “No, it’s—”

“Hoseok, it’s alright.” You reassure him, plastering on a tight smile. “Really.”

“Ah, that’s… Well, these are for you.” He extends a bouquet of orchids.

You stare at him. “W-Why…?”

“I thought it would brighten up your bookstore,” he rambles. “Uh, unless you don’t want it? It’s really fine—”

You take the bouquet from his hold, your smile turning genuine on your lips. “Thank you.”

He grins at that. “Well, I’ve got to go back to the shop. Maybe we can go out for coffee or even lunch whenever you’re free?”

When you nod in response, Hoseok’s expression lights up further. With your numbers exchanged, he waves you goodbye and exits your store. It’s quiet once again, and you merely stand there, still staring at the bright purple hues of the orchids.

Perhaps, it’s still ol’ winter outside, but it feels as though spring blooms within the walls of your bookshop now.

✧༺♡༻∞ ∞༺♡༻✧

Hoseok is in a good mood; he whistles some random pop songs as he makes his way back to his shop. “I’m back!” he chirps, scrubbing his snow-covered boots against the ‘welcome’ rug.

“I was beginning to think you have lost your way,” Jungkook comments, eyes focusing at the bouquet in front of him, wrapping it up. “The next customer won’t be here until three and, wait—” He looks around frantically at the scattered flowers on the counter. “Hyung! Where are the orchids?!”

“Huh?” Hoseok feigns innocence. “I thought we had them. You’ve cut their stems right?”

“Yes, but—”

It’s kinda funny to see the usual composed Jungkook, now, panicking. Little did he know, Hoseok had taken the last of the orchids to make a bouquet for you.

“Hyung! We need orchids! The colours don’t match! And—”

Hoseok snorts. “Use the hydrangeas. They fit with whatever bouquet you’re wrapping.”

Jungkook makes a face. “It’s not going to be the same as how I pictured it, Hyung. It has a different meaning too!” However, Hoseok has gone into the changing room to change into his usual working attire. From outside, Jungkook grumbles to himself, “I don’t deserve this treatment. I helped Jimin, and now Hobi hyung too. And for what exactly?”

“So, you won’t stay cooped up in your room until New Years.” Hoseok comments, tying his apron then rolling the sleeve of his shirt till it reaches just before his elbows.

“Okay, but ‘fess up, Hyung—” Jungkook still looks unamused. “What did you do to the orchids? I know you’ve worked hard growing them so you won’t give away those flowers easily.”

“Huh,” Hoseok feigns innocence, grabbing a set of flowers to wrap. “Really? Maybe I did give it away to someone pretty, who knows.” Beautiful, in fact.

“Who?” Then Jungkook’s face turns dumbfounded as he seems to realise something. “Wait, don’t tell me it’s Y/N.”

“Why not Y/N?” Hoseok raises a brow, sparing the younger one a questioning glance.

Jungkook groans. “No, hyung, don’t you know she’s like… Unapproachable? Like even Jimin’s charm does not affect her at all. In fact, she made him angry the other day!

Hoseok mindlessly nods at Jungkook’s rambles. “Yeah, yeah…”

It goes quiet for a moment before Jungkook asks, “So… Did she throw away the flowers at once and kick you out of—”

The image of your bright eyes and soft smile engraves itself into his mind as he works on the bouquet at hand.

“No.” A smile appears on Hoseok’s face. “She loves it actually.” All that time he spent and the hard work of growing those orchids really does pay off.

“What did you say to her? I don’t think she’s the type to accept an apology gift that easily.” Jungkook tilts his head slightly, still questioning.

True. At first, he wanted to give it as an apology gift. However, at your insistence that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but your own, he thought of another reason — to brighten up your cozy bookshop with the vibrant colours of the orchids.

“Well, I thought of other reasons,” Hoseok answers vaguely, finishing the arrangement. And boy, did his heart soar when you accepted his gift afterwards.

“It’s so hard to believe…” Jungkook mumbles, focusing on his own task at hand.

Hoseok sighs. “She’s not what you guys seem to paint her to be. At least, not with me. Does anyone even try to approach her in the first place?”

Jungkook nods. “Jimin hyung did. You know how he is.” Silence falls for a few moments until Jungkook mutters, “I think she’s always grumpy when it’s Christmas season.”

“Why?”

Jungkook answers with a mere shrug. “No one knows. We just avoid her during Christmas.”

With furrowed brows, Hoseok clicks his tongue in disapproval of how people treated you. There must be a reason why you are acting this way. You weren’t a complete grouch with him, and your smile earlier proves that. If it takes hundreds of orchids to make you smile like that again — even when others say you are a grouch and your presence is unpleasant — he would gladly grow them all over again.

Sipping the gingerbread latte, you let out a satisfied hum at the burst of sweet taste on your tongue from the warm beverage. Definitely perfect for cold weather as you sit near the window, mindlessly staring out at the falling snow and the buzzing people beneath.

Hoseok has agreed to meet in the cafe. You are too stubborn to admit that you actually enjoyed his company these past few weeks. But, as soon as he texted you to meet in this cafe, you barely thought twice before agreeing.

Speaking of the devil, he sits across from you with a grin on his face. You snap out of your thoughts when your gaze zeroes in on the bouquet in front of you.

Irises.

“It’s for you.”

Blinking with furrowed brows, your voice comes out unsure. “For me…? But why?”

He lets out a sheepish chuckle, “I just think it suits you. Like those orchids.”

At his words, your heart beats faster. “I… I don’t know what to say,” you admit, gaze dropping to the bright yellow flowers, arranged prettily and pleasing to the eye. “But… Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“Do you know what irises mean?”

You shake your head, taking the bouquet reluctantly.

“Hope and friendship,” Hoseok beams then raises his own steaming cup of coffee to you. “So, here’s to our friendship!”

Chuckling lightly, you lift your own cup.

“Right, I read the book,” Hoseok starts, earning a raised brow from you. “It’s a whole lot to digest even when it’s merely a children’s book. What makes you like it so much?”

You shrug, eyes averting from his briefly. “I just admire how the Grinch put so much effort to ‘steal’—” You quote with your fingers. “—Christmas. I mean he’s an entertaining character to read about.”

Hoseok tilts his head. “What makes him so?”

“He sticks to his plans and goes through with it. I admire his perseverance despite the hardships he has been through. And I feel the same way about Christmas as he does.”

“Do you not like Christmas?”

“Nope. Don’t like this season at all.”

“May I ask why?”

“It’s…” Your eyes are downcast, gaze on your steaming cup of coffee. “It’s a bit overrated, in my personal opinion. This season seems to force people to be happy.”

“Huh…” Hoseok sips his coffee. “I never really thought about it in that way. But I can understand. Is there anything else that makes the book so special?” Curiosity swimming in his eyes. “You mentioned in your review that it’s comforting, but how so?”

Just how on earth can this man be so observant?

You purse your lips, pondering. “Well, it’s comforting to see how the Grinch manages to have a change of—” You falter before shaking your head. “He’s just a great character.”

Hoseok nods, agreeing with you.

Then you change the subject, asking him how he got into gardening and decided to open his flower shop. Conversation flows so easily between the two of you that time flies so quickly.

When you step out of the cafe building with Hoseok, you couldn’t stop smiling as you hold on to the bouquet he gifted in hand. You walk back together, just enjoying each other’s presence. That is until you come across the carolling choir who takes notice of you, or actually, of Hoseok.

“Hobi!” One of them calls out, breaking from the group. Her puppy-like excitement exudes out of her in waves as she draws closer. And then you recognise her as the chipper chatterbox whom you never bother to learn the name of.

Hoseok greets her, “It’s good to see you.”

Then she glances at you, more specifically the bouquet of irises in your hands. “You both went on a date?”

You snort, earning a surprised glance from Hoseok and the girl. “We just got coffee, and Hoseok is nice enough to bring me these lovely flowers as a gift. But, I don’t think it’s any of your business, right?” Lifting a brow, you spare her a questioning stare — recognising that familiar face — as she fails to come up with an answer. “And shouldn’t you get back to your singing activities spreading the Christmas spirit in this public area?” Sarcasm dripping your tone.

Her gaze narrows at you as a flash of recognition crosses her. “Aren’t you the one who sent us away from our first location?”

You nod blatantly. “You were singing in front of my shop. You were disturbing.”

“That was so rude—”

“I did warn you and your group before,” You quip. “Or would you rather I call the police next time?”

Hoseok gapes at your exchange with Chatterbox seemingly at a loss. Lucky for you — well, Chatterbox actually — the tense conversation ceases as another choir member approaches you, this time a lovely-looking elder lady. “Oh, Y/N!”

You blink, expecting her to recognise Hoseok instead since the boy is a social butterfly and probably know half of the townspeople already. “Y-You know me?” Her delicate features are somewhat familiar.

“Well, of course, I do! I volunteer in the or—”

And it clicks. “Oh!” You cut her off loudly. “Oh, nice to meet you!” Hoping the pleading look you send her can stop her from blurting other things besides pleasantries. Fortunately, she gets the message as she smiles knowingly at you before glancing at Hoseok who is utterly quiet as Chatterbox talks his ear off while he mindlessly nods.

“I should get back to my store,” you explain.

The lady smiles warmly, reducing her voice to a whisper, “Hope you come to visit us again this year.”

“I won’t miss it,” you reply with a smile of your own.

Her eyes light up at that. “And Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Have a good day, Miriam.”

And when you finally turn your attention to Hoseok, he’s already looking at you mouthing, You want to go?

You give him a brief nod. He smiles, bidding Chatterbox goodbye. But what nearly sends your heart into overdrive is that he strides to you and grabs your hand as if it’s the only natural thing to do.

“Slow down!” You huff as Hoseok turns briefly to give you a cheeky smile.

“I thought you couldn’t wait to get out of there,” he teases, steps slowing down. Your hand goes limp, but instead of letting go of your hand, Hoseok interlaces his fingers with yours.

“I couldn’t wait to get out of there myself,” Hoseok comments. “I thought my ears were going to fall off.”

Letting out a chuckle, you tease, “I thought you were enjoying her company.”

Hoseok shakes his head. “She was mean to you. I don’t like that.”

At his words, you stumble on your steps. If it isn’t for his fast reflexes, you would be face-planting to the ground. “Ah, t-thank you.”

He chuckles, “No problem.”

And you curse your own heart for beating faster at his smile.

“She’s not bad, Jimin.”

“Yeah, right.” Jimin huffs, wiping the table aggressively. “Until she decides to piss you off all the time.”

“What did she do to you?”

“Don’t even get me started.” Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance. “She literally said to take the choir crew away from her store, and Ellie—”

“Ellie…?” Confusion is written all over Hoseok’s face.

“The girl who likes you,” Jimin sighs.

“Who???”

Jimin makes a face. “For someone who flirts easily, you’re awfully dense to someone else’s feelings.”

Hoseok lets out an unamused snort. “I don’t flirt—”

“You gave Y/N flowers,” Jimin gives him a pointed look.

“How did—” Hoseok comes to a realisation. “—right, Jungkook.” he mumbles before he explains, “It was supposed to be an apology gift—”

“And then yesterday you empty your supply of iris flowers too to give her for no apparent reason—”

“The kid should really learn to shut his mouth.” Hoseok groans, his cheek heating in embarrassment.

“—if that isn’t called flirting—”

“Jimin, you flirt with everyone too.”

“That’s different, hyung. I charm people.”

Hoseok sighs. “We’re going off track here.”

“Okay, so I had told the choir members to sing a few blocks away from her store. But, she drove them away again!” Jimin slaps the table with the cloth.

Hoseok scrunches his eyebrows. “What do you mean a few blocks away? Y/N said she found them in front of the bookstore again.”

“That’s not what Ellie told me.”

“I still don’t know who Ellie is, but I think there’s a whole misunderstanding here.”

“No, hyung. There is no clear proof—”

“Did you ask the other choir members?” Hoseok asks before sighing. “I mean, shouldn’t there at least be a few other witnesses that can confirm where exactly they were singing?”

“The entire choir said so.”

“Did they actually tell you that? Or did only Ellie tell you that and you assumed it was the whole choir crew’s answer?”

Jimin purses his lips.

“Y/N is not the type to lie, Jimin. It’s not fair to her if you only consider one person’s point of view. And I saw how unhappy Y/N was that day. Don’t you think you should’ve confirmed it with other people first before jumping to conclusions?” Hoseok lets out another disgruntled sigh.

Jimin goes silent, seemingly pondering at Hoseok’s words.

“And I invited her here—” Hoseok points at the ground, indicating the bakery. “—that afternoon, since she likes your sugar doughnuts. And other things you bake. Thought it might cheer her up, but look how it went.” He raises his arms in exasperation.

“She tried it? She never even stepped into the bakery until she came along that time with you!”

“Well…”

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[ flashback ]

“___, I’ll take more of these home today!” Hoseok lifts up his hand that’s holding the powdered doughnut.

Jimin’s girlfriend nods. “Anything else?”

“Oh! Your caramel cookies too, please.”

She nods again. “Coming right up.”

A few minutes later, Hoseok steps out of the bakery with a paper bag in hand. His nose is buried in his scarlet scarf, and he hums a soft tune while padding through the snow-covered sidewalk. As he gets closer to your dimly-lighted bookstore, his glove-covered hands start to grow clammy while his heart beats a tad faster.

“Y/N~” He calls out after the bell of the doorstep rings.

You scramble up to your feet from your slouching position behind the cashier register, wide-eyed. “H-Hoseok? What are you—” Your words falter when he lifts up the paper bag in his hold, grinning at your confused state.

“I brought some sweets.” He stops right in front of you, placing down the bag before opening it. “So… I got some powdered doughnuts…” He takes it out. “I hope you like them.”

“Well, yes. But—”

He puts the paper-wrapped doughnut on your hand. “Go ahead, try it.”

“I…”

“Or do you want me to feed you?” Hoseok teases, raising up the other doughnut towards your mouth. “Then here, ah—”

You take a step back, avoiding his reach before taking a bite out of your doughnut. He laughs at your pout while you chew, patiently waiting until you swallow it. “So...?”

Nodding slowly, you observe the bitten doughnut for a few moments then snap your gaze at him. “Thank you. This is really good.” You take another bite of the doughnut, fighting back the instinct to smile.

“Great! Now, try the caramel cookies!”

“Wait, but I—”

Hoseok plucks the doughnut from your hold, replacing it with a caramel cookie and urges you to try it and you comply.

“Where did you get this?” Eyes full of wonder as you stare at the cookie.

“Jimin’s bakery.”

“What? No way.”

Hoseok tilts his head in curiosity. “You’ve never tried his baked goods before? Even after months the bakery has opened?”

You shake your head. “Never had the chance. I assumed it’s nothing special. But now…”

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[ present time ]

“She said what?” Jimin gapes, not sure if he heard what Hoseok said was right.

Hoseok repeats, “She likes your sugar doughnuts and caramel cookies. She said they were ‘excellent delicacies’ when she tried them.” More precisely, you said, I suppose despite his absurd personality, he still makes excellent delicacies. But Hoseok knows better than to say that.

Jimin is downright speechless at your compliment.

“Anyways,” Hoseok clears his throat. “As I was saying, I frequently visit her, and on that day she wasn’t happy at all, Jimin. So, I didn’t visit her that morning to let her cool off and visit her during the afternoon.”

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[ flashback ]

Hoseok gazes up from his phone when the streetlight turns green. Shoving the device into his coat’s pocket, he crosses the street. From the corner of his eye, your bookstore comes to his view, and a smile appears on his face. As he draws nearer, his steps grow lighter. That is until he peeks in from the window and notices a deep frown on your face. He falters, weighing his own thoughts on whether or not to approach you at this moment. And he decides against it and plans to visit you in the afternoon instead to let you cool off from, perhaps, an argument.

And off he goes, still passing by your store; still purposefully slowing down his steps to see you through the stained glass window for longer, to see if you’re okay. He’s surprised at the sight of you tracing your jukebox slowly, gazing at it fondly. It must have meant so much to you, he assumes. Smiling softly, Hoseok continues down the pathway to his flower shop.

It’s nearly midday when a familiar face from Jimin’s choir group visits him. She waves at him. “Hobi!”

“Welc—”

“So, glad to see you again!” The girl squeals as she reaches him at the counter.

“Hi…”

“How are you?”

“Good and uh, shouldn’t you be singing with your choir members?”

Her face falls slightly at his question before she scoffs, “It’s cancelled because someone was so rude. She just told us to scram. Like who does that? We’re spreading the Christmas spirit! Everyone should be happy, especially at this time of year!”

And Hoseok instantly has an inkling of who this someone is. “I don’t think we have the right to judge someone. Everyone has their own problems, after all.”

She seems genuinely shocked by Hoseok’s words. But Hoseok didn’t bother waiting for her response as he said, “If you aren’t planning to buy anything, I would appreciate it if you leave. There are other customers here. And I would listen to Y/N if I were you.”

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[ present time ]

“I’m sorry.”

You raise a brow at the unexpected guest who is standing right in front of you, eyeing him briefly before shifting your attention to the man beside him.

“What are you both doing here?” You ask. “More specifically, what are you doing here?” Your gaze snaps back to Jimin, who is huffing in annoyance with his arms crossed against his chest — looking like he was just scolded by, you presume, the grinning man beside him. So you ask, “Hoseok, what is this?”

“I talked some sense into him,” he replies, elbowing Jimin not-so-subtly.

“I am here to apologise, Y/N. For the way I reacted in the bakery—”

Your stare narrows. “I thought we’re past that. And I told you it was my fault.”

“Would you please let me finish?” Jimin asks in a surprisingly polite manner. You assume he’s trying his best not to get frustrated further with you since, well, you always have that irritating presence during this time of the year and have the knack to run his patience thin. “I also want to apologise for assuming the worst of you.”

Now that catches you off-guard. Your silence spurs him on.

“I contacted the choir members and told them to not sing in front of your store. And I told them to sing at least a few blocks away. I should have confirmed their location with you instead of blindly trusting the people I barely interact with outside of choir activities—”

Not like we interact much either, you thought but hold back your tongue.

“—and it was my mistake for doing that. I only recently found out that they were really in front of your store—” He glances Hoseok, unamused. “—Hyung had contacted the choir people and had them confirm that they were singing in front of your store. Which is why—”

The sudden burst of your door opening startles the three of you.

“You brought her here?” Your expression clearly shows disdain at the sight of Chatterbox strutting in like she owns the place. And you wish nothing but to kick her out at this moment because she’s like an impending doom that’s about to befall your bookstore.

“No, we didn’t—” Hoseok looks flustered.

“I’m here to spread the Christmas spirit to Y/N!” Chatterbox claims with a few drinks in her hand. “Since she seems to hate our singing so much, I thought a few drinks will ease her up for Christmas!”

“Did she follow us?” Hoseok hisses to Jimin who looks just as flustered.

“I thought she should apologise to Y/N too.”

“Clearly, she has the wrong idea about this meeting,” Hoseok groans. However, just before Jimin can respond, a crash cuts him off.

It feels as if time is slowing down and your heart drops when she trips over one of the antique rugs and spills on…

“No!” You lurch forward — figure blocked by the counter you’re standing behind — towards the jukebox that’s drenched in eggnog, regarding it with widened eyes and trembling hands in the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Chatterbox whispers, standing up straight on her feet. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

You clench your fists as you snap your head towards her, eyes blazing. “Get out.”

“But the drinks—”

“I said, get out!” Rarely do you ever raise your voice, but you are already trembling in anger as no one made a single move. You grab Chatterbox, pulling her along with such strength that she struggled against your iron-like grip.

“I said I was sorry!”

“Well, ‘sorry’ doesn’t cut it!” You seethe, shoving her out like a ragdoll. Jimin approaches you carefully and tries to appease you, but you shake your head. “Now, this is your fault.”

Hoseok looks downright devastated as he watches you. “Y/N…”

“Get out, leave me alone.”

There are no other words but warmth and pure joy that can describe the sight of children excitedly rushing towards you; they are all giggling and squealing.

“Uh, please don’t block the way,” you huff. Stopping momentarily, you lift a knee to support your hold on the heavy box briefly to prevent it from slipping down.

“Y/N,” Miriam greets you with a warm smile on her face. “So glad that you can make it.”

“Of course,” you reply, crouching to place the heavy box on the wooden floor of the living room. Taking off your gloves, you ask, “Where’s Helen?”

“She’s staying with her grandson for a couple of days; said something about a family Christmas reunion.”

“Ah…” You tear open the duct tape and take out the children’s books you packed a few weeks ago. “Well, then—”

“Y/N! Are you going to read us a Christmas story this time?” One of the children — Amy — asks with a big smile on her face.

“I shouldn’t… Maybe Helen can read to you once she’s back—” Words die on your throat at the expectant — hopeful — gazes of the children that have gathered in the warm living room. “Okay… Maybe one book won’t hurt—”

The children squeal happily.

“—so, you guys pick whichever book you want, and I’ll read it to you.” Then they rush to the opened cardboard box. You make yourself comfortable against the velvet cushions that’s spread on the rug-covered floor. While the children are busy discussing which book would be their pick, you fish out your phone from the pocket of your discarded coat only to realise that Helen had sent you a message that she won’t be in the orphanage tonight.

After replying to her with some reassurance — that you’d take over the story-telling position just for today — your fingers hover over Hoseok’s unread messages from yesterday night. Well, since the day you told him to get out of your bookstore in your fit of rage.

Hoseok constantly messaged you about many things — asking how you are doing, if you want to go out to get some coffee, or even just ramble about his day. You read all of them through the notifications from your phone — the ones that are not cut off by the message bubble — and your heart aches just a little more.

“This one!” Amy runs up to you, handing the book before taking the spot right next to you.

When you read the title, you falter. “Wait, are the others okay with this or are there any books you’d like me to read?” You look around at the children who are already in their respective seats surrounding you in a half-circle; they nod eagerly.

Letting out a sigh, you purse your lips for a brief moment. “Alright then—” You lift the book up; front cover facing the children. “How the Grinch Stole Christmas…”

Then you flip the book open and begin reading the story…

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By the time you have finished reading the book, it’s nearly midnight; most of the children have fallen asleep with a content smile on their faces. You make it your mission to help Miriam tuck them into their beds since Helen is not here tonight.

“I really appreciate what you did today, Y/N.” Miriam follows you out of the building, stopping on the doorway.

“It’s not a problem, really.” You put on your gloves.

“But I really appreciate it, Y/N. And you know you will always be welcomed here.” Miriam reminds you.

You let out a sheepish chuckle. “Thanks, Miriam. Maybe I’ll come back and help around.”

She pulls you in for a hug. “The children love you. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled whenever you decide to come visit.”

After exchanging a few more words, you leave the orphanage and walk into the winter night. Gradually, your thoughts take you to Hoseok once more. You’d be lying if you don’t miss his presence and it has been just a few days since the incident. However, you just can’t find the right words to explain yourself, not when Christmas Eve is nearing.

Shaking your head, you keep your gaze low; eyes focusing on the snow-covered streets while the night grows darker with only street lanterns dimly lighting up the pathway. Just as you pass a particular house, loud laughter catches your attention, causing your legs to stop abruptly.

Through the bright window, you watch silently at what seems to be a Christmas gathering. You recognise some people who live in the same neighbourhood as you; even Jimin and Jungkook are there and… And Hoseok. Their smiles are so warm, and they seem to be enjoying themselves as they sit by the fireplace. The lively atmosphere inside the warm room is a definite contrast to the quietness of the night outside.

Letting out a sigh, you stop watching and continue on your way; once you arrive at your house, you mutter weakly, “I’m home…” After taking off your boots and gloves, you tug off your coat, brushing off the snow before you hang it on the coat hanger. Making your way towards the dark kitchen, you flip the light on and boil some water.

While waiting for it, your own mind seems to have an internal battle of its own. After that incident, you think it’s better to revert back to your old self who has no worries in being alone. However, after spending time with those children — it’s hard to admit, but you know you can’t be alone at this time of year. Spending time buried between pages of a book no longer distracts your thoughts, nor does sorting out books that are usually enough to distract you.

Opening the cabinet, you take out a box of your favourite tea, placing it on the counter. Looking back at the opened cabinet, you falter for a moment, staring at the unused mugs labelled ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. With pursed lips, you quickly take your own mug and close the cabinet.

Rain drizzles down onto the asphalt path while the repeated sound of Hoseok’s footsteps crunching fills the empty air. He avoids the wet snow, treading carefully to not soak his boots further in this weather. Rain during winter is perhaps one of the things Hoseok considers unpleasant, but it reflects his current mood despite today being Christmas Eve.

Crossing the familiar street with an opened umbrella in hand, he lets out a sigh into the cold air, fog coming out with his exhale. Growing nearer to your dark bookstore, his heart grows heavier with each step. He stops momentarily and peeks inside your darkened bookstore, then his shoulders drop in disappointment.

Arriving at his store, he closes his umbrella before entering. Hoseok rubs the sole of his boots against the ‘welcome’ rug, shaking the umbrella to shed the remaining frozen droplets on the material.

Jungkook — already onto his task of assembling bouquets — spares a glance at the older man. “No luck?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, Hoseok mutters a ‘no’, passing by the counter gate and into the employee changing room.

It’s been more than a week since anyone has seen you. There has always been warm light filtering out through the window of your bookstore. However, now, your bookstore is completely dark as if life itself has been snuffed out of it.

Tugging off his thick coat, Hoseok places it on the hanger then takes the usual apron, tying it around his waist.

Hoseok wonders what had happened; the expression on your face was unlike anything he had ever seen… And, he really wants to reach out, but you have seemingly disappeared without a trace. As he’s rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he’s still deep in thought, that is until Jungkook gasps rather loudly.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?”

But his movements stop completely when he hears a familiar voice — the voice he has been dying to hear again. In seconds, he barrels out of the room slamming the door albeit too loudly, startling Jungkook and…

“Y/N…” He stands in shock, still processing that you’re here.

“Hey,” you say nonchalantly, “I’d like a bouquet of chrysanthemums and dahlias, please.”

The three of you lapse into silence for a few moments until Jungkook mutters, “I’ll… Work on them... Yeah...” Jungkook snaps his finger while pursing his lips. “I’ll do just that…” Jungkook gets to work immediately, leaving you both near the main counter as he scuffles around the shop where the chrysanthemum and dahlias are.

Your gaze wanders along the neatly placed shelves on your side, and the various colourful flowers that’s set in silver-coloured buckets. It’s your first time visiting his store, and it is unexpected, alright. After your “disappearance”, you’re now here as if nothing has happened.

“I texted you…” Hoseok mumbles, earning your attention on him. “I called you too; visited your store a few times. What happened?”

“I needed time to get myself together,” you answer, fiddling with the button of your black coat.

“Why didn’t you call or at least let me know you’re okay? You had me really worried.”

“Because it’s none of your business.” You speak monotonously, but it still manages to strike at his heart.

Hoseok clenches his fists. “Right… My friend’s business is none of my concern.”

You exhale at that but still keep your mouth shut. Even as Jungkook timidly passes by you with the wrapped bouquet. Right after you pay for the flowers, you rush out.

Hoseok releases a breath that he did not even know he was holding. And he can feel his heart squeezing in pain.

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In silence, standing in front of the two tombstones — with an umbrella on one hand — you lay the bouquet between them. One shoulder is drenched from the rain, but you don't find it in yourself to care; not at this moment when all you can think about are your parents and that tragic day.

Countless of tears you have shed on the same day, each year; though it has been half a decade since then. But your heart still lays heavy in your chest, borderline suffocating in the middle of the quiet cemetery. And it feels as if it just happened recently.

Tearing your gaze away from the tombstone, you look up to the cloudy sky and blink rapidly — adamant about not letting any tears fall this year. With a deep breath, you look back down and leave.

The cold isn’t the worst when you walk back. Usually, you would even cry on the way home thinking about your parents. But this time, your mind persistently drifts to the disappointment on Hoseok’s face from earlier, unable to forget as if it is burned into your mind.

Biting your trembling lower lip, your steps grow faster to your bookstore. You promised Miriam you would come to visit the orphanage and bring more books for the children.

Arriving at the front door, you slot in the key and are about to unlock the door when you freeze momentarily, body seizing as your brows furrow. Taking a slow deep breath, you open the door and darkness greets you as usual. Closing the door behind you, the sound of your boots clicking on the wooden floor fills the air as you make a beeline towards the storage. Flicking the light on, your eyes search for the packed box on the corner, lifting it up in your arms once you find it before turning the lights off.

Walking between the shelves towards the front door, the jukebox appears in your sight. As everything that happened comes rushing back, you move towards it — dropping the box on the floor, nearly tripping over it — and your eyes looking around it frantically. “It should work now…” You mumble to yourself, at the now-cleaned jukebox and after letting it dry for days. You click the usual button, and wait…

And wait…

And…

“No…” Hands trembling, you make an attempt and press the button once more, but it just won’t turn on. “Please, please, please…” You begin to plead, tears welling up in your eyes and again you press the on button. This is the last resort, after all. You’ve called all the possible service stores that fix instruments and jukeboxes, but they all had the same response, ‘We’re sorry, this model is too old.’

“I’m sorry…” You whimper, knees giving out as a sob escapes your lips. “I’m sorry…”

The last piece of memory of your parents ceases. And your heart has never felt so cold on the night of Christmas Eve.

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When the fiftieth sigh escapes Hoseok’s lips, Jungkook spares him an empathetic glance as he does his task. “You should talk to her.”

“I don’t think she wants to.”

“Huh… That sounds so unlike you,” Jungkook muses as he cleans up the counter. “And you’ve been brooding all day.”

“I do not brood.”

“Tell that to the five customers the usual all-sunshine-and-rainbow florist has scared away today,” Jungkook remarks and stops cleaning to face Hoseok. “You should talk to her, Hyung. It hasn’t stopped you before. What changed?”

“I… I don’t...” Hoseok falters, searching for an answer. “She’s my friend, I…”

“You…?” Jungkook nods with a know-it-all look, urging the older one to continue.

Hoseok narrows his stare at the younger one. “You’re mocking me.”

“Nope,” Jungkook says, emphasising the ‘p’ with a pop. “I mean, you have always been forward with your feelings, and I really admire that. Unlike, you know, Jimin—” He pauses. “—please don’t tell him that, but yeah, what’s stopping you now?”

“I just—” Hoseok releases a deep sigh. “—I don’t want to lose her, not after everything. And she’s the type of person who really values her space. I can’t just barge in and demand to make everything alright. She’ll come around, and she’ll show it when she’s ready.”

Jungkook purses his lips, seemingly in deep thought.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” Hoseok asks in frustration.

“I think I know why…” Jungkook mutters.

“Why Y/N is acting the way she did?”

“No, not exactly,” Jungkook answers. “But on why she hates Jimin’s guts, ‘cuz you know, he tends to not read the situation he’s in and go all in without thinking of the consequences—”

Hoseok makes an attempt to cut Jungkook off. However, Jungkook raises his hand to stop Hoseok as he continues, “—but you—” Jungkook gives Hoseok a pointed look. “— you tend to read the situation you’re in and that’s a good thing. So, I suggest, instead of moping around, you can just go to her and see how she is doing? See if she wants to talk and if she does, you talk, and if not, then you can leave.”

Blinking, those words sink into Hoseok’s mind. “That’s actually… A great idea…”

“Yeah, wonder why no one has thought about it, but ends up scaring away customers instead,” Jungkook retorts and clears his throat at the glare Hoseok sends his way. “Which, you know, is okay since we’re humans, after all, right? We make mistakes. And the only thing we can do is try to make up for it.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes at that before chuckling. “You’re right, JK.”

“I know I— I mean, am I?”

Hoseok clicks his tongue. “Right, okay. So, I’ll go check on Y/N. And since it’s already closing hours—” He glances at the wall clock while untying his apron. “—you can just close up today.”

“What?”

But Hoseok ignores him and runs straight into the changing room to grab his coat. Once he goes out, he tosses the key to Jungkook. “I’m entrusting you with it.”

“Wait, but—”

“See you tomorrow!”

And Hoseok rushes out of his store, leaving a baffled Jungkook behind.

Hoseok scores a new record in the number of minutes it takes for him to reach your bookstore. However, his shoulder droops as the last bit of his hope vanishes at the sight of the dark place.

So, you had left. Or still not coming in.

He steps closer to the window, futilely peeking inside. After a few moments, he sighs in disappointment, putting his hands inside the pocket of his long plaid coat. Just as he’s about to leave, he stops — furrowing his brows when…

Is that a whimper?

Curiously, he goes near the door once more and makes an attempt to turn the knob and it opens. Eyes widening, he enters quickly into the darkness. And there he can finally (barely) see your hunched figure on the floor beside your antique jukebox, burying your face as your arms are wrapped around your knees… Crying?

“Y/N?” He calls out in hesitance, taking a few steps closer. You look at him and Hoseok braces for you to tell him to get out.

But instead, all you can mumble is his name. “Hoseok…”

“Hey…” Slowly, Hoseok crouches on one knee to meet your gaze. “I’m here.”

You merely stare at him, unmoving.

“You’re not alone anymore, Y/N,” he says, softly. “I’m here.”

Throat bobbing, more tears flow down across your cheeks. Hoseok opens his arms. “Come here.”

One moment you are still unmoving, and the next you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. Hoseok leans back — both knees on the floor now — one hand gently pats your head while the other arm keeps you close to him.

“Let it all out. I’m here now,” He whispers, letting your face rest against the crook of his neck. “You’re not alone. Not anymore.”

[ flashback ]

It should have been a happy time for Hoseok as he gathers with all the people he cares about. Well, not all of them when you have not even read his texts. He scrolls through his phone mindlessly, staring at the texts he had sent over the past few days.

Hoseok [18/12]: Hey… how’re you feeling? I brought some sugar doughnuts today but you weren’t working today :( i hope everything’s well

Hoseok [20/12]: Y/N, i’m really sorry about what happened. Please let me know if you need anything

Hoseok [21/12]: you know i hate it when it rains so hard during the winter, i swear i came into my shop with icicles hanging on my face and jungkook had to say that i looked like that squirrel from ice age 😭 anyway, i met a tough customer today… I spent three hours waiting for them to choose which flowers they’d like for their bouquet. Even jungkook was close to combusting as well. it was torture 😢

Hoseok [22/12]: Hey, so we’re having a christmas celebration tomorrow, would you like to come? It’ll be fun!

Hoseok [23/12]: hey, Y/N! I was wondering if you’re going to make it to the celebration?

But that last text was hours ago and you had remained unresponsive. Hoseok sighs harshly and his emotions overwhelm him. And he lets himself think if you’re worth all the trouble and turmoil he’s facing.

“Something on your mind, dear?” His grandmother asks, placing one comforting hand on his knee. “I know that look on your face all too well. Your father used to have that look whenever he’s in deep thought. So, let me guess, is it a girl?”

Hoseok blinks a few times, flustered at his grandmother’s guess. “Yes, but well, no? Not really?”

“Who is it? I never heard any news about your love life. And now, your dear grandmother is absolutely curious,” she says, laughing with mirth lighting up her crinkled eyes.

Hoseok smiles softly at his grandmother before he relents and tells her all about you. At the mention of your name, he swears his grandmother just smiles a tad wider.

“It’s about time she finds someone,” she mutters to herself but Hoseok still hears it anyway.

“You know Y/N, Grandma?”

She nods. “Y/N used to live in the orphanage a few years ago… Poor thing.”

Hoseok gapes at that. “I… Never knew.” His heart twisting painfully in guilt and worry. “I’ve always assumed she had a really bad past since she never talks about it.”

“Definitely traumatising for someone so young to face heavy losses.” His grandma explains. “She dealt with most of it on her own, and… She may come across as cold, but she isn’t cruel, she’s just closed off,” Helen says softly. “But I guess you know that already?”

Hoseok nods.

“So, don’t give up on her. I think right now, she needs someone more than ever. She has had no one to lean on for so long.”

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[ present time ]

You stare silently at the crackling flames with a blanket wrapped around your frame and for some time your mind stays quiet after you have emptied out your pent-up emotions. Hoseok busies himself in the kitchen for a few minutes, and brings out two mugs of hot chocolate.

After your cry fest in the bookstore, Hoseok has taken you to his place for some hot chocolate he received from his grandmother, who had insisted that he should let you try it even when you know nothing of her. You rejected the offer at first, not wanting to bother him more after your breakdown. But Hoseok being Hoseok, from the time you have gotten to know him, you’ve learned that he can be very persuasive and persistent. And now, here you are, where he claims is his humble abode.

One thing for sure, this place screams Hoseok. It’s definitely more to the cozy side despite some unique furniture you spot decorating the place.

“Thank you,” you murmur, taking a mug from his extended hand as he takes a seat beside you on the couch.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better...” You take a sip of the hot chocolate, sweetness spreading across your tastebuds. And you resist the urge to hum in delight.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok shifts his gaze from the flames to you.

“Why did you help me?” You blurt out. “I mean, you didn’t have to… Like just now, and after the way I treated you, usually people would... Leave.”

Hoseok ponders for a moment. “Maybe it’s because they don’t know you like I do.”

“But we just met each other not too long ago.”

“And that’s enough for me to get to know you, at least some part of you. And as I’ve mentioned before, I would really like to get to know you even better.”

“I don’t think you really do…” You mumble, staring into the half-finished hot chocolate.

Hoseok snorts at that. “You’re someone who really values her space and if someone dares to cross that line you’ll give them hell for it.”

His facial expression softens further as he continues, “And you’re also someone who knows how to stand up for herself, not needing anyone to defend you. You don’t care what others think of you because you already know your own worth.”

You stare at him wide-eyed.

“Do you need me to continue? Because I still have more and—”

“Hoseok… I’m not— I don’t think I’m a nice person to be around...” you admit.

“That is the most ridiculous sentence I’ve ever heard in my entire life,” Hoseok scoffs. “So you’re telling me someone forced you to donate children books to the orphanage and read to those children?” He recalls the pictures his grandmother showed him the other day — of you reading to the children and having a pleasant time with them.

Blinking, you gape at him. “H-How did—”

“My grandma told me.” Hoseok is now looking at you, unamused. You shoot him a confused look as he explains further, “Helen is my grandmother. And I may not know what you have gone through, Y/N. But I told you I’m here and you don’t have to face things on your own now.”

You look away from his gaze, unable to keep looking into his intense stare any longer.

“Why do you hate Christmas?”

You stiffen at his question as it becomes silent between the two of you besides the crackling sound of flames. Hoseok sighs after a few moments, placing his hand on your arm briefly as if to say ‘it’s alright’ then standing up from the couch.

Just as he’s about to step into the kitchen, you blurt out, “I loathe Christmas.” And his steps falter, he turns slightly to look at you fiddling with the mug nervously. “I hate anything that has to do with Christmas because like I once told you, this season seems to force people to be happy. It doesn’t care whether or not you’re hurting inside, no consideration of how people truly feel in the heart. And I gradually find it pointless and fake.”

You shut your eyes tightly. “I… I lost my parents on Christmas Eve.” And the image of the car flipping upside down still vivid in your mind and you can hear the crash as clear. “I don’t deserve to feel happy, not when I should’ve gone with them at the incident. I-I should have gone with them. It's n-not fair that they’re gone and I’m here and alone and if I’m happy while they’re not here—” you blabber, hands shaking rapidly. “It’s not fair and now, I’ve failed them, I lost them— Their jukebox is broken and I can’t do anything about it,” you whimper. “Just like that day.”

“Y/N…” And you didn’t realise Hoseok is already in front of you, crouching. He lays his hand gently on yours after taking your mug, placing it on the coffee table. “Look at me,” he stares up into your eyes, gaze so warm and gentle that you might even break down again. It’s been a long time since someone looked at you that way. “You can’t take responsibility over the things that are out of your control.”

“And what you had gone through is unimaginable, but do you think you’ve punished yourself enough, even though it’s not your fault? You stopped letting yourself enjoy life itself and — correct me if I’m wrong — your parents wouldn’t want that for you,” Hoseok says. “Would they want you to be trapped in your past?”

You let his words sink in.

“And despite your jukebox not working anymore, that doesn’t mean that your parents are gone.” Hoseok grips your forearm, lifting your right hand to place it on top of your heart. “They live in you. You’re their daughter after all. The jukebox only serves as a memory of them, but surely, you have other memories of them.”

After all this time, you realised that’s what you needed to hear — you haven’t failed your parents, despite everything.

“And looking at how you’ve grown into this amazing woman that I have the privilege to get to know, I’m definitely sure your parents are proud of you.”

Face crumpling, your palm covers your eyes as another sob escapes your throat.

Sitting again next to you, Hoseok coos and gathers you in his arms. “Cry all you want, I’m here, love. I’m here…”

And you cried again, the hardest you’ve done in a long time.

Once you have calmed down, you murmur, “They used to dance around the house a lot...” Tear-stained cheek resting against his chest as you find yourself curled up on his lap. “Hanging socks and filling them with candies, claiming that they’re for the elves that visit late at night.”

Hoseok leans against the throw pillows, quietly listening as you tell stories of how your parents used to love the winter season. His warmth comforts you and your still-aching heart.

That night you fell asleep in his arms; the last bit of your emotions all used up, but your heart definitely feels lighter than the past years.

Knocking on the wooden door, you clear your throat, hearing scurrying footsteps before the door opens.

“Y/N!” Miriam exclaims. “I was so worried, you didn’t show up yesterday.”

“Sorry, something came up yesterday and I didn’t realise how late it was when I was done. But I bring another couple of books?” You lift up the box in your hands in emphasis.

Miriam lights up at that. “Well, come on in. The children will be so happy. They are excited to—”

“Oof—!” The loud thump behind you causes you to turn to see Hoseok huffing, catching his breath — one hand on his knee as he sits on the stairs — another box on top of the stoop. “I didn’t realise how much book you’ve packed, Y/N.”

Snorting, you place the box you’re holding on your left hip and extend your right hand to him, instinctively, to help him up. “C’mon, the children are inside and we should help to unpack the boxes first.” He takes your hand and pulls himself up, nearly stumbling and having his face close to yours.

As if his piercing gaze locks you in a trance, you stare back until he murmurs, “Well, someone is looking beautiful today.”

Spluttering, you let go of his hand, face burning. “Let’s go.”

Hoseok laughs at your embarrassment before he lifts up the box on the floor and makes his way inside, passing by Miriam who’s waiting by the door.

When you step inside, Miriam whispers, “Is he—?” Her tone lace with curiosity as a teasing smile appears on her lips.

“Uh, no, he’s not my boyfriend—” You say too quickly, flustered.

“Well, I meant to ask if he is Helen’s grandson, but I see.” Miriam fails to stifle a big smile now. “You two would look really good together.”

You curse yourself, walking faster as Miriam laughs behind you, closing the door. When you reach the living room, the children are already waiting and once you step into their view, they squeal happily.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Amy waves to you giddily. “Hobi says you brought more books for us!”

“H-Hobi…?” You blink. Snapping your gaze towards said man who is already looking at you intently and you avert your gaze once more to the grinning children. “Umm, yeah. I do.” You sit beside Hoseok, tearing the tape off the boxes you two brought in.

This time you brought in colouring books and other story books.

“Can Hobi read to us today?” One of the children asks.

You shift your gaze to his surprised face, a teasing smile appears on your face. “Yeah, Hobi, you should read to them today.”

Hoseok narrows his gaze at you before leaning close to whisper, “You should call me ‘Hobi’ from now on.” Then he turns to the children, smiling. “Alright, I’ll read for today. And which book do you want to read?”

“Which one is your favourite, Hobi?” Another kid — Ian — asks, curiously looking through the books.

“Well…” Hoseok scans through the titles of the stacked books. Your eyes widen at his pick. “This one!” He lifts up the How the Grinch Stole Christmas book.

“Wait— I read that to them already,” you try to stop the children’s interested looks.

“He can read it to us again!” Amy says giddily. “I think it’s a really nice story!”

“But there are other better books to read,” you offer. “Like…” You look through the books you brought. “This! The Night Before Christmas!” you read the title aloud.

“We can read that later,” Quin whines. “We want to hear Hobi read the book!”

Unbelievable. How the hell can these children choose him over you already?

As if he can read your mind, Hoseok shoots you a smug look and you pout like a petulant child. “Fine, I’m gonna go to the kitchen to help Miriam,” you huff, standing up and stomp out.

Hoseok watches your figure disappear into the kitchen before he says, “She’s so cute, isn’t she?”

Amy nods, grinning. “She’s grown up, but she’s still like us! That’s why playing with Y/N is so fun!”

“Right…” He gives a brief soft smile at Amy before he clears throat. “So let’s begin…”

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“You’re not reading to the children?” Miriam asks when you appear in the kitchen.

“No, Hoseok’s handling that.” You take a fresh apron and tie it around your waist. “So… I’ll help out with the cookies.”

“Alright then,” Miriam chuckles, handing you the mixing bowl and mixer. “You can continue mixing the ingredients until everything’s smooth and I’ll take out the cookies I baked earlier.”

You flip the switch of the mixer on and continue to mix the ingredients. When the texture of the dough is smooth, you place the mixture into small scoops on the baking tray and that’s when you overheard Hoseok’s voice.

“What can you learn from the Grinch’s story?”

“Oh! Oh!” One of the kids exclaims. “That Christmas isn’t all about gifts!”

“That’s right,” Hoseok agrees. “And also, despite the Grinch being mean at first, even unkind, that doesn’t mean that they are truly that way at heart.”

Your movements falter at his words.

“There is always a reason behind their actions,” Hoseok points out. “So, it’s always best to learn about them first before assuming things.”

“You sound like you know the Grinch well.” Amy tilts her head in curiosity. “Do you happen to know the Grinch, Hobi?”

“Well, I don’t know the Grinch personally,” he muses. “But I do know someone who is very similar to him. Maybe that’s why I grew fond of the Grinch.”

Did Hoseok just compare you to the Grinch?

You scoff internally. Quickly, you finish scooping the rest of the cookie dough onto the tray before placing it in the oven after Miriam takes out the first batch of cookies and then retrieving a serving tray from one of the cabinets.

“Oh!” Amy raises her hand enthusiastically. “I know! I know!”

“Yes, Amy?”

“An act of kindness towards someone can change them!”

Hoseok blinks. “That… Is right.”

“That’s right.” You walk into the living room with glasses full of milk for the children. “An act of kindness can change a person’s life.” Placing the tray on the coffee table, you look at the children one by one. “So, it’s important to be kind to others.”

As if on cue, Miriam brought out the freshly-baked cookies. And the children flock around her to get a piece. She chastises them and sets the cookies on the table alongside the glasses of milk.

You spent the entire Christmas day in the orphanage, helping out and spending time with the children and Hoseok. You even meet Helen who never stops gushing once she finds the two of you visiting the orphanage.

When it’s already late at night, you and Hoseok bid the children farewell with a smile on your face and warmth in your heart. Hoseok walks you home afterwards, and silence falls between you — both comforting and soothing. Arriving in front of your doorsteps, you turn to him who is already staring at you with his bright eyes.

“Thank you for today, Hoseok—” You stop at his unamused look. “What?”

“I thought I told you to call me ‘Hobi’ from now on.” He steps closer to you. You step back. “Hearing you saying ‘Hoseok’ all the time makes it sound so formal between us.”

“Alright—” You place your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away. “—Hobi, got it.”

“That’s better.” He chuckles at your antics before he steps back, stance growing uneasy. “And, uh, I forgot to tell you that there’s a winter market near the town hall. Would you like to come with me tomorrow?”

You nod without any hesitance.

“But Jimin will be there too.” And he adds quickly, “With his girlfriend. So, he won’t bother us and—”

“I’ll go.” You pause for a moment. “There’s something I need to resolve with him too.”

A gentle smile appears on Hoseok’s face at that. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod. “Definitely.”

He grins before tugging you in for a hug to which you reciprocate as if it’s second nature. And you both stay like that for a while until Hoseok mumbles suddenly, “I think I left something in your bookstore when we went to pick up the books earlier.”

You laugh. “Well then, I can go with—”

“Oh no, that's okay!” He says quickly. “I’ll go there myself, if you’re okay with lending me your key?”

“Oh, sure.” You take the keys out of your pocket. “Don’t lose it, yeah?” You chuckle, handing him the keys.

He nods. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

It’s another cold morning. Jungkook stifles a yawn as he walks along his usual route to Hoseok’s flower shop. Unable to contain his yawn any longer, he covers his face with his hand before he freezes — mid-yawn — when he sees you standing in front of the shop.

Quickly shutting his mouth, he calls out, “Y/N?”

Your gaze snaps to him from your phone. “Jungkook, hi!”

Uh-oh. Jungkook wonders if Hoseok has screwed up — since the man himself isn’t here — and now you’re seeking help from him to perhaps find ways to get rid of his hyung.

“Hey… May I ask what you’re doing here?” He checks his watch briefly. “So early…?”

“Hi, yeah, so I need a bouquet…” You fidget nervously.

“Oh?” Jungkook focuses on unlocking the glass door. “May I know what you’re looking for?”

“Hydrangeas and irises...”

He opens the door and motion for you to enter before following suit. “I’ll put my things in the back and I’ll wrap your bouquet.”

You mutter an ‘okay’ as he quickly changes into his uniform. Jungkook changes in record time as he has heard of stories of you being impatient, especially during the winter season. And well, someone has never intimidated him so much even though he is taller than you.

“Okay, so, hydrangeas and irises,” Jungkook mutters once he’s out of the changing room. He makes a quick dash towards the respective flower buckets and brings it back to the counter.

“Oh… They’re pretty,” you comment, eyeing the flowers curiously. But somehow Jungkook feels like you are scrutinizing him, ready to nitpick at him should you find any mistake or flaw.

“Why are your hands shaking?”

“Huh?”

“Your hands—” you point out. “—are shaking. Don’t you do this every day?”

“Not every day,” Jungkook mumbles, trying to stop his hands from shaking. “Anyways—” He clears his throat, changing the subject. “Who’s the special one?”

You blink. “Uh…”

Another uh-oh. This will not end well. Hyung is going to throw a major fit if he finds out about this.

“Don’t worry. Your secret's safe with me.” Jungkook arranges the flower stems together. “No one is going to hear about this. I promise you. I know you really value your privacy.” You shoot him a confused look while he rambles. Not long after, he lifts up the bouquet. “Is... This okay?”

“Do you have yellow irises?”

“Uh, you want the yellow one?” He makes a face.

“What is it?”

“It’s going to be ugly,” he blurts out before he remembers who he's talking to. “I-I mean if you want them then I’ll search for the yellow—”

“No! That's okay!” Your hands flay to stop him from finding more irises. “It’s fine, really. I trust your opinion. You’re the expert.”

Jungkook blinks, clearly caught off-guard by your words. “Oh… I— Thank you.”

You nod, giving him a smile that is, dare he say, pretty.

“Okay,” He relaxes, bunny-smile appearing on his face. “I’ll finish this up quick.”

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Thirty minutes later, Jungkook finally manages to finish the bouquet and you thank him incessantly to which he responds with a flustered ‘No problem, just doing my job…’

Rushing out of the store, you check your phone for Hobi’s text which says that he’s on the way to the market and would meet you there. With your heart fluttering, you put your phone back into your pocket after sending him a ‘see u too, hobi :)’.

Arriving in the market twenty minutes later, you spot him standing near the entrance, waving at you enthusiastically.

“Hey,” he starts before gaze dropping on the bouquet you extend to him. “Wha—”

You mumble, “These are for you...”

His eyes grow wide. “I… Thank you.” He breathes out. “Wow, this is so unexpected. I don’t know what to say.”

You let out a sheepish chuckle.

“So…” He observes the bouquet. “You bought these flowers from my shop and you’re giving them to me.”

At his words, you blink as realisation dawns on you. “Uh, oh right I—” You stammer, flustered.

And Hoseok laughs at your cuteness. “Aww, that’s okay. I’m just joking. But, thank you. It’s really meaningful.”

“You know the meaning of the flowers?”

He grabs your hand, tugging you along into the market. “Of course. Hydrangeas means—”

“—grateful for being understood.”

“Thank you for being understanding.”

You both say simultaneously.

He stops, turning to you as his hand tightens on yours.

“I never got the chance to properly thank you.” You meet his gaze. “And, I really appreciate what you did for me these past few days — months — actually. I really can’t thank you enough.”

A soft smile decorates his lips. And before the both of you are able to say anything else, a familiar voice calls out Hoseok’s name. Turning your gaze to Jimin and his girlfriend, you greet them with a small ‘hello’ and a smile. As they walk closer, Jimin has a wary look on his face while his girlfriend responds to you with a smile of her own.

“Jimin…” You earn his attention. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

He nods as his girlfriend and Hoseok gives both of you space.

“Look. About the other day, I know you had no intention of bringing Chatterbox to my store to mess things up. I just want to apologise, you just wanted to set things right and I blamed you for her actions which you have no absolute control over.”

“No, Y/N. I could have explained better that we’re going to just apologise — no drinking and no singing—”

“And it’s in the past,” you cut him off. “And that’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

“I’m really sorry for not trusting you,” Jimin sighs. “I thought they had really sung a few blocks away, but you still did not like it and drove them away.”

You shake your head. “Even though I hate their carolling so much, I would have tolerated it if they were singing a few blocks away. But they still sang in front of my store and that angers me.”

“I wouldn’t take your words lightly, Y/N.”

“I sure hope not,” you snort, but then a grin appears on your face. A genuine smile appears on Jimin’s face in return as he extends his hand. And you shake it with yours, finally making up.

Returning to Hoseok’s side, you both wander around the market and you take in the festivity of it all.

“Oh! Look at those skewers!” Hoseok points out in excitement. “Wanna go try it?”

You nod at him. “I’ll go wherever you want to go. I’ve never been to any of the winter markets.”

“Alright,” he answers giddily, taking your arm to loop around his own. “Don’t want you to get lost now.” Chuckling at that, he leads you towards the first food stall of the day.

People are smiling, laughing, and enjoying themselves and for once it does not bring as much bitterness as before. It’s been quite some time since you are able to feel this way without holding back. But you’re certain you’ll move on, little by little.

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“That was really fun,” you laugh, walking back to your bookstore with Hoseok still glued on your side. Despite not being in a crowded place any longer, he refuses to let go of you.

“I’m glad you had fun,” he muses. “We should do this more often.”

“Hanging out in markets, trying out various kinds of food together?”

“Well, if you consider it a date,” Hoseok says as you reach your store.

“Are you asking me out, Jung Hoseok?” You fish out the keys, unlocking the door.

“You remember my whole name?” He teases.

You shoot him a playful glare, stepping inside. “I mean, I have a sharp memory when it comes to relevant people in my—” You stop, gaping at the sudden colourful hues of orchids and dahlias decorating the broken jukebox. “I… What—”

Hoseok watches you stride towards the jukebox, observing the flowers intently with your glassy gaze while he takes off his gloves. At that moment, you seem like a child finding a surprise gift from Santa. And if Hoseok could, he would like to keep this moment into his memory forever.

When you finally turn to him, you ask, “D-Did you do this?”

He nods. “It’s fake though, since we don’t want them to wilt and—” You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he nearly drops the bouquet you had given him earlier. Setting it down on the cashier counter, he wraps his arms around you as well in a tight hug with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“It’s still beautiful, Hobi…” you murmur, breathing in his scent. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I hope it would bring comfort to you, Y/N…”

Pulling away — still in his arms — you meet his gaze and blurt out, “Gosh, I swear I think I can kiss you right now.” The pair of you stiffen as heat rushes to your cheeks. “I-I mean—”

“That would be greatly appreciated,” he says, cupping your cheek. Leaning down to close the distance between you. You scan through his eyes for any signs of hesitance and when you find none, you close the remaining distance, meeting his lips with yours.

Everything happens so fast, but Hoseok is the only clarity at this moment as his hand on your waist moves up to cup your other cheek to deepen the kiss.

“Hobi...” You breathe out as he backs you against one of your shelves. “Hoseok—”

“Y/N...” he murmurs, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb as he looks into your eyes, gaze half-lidded. “Do you know what blue irises mean?”

You blink, still processing his question. “Hope… And faith?”

He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear. “It also means deep feelings when gifted to someone.”

Gaping, you stare up at his face.

“Is that how you feel? Towards me?”

You nod slowly.

He kisses your forehead softly and your eyes flutter shut. Interlacing your fingers together, he leans his forehead on yours while he whispers, “I feel the same way. I have feelings for you, Y/N.” He then mumbles, “I really, really like you, Y/N.”

“I really, really like you too, Hobi.” You meet his lips again. He smiles into the kiss.

When you both pull away to catch your breaths, you bury your face on the crook of his neck. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance.”

And he kisses your temple, holding you tighter in his arms.

After punishing yourself over the loss of your parents, you had never given yourself a chance to move on. But you have known for quite some time that some part of you longed for a change. That is why you admire the Grinch who has a change of heart towards Christmas. Now with Hoseok by your side, you realise that you can move on as he encourages you to finally take a step forward. And for once you look hopefully to a happier future.

author’s note: honestly, i nearly turned this into a drabble series, but well, my writings are either too long or too short theres no in between so, oneshot it is sjdksjkfsd i hope you guys enjoyed it and as always, feedbacks are always appreciated !! if you’re interested in jimin’s story, you can find it here! thank you for reading 💕

[daddychims]

Offside pt 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

"You should have told me earlier," Jiwoo whined, fixing her lipstick in the mirror of your car, "I would have worn a full face before work today."

"Its not my fault I'm not one of the cool kids. I didn't even know about this until Hoseok told me," You reply navigating your way to Jungkook's house "They wanna drink their face into another dimension before the games and they invited me last minute. You know I dont go to these places on my own so do me a favour yeah?"

"Fine," Jiwoo rolls her eyes at you, pupils dilating as you pull the car over and she eyes the Jeon's villa "they must loaded."

"Who?" you ask absentmindedly, quickly replying Hoseok's text that you are outside the house with his sister

"Jeon's family," Jiwoo replies looking back at you with excited tone "I mean none of us can afford this big of a house in the centre of town like him. I heard his dad is a politician."

"Didn't he get a soccer field for his college admission gift?" You shrug, eyes focused on the phone screen "He looks like a spoiled brat too."

"Jeon?" Jiwoo purses her lips, looking in her memories as she smiles "I think he's cute, he's always really shy around me so I can't tell if he's one of them."

"That's because he's scared Hoseok might whoop his ass," You scoff at your friend's dreamy opinion on the golden boy, "He's swiping right on half of the girl's in the Sports and Exercise Science faculty on his night shifts."

"I know, I swear to God Hoseok was born to cockblock me," She sighs "Well Jeon's's rumoured to be the Golden Dick of Hanguk's soccer team so-" Jiwoo shrugs 

"What?" you choke on your saliva, laughing in disbelief "Is that a joke?"

"I wish it was," she sighs scrolling through her Instagram photos while you touch up your makeup in your front mirror "I've heard so many things about his golden dick, I sometimes wanna see it myself," She then shivers at the thought "God, probably not with Hoseok around though ..." 

"You know what I call that?" You hesitate as you spray some setting spray in your face and push the bottle back in your bag "False advertising," you then quickly glance at the text Hoseok sent to confirm they're ready "let's go." 

You walk inside the quiet house, the lights all turned off and the place in dead silence. Jiwoo who is walking ahead of you excited, glances back at you, furrowing her eyebrows. she gives you a questioning look  and before you can address her confused eyes the lights turn back on 

"Surprise!" Hoseok yells from across the room and everyone throws confetti at the girl who's standing in the middle looking around her with a dumbfounded expression all over his face

"W-Whats going on?" she asks in amongst the rushes of congrats thrown his way and the crowd 

"Congratulation on your first job Nuna," Hoseok embraces his sister tightly, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head "sorry I've delayed it so much."

"Oh My God," Jiwoo exclaims looking between you and her brother "You actually got me."

"Did you see my professional acting Hobi?" You chuckle, high fiving with Hoseok "she didn't even suspect a thing."

"Come on Nuna," Taehyung steps in hugging the girl in his ridiculously large body, almost crushing Jiwoo's bone as he squeezes her "Y/N never comes to our "get shit faced" parties, how did even believe her?"

"I was a bit intrigued, to be honest," Jiwoo replied, forcefully pulling herself out of Taehyung's grip before she gets crushed, "I thought she finally caved in for one of the Hanguk's boys."

"Well if anything, It must be me Right?" Taehyung declares winking towards you flirtatiously 

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes making everyone else laugh "I'm gonna go grab a drink, I'm too sober to deal with you Tae!" 

You find your way to the table adorned by all different types of alcoholic drinks. You grab a plastic cup and fill it with some expensive whisky you're surprised to see sitting beside all the others.

he's really rubbing it in everyone's face, you scoff holding the bottle of whisky in your hand and checking the alcohol percentage. 

Broke college students like yourself would never even have such fancy liquor on their birthday and here he was, the golden boy of Hanguk University, offering expensive beverage like this for a house party.

"Expensive taste huh?"

You hear a familiar voice and immediately turn around facing the guy who you didn't expect to see there. Your eyebrows furrow close together as you carefully examine the guy.

”Jeez, relax those eyes princess,” he shudders at your unimpressed gaze as he leans closer to you, looking over your body for some booze “I can't decide which one is heavier, you or that glare you're giving me now.” 

“I’m sorry,” you quickly mutter, breath hitting the corner of his neck “About last time I fell on you.” 

“No worries,” he tilts his head as he leans away to bring his gaze from the collections of alcohol to you “If that takes you to fall on me again, I’d take it any day.”

You face immediately scrunches in disgust, your brain’s fuckboy alert turning on as you sigh and brush past him to move. 

“hey hey,” he grabs your wrist, without eyeing you to get a sight of you leaving “This is the time when you ask me how you can pay me back for being your human shield!”

”Look Jimin,” you turn around facing him sternly and watch an amused grin adorning his plump lips “It's not gonna happen!”

”What's not gonna happen!?” He repeats your words with a teasing tone as he locks you between his body and the table behind you

“W-Whatever you’re thinking of,” you reply, the proximity of his face making you slightly clumsy with your words which you try to hide with your signature poker face 

“I wonder,” he murmurs, head tilting to one side as he glances over you through hooded eyes “What you think I'm gonna do with you” He bites his lips seductively, unfazed by your earlier vocal and clear  rejection 

You part your lips to respond despite being slightly flustered by his boldness. But the sight that catches your eyes across his shoulder appears more interesting than blowing off the guy’s super ego at that moment.

”Jungkook ...” you call, eyes dilating in shock as you watch a girl who’s sitting on his lips slip open a lighter, as he skillfully places the expensive Cuban cigar between his lips. 

His smirk lightens as the girl plays with the flame in her hand teasingly, leaning closer to steal a kiss from his tightly pressed lips before bringing the flame closer to him. 

“No,” you gasp out loud pushing pass the guy who’s locking you against the table, and before you know you’re standing across the couple who look at you with a mixture of annoyed and surprised eyes 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” You hiss, venom dripping off your tone

Jungkook raises an eyebrow while his girl narrows her eyes at your uninvited appearance. You continued to glare at the guy until he shifts forward and whispers something in the girl’s ear. 

The girl nods and throws an unimpressed look to your direction before proceeding to smack a kiss on his lips before walking away.

Jungkook sighs, frustration evident from his complexion, although no words leave his lips. He throws the expensive cigar on his special wooden box before standing up. 

“let's go,” he breathes out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you behind him down the hallway. 

It doesn't take long with his rushed footsteps and you're in the room you previously caught him gasping for his life a few nights ago, door shut closed behind you and back pressed against the door. 

“I’m not in the mood,” he whispers as his hand presses harshly against your collarbone to hold you against the door “I’ll make you cum with my fingers and we’ll call it a night,” he hesitates, leaning closer to press his nose against your neck “If you’re a good girl like you were the past few days I’ll let you ride me next time.” 

You’re still trying to register his words when he presses rough kisses on the sensitive flesh of your neck, hands tracing down to your tummy and down under your dress. 

He easily locates your clit over your panties, rubbing the sensitive nub skillfully and your mind goes hazy, head firmly pressing back on the wall.

”Aah- J-Jungkook,” you breath out a moan, hands gripping on his toned biceps to catch his attention 

”Yeah baby,” he nods with a smirk against your neck, feeling validated by the wanton sounds he got off you “call my name like that,” you wince as he bites a small spot on your neck before fondling it with his tongue“You’ve wanted this, didn't you!? I barely touched you and you're fucking soaked.”

his fingers rubbing your sensitive core is clouding your mind, but your body tenses when he tugs your panties to one side, fingers tracing their way on your entrance and only then you realise the situation you got yourself in. 

”J-Jungkook,” you bring your head down, grabbing his head firmly as you mutter “Please!”

”Yeah, beg for it baby,” you watch him dig his lips to the corner of your neck, not noticing your resisting body language “You wanted me to touch you so bad huh!? You should have just begged for it like now-“

”No Jungkook,” you gather all your strength and push against his body, the startled boy stumbling back on his feet  “Stop!” You exhale the air looking at him with wide eyes 

“What!?” He furrows his eyebrows, looking lost like a puppy who was beaten 

“What are you doing!?” You shriek, hand reaching to tug your dress down on your thighs which was rolled up by him 

“I-“ he stumbles on his word, wide doe eyes wandering around “I was just-“ he then frowns in a mixture of rage and fear as he shots back “you wanted this! Dont you dare-“

”No, I didn't!” You sigh, fingers combing through your hair “You seriously need to stop this.”

”Oh really now!?” He scoffs, clenching his fist as he takes a step closer “You’re turning this back on me huh!?”

”Jungkook you've misunderstood-” You mutter through gritted teeth 

“You wanted me to fuck you,” he explains defensively “You go around asking me about my medications, talking shit about me to Dr Kim to get my attention,” he huffs the air out of his lungs forcefully as he motions to the door “And you yanked that girl off me just so I fuck you, and I'm doing it now. you're getting what you want, What else do you want!?” 

Your head starts to spin, digesting his words and you have to close your eyes for a moment so you dont stumble and fall by the overwhelming realization that shots through you. 

“Gosh,” you inhale sharply looking back at him with defeated eyes “It's my bad caring for a jerk like you.”

”W-What!?” 

“I was just worried you’d chuck that cigar up your lungs and mess them up even more than you already are,” you pronounce every rageful word with the heat you feel inside your body 

“The fuck are you talking about!?” He asks, voice tinted by confusion 

”Jungkook you have Asthma,” you explain with questioning eyes “Your lungs are already struggling to stay open for some air and you think smoking is a good ide-,”

you cut your sentence short, watching him with disappointed eyes “You know what,” you shake your head as you quickly fix your dress, “I dont even know why I care whether you breath or not!” You say harshly as you turn on your heels 

“Wait-“ he calls after you as you twist the doorknob but before he can reach for you, you’ve left his room and his house for the night. 

[notyoongiswife]

♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer (40/?) 

“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real) The whole thing was a setup. Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren't there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer's room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found. "Ah! The others are arriving... in a couple of minutes... Yeah. Hm. " He had said, looking all nervous. "I've gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?" If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas. “Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too. “Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked. Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch. “They're up to something” ♡ ♡ ♡ "Well? Do you think they believed it?" Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected. "Not for a second. Yoongi didn't buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they're together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!" Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. "Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I'm pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what's going on soon enough." Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so. No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn't just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other's mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together. ♡ ♡ ♡ GROUP CHAT Yoongi: Where are you guys? Yoongi: ??? Yoongi: ??????????????? Jimin: Oh, hey Hyung! Yoongi: Hey?? Where are you, brat? You guys were supposed to be here Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes Aren't you guys coming???!!! Taehyung: No Yoongi: What the fuck, Tae? What do you mean by "no"?? Taehyung: It means we're not going! Sorry, Hyung! Yoongi: I knew! I knew you were all up to something What's going on? Taehyung: You're a smart boy You'll figure it out Hoseok: Shut up, Tae What he meant is Why don't you and Jungkook just enjoy the night? Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen You guys can talk And enjoy the night... Taehyung: Smooth, Hobi-hyung Yoongi: I can't believe this Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us?? Jimin: If this is what it takes To make you guys realize you should be together Then yes, we're really playing matchmaker Good night, Hyung! ♡ ♡ ♡ Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn't know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes. Yoongi never stood a chance. He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi's heart too. Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there. Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook. “This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It's called I Need U” ♡ ♡ ♡ The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy. Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and... passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi's face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn't the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath. It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams... And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen. When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways. Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi's and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi's cold hand. "Jungkook-ah..." His name sounded like a breath, a whisper. He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi's thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy's hand. It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other's hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right. Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy's hand, he figured this was as good time as any. "Hyung, I..." his voice cracked a little, He couldn't hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting. While gazing into Yoongi's eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn't and wouldn't let this chance slip away. "Hyung, can I kiss you?" Yoongi blinked a few times but didn't seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate. "God, Jungkook-ah... Just... Yes. Yes, please." And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them. The young boy couldn't help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi's lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi's, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting. Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook's, softly, before tracing the boy's bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy's sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi's hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other's lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi's lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing. They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other's lips. "Kiss me again. Please kiss me again" Yoongi didn't have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine. Nothing had ever felt this good.