#im glad i finally found someone the best combination of pairings

[athetos]

The father

The son

And the Holy Spirit

[periminkle]

Orphic | 04

After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 7.6k

rating: PG-15

warnings: swearing, descriptions of blood and cleaning wounds, mentions of cannibalism (o.o)

author’s note: mMMm setting deadlines is effective but exhausting, so the pacing of this might be a bit weird? also im def not late bc it’s still sunday in some timezones so ;))

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I stared intently at the grungy nick in the otherwise spotless wall, mind racing a mile a minute.

The better half of the last hour had been spent pacing back and forth, gaze unmoving from the unconscious man in fear of missing the twitch of a finger or the flutter of an eyelash. His complete stillness persuaded me to check on his pulse frequently, glad to feel the faint, yet steady, beat beneath layers of smooth skin.

When I received a second call from my cranky saviour to inform me that he was nearly here, I forcefully sat myself down and practiced that infamous square breathing that every zen yogi swore by. By the persistent bouncing of my knee, it was evident that the yogis had failed me.

Rain was pounding down in thick sheets onto the pavement outside and at this point I was convinced the world had it out for me, using every trick in the book to further complicate this surely doomed rescue mission. Nonetheless, I optimistically hoped that the incoming storm would soon subside.

My unfortunate lips dealt with the brunt of my merciless canines, rendering the skin raw by the time a distinctive series of raps against the sturdy door caught my attention. It was the very same pattern in which I’d regularly knock on the door to the cleaning storage, craving the company of someone other than the three musketeers I’d gotten to know better than my own blood.

Although I ordinarily would be enthusiastically welcomed and greeted with nothing less than a wide, heart-shaped grin, the circumstances now were undoubtedly exceptional. Thus, the crinkle between his brows and the disgruntled glare fixed on my sheepish smile were to be expected.

Needless to say, Hoseok was not impressed.

“What the hell?” the typically friendly janitor barked out, huffing out his frustration at having his slumber disturbed. “You do know that it’s almost two in the morning right? How did you even get in here? Why couldn’t this wait for tomorrow?”

His hair stuck up in a multitude of different directions, evidently having rolled out of bed, slipped on a jacket and came to my rescue. The wrinkled, blue horse character on his pajama set eased some of my nerves at the familiarity of its nose, in the shape of Hoseok’s smile that was, understandably, nowhere to be found with the current circumstances.

I gripped the distressed male by his lithe shoulders, imploring him to slow down. “I’m not coming in tomorrow. Listen, this is gonna sound absurd but—”

His eyes drifted past my smaller form and I firmly shook at his torso to prevent him from spotting the other man. “Hey! Eyes down here.” A hint of curiosity bled through his agitated exterior when he focused on my stern exterior once more. “You can’t freak out, okay?”

Hoseok shrugged his approval, murmuring, “Yeah, I get it, directly disobeying the head researchers is pretty satisfying and all, but did you really have to drag me into this? Especially when you know I start early on Saturdays?”

At the reminder of his strict schedule, I withered marginally as I originally hadn’t intended to involve him at all. A shameful appreciation began to eat away at my conscience, grateful for his presence in spite of my outrageous request. I wouldn’t know what to do if Hoseok hadn’t come through and in my eyes, he remained an angel who was too good to be true.

“I’m sorry, I promise this is really important.” I brought my arms back to my sides, glancing down at my feet in order to organize my swirling thoughts. “I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t an emergency.”

What I didn’t notice while lost in my reverie was Hoseok’s rebellious stare, wandering over the injured man’s form. “What the fuck?” He gently shoved me aside, stumbling deeper into the laboratory. When he was planted by the stranger’s table, he repeated, “What the actual fuck?”

My head tipped back in exasperation, disappointed that not even my last minute backup strategy was going according to plan. “Hobi, please.”

I could practically envision the gears whirring in his head, a natural reaction considering the mutant in front of him. When he finally craned his neck back to me, he mumbled with wide eyes, “Say sike right now.”

“Stop talking for two seconds.” I groaned, marching up to position myself between the janitor and the table in an attempt to calm him down. Immediately upon noticing his trembling digits, I reached out to clasp them within my own quivering hands. “Listen, this experiment they’re conducting? From what I know, it’s all some screwed up excuse to inject animalistic characteristics of their choosing into humans. And their track records point to a lot of predator species.”

“Predators? Wha—why would they even want to create a predator-human hybrid?” Hoseok took a tiny step back and out of the fear that he would flee, I fiercely clamped down onto our conjoined limbs.

“I don’t know yet,” I faltered. “But, honestly, I couldn’t care less because of how unethical they are in their approach to this project.” At his puzzled expression I somberly gestured to the unmoving lump in the corner, willing myself to postpone any tears for a safer location.

Hoseok must have connected the dots at the midnight black shade of fur peeking out underneath the fabric matching the colour of the hybrid’s ears and tail, as his stare hardened and his breathing began to even out from the rapid pace it was at before. “I’ll need more details later on, but let’s get him out of here first.”

At his command, I retracted from Hoseok's hold, scoping out the rather barren area for something other than the masses of files and papers strewn about. “You think we can carry him together?”

Simply comparing the difference in size between the stranger and Hoseok, there was no doubt the copious, hulking mass of muscle outweighed my friend’s slimmer figure. Our combined strength would have to somehow prove formidable against his bulky body.

Hoseok’s grimace spoke volumes about his faith in that idea, although there wasn’t much of a choice considering the alarming time crunch and our limited accessibility to other parts of the laboratory. Due to my blind confidence in the ostensibly foolproof scheme I constructed, the only cameras shifted were directly located in the path from the front entrance to the changing room to the upstairs lab.  

Oh, how I was regretting that naivety now.

Using an abandoned stretch of fabric that had been stuffed into one of the drawers I rummaged through earlier, I covered his immobile body with the thin cover to provide some decency and act as a layer of defence against the torrents outside.

While Hoseok stood directly behind his head, leaning forward to loop his arms underneath the hybrid’s triceps and around his chest, I grabbed each of his ankles, cradling them to my abdomen. Even with our best efforts to avoid any of his wounds, there was no way to avert the countless scratches and bruises that littered every inch of visible skin. We counted on the sanguine belief that he wasn’t conscious enough to feel any of it, reluctant to use any tranquilizers when we weren't aware of how much juice they’d already injected him with.

“On the count of three?” Hoseok asked.

With a nod, I tightened my hold and widened my stance. “One, two,” after taking a generous inhale, I heaved, “three!”

The two of us managed to maneuver the stranger down the length of the dingy hall before we were forced to gently place him onto the ground, desperate to grant our aching muscles the break they demanded. Currently, construction was being done on the elevator, which meant that the flight of stairs was the next obstacle to be tackled.

I lost the brief, but fierce, battle of rock-paper-scissors and endured the frightening prospect of marching down the stairs backwards—in the dark. All because Hoseok was unwilling to sacrifice the slightest bit of his comfort for the both of us to step sideways.

It was safe to say the stairs themselves took ten minutes to clear.

On the first floor, we were able to cross over to the main entrance in a breeze thanks to the spacious nature of the lobby. After scurrying to Hoseok’s car and laying the hybrid in the back seat, I returned to the lab to dutifully lock up the front door and jogged back to the vehicle.

Hoseok sent me a befuddled brow lift from the front seat when instead of the passenger’s side, I hesitantly stood a stride away from the driver’s door. “He’s fine, hurry up already so we can get out of here.” He motioned to the space beside him with the flick of his chin, his bed head dancing along with the movement. “It wouldn’t look too great if anyone caught us right now, especially with the man-cat knocked out cold in the back. Plus, the lab just radiates spooky vibes at night, look at my goosebumps!”

“Okay, okay, give me a second,” I grunted, opening the door to the back seat as I bowed inside to avoid a painful meeting with the roof of the vehicle. While gripping the back of the stranger’s skull with one hand and his upper back with the other, I lifted his torso and slipped inside. Tenderly, I placed his head on my lap.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok stared at me through the mirror, evidently unnerved by my proximity to the man. “He could literally wake up at any minute and there goes your throat!”

“Or he could get juggled around from your shitty driving and open his injuries again,” I countered, “which I think is a lot more likely, no?”

He scoffed, taking full offence to my jest. “Never mind. I hope he throws you out the damn window for calling my driving anything less than spectacular.”

The rush of excess blood coursing through my veins as a result of my overactive heart pounded in my head, nearly loud enough to block out the boisterous revving of the engine echoing throughout the empty lot. Tires squeaked against the pavement, jolting the hunk of metal into action as we sped away.

“Where were you thinking of leaving him?” he asked, taking a breath before mumbling, “that is, if you thought about this at all.”

“Hobi!” My jaw dropped dramatically at his not so subtle jab, shaking my head as I commented, “You’ve been hanging around Yoongi too much lately. I mean, all this sass couldn’t have come from nowhere.”

He slowed down behind the only other car in sight, flicking on his signal to turn. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not, I was just commenting on your drastic change in behaviour,” I rebutted, crossing my arms across my chest at his determination to aggravate me tonight. “For your information, I actually planned this out for weeks; who do you think got the key card to the upstairs lab, the keys to the building itself, moved all the cameras—

Despite the leather seat between us, I knew he was sporting a sly smirk, for his conceit was bleeding through his supercilious tone. “And who begged me for help halfway through this ingenious plan?”

My jaw clenched shut, astounded at his cheeky retorts. At first, I was unsure of how the relationship between the jovial custodian and the chilly facade that Yoongi donned among strangers would progress, but judging by the sheer number of occasions in which I’d walked into a room with the two chatting away—gummy smiles all around, it seemed to be advancing better than expected.

“Whatever, you came anyway.” I sank back into my seat, careful not to disturb the comatose man peacefully resting on my thighs. Hopefully he was narcotized enough to remain oblivious to the various disturbances around him and would only rouse when the sun made an appearance.

Hoseok blithely sneered, pressing harder on the pedal as he spun the steering wheel to the right. “Yeah, well it’s kind of hard not to when you claim that Hyunho’s going to sue your ass for thousands of dollars.”

“And was I wrong?” I recalled our earlier conversation, where I hadn’t yet mustered up the courage, much less the patience, to confess to the details of my crimes. In a panicked state, I simply presented the consequences which would follow Hoseok’s absence—Hyunho’s wrath.

“No, now you’re just gonna get your ass handed to you by Namjoon and Yoongi,” he countered. “But I guess you’ll save some money while you’re at it.”

Merely the thought of their reactions to my late night escapade made me want to shrivel up in a ball. “Who said I’m going to tell them?”

“You’re not telling them?” The car slowed as he gradually came to a graceful stop behind a red light, turning his torso to face me with the help of his hand on the central console. “You know better than to release the man-cat, he’ll just get caught again.”

Rolling my eyes like a petulant child being scolded, I muttered, “I’m not releasing him.”

“But you can’t deal with him on your own either!” he snapped, the lack of sleep shortening his tolerance. After a pause to regain his senses, Hoseok rapidly shook his head and twisted back to focus on the empty roads ahead.

"Listen," I gritted out between my teeth, my own temper flaring. “I think you’re forgetting that I was well aware of the fact that I would be housing some kind of animal for a while, just didn’t know he would be this big.”

“Or this dangerous? This costly?” His firm grip on the wheel tightened, knuckles turning white as his emotions boiled over. "You’re not prepared to deal with him, I'll just take him back to my place."

A puff of air escaped my throat at his ridiculous solution, stating, "You live with your sister. There's no way she won't find out."

"Like you're any better off," he quipped, staring me down through the rearview mirror. "You live alone. If he were to do anything to you, we’d be none the wiser about it."

"Well, we can't risk anyone discovering his existence. There's no other way.” By watching the stranger’s chest rise and fall with each elongated breath, I was able to simultaneously avoid Hoseok’s prying eyes and collect my own thoughts.

While impatiently waiting for his arrival back at the lab, my mind had trudged through copious possibilities, overwhelmed with the pressure to choose the right one. Eventually, I came to the disconcerting conclusion that, be that as it may, the most secure option remained to bring him back to my place.

I reassured, "Don’t worry, I cleared out my bedroom so that there’s nothing in there that could potentially be used as a weapon. We'll secure him down, lock the door, and I'll camp out in the living room."

"Y/N, we don't have any clue what this guy is capable of,” Hoseok stressed, worry colouring his voice as he sharply gesticulated with his free hand. “Hell, look at him! He has cat ears, Y/N, and do not get me started on his tail.”

I stole a glance at the accused appendage in bewilderment, unsure of why that aspect was at the forefront of Hoseok’s concerns regarding the mutant boy. “What’s wrong with his tail?”

“My point is,” he accentuates, “we have no idea what we’re dealing with here. What if he has some kind of monstrous super strength and his diet consists of human flesh? He could probably rip right through any restraints and bam! That'll be the end of you."

I held my tongue at ridiculing his absurd speculations when some sort of man-cat hybrid was currently strewn across the back seat of Hoseok’s run-down Corolla; a dim display exposing the current, ungodly hour of the early morning.

“Do you have any better ideas?" Although my question was met with radio silence, we steadily continued on the potholed path headed away from my house. I spoke up again, "Where are you taking us?"

"We're going to Namjoon's place, and we're gonna think of a better alternative all together."

"Hoseok," I seethed, fists clenching next to my thigh. "He'll make us take him back. We're already too far in to go back now."

The car jerked violently due to the bumpy road and being suddenly reminded of the wounded boy, I shot out to grab at his thin waist in order to nail him to the seat. Despite my best efforts, crimson liquid soaked through the thin blanket and I cursed under my breath.

"I can't leave you there alone with him!"

"Please, we'll be careful." A beat passed as I greedily inhaled the fresh air flowing in through my open window,  gathering ideas to negotiate. "I'll stay awake the whole time and I'll text you every hour."

Regardless of my pleas, the car kept at its incessant pace to Namjoon's apartment. Sweat began to accumulate at my temples at the unsure fate of what censure awaited me. To distract my nerves, I gripped the fabric that covered the man’s body, tugging it over his shoulders to rest just below his chin while pressing a bunch into his side in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Past the low hum of the vehicle, a gentle utterance met my ears. I lifted my head to inquire whether the sound was merely a figment of my fatigued imagination when Hoseok repeated, "Every half hour."

My eyes widened, darting to examine his stoic expression from the rearview mirror. "Yes! Yes, yes of course. I can even do every ten minutes if that’s what you want." I shrugged my shoulders, pointing out, "I'll be up all night anyway."

"No, I'm good. Unlike some of us, I don't deserve to be punished for my crimes and would like to salvage the little sleep I can get," he declared as he performed a U-turn at a wide intersection.

My grin expanded exponentially at the change in direction. "Suit yourself."

I allowed my thoughts to clear, tracing a clear droplet on the window as it raced to engulf another, merging into one, larger globule that ran down the smooth expanse until it was out of sight. Unknowingly, I mindlessly carded my fingers through the stranger’s dampened strands; more so for my own comfort than for anyone else.

Before I knew it, we’d arrived at my quaint cottage and with the addition of another individual residing under its roof, the place seemed tinier than ever. Hoseok and I shuttled him over to my bedroom as gracefully as we possibly could, aiming to avoid whacking into any obstacles along the way.

Other than his lengthy legs knocking into two door frames, we were clear.

The second his back met the rigid mattress, we collectively released a weighty exhalation from the excessive exertion that strained both our physical and mental states. Although the chances of the stranger waking up now were low, seeing as he was out like a light throughout the whole journey, I hurried to collect the sturdy ropes that I purchased in advance.

“Ooh, you’re into some kinky shit, huh Y/N?” Hoseok quipped, taking the material from my hands.

My eyes rolled back at his stupid antics, glaring at the pleased crinkles forming next to his drooping eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Now help me tie him up, so I can kick you out of my house.”

“And what’re you gonna do to him when I leave?”

Snatching the rope that he stole from me, I shoved Hoseok to the side by pressing against his firm bicep—which definitely carried more than his fair share of the hybrid on the way here—and grumbled, “Guess If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.”

Hoseok burst into a short fit of contagious laughter, invoking a couple quiet giggles that I was unsuccessful in fighting down. As he raised the stranger’s arms to the bed frame, I looped the braided, nylon material snug around each of his wrists. Along the way I checked to ensure that the restraints weren’t too tight before moving onto his ankles to repeat the process. Luckily enough, his height stretched the entire length of my minuscule bed with his feet dangling off the ledge.

“Tell me you brought more tranquilizers in case?” Hoseok asked immediately upon securing the last knot. Throughout a tedious explanation on how foolishly lax I was behaving with the hybrid, he went back to inspect my handiwork, tugging the ends of the cords closer together into a grip that nearly cut off the hybrid’s blood flow.

Over his nagging, I sneaked a victorious grin as I displayed the syringes I’d nabbed from the lab. He spent a few more minutes fiddling with various safety measures consisting of the pepper spray he stealthily retrieved from my purse, the bedroom door’s lock and an air horn that he remarkably pulled out of his coat’s pocket. Although it was questionable if the blaring sound would awaken even my closest neighbours due to the sheer distance between our houses, I didn’t dare attempt after imagining old Sangmin marching over here on his rickety cane to bark my ears off.

Refusing to bother expending effort on pondering over the rationale behind Hoseok’s little magic trick, I blithely shooed him out before any more ridiculous objects could be plucked out of his jacket.

The last straw was his finger approaching the sensitive button on said air horn. Unwilling to face the consequences of his brash actions, I slammed the front door closed behind Hoseok, the space suddenly void of his rowdy antics. I wearily blinked the drowsiness out of my eyes, the stillness and tranquility of the early hours slowed my heart rate from the fast paced, action packed night.

My sock-clad feed padded their way back to the bedroom, snatching my phone out of my black hoodie to fiddle around with an app that I discovered upon moving out. In order to relay my continued existence to my family, I scheduled texts to be sent every week, which would prove useful at this time as well. Knowing my own forgetful nature, one update to Hoseok would slip my mind, and either four, furious men would burst through every available entrance or I would have the whole police force upon my front steps in minutes.

To prevent such a disastrous event from taking place, I tampered around with the settings and added the fretting male to the list.

I halted in my tracks when faced with the mundane sight of the four walls where I spent most of my sleeping hours, not a hair out of place other than the addition of the injured hybrid on my dirtied bed. The crimson stains jolted me into action, retrieving my brand new first-aid kit and finding it hilariously ironic that the dressings were going to be used on the very same criminal that broke in to steal such supplies.

In order to fight off any cold that could have possibly slithered its way past the weak barrier draped over his body, I peeled the flimsy, sodden cover off and replaced it with a puffy comforter. Traversing through the storm that continued to rage outside definitely put a strain on his already weakened state, and his pale countenance wasn't very reassuring.

I slid the blanket down to access the sullied wound at his rib cage and grabbed a couple pads of gauze to firmly press onto the area. Thankfully, some blood had already begun to coagulate around the edges, so I didn’t have to wait too long for the trickling stream to cease. With a clean towel, I wiped the surrounding skin to get a better look at what I was dealing with, grimacing at the bruises forming galaxies across the jagged edges of ripped skin.

He was in worse shape than either Hoseok or I could have predicted. At this realization, the fleeting worry that he might succumb to the severity of his wounds grew, festering a nasty doubt in my mind.

Deciding whether to clean the laceration commenced another strife within the whirlwind of emotions inside my head, but I poured a few drops of antiseptic onto a cotton ball anyway, fearful of infection. As I tried my best to carefully dab the soaked material across his wounds, I peered up at his face to search for signs of consciousness.

My eyes involuntarily softened at the small cuts littered across his neck, travelling past his jaw and over the slopes of his hollowed cheeks to his forehead, which was partially hidden under his dark locks. When the cotton was thoroughly besmirched with a blend of bright crimson and a muddy brown, I drenched another and advanced up to other regions after the more serious lesions were taken care of.

A closer look at his sinewy torso allowed me to examine the scars scattered all around, mostly clustered around his upper arms. Absentmindedly, I wondered whether their appearances were linked to the cruel methods of the laboratory. How had he gotten within their clutches in the first place? For how long was he suffering under the justification of being an experiment?

What were they trying to accomplish with him?

My mind raced with all the different possibilities of what could have brought the hybrid into this situation in the first place, and before I knew it, I was pushing back the disheveled strands on his forehead to clean the last of his cuts. There were definitely more on his dorsal side, but I wasn’t willing to undo his restraints and flip his hefty weight over on my own. I would either wait until he woke up or ask Hoseok to stop by again after his shift.

In my current position, I was close enough to feel his warm breath fanning across my skin, observe the tiny brown mole under his lip and how utterly breathtaking this man was underneath the cuts that marred his skin. He was undoubtedly attractive at first glance, although I wasn’t able to appreciate his masculine features while under the stress of saving him.

Once every laceration in my reach had been disinfected to the best of my limited abilities, I swiftly bandaged his side again and stuck Spider-man themed band aids onto the smaller cuts in memory of the Hello Kitty ones that decorated his body earlier. I settled back on the chair, admiring my handiwork and fighting back the looming threat of dormancy that approached with every elongated blink. My head leaned back as I crossed my arms, thinking that a little snooze never hurt anyone.

I was blind to the cocoa orbs drinking in the darkness.

The bright light streaming in through the numerous cracks between my blinds prodded my eyelids apart, pupils struggling to adjust past the groggy haze of an unexpected slumber. Rather than revelling in the bountiful energy supplied by a restorative nap, an obnoxious cramp in my neck made its presence known alongside the bleak, obstinate tingle of dormancy that lingered within every tightened tendon, pulsating throughout my entire body.

Although the pain gradually ebbed away after I rolled my head around in wide semicircles, I knew from experience that the ache of sleeping in an uncomfortable position would linger.

Gold streaks were painted on the hardwood floor as a result of the sun’s harsh rays, a stark contrast to the dusk of a few hours ago. As I began to fuzzily recollect the memories from yesterday, I spotted the growing number of discrepancies between the room I’d seen before I closed my eyes and now, from the open door to the ruffled sheets, devoid of any sign of life.  

Fortunately, I seemed to be in the same position, seated on the tough chair that I snoozed off in a few hours ago. However, I found it odd that it was particularly difficult to do much else than squirm around, and that was when I realized the problem lied in the nylon material tied around my wrists and ankles, binding me to the furniture.

A cold dread washed over me, much like a freezing bucket of ice being poured over my head. The hybrid escaped.

Well, at least he didn’t exact his fallacious revenge on my sleeping form.

“Awake?”

I squeaked at the whiplash that followed the movement of my head twisting a second too quickly, intent on identifying the furtive speaker. My eyes widened exponentially at locating the muscular hybrid, black ears twitching at my cry and tail swishing in curiosity. Being clad in only boxers, I shifted my gaze away out of instinct, a fiery blush overtaking my features despite having ogled the man’s ripped physique before.

It felt completely different when he was unconscious and my only intent was to treat his multitudinous wounds though.

He slowly blinked, clearly finding my astonishment puzzling with the bewilderment laced in his orbs. Waving a large palm in front of my face to get my attention on him, he calmly said, “No hurt.”

The tight rope that currently hindered my motion was definitely the same one that had been previously occupied with restraining the hybrid to the bed. Yet the very same male stood in front of me, free as a bird. “H-how did you get out?”

Instead of answering verbally, he extended his defined arms out to the side, imitating the position he was tied up in, then robustly swinging both limbs towards one another. So he broke through those thick, durable ropes with sheer strength and willpower. Comforting.

The tranquilizers laid scattered across the floor, much too far to even consider reaching them.

“Where’s your blanket?” I questioned, suppressing the tremor in my voice as I found it outrageous that my throat was still intact at this point. There was no guarantee that he wasn’t harbouring any motives to rid the world of my presence, but the fact that he wasn’t actively making any moves to rip my heart out was a good sign.

The mop of dark chestnut swayed along in the same direction that he tilted his head over to; a habit revealing an emotion that I couldn’t place on the stranger. “Warm. No like.”

His broken English revived a flurry of trepidation. I recalled the night of the break-in, the terror and hysteria that I’d buried away under the incorrect pretense that a burglar never hits the same house twice.

I didn’t know if that sentiment applied to kidnapping the criminal and using your place as his hideout, as well.

As I noisily gulped, I felt his stare dart to my esophagus and in a wild panic, my wide eyes met the doe-like curve of his own. The hybrid edged closer to my trembling form before treading past me, out of sight. I closed my eyes in preparation.

This is it. Goodbye world, it was pretty shit while it lasted.

I heard the rustling of fabric behind me and silently applauded the man for thinking of a quick and easy suffocation to reduce the amount of clean up afterwards.

His bare feet slapped against the floor, trekking over to my front again. When a couple seconds passed and none of my airways were blocked nor was there any piercing pain to be felt, I cautiously cracked an eye open to see the stranger standing there, the puffy blanket from before wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“Good now?” he inquired with a bunny-like smile.

My jaw dropped slightly as I nodded, attempting to formulate a sentence but coming up empty. The stark contrast between the brawn enveloping his body and his innocent features threw me in for a loop. This must have been part of his grand scheme to ruthlessly murder me—lulling me into a false sense of security before executing me on the spot.

Outwardly, the hybrid appeared to possess more human features than his animal counterpart, leading me to wonder which instincts ruled over the other. Was he more level-headed and rational or was he unable to suppress his bestial instincts? Did he get sudden, violent mood swings or go on occasional, bloodthirsty rampages?

The lack of knowledge I had regarding the man, who had somehow gained the upper hand through his brute strength, was worrying. A tinge of regret for not skimming through a few files on said hybrid before Hoseok’s arrival made me softly curse under my breath.

As I shifted in place, I was reminded of my own predicament. “So, uh, any chance you’ll let me go?”

With his broad grin still on full display, he made his refusal clear by shaking his head back and forth. It was worth a try. “Not fair. I tied, now you tied.”

His childish logic caught me off guard and a bark of laughter shook my stiff shoulders, marginally relaxing at the prospect that he might postpone the bloodshed for a later time. The mystery laid in how he could distinguish my harmless intentions from the head researchers’ diabolical ones. Maybe it was the lab coat?

I made a mental note to never wear my own lab coat in front of him.

A grumble snapped me out of my reverie. I observed the stranger’s startled features as he glanced down at his abdomen, then, unabashedly, back up to my face. Recalling his screams of horror back at the lab, the barbaric treatment he received there was indisputable and based on his raging stomach, I guessed that it had been a while since he’d eaten anything of substance.

Of all times, Hoseok’s ridiculous words of the hybrid’s diet consisting of human grade meat played back through my brain and jitters erupted over my limbs, wanting to please the man before he was picking his teeth with my freshly cleaned bones.

“Hungry?” I prodded, pushing other priorities to the side in favour of feeding the rumbling beast.

His dark orbs immediately lit up with pure, unadulterated glee. The hybrid gracefully tied the ends of the fabric around his neck like a cape and rounded closer to me with mirth written across every crease on his countenance.

Unsure if his giddiness was attributed to the assumption that I was offering up the meat lining my organs, I squirmed in protest, attempting to cause a ruckus in order to spur his excitement towards another source of protein in the fridge.

Not having much choice in the matter with my limited range of motion, I watched in worry as he scurried out of sight again. “Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here and—”

Despite being prepared for his unpredictable nature, a yelp flew past my lips when I was effortlessly lifted into the air, chair and all. His forearms caged my thighs as he gripped the bottom of the seat, hot pants of air blowing onto the back of my neck from his position.

His elation was practically tangible as he flew past the open doorway and sped off through the foyer. He must have ventured deeper into the house while I was blissfully unaware, since his strides towards the kitchen were filled with nothing but confidence in every step.

Hastily, I spat out, “I’m not that delicious, trust me! My budget’s been pretty strict this month, so I’ve just been eating junk, and I don’t imagine that’ll taste very go—”

The force holding me upright loosened when we reached the fridge, permitting my feet to find the floor. “Dee-lee-shiz?” He tried to imitate, turning to point straight at me.

“No! No, no, not delicious.” I corrected, violently shaking my head.

His outstretched arm retracted to his side, staring like a hawk at my chin tipping towards the metal cooling box behind him, and I repeated, “Delicious.”

As he flung the door to the refrigerator open, nearly ripping it right off its hinges, he yelled, “Dee-lee-shiz!”

Utter fascination at the chilled temperature and the rather meager array of food etched onto his features, sending relief through my veins. I encouraged him to ravage the tenuous stock of food while simultaneously rejoicing at successfully having deterred him from eating me alive.

Packs of eggs, blueberries, condiments, and essentially anything within his reach was hauled out, forming a growing heap on the countertop. When a zucchini found its way into his grasp, he took one puzzled look before chomping down on one end. I wasn’t too sure how raw zucchini would taste when eaten as though it were a cucumber, but he seemed pleased enough to take another bite that resounded throughout the space with a loud crunch.

I reclined back into the stiff chair, content on observing the ravenous hybrid empty my fridge and taking an occasional nibble on snacks that piqued his interest. Although, his grab at the bundle of raw chicken was when I decided to voice my concerns. “Ah, that has to be cooked!” At another tilt of his head, I explained, “You could get sick if you don’t cook it.”

By his furrowed brows, I deduced the concept flew over his head, but he threw the package onto my lap anyway and peered down expectantly. “Cook.”

“You tied me up, remember? I need some mobility to cook.” I tugged at my subdued arms to demonstrate my current inaptitude.

He hummed in thought, enveloping his lower lip between his lengthy canines as he weighed the pros and cons of being able to consume the meat by setting me loose. Finally, after clearly expressing how torn he was between his hunger and his teasing, it seemed that he’d come to a conclusion when he latched onto my left forearm.

Just as I was about to jib that I was no longer on the menu, a searing pain ripped across my wrist. I hissed through my teeth with my fists clenched as I teared my tender arm out of his grip, protectively cradling the limb to my chest.

He flinched away from the sound, taking a step away from my defensive form. At the sight of my disgruntled frown, he withered into himself, chin to his chest while I examined my sore wrist, whimpering at the edges of the flaming red, torn skin. I was a second away from viciously reprimanding him for the bruise that was more than likely to form by tomorrow, but one look into his guilty, fearful eyes made me pause.

With his strength, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he possessed the ability to do much worse, which didn’t seem to be his intent from all the fretting—ears tucked into the crown of his head and tail hanging low. As he seemed to be repenting without a chiding needed on my end, I redirected to a softer approach. “It’s fine, just be more gentle next time, okay?”

“Mm,” he complied weakly, his prior enthusiasm having substantially deflated. Before I could dismiss the topic and entice him with more food, he knelt down to my ankles, gripping the rope with both hands this time as he effortlessly tore the material apart, careful not to graze my legs in the process.

A shiver crawled down my spine at the display of power, mentally noting that there was probably enough strength in his fingers to flick my stunned form across the room; yet the man proved his duality by proceeding to grab one loose end of his makeshift cape and gently tie it around my unscathed wrist. “No run.”

Surprisingly enough, I hadn’t made it a break for it as soon as I was liberated. Although I sustained minimal injuries, he expressed his remorse and made no moves to consume my flesh, which was another good sign. As more time passed, he was revealing to be more and more of a passionate bunny stuck in a wrestler’s body.

After all, I hadn’t gone through all the trouble of kidnapping him just to sprint at the slightest sign of trouble. I confirmed, “No run.”

Some of his original ardour reappeared at my acknowledgement, along with a faint giggle that evoked a tiny smile on my own face. I figured that with his minimal experience revolving around homemade dishes, simply slapping on some salt and pepper to flavour the meat with a side of boiled vegetables would suffice. Thus, I took the package from my lap and got to work.

Cooking with another, rather useless, individual essentially attached at the hip was difficult, to say the least. In the beginning, the man fired question after question, curious about every ingredient and spice going into the dish, but after realizing that he lacked the correct vocabulary to obtain the information he sought, he became a silent observer.

Basically, he followed me around like a lapdog while munching on another zucchini to occupy his restless hands.

After pulling him around left and right, occasionally giving a soft tug on the blanket when he would unintentionally zone out, I finally threw all the components into a single pan, deciding to serve a simple stir-fry. With only the expanse of the puffy fabric between us, I was constantly elbowing the hybrid while mixing the ingredients together, which I considered a redeeming form of payback for his carelessness with my arm.

While the mouth-watering scent of lunch wafted around, he extended the wrist connected to mine, sidestepping over to the island to fish for a bag of baby carrots before coming to stand next to me by the stove. Spotting my stare, he flashed another blinding grin and I couldn’t help but imagine long, bunny ears extending off the top of his head, his slender tail replaced with a fluffier ball of fur at the back. That seemed to better suit his ardent personality.

The chicken gradually changed colour as the exterior of the vegetables softened, and I brought the meal along with the chair by the fridge over to my tiny two-person table, prompting him to take a seat in front of the steaming plate. I expected him to ravenously dig in and devour every crumb, yet he refused to move a muscle, staring out the glass doors to the backyard and into the forest instead.

“I hurt.” He stumbled over his words, somberly bringing his gaze to my cocked brow. “No mean to hurt.”

Thinking back to the scuffle that seemed eons away at this point, I flashed a reassuring smile his way, explaining, “I get it, you were injured. Um, I was kind of mad at first because you broke my door and everything,” I offhandedly gestured towards the broken contraption, “but I forgive you.”

“No.” He clenched his jaw, analyzing the surface of the table as if the words he was searching for were etched on the surface. “Now. Sorry now, too.” To drive his point home, he delicately grabbed the arm not wrapped in the blanket, streaks of red decorating my wrist like a tight bracelet.

I hummed my understanding. “Ah, I told you it’s fine already,” I reassured, patting his hand.

Content at my acceptance of his makeshift apology, he began to dig into the chicken. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar taste, but he made no complaints. Anything was better than nothing, in the end.

I let him enjoy his food for a bit before asking, “Did you have a name? Something like J3?”

His eyes went back to scanning the outdoors, the sound of his chomping coming to an abrupt halt when he spotted a sad lump on the porch.

“Bud?” he inquired, the light glimmering in his irises.

The nickname stumped me, as I had difficulty imagining Hyunho or Minzy affectionately calling their experiment ‘bud’. “What are you talking about? Is that your name?”

His finger poked out to the cylindrical pile of tuna outside, then back to himself, “Bud.”

Befuddled now more than ever, I tried to laugh it off and nodded my head towards the plate again, silently advising him to continue eating.

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem too keen on evading the topic, whimpering in frustration at either my lack of understanding or his incapability of properly communicating due to the language barrier. His unending appetite was going to be put on hold for this. As he stood up, the chair behind him screeched, and he clutched on to the blanket, pulling me towards the back door.

Refusing to allow history to repeat itself, I rushed ahead to slide the hairband off and pushed the door open, allowing him to slip through. I figured that when the man drifted off to sleep tonight, I could replace the rapidly decaying tuna in hopes that my kitty would visit again.

While I was lost in thought, he undid the knot connecting the two of us and sprinted into the forest.

His back disappeared within the thickets fencing the towering maple trees and I froze in place, my jaw going slack in an ugly mixture of bafflement and betrayal, believing that he had simply taken advantage of my hospitality then ran off. Although, all attempts at making sense of the hybrid’s actions were cut short when familiar noises of horrifying, crackling sounds met my ears, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

When the underbrush twitched, leaves fluttering from the movement of an animal hidden within their cover, a sinking feeling entered my chest. And that was the moment I met the vibrant, emerald eyes that had dug their own space within my heart.

[wincore]

main actor | wong yukhei

pairing: yukhei x reader

words: 3.6k

genre: best friends to lovers!au, college!au, reader and yukhei are pretty much cat and dog, fluff

warnings: yukhei’s wildin, language

a/n: warmup-ish fic? guess i just wanted to see how many cheesy fanfiction tropes i can fit in. vaguely inspired by this

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There are times when merely existing feels too wearisome, and there are times when you can’t be happier to be alive.

Wong Yukhei makes you feel both of these emotions simultaneously.

If someone were to ask what Yukhei’s really like (and you’ve been asked that a lot by curious crowds who’ve only ever seen him smile from afar and deduced he can’t be that nice) you’d say he’s an idiot. He’s not stupid, but he’s an idiot. Yukhei is a bunch of contradictions, but he’s your best friend and you’ll reluctantly admit, probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. (Under no circumstances would you be caught dead saying that to him, even though you’re sure he’d just respond with a bone-crushing hug, grinning from ear to ear.) Obviously, you’ve got a lot of mixed emotions involved here.

The first time you met Yukhei, you were four. He had skipped over to you from another corner of the room, with wide eyes and a soft toy puppy in hand.

“You’re pretty. Do you want to go on a date?” he asked with a wide smile.

“No,” you responded, your attention still on your toy train. You glanced at him once and that was it.

“Okay,” he said, still grinning. Rejection wasn’t that big of a deal to four-year-old Yukhei.

Instead of leaving, he sat down beside you and watched you play. Eventually, you started talking to him about your fantasy land of trains and he, about his imaginary life as a firefighter. And after a few days, you and Yukhei were inseparable.

It’s quite the story for him to tell people, even if you never understood why he likes talking about it so much. It wasn’t very dramatic, or memorable like all the first meetings in books. But it’s always been a unique ability of Yukhei’s to make things sound a little more interesting as he animatedly told everyone at school how you were a cold, dark victim trapped in your lonely bubble and how he, your shining hero, warmed you up. You just make a face every time he forcibly brings you into the conversation.

Unlike elementary school Yukhei, middle school Yukhei was a little meaner, rougher at the edges. He never had any harmful intentions (you wondered if he had any intentions at all) but you always seemed to land the shorter end of the stick when it came to his shenanigans. A rapidly growing boy, he had difficulty getting his limbs in order and more often than not, he’d underestimate his own strength. Whether it was shoving you too hard or the one time he accidentally broke your toy train, those years had quite the horrors you’ve faced in life.

You’re lucky to have survived near him during his awkward teenage phase, full of hormones and messy feelings and Axe body spray. Yukhei’s never been good at telling people no and combined with adolescent curiosity, he’s been in quite a few choppy relationships.

But in the end, Yukhei still has the colour of a comic book hero. He’s always been the main actor of every play, whereas you doubt you’d get the role of villager C. Star athlete and the pride of your school, he’s never wasted an opportunity to enjoy the attention. You, on the other hand, prefer a little alone time. You’re different, immensely different, but you admire him for all that he is. He’s strong in a way you can’t quite describe, only appreciate in subtle ways. You’ve seen Yukhei grow from a boy who refused to admit he wasn’t happy, that he’s not always the smiling hero, to a man who learned to respect all emotions. He still hates to cry, sure, but he doesn’t do it in shadows anymore, pretending to be strong.

dumbass, 01:06 AM

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you, 01:07 AM

wtf yukhei

you, 01:07 AM

why are you awake

dumbass, 01:07 AM

i cant stop :(

dumbass, 01:08 AM

i think im addicted

you, 1:08 AM

to puppy pictures??????

you, 1:08 AM

you know what im not even gonna ask

you, 1:08 AM

go the fuck to sleep you big baby

dumbass, 01:10 AM

but look :(

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you, 01:11 AM

tf im not looking at all of that

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:(((

dumbass, 01:11 AM

:( but :( puppies :(

you, 01:12 AM

good night dork

Yukhei’s a whirlwind of life, bringing energy wherever he goes. That’s the first thing anyone notices about him. The way his face stands out in almost any crowd, and not because he’s built like a giant teddy bear. The way he can find friends in almost anyone, and all he has to do is flash that grin.

Growing up, everyone could tell he’s a little off-beat, but it only made people want to be near him. The more he stood out, the more he fit in. It’s no wonder you see hordes of people around him, smiling back at his own friendly, dorky gestures.

“You get a walk-in closet and I don’t even get a washing machine?!” Yukhei complains, plopping down on your bed.

You’re certainly lucky to get the biggest dorm room, even if the closet occupies half of it. Now, if your roommate wasn’t such a dick, the beginning of your college life would be perfect.

“Wha- how are those two related?” you ask, leaning back on the wall as you sit beside him.

“I have to go all the way downstairs to wash my clothes,” he replies, “Henceforth, I am upset.”

“When did you learn such big words, Yukhei?” you tease.

“I’m not stupid,” he defends, “Surprising, I know. Considering I got my hand stuck in a Pringles can last week. Again.”

You laugh as he shoots you a grin and sits up, tugging up his red jacket on his shoulder.

“At least you like your roommate,” you grumble, before lowering your voice. “I don’t know which supernatural being up there I crossed to get mine.”

Yukhei laughs. “It can’t be that bad!”

You roll your eyes and smack the back of your head against the wall. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Yukhei gets along with just about anyone.

“So, we’re starting college, huh?” he shifts to sit beside you.

“We really are,” you breathe.

And so when college began, you couldn’t even feel homesick because Yukhei brought home with him.

College somehow manages to amplify Yukhei’s tendencies to fuck shit up. Bad decisions and good intentions—whether it’s getting drunk at parties, or getting a secret tattoo, or going for midnight drives in the brightest part of the city, he certainly is living his life to the fullest. And he gets new friends to do that with—boys with similar interests and trouble in their presence (except Mark, he’s the sweetest and is only dragged to places like you are). Kunhang is a babbling mess when it comes to drinking, Dejun has strange food choices and Jungwoo isn’t as naïve as he looks (but that’s on you, you could never blame Jungwoo for anything). Mark might just be the sanest, and even he has his quirks. You’re glad, though, for Yukhei to have found them and for them to have found Yukhei.  

Despite all changes in Yukhei’s expenditure of time, he still finds a way to sneak into your spare moments.

“Tell me that story you were talking about,” he says, falling backwards onto your bed.

“Now?” you ask, still groggy after waking up from your unforeseen nap. Finals are not treating you well.

“Yeah,” he says, “You look like you could do with a break.”  

Of course, there are times when you hate Yukhei. Times when he’s reckless, pulls you into messes you know you can’t sort, times when you just feel so fucking annoyed by your best friend.

“You did what?!” you yell.

“It’s not that bad!” Yukhei explains, waving his arms around wildly.

“I am not going on a date with a stranger!” you yell, your voice coarser than usual as you search for something to fling at him.

“It could be fun!” he replies, ducking to avoid the slipper you threw at him. “You could be meeting the love of your life—all thanks to me!”

You throw the other slipper at him, and he narrowly dodges it. “No way is that happening.”

It’s not like it took you that long to realize your feelings, after the beginning of college. It happened slowly at first, barely a meandering stream of water, till the waves suddenly came crashing and you were drowning in your epiphany. Suddenly, you can’t not think of Yukhei’s large hand over yours or his bashful smile directed at you or even the way his lips look plump and kissable in the morning, despite the rest of his face all puffed up. There’s often stardust on his cheeks, you notice.

Suddenly, you know why Yukhei has always been the main actor in your life.

But you can’t be as open about it. If it’s not the idea of your longest and closest friendship falling apart that blows up your fears, it’s the image of Yukhei’s smile falling as he tries to tell his best friend no, and having to pretend everything’s okay. If the void in your stomach is good for anything, it knows when to tell you the jump is too difficult to take.

If anything, you don’t even know what you mean to Yukhei, but that’s coming from the negativity you hoarded. You have your fears and your questions. If you cross his mind as often as he crosses yours. If you take even a square inch of his heart, if he’ll ever see you that way. You’re not sure what it’d feel like to be the most important person to someone. If you go as far as to call this love, why are you so reluctant?

“And?” you egg him on, crossing your arms.

Yukhei going to frat parties was a horrible decision, really.

“I got drunk and started doing body rolls in front of everyone?” Yukhei shifts uncomfortably on your bed. He’s probably spent at least half of his days here in your dorm room, only leaving when your roommate started complaining about how loud he is. To be fair, he does sound like baby Godzilla at times, worse when more of your friends are over.

“Yukhei, you’d do that sober,” you grimace.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he says, pretending to think.

“Are you going to tell me what got you so uncomfortable?” you ask.

“I mean…it’s not that bad,” he begins, eyes glued to a corner of the floor to avoid your gaze.

“You made out with someone, didn’t you?” you sigh. It hurts a little.

Yukhei scratches the back of his head as he breaks into nervous laughter. “Yeah, and now she kinda thinks we’re a thing, and I don’t know what to tell her.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You wish you could yell at him, let him know in any way how awful you feel.

“Yukhei, you have to stop leading them on! Every party you kiss someone new. Any more, and you’ll get a bad reputation!”

“I know!” he responds quickly. “But I was so drunk last night I couldn’t remember my name.”

“But you remembered to dial my number?”

“Well…yeah.”

Yukhei fidgets with the hem of his sweatshirt. “I’d call Mark, but he was at his part-time.”

You groan, sinking onto the floor. “I feel like a parent with a stupid son.”

“Hey! Now that’s exactly what my mom would say,” he chuckles, scooting to sit beside you.

There’s a heavy silence between the two of you for a few moments. You gulp down any reproachful words you might have left and stare at your fingers instead. You can’t tell him how upset you really are, can you? You’d have to explain the why then.

“Are you…are you just scared my reputation will be ruined?”

You turn to look at him, but he’s staring straight ahead. “Huh?”

“I mean, is that…what’s making you upset? Just that?”

“Yeah,” you answer, and mentally curse your voice for cracking like that. “I don’t want people thinking you’re some sort of an asshole.”

“Me neither,” he says, looking back at you with wider eyes than usual. “I mean- yeah, that’s- obviously.”

You shake your head at him, but you wonder how long it’ll be till you break. You’ve never kept something so serious from him before. It’s human nature to want more than you already have; Yukhei loves chasing after things he can’t have, but you’re not him. You’ve never been him.

Only a few days later, you see your roommate fuming as she leads a rather flushed Yukhei into your room.

“Next time he comes here, I’m calling the RA,” she threatens with a glare before walking away.

You roll your eyes at her back before grabbing Yukhei by the waist lest he falls and smacks his head against your furniture. Your action, however, proves to be miscalculated (you always forget how heavy he is) as the two of you stumble to the floor, barely avoiding the edge of the bed. You stand up again; Yukhei seems to be half asleep with the way he’s struggling to move around.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t drink,” you grumble.

“I said I wouldn’t go to parties,” he struggles to form the syllables. “I went to a really cool bar…it had funky lights and stuff. And I was dancing…and it was so much fun! Except I underestimated how strong that drink was.”

You sigh heavily. “That’s all you talk about. Fun, fun, fun!”

Yukhei grins as he rises to his full height and wraps his arms around your waist. You’d chide him for the reek of alcohol from him if he didn’t look so vulnerable, dormant like this. His eyes are half-lidded with sleep and when he rests his forehead against yours, you swear your heart has skipped several beats in a row. It’s not fair how peaceful he looks with his eyes closed when he’s sent you into internal turmoil. The warmth of his body seeps through the thick hoodie, and you almost find yourself unable to move.

You swallow the feeling rising in your throat and pull apart.

“Come on, Yukhei,” you tug at his hands to remove them from your waist. “Let’s get to bed.”

“We’re going to bed!” he rejoices gleefully. You’re glad he’s complying at least.

Now if he would just let go, you could prepare a blanket to sleep on the floor.

Yukhei doesn’t remove his arms from around your waist, though. Instead, he pulls you into bed with him, and under the covers. This is nice, the stupid voice in your head pipes up again.

“We’re friends,” he mumbles, “friends do this all the time.”

Not when one of them has more than friendly feelings, you think bitterly. Struggling is futile against Yukhei’s iron grip, and you let yourself feel what you were trying so hard not to. When you look at him under the dim lights coming from your window, he’s already out for the count. You brush the hair away from his face and slowly drift off. It feels safe like this.

Of course, you pretend your heart didn’t jump at the sight of his face too close to yours. You’ve shared a bed when you were kids before Yukhei grew too large to fit the two of you and developed a tendency to drool. He has broader shoulders now, longer legs and he engulfs you when he wraps himself around you. In the morning, your body aches after being wound up so tightly on a small bed but you ignore it best as you can. You ignore the rising warmth in your face too when Yukhei departs with a secure hug and his wide grin.

You wonder what it’d be like to be Yukhei—ruin it all and hope it works out. You wonder what it’d be like to see his idiot grin every night, after a kiss against your lips. You scoff at yourself, face a brilliant red, whenever these thoughts walk in unannounced. It’s getting harder to pretend you don’t stop breathing every time he wraps an arm around you or lays his head on your stomach.

“So let me get this straight,” you say, “you can’t get a job at the diner because you’re too tall to fit into the mascot uniform?”

“Yeah,” Yukhei replies, clearly despondent. Usually, he’d be beaming about his height. You can’t figure out why the job means so much to him, but you get your answer soon enough just to greet it with a click of your tongue.

“The free pancakes,” he wails, “They give free pancakes and fries to their workers. I can’t believe I’m missing out on that.”

Yukhei suddenly sits up straight with wide eyes. “You can fit into the suit though!”

You smack your palm against your forehead while he laughs at his genius.

“You practically live in the gym and talk my ear off about being healthy,” you huff, “And now you just want to hog junk food?”

“I’m just good at being healthy,” he grins. “So I can eat unhealthily. You could do with some work, though.”

You raise your leg to kick him in the side but he catches your foot, laughing loudly at your resentful expression.

You’re about to throw the pillow at him when a click comes from the main door unlocking. The two of you freeze and look at each other. You know for sure this will be the last straw if your roommate finds Yukhei again, and you’ll be reported for good. Yukhei and you jump up in a panic and look around for any way to evade impending doom. The few seconds have you frantically searching for an explanation in case she does find him, and you swear at yourself for forgetting about her warnings. (In your defence, most of the things she says are meaningless and you have no reason to remember them.)

Yukhei points to the giant walk-in closet and sneaks towards it, careful not to make a noise. You tiptoe in before your roommate can enter the shared room, and hide behind a rack just in case she decides to come in. Yukhei isn’t small enough to be entirely covered, so you just pray your roommate has no intention of fetching a pair of shorts.  

You hold your breath at the shuffling outside the door and move backwards carefully, only for your back to press against Yukhei’s torso. He stiffens at the touch but continues the needed silence. You end up squeezed in one corner of the closet, little ways from the mirror.

You sigh in relief once you hear the click of the door again. She must’ve come in to get notebooks for her next class, you guess. You turn to Yukhei but your breath hitches when you see him like that in the half-lit closet, his figure leaning towards you. It’s not very comfortable to have your body close against him, half twisted.

Yukhei’s gaze sends your heart into a pitfall. He takes a step towards you just as you take a step back and you end up pressed against the wall with Yukhei’s arms on either side of you.

“You’re still so pretty,” he says, his voice low.

A pause ensues before he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

The touch of his lips against yours has you seeing colours you never knew existed. One of his hands still rests against the wall while the other is placed gently around your waist. You can’t quite remember the details except Yukhei’s lips are as soft as silk and you resent the separation when he pulls apart.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” Yukhei looks down as he speaks, his cheeks tinted a darker shade of pink, “for a really long time.”

“You’re so stupid,” you huff, “Or maybe I’m the one who’s stupid.”

He responds with a wide-eyed smile when you cup his cheeks and pull him in again, your fingers skimming over his lower jaw. This time you feel every touch of the kiss, your fingers tingling and your lips tasting his. The feelings you’ve been struggling to tie up and toss away come pouring out of you as you try to keep them orderly.

It’s different splashes of colour with each kiss and the two of you can’t help the laughter tumbling out of your mouths.

“I love you,” Yukhei murmurs, his mouth against your jaw. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

He places a chaste kiss against your lips before looking at you with an adoring smile. Yukhei’s never been good at using words to express his feelings, but he’s never really had trouble expressing them either.

“I’m sorry I took so long to realize,” you whisper, before pulling him by the neck of his sweatshirt and into another kiss.

“I’m letting you go just this once,” you roommate calls when you step out of your room in the evening. “Congratulations on getting a boyfriend.”

You blush deep red and look anywhere else to avoid her sly grin. So she did figure it out. You owe her one, or more for not telling on you all the times Yukhei and the others have been over. Perhaps you had got off on the wrong foot. You should start listening to Yukhei’s advice on how to make friends. You should start listening to Yukhei for a lot of things.

Maybe Yukhei has always meant to talk about your colours but never found words good enough. Maybe he loves the way you laugh and finds himself doing more and more ridiculous things just for you. Maybe he’s told you that he loves you a lot of times but you weren’t listening. Maybe, just maybe, you too have always been the main actor in Yukhei’s life.

[marveling-chrisevans]

What If - Walk of shame

What If - Walk of Shame 

Chris Evans x OFC

Chapter six - 1932 words

Part One | Part Two | Part three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six 

Warnings: uh swearing maybe? 

Summary: What if. What if you out of the blue and on an impulse applied for a contest, and what if you won that. What if you met someone who didn’t know you existed, and what if you asked them for a drink after.  What if this impulse changed your entire life.  ** note I didn’t win so I don’t know how all this would go down but this would be how I would have loved it to happen.. the first chapter completely happened.. the texts might not be the same. But it happened**  

 Tag List: @smoothdogsgirl​ @torntaltos​ @patzammit​ – If you wanna be tagged just make a comment below and I am happy to do that or just DM me, whichever

This story is fully caught up and posted on AO3 and Wat pad. I am going to be combining chapters to catch Tumblr up. but if you would like to read everything right now then go ahead. Also please 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/184900452-what-if

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18506152/chapters/43856086

Faith woke up in a daze, she was laying on her side as she slowly opened her eyes to the sun streaming into the room. She saw the view of Hollywood from the hills, She was confused at where she was. The last thing that she remembers was that she was in a car on the way back to the hotel, then everything went kinda blurry. She looked around the room, and smelled food. She was extremely hung over and wanted some food.

She got up and wrapped the sheet around herself cause she didn’t have any clothes, and couldn’t find her dress, that she wore last night. She got up, walked toward the door that was closed and then walked out into the open lay out of the room. You could see the living room to the kitchen, seeing Chris was standing behind the island of the kitchen talking to what looked like his sister and his mother. She quickly backtracked into the room.

She didn’t escape unseen. Dodger jumped up and barked slightly as soon as she disappeared behind the door. She pushed it closed but didn’t get it all the way there as dodger pushed it all the way open. Faith Grabbed her phone and escaped onto the on suite bathroom and found her way into the tub..

Faith looked at her for the first time in most likely 12 hours, and saw that she had like 9 missed calls and texts from rose, and one from her brother. She slide into the tub as dodger jumped up to join her in there and started licking her face which made her laugh “hi puppy, can you stop?” She wondered as she called rose..

Rose answered the phone “Well fuck thank god your not dead, where the hell are you! Ive been worried sick!”

Faith laughed slightly “currently in a bathtub, with a dog, dodger actually in Chris’s Bathroom.. uh naked.. we had sex last night. Apprently, I mean I remember most of the night but then it gets fuzzy..”

Rose gasped on the other end of the phone “how was it, I want to know everything don’t leave out a single thing, oh my god.. I knew it.. MY SHIP IS ALIVE”

Faith pulled the phone from her head “hungover” she angry whispered in the phone “and I don’t remember much of it. Like I said fuzzy, but I can tell you it was the best sex I’ve ever had.. Oh god I hope he used a condom” she said back into the phone

“i did” Chris replied with a smile on his face. Faith looked up to where the voice came from “it was really good for me too”

“i gotta go rose I uh, gotta go uh ill be back in a little bit” Faith said and hung up the phone sliding further into the bathtub to hid which made dodger thing that it was okay to start kiss attacking her again.

“Dodger out” Chris said as dodger then stopped and put his head on the side of the tub looking at the owner “Glad to see you are awake.. I put your clothes on the bed, I washed them this morning. Also there is some coffee in there, I have to go do something with the avengers. I also put my number in your phone. Take as much time as you need, shower do whatever my family just left to go to the beach so you are the only one here” he replied to her

“and where is here so I can uh summon an taxi” She asked looking up at him trying not to make this all awkward more than it already was. Because its be honest it was really awkward for her “also just so you know I didn’t mean for this to happen.. I got way to drunk and I don’t do this, and oh my god did I say, ‘im feeling it now mr. Krabs?” She wondered looking at him

He nodded and laughed slightly “you did and Faith its alright, you are an amazing girl, and like I said last night id love to get to know you more.” He said “i gotta go but can I see you before you leave tomorrow?”

Faith answered her phone as it rang “yes this is Faith Young, Wait what? Are you serious yeah I can be there for an interview tomorrow morning” She smiled “yeah also that would be cool have always wanted to attend one, yeah two tickets. Thanks” she said back to the person and then looked at him and bite her lip as she pulled herself out of the tub making sure the towel was wrapped around herself “uh I guess not, I have an interview tomorrow, for my dream job non the less. So uh maybe? If its later today” you replied “but maybe not? I don’t know” She smiled “maybe we will just have to leave at it as what it is. A winners trip to Meet Chris Evans at the Premier of EndGame” Faith said back to him as he nodded

“I hope that isn’t the case, I have a feeling we will run into each other again” Chris replied as he walked over to her and kissed her one last time before he left the house

Faith closed her eyes when Chris kissed her and wished It would have lasted a little longer. The linger feeling of his pillow soft lips against hers. She stood there a while longer with her eyes closed wishing he never left. She heard the door close and dodger come back in and looked at her.

Faith got up from hiding in the tub, and went out and found her dress. Like he said it was laying on the bed. She wasn’t about wearing that home for the walk of shame. She went and showered in his shower, then raided his dresser and found a basic t shirt and just some smaller looking sized sweatpants.

She then called herself an Lyft. Headed back to the hotel she couldn’t believe that she just slept with her celebrity crush. The one guy who would have been on her exception list when she got married. She took a deep breath as she waited on the street for her ride. She had managed to get out of the house without running into his family. She thanked whoever was listening for that.

On the drive back to the hotel she made basic small talk talk with the driver. Once getting to the hotel she thanked the man and Gave him a cash tip as she had some from the night before, knowing that these drives prefer that over the tip in the app so they can use it right way.

Riding the elevator and going into the room felt so basic compared to her last 12 hours. She came in the room and flopped down on the bed next to Rose.

Rose sat up from where she was on her phone in her bed and looked at Faith “So are you going to spill the tea or are you just going to walk of shame?” She wondered looking at her friend “also are you in Chris’s clothes, because we could get serious money off of those

“Rose I swear if you keep yelling or talking loud or whatever I am going to punch you in the face. Also its not a walk of shame if you're not ashamed it happened?” She questioned back before she kept talking “Also we are not going home tonight, You know that job I told you applied for about a month ago for my jobs tv program, to be a project manager, well apparently I got accepted and They want me to go there for the keynote program tomorrow to show me off or something, give a presentation. I am not sure as I stopped listening when I heard I got the job.” she said back to her with putting her face into the bed sighing heavily ignoring the last comment about eBay comment.

“it can still be a walk of shame..” Rose countered back

Faith got up and walked over to her suitcase shaking her head, “remind me when we finally get home to look at my Lyft pick up history to send these back” She said to rose knowing she wouldn’t remember because she was going go from one project to another and just throw everything in the laundry

Rose smirked “ not gonna do that, but before we hop on another plane I do wanna go to this event at the Chinese theater I heard about, also the walk of fame is over there.” Rose replied knowing what she was asking and what was going on. Faith listened to her talk as she flung on some leggings and a flowing crop top that just showed a little of the top of her midriff. Running a brush through her hair. “okay fine let me take something for this headache and along s we stop at a coffee place I don’t care” Faith replied fixing her make up touching it up and throwing on a pair of sunglasses grabbing her bag “lets go”

The two walked out of the hotel stopping at the first coffee shop for Faith, then finished there walk to the walk of fame. Looking at the stars, stopping for the ones they loved posing and stopping at a few stars as they go. They were across the street from the Chinese theater as faith looked at it confused “what did you say was going on here?” Staring at the arch with the original six in it “Rose if this is an avengers event I don’t wanna be here, I embarrassed myself and then slept with one of the stars.. uh no”

The announcer started to announce the actors as they came out one by one and the producers. Faith of course started to try and hide behind the Camera people and taking a few steps back to be more blended into the crowd

Rose smirked “oh its not like he is going to see you standing in the crowd” she replied back as She went back to cheering as they came out. Faith kinda just tired to blend in and not bring attention to herself. Making sure her sunglasses were firmly in place. Faith hid the best she could till he looked out in the crowd. Even tho the both of them were wearing sunglasses, your eyes connected. You quickly turned your head to look at something else. She could feel his eyes linger at her.

Chris lingered his eye on her, it was the same girl he was with last night. He knew that hair and those lips anywhere. He felt it in his soul. Someone said his name which caught his attempting which made him loose her in the crowd. That could have been because she quickly went and hid behind the building.

Faith took a deep breath as it felt like her heart was in her throat she didn’t know what to do. She went and sat down on the bench that was near by and texted rose her location, and waited for her to come to her. After the ceremony, Rose Found faith and they did the rest of the things tourists do when they are in LA, before going back to the hotel getting their stuff and flying on the plane to the next location in California, this time for Faiths job.

[itsbuckysworld]

HELLO SPRING DAY 5

Pairing: Astronomy Student!Bucky X Psych Major!Reader Category: College AU! Warnings: fluff bomb! Word Count: 2.6K Guest Appearance: very very very briefly Steef Rawgers

i know i said no writing two prompts in one day but im doing so to catch up because as the “host” of this event I feel like I should be up to date. 

I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE!

Day 5: Starry Night, for my Spring Short Story Writing Event

“Sorry!” Someone says, startling you out of your calm state. It’s 9pm and you’re lying on a blanket at the top of a tall hill in the park. The spot you had claimed as yours since the past week, where you come to relax and just breathe after long days. You always had a thing for laying down in the great outdoors to sort of unwind and let your body and mind breathe, and suddenly, there was a slight interruption, a bump of something hard and metallic against your outstretched leg. Opening one eye, clearly annoyed, you look to the intruder.

It’s a guy you’ve never seen before, his sweatpants hanging a little low on his hips and his short hair is messily pulled back as he circles clumsily around you looking up to the sky, bothering only slightly not to run you over with his… whatever he’s carrying. You sit up and notice his equipment, the heavy looking backpack, the small briefcase and the telescope he’s trying his hardest to set up. You deduce that’s what bumped into your leg as the guy continues to ignore your laying frame. He’s wearing glasses and he fixes them rashly, his face clean shaven and young.

You’re about to ask him to leave you alone and tell him this was your spot, as if you could claim a section of the public park, but he doesn’t let you begin when he’s crouching and looking through the lense excitedly, quickly reaching into his bag to take notes.

“Uhh, excuse me?” You start but he’s too busy looking at whatever he’s looking at, squinting through the tiny hole, to even chance a glance at you. In fact he shushes you as he takes his eye off the lease to scribble something hastily.

You give him a glare behind his back and scoot over closer to him “Hello! I was here first!” The guy all but whines. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m trying to work on my thesis”

Thesis? This guy couldn’t be much older than you. What? 23 tops? And he was working on his thesis? You notice all the scattered books that have flown out of his backpack in his frenzy to study the sky. Astronomy, Physics, The universe and us, A brief history of time.

After sitting there confused for a few seconds he finally addresses you, once more apologizing as his fingers maniacally tremble and play with the frames on his face. He’s shy, excitable, and giddy, almost reminds you of a puppy or a toddler, seeing the world for the first time, as he explains he’s an astronomy major, a freshman like you, and since day one he’s decided to study and try to catch patterns in the night sky and stars in a yearly basis, but first he had to find a spot that would allow him so, to sit and examine almost on the daily to grab the correct data. This, the tallest hill of the park – your spot to relax – was it.

“Well –“ you begin, sassily and brushing imaginary dust off your legs – “this was my relaxing spot first” you state matter-of-factly, returning to lay down as if claiming your territory and expecting him to pack up and leave but all he does is stare at you bitting his lip, and then he shrugs with a smile slowly creeping in. “I won’t interrupt you…” he says and you can tell he’s already made up his mind, he’s not leaving your spot. “Would you mind sharing your spot with me every now and then?” And you eye him with one eye open, head resting on the palms of your hands, you sigh closing your eyes and extending one hand towards him. “Y/N” “James”

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“Turn your music down” James, or well, Bucky as you’ve grown to call him over the months, now almost a year, tells you as he squints and spies on the specs of stardust in the dark sky through his telescope. You’re listening to some albums your creative writing teacher recommended for the upcoming months – your favorite elective so far, guaranteed – With a quick roll of your eyes you oblige, ticking the down button on his computer and returning to taking notes on your notebook as you lay on your tummy, using your free hand to push some of your now shorter hair away from your eyes as the breeze fluttered it around. 

“Find any new constellations worth naming after your sister?” “Nope” Bucky chuckles, and reaches to grab a sandwich from the picnic basket you’ve brought for the day without glancing away from the telescope “Not yet… Pass me my B chart?”

You don’t take your eyes away from your book as you reach over to his backpack and pull out a thick roll of paper he’s tried to explain to you over and over but it always goes over your head, every single dot is a star that you can’t place whenever you look up, and you think it’s a superpower of his, how he finds exactly the constellation he’s looking for – In his eyes, your superpower is how you easily know every single song and band from the 70’s.

You continue like this for a little longer, and later when you start to yawn, Bucky is right there with you and you both pack up in complete sync as he finishes his sandwich and sends a text to his roommate, the two of you walking together down a few blocks. His slight stubble and thicker frames adorning his face, different than when you’d first met. “See you tomorrow?” “Can’t, have this event to attend to, extra credit” “Wow, look at you needing extra credit” “Shut up. Friday?” “Sure, your turn to make sandwiches”

And then you go your separate ways.

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“Wait, the box with like... the- the triangle on top?” “Yes! yes! Ok, now now, do you see Cassiopeia?” he leans over you from behind, clapping excitedly. “Now you’re asking for too much” you lean back and sit away from the telescope in a fit of laughter that Bucky joins in. His now long hair is pushed back into a bun, away from his eyes, but a few strands adorn his face, and he’s changed his frames a second time this year, these ones you like way better, not so thick as the ones he used to have last year and not wonky like the ones he just switched out of.

He’s looking at you through them, appreciating how the new glasses are so clean and pristine he can see you perfectly through them and he enjoys the view.

His phone chirps on the blanket you’re both sat on, right next to the familiar picnic basket you’d bought all those years ago. It’s Steve, FaceTiming him. You greet him as well, he’s now your friend too, and you’re trying your best to see if you come up on the video despite it being so dark out. “Oh, you’re in your spot” he says it, almost mockingly, given he’s always found it kinda funny how you’ve both grown to call this your spot. This patch of grass at the park was yours and Bucky’s to keep. “Whatcha need punk?” Bucky doesn’t want him to keep mentioning their spot like that, specially because Steve always does it in this tone that sounds like he’s saying I told you so, you’re blind if you can’t see you’re head over heels for her. 

Bucky doesn’t want to talk about that or bring anything that could indicate to that, certainly not in front of you. “Think you took my car keys, idiot, I’m stranded at the apartment.” Bucky curses under his breath. “They’re at your place” he says looking to you and you shrug, it’s no big deal, you can swing by and get them on your way back, after all, Bucky was done stargazing for the night and you were done Bucky-gazing as well.

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“You nervous?” It’s a chilly spring night when you lay on your back on the red and white checkered blanket, looking at the stars, with Bucky next to you laying in the opposite direction. This time around there’s no telescopes, no mess of notebooks strewn around you, and Bucky just tosses a ball up into the air and back into his hands, over and over as you just take in the night. You can’t remember the last time your spot was used for just relaxing. Surely, it’s happened many times over the course of the years, but these past months were filled with nothing but stress, which is exactly where your question comes from. 

“For my thesis presentation?” He asks, turning slightly to face you. You’re upside down in his eyes but still way too pretty through his contacts – a fact you’re not so happy about him no longer having the dark frames adorning his face, you’d grown quite used to it, but you’re glad he at least chose clear contacts, means his eyes are the same vibrant blue, and he’s kept the beard despite going back to a shorter haircut, which is altogether a nice new look – You nod. “Almost crapping my pants” a nervous chuckle leaving his plump lips, and you laugh wholeheartedly. “You’ve got this in the bag. Been at it since you were a freshmen, if someone knows how the stars dance over new york city on a yearly basis, it’s you” “And you too” “Well I’m flattered you think this silly ol’ psych major has been understanding a single word you’ve said about time and space” this causes him to laugh out loud now, a little more at ease.

The breeze hits your face and you close your eyes, letting it consume you and relax your bones. Bucky can only stare from the corner of his eye. He’s thankful for whatever combination of events lead the both of you here and now, and there’s a smile he can’t contain, suddenly drawing itself on his features.

“That lab internship write back?” You continue with your eyes closed. You hear it in his sigh the answer is no, and your hand blindly but gently reaches over to scratch at his scalp in a soothing way, however you can. He likes it when you do that, really calms him down. “They’re missing out.” There’s a tenderness in your voice as you turn to look at him. You mean it, whoever is not giving him their time of day must be insane. He’s worth his weight in gold and more. “The idiots that refused your proposal last week are missing out too, big time” his hand reaches over to push a strand of hair back from your face and your smile is warm and so is your face and every place his fingers graze, getting a dorky smile out of you. You catch a small glimpse of the star pendant on his bracelet, you’d gifted it to him long ago and he’s had it close ever since.

There’s a silence that envelops the two of you, a kind you’ve experienced before during all those years. Whenever he was deep in thought analyzing bright specs in the sky behind the clouds, or whenever you were reading too intensely into some case study, there was always silence. The kind that screamed how well you two could coexist and be perfectly content with each other.

“Look” you say, and point away from him, up and to the left. “Ursa minor”

Bucky looks and immediately bursts into surprised laughter. “Oh my god! It took me four years but you finally can find Ursa Minor on your own without a telescope!” He’s short of clapping amusedly. You push at him almost making him roll away down the hill some and calling him a jerk as his laughter calms down and he repositions his body to a sitting position. It doesn’t take you long to join him, the both of you facing the rest of the park over your hill

Looking at the time you know it’s late, usually the two of you are packed up by the time midnight rolls around, but just for tonight you’d rather stay and enjoy the company under the bright light of the stars. Bucky points somewhere in the distance, probably another constellation you can’t name, except, because he’s a great teacher – you’ll remind him later that he should look into that teaching position Professor Ruffalo had suggested – you can now recognize some shapes and this is definitely not a constellation he’s told you about before.

He traces the outs of it, just five stars that almost make the shape of a heart if you squint hard enough. “Discovered a new constellation” “Did you now?” You glance at him, taking in his features and how he slowly looks back at you, time seeming like it’s stopped, even though Bucky knows that’s impossible. The pull you have on him is comparable to that of a black hole, except you’re so bright it burns, and it’s continued to burn through the years ever since that day his old telescope almost broke because he was too busy trying to stop you from tripping down the hill, not that it was insanely dangerous, it’s just you were – are – insanely important, and he realized you were it for him. With all the star and space puns you’d googled just for him, and with your crazy theories about people’s minds and your unwavering dedication to everything you did. “… yeah…” came out of him barely above a whisper. He’s been jokingly discovering constellations with you since his sophomore year, and you found it even more charming every time. Lost in his eyes, you’re only slightly aware that you’ve cupped his face in your hand and now the tip of his nose has met the tip of your nose and it’s a nano second before his lips have met yours and you’re melting into him, allowing him to take your breath away, and being hypnotized by his always minty breath.

It takes a lot in him to stop kissing you, but he has to pull back to breathe and make sure it’s all real and not just another dream. He can barely separate from you though, just enough that he can breathe and mutter some words to you, but you’re there, so so close, just how he wants to keep you. He’s tired of looking at stars that are damn far away, so it’s nice to see one so up close. “Would it be too corny if I said I named that new constellation after you” he murmurs, just above a whisper, and you giggle, pressing your forehead to his. “yeah.” And you shrug as if saying you don’t care. “kinda cute tho” “you like cute” it’s more of an affirmation, he knows you too well by now. The two of you basically eskimo kiss through the short hushed conversation. “i love cute” “noted” He’s smiling, breathlessly as he closes the distance and kisses you again and again and again. It makes the spot – your spot – unforgettable, and even more so when a year and a half down the road he’s on one knee right there, promising you the stars as you assure him he’s already given you the whole sky.

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feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged!! I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE HOPE YOU DO TOO. I feel like this could have been a fic, like all the days i skipped? wow. Or their life after they marry? cuteeeee

[daysswithyou]

V. Sungjin - Bet

Characters: Sungjin x You

Genre: enemies to lovers!6

Warning: some cursing and swearing

Credits: @7abshy and @parkjaeins; for helping me figure out how annoying teachers can be

Words: 5k

Description: There is always more than meets the eye

Author’s note: This wraps up the enemies to lovers!6 series :) I hope you’ve enjoyed all 5 of them! 

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I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, shit!

You repeatedly mouthed the words to yourself under your breath as you squeezed past the throng of people crowding the hallways, occasionally throwing an apology across your shoulder if you bumped into someone. Opting to not take the front entrance into the lecture hall, you ran up flights of stairs to reach the back entrance. By the time you reached the top, you were gasping for breath, your thighs were burning and you could feel the first beads of sweat roll down your back. Slipping through the crack of the heavy wooden door, you settled into the closest empty seat, trying to steady your breathing as your pants became too loud within the enclosed space.

Deep breaths Y/N, deep breaths...

You internally heaved a sigh of relief when you saw the empty podium in front, glad that your professor for this class will not have a bad impression of you.

But your relief was short-lived as the booming voice right next to you soon commanded for attention.

“Alright let’s get started, now that the last student is here.”

As he walks down the flight of stairs to reach the podium, it gives you enough time to observe the authoritative figure. His black leather jacket and ripped black jeans made him look exceptionally tough, and you swore you saw some male students flinch when he walked past them. His hair, which was the colour of warm chocolate, was too long and brushed against his eyelids.

He looks like a model that has just stepped out of a Harley Davidson advertisement.

But you mentally berated yourself for the inappropriate thought, and proceeded to haul it out of the window.

When he stepped onto the podium, he surveyed the whole room before starting again.

 “Good morning. My name is Park Sungjin and I’ll be your TA for this semester and for this class.”

 Ah, so this was the legendary Park Sungjin that you had heard so much about during your first semester. He was famous for being the top student of the graduating batch, with an impeccable portfolio to match. Apparently, he’s so good to the point that many companies and graduate schools have offered him a place amongst them. But, he is also notorious for being a tough TA and everyone’s advice was to just stay away from his bad side if you ever had the fortune (or misfortune) of being in his classes.

All you wanted was to pass this class peacefully so you made it your goal to not cross the line.

However, when he opens his mouth to give the next set of instructions, you knew that you were already on the wrong side of the line.

“So now, if you’re ready Ms Y/N, I’ll begin with the introduction on the topic.” Giving you one last hard glance, he turned to face the screen. Everyone else was furiously copying down notes, but not you.

He said my name, he knows who I am. I’ve been singled out.

It felt like someone had just passed you the death sentence.

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A week passed by uneventfully and you tried your best to not attract attention to yourself in class. You were on time, and you were attentive in class. You never gave Sungjin trouble – or Mr Park, as you know him by now. Yet, such tactics did not work on him. You knew that you had his full attention when he stares at you from the front as he is giving lectures, even if you’re sitting in a last row. He’ll always linger a little longer behind you as write answers to the mini quizzes in class. You made the mistake of looking up at him once, and you nearly combusted under his hard gaze. What’s worse is that you can’t decide if he approves or disapproves of your work. Perhaps that was the most agonising part.

Today was no different. After handing up your papers for the quiz to the front, you attempted to slip away with the crowd but you just couldn’t slip past Park Sungjin’s attention.

“Y/N, could I have a word with you?”

You halted in your steps, his monotone voice sending chills down your spine.

Why me…

Squeezing your eyes shut and taking in a shaky breath, you turned around to face him before walking in his direction. Your steps were a little too hesitant and you were obviously clutching onto your bag too tightly because this was the first thing that Sungjin said when you finally stood in front of him.

“You can loosen your grip on your bag strap, your knuckles are turning white.”

“O-o-oh. It’s a habit, sorry.”

“What time do your lessons end today, Y/N?”

“6pm. My last lesson is Introduction to Psychology.”

“Good. Meet me at Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences block, 6.30pm sharp.”

“Yes. Anything else…?”

“That’s all. You may go now.”

Giving Sungjin a curt bow, you scurried out of the lecture hall as fast as you could, dreading the time when you had to see him again.

 6.30pm came too early for your liking, and you soon found yourself face to face with Sungjin once more. A thick stack of papers were sitting by the corner of the table beside him and you knew immediately.

“I’m here to grade papers?”

“More or less; I’ll be giving the final grade and you can help me critique.”

You simply nodded before assuming the seat in front of him.

The next time you looked up, your neck popped up with a loud crack and the clock read 12am. Sungjin kept you thoroughly occupied for the past few hours, papers being presented to you in a systematic manner. You’ve said more words to him a few hours than you’ve said to all your professors combined last semester. While disguised as ‘extra exposure’ for you, deep down you knew that this was Sungjin’s special torture method – and you finally understood what others meant by getting on his bad side.

But the torture didn’t end there.

“Y/N, don’t forget that we have an assignment due the next day. Oh, and don’t be late. See you tomorrow.”

Everything sounds really innocent but you knew what Sungjin really meant was “Don’t mess up tomorrow Y/N.”

You wanted to let out a sigh of frustration but instead you swallowed it and merely replied with a spritely “Yes” before leaving the office.

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And this went on for months. Every single time Sungjin gave your class a quiz, you would find yourself in the conference room with him grading papers; sometimes at the expense of your own work. It gradually extended to grading papers from his other classes, but never once did you complain. You knew better than to argue with teachers, much less Sungjin. Every time he looks at you, your words die in your throat; how on earth were you supposed to hold an argument with him? But, of course, when you were back in the comfort of your dorm, which was when you were cursing and swearing at him. At one point in time, your roommate almost called an exorcist, thoroughly freaked out by the way you were flaying your limbs in the air as you continued screaming in frustration.

Needless to say, the late nights left with less sleep, and little energy to pay attention. You were up till 4am last night (or should you say morning), rushing out assignments due today for 2 different classes. You had burst into Sungjin’s lecture hall a good 20 minutes late but in your state, you didn’t care anymore. As usual, you settled into the closest seat you could find, one hand combing through the tangles in your hair, the other rummaging through your bag for your lesson materials. But you were so thoroughly exhausted that you fell asleep 10 minutes later, you pen stopping midway across your paper.

The next time you regain consciousness was when Sungjin’s voice calling your name rang through the speakers.

“So, Ms Y/N, what do you think of the question I just raised?”

You awoke with a start and you scattered your stationary across the floor in the process. You could hear the whole hall snickering at your blunder; save for the few kids sitting around you that helped you pick up your stray pens.

What was the question even? That was the most urgent question for you to answer. You shot a hard look at Sungjin, one that said, “How dare you call me when I’m in this state because of YOU.”

You were sure that he understood your gaze, but he merely raised an eyebrow, as he always did. It was the one that you recognised as “Go on, I’m waiting for your answer.” You knew that there was no way out of this except to answer his question. Panicking, you stared at the last word you wrote in your notebook before rattling off.

“The most famous poem from the Old English period, widely recognised by most is Beowulf. And for – ”

“Oh Ms Y/N, I didn’t know that Scandinavians spoke Old English in the late 10th century. Clearly, someone needs to keep her eyes and ears open. Also, I asked for your opinion, not of those from the 10th century.”

From beneath his long locks, Sungjin gave you a mischievous glint and smirked at you as the entire hall erupted into raucous laughter. Everyone was laughing, except you. Everyone found this funny, except you. Everyone was in a good mood, but you were livid.

How.fucking.dare.you.Park.fucking.Sungjin. I’m suffering in class now because of all your stupid “extra exposure” work after school. Yet you purposely picked on me to answer your question, knowing full well that I can’t. Why do you like picking on me so much? Why do you like embarrassing me in class so much? WHY PARK SUNGJIN!!!

You might have felt better if you actually said it out loud, but you didn’t. You just kept repeating this thought to yourself like a mantra until the end of the lesson.

It’s ok Y/N, just another 30mins of sitting in this hall and looking at his face. Afterwards you can leave and get yourself some ice cream to make yourself feel better. Yes, that’s right… everything is going to be ok Y/N...

But that day, things were not ok and you left the hall in a foul mood. For the final project of the year, you were paired up with Song Jihyo, the girl in class that was notorious for not doing her work.

Its official, Park Sungjin hates me and wants me to burn in Hell. That day, your whole body ached at the thought of more late nights and instead of eating your ice cream, you remembered hurling it at an innocent, nearby tree.

-

Everything that you thought would happen did happen. It’s as the saying goes, “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.” And in this case, you were helpless against its happening. The only time that you talked to Jihyo was deciding on the thesis and after that, she was virtually uncontactable. You eventually gave up trying to arrange a time to meet to do up the thesis; you merely assigned her parts – which, to be fair, she did do. But they were of such poor quality you ended up deleting most of it and redoing it yourself. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed fresh and you decided to bite the bullet and ask for help.

Lucky for you, Mr Kim was in class today and you immediately ran to him for help.

“Good morning Mr Kim. I have some questions about the final project thesis, is it alright if I ask a few questions?”

“Ah Y/N aren’t you? I’ve heard so much about you from Sungjin! I’ll be glad to help, let me take a look.”

Eagerly, you showed him what you had done so far and when he smiled, you felt a small smile creep onto your face, silently happy that you had gained his approval. But soon, the smile was wiped off your face.

“First of all, an excellent thesis choice, I must say. I remember Sungjin doing something similar for my class 3 years ago, why don’t you ask him for help? He is in a better position to help than I am.”

“Yes sir, I’ll ask Sung- I mean, Mr Park. Yes, I’ll ask Mr Park for advice. Thank you.”

With a light pat on your shoulder, he left you alone and when you turned, you found Park Sungjin standing right in front of you.

“I heard you need help?”

“Yes...” You hated it; you hated having to admit that you needed help from Park Sungjin.

“Hand it over.”

Reluctantly, you passed him your phone and turned to the side, not wanting to see his face further.

When he finally passed back the phone to you, you didn’t feel any more enlightened.

“You can do better than this.”

“What do you mean? That isn’t helpful!”

“That’s all I have to say. You know what to do, so do it.”

“I don’t! I don’t know what to do, which is why I’m asking for help!”

“Then sit down and figure it out.”

So that’s how it’s going to be – you won’t give me a consultation when I need it the most. Fine.

But that was not what you said. You said this instead, “Ok, I’ll figure it out.”

From then onwards, without help from anyone, you trudged through the group thesis yourself. This was on top of the individual thesis that each of you had to prepare for. You were literally typing so much (or rather, punching) your keyboard so hard that one of the keys fell out and you had to send your laptop for repairs. Not only was school draining your sanity, it was also draining your money. Due to the delay in repairing your laptop, you were left with a week to finish half of your thesis.

The outcome: later nights and heavier eye bags. By now, you were too tired to curse and swear at Sungjin for the terrible grouping since it was already taking insane willpower from you to even show up in class. You merely bottled up your indignation, and kept working to avoid thinking about it. After placing the stack of papers in Sungjin’s letter tray, you went back to your dorm and crashed for 12 hours straight.

This signalled the start of your 1 week break, and one week of not seeing Park Sungjin.

Thank goodness.

-

The next time you saw Park Sungjin, you were glad that it was the last time that you would have to see him. After all the torture he had put you through for the past semester, you were glad that you’ll be done with him now.

Yet, as always, Park Sungjin manages to make your life a living hell till the end.

Group Thesis: C

Individual Thesis: E

Overall: D

Comments for Individual Thesis: Clear presentation of key ideas and mostly factually correct. Choice of thesis could be better.

Signed: Park Sungjin

Choice of thesis could be better. Park Sungjin failed me, just because he didn’t like my topic.

You were brought out from your shock by a large shove from behind. Whipping around, you found a smiley Jihyo in front of you and her next words made you want to punch her in her perfect little teeth.

“Thank you for helping me pass the class Y/N! How much did you get?”

Without your consent, she ripped your papers from your hands before handing them back to you with a frown.

“That’s odd; we had the same choice of individual thesis, why did you do worse?” But Jihyo had no time to contemplate on the answer to her question when she was dragged away by her friends to celebrate their good grades.

I can tolerate everything that Park Sungjin has put me through, but not this.

Running up to Sungjin, you stopped him from leaving before asking to see him.

“Do you have time now?”

“Yes. What is this about?”

“This is about my thesis, can we talk somewhere else?”

“Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences building in 10 minutes, I need to talk to Mr Kim first.”

“Ok.”

You were going to clear this once and for all.

-

“So, what is it about your thesis, Y/N?”

“You failed me just because you didn’t like my topic, didn’t you?”

You’ve rehearsed this part many times in your head and this wasn’t how it was supposed to sound like. It was supposed to sound polite and less accusatory, but fuck that. You wanted answers, and if you had to demand it from him, you will.

“Yes, I did. What’s the issue with it?”

“It’s not fair.”

“Nothing is fair in this world Y/N; I thought you’d know that by now.”

“Yes, I do know that. But what you’re doing is not only unfair, but also downright discriminatory.”

“How so?”

“Jihyo told me that we both had the same choice of thesis, and I got and E and she got a B. My grades are clearly a personal attack against my character. You never liked me from the start, I get it. But it’s wrong to simply disregard my entire thesis because you didn’t like the topic! What is wrong with this topic? It’s within the list of topics that you’ve given us, I met the word count, I met deadlines. I did everything!”

“And I’m supposed to give you a A for that?”

"I’m not saying you have to give me an A for it. I'm just trying to prove the fact that – " "A fact is already a fact, you don't have to prove it." "God damn it Sungjin! Would you just lay off me for a second? Would it kill for you to not correct my grammar for once? Would it kill you to not pick on me for one second?" "It's Mr Park, for you. It still is. And no, I won't lay off your grammar – you are an English language major that has taken my class, there is no way that I'm allowing you to continue to speak with bad grammar." "I hate you." "That can technically count as swearing at a teacher. Are you testing my patience?" "No. I'm just saying that it's not fair for you to give me a bad grade just because you did not like my choice of thesis. That's just being biased." "I'm not changing your grade." "I can't fail this module Sungjin! I need to pass this module to go for the Advanced English module. Yes, it's not a perfect thesis but I don't deserve to fail for this!" "Welcome to the real world Y/N." "I hate you Sungjin. I really fucking do." You pick up your bag and slam the door on your way out. That night, for the first time, you cried. And you hated the fact that you were crying over stupid Park Sungjin.

-

The next day, you awoke with puffy eyes but nonetheless, you showed up for lessons. You nearly bumped into Sungjin on your way to Psychology but you immediately detoured. You couldn’t get close to him – you might just punch him and be charged for assaulting a teacher.

That evening, you had just ended lessons when your phone buzzed and Sungjin’s name lit up on your screen.

Mr Park: You have another chance to redo your thesis and not fail the class. Deadline is January 20th, 2 weeks from now. Papers in my tray at 6pm sharp; don’t be late for the submission.

You swiped his notification away quickly, but you remembered the words and that night, you began sourcing for more ideas for your individual thesis.

For the next 3 days, Sungjin just wouldn’t leave you alone. Your phone buzzed with his name every now and then, and he was so distracting that you nearly wanted to block his number.

Mr Park: Are you going to resubmit your thesis?

Mr Park: Have you chosen a thesis yet?

Mr Park: What is your choice of thesis? How many words in?

Mr Park: Do you need help? Just drop me a message; I can help you check your thesis.

Help me with my thesis? Is he playing saint now? As if I’m going to accept help from him.

As you turned your attention back to your screen, you found that a shadow has fallen in front of your laptop. You found yourself staring at a pair of familiar, battered, black Converse and looking up only confirmed your suspicions. The man was here in person – Park Sungjin.

“Why aren’t you replying my messages?”

Why must I hold myself accountable to you? Buzz off.

You continued typing, completely ignoring Sungjin. You heard him sigh before inviting himself to sit in front of you.

“Y/N, what is your thesis? Hey, answer me. I came all the way down here to find you.”

“You came here voluntarily, I didn’t ask for your help. You can leave.”

“You’re still angry at me?”

Of course I am, you asshole. You’re just asking the obvious.

With each thought, you punched the keys on your keyboard harder.

“Stop typing so hard, you’ll spoil your keyboard. Working in spite is not going to produce quality work Y/N.”

Without your consent, he lifted your laptop into the air and onto his lap and scrolled through your entire document for 15 minutes. Passing it back to you with a smile, you stared at him in shock for 5 minutes.

Park Sungjin never smiles; did he just smile at me?

“You did it.”

“What did I do?”

“You figured it out. This was the choice of thesis I wanted you to choose in the very first place. Furthermore, you’ve chosen the correct area to focus on.”

“Thank you… I thought…”

“What did you think about?”

“I thought I might not be on the right track. But your words makes me feel a little more reassured now.”

“Well, I’ll leave you alone now.”

Park Sungjin then took his leave, but he was lying when he said he’ll leave you alone. He never did. Till the submission deadline, he visited you every alternate day.

As expected, you got an A for your individual thesis.

-

When you got an email from Mr Kim saying that he wanted to meet you, you thought you were doomed; most likely a disciplinary case on your head after what you said to Sungjin. But turns out, it was an interview for the Advanced English course, and they passed you immediately. When you walked out of the room still stunned that that you had entered the course of your choice, you found Sungjin waiting outside for you, almost like he knew you were going to be there.

“They passed you didn’t they?”

“Huh?”

Hearing his voice reminded you of what Mr.Kim said to you just now:

“We’ve received high commendations of you, Ms Y/N. All the professors pushed for your recommendation into the course, and Sungjin, especially. He was the first one to mention offering you a place in the course. He spoke of your remarkable working attitude.”

“May I ask something?”

“Yes, anything at all.”

“What exactly did Mr Park say about me?”

“He mentioned that you work well even under immense stress and long hours, catching up really fast even if you fell behind. But, most importantly, he spoke of your willingness to try again after failure. That is the most important quality that we are looking out for: tenacity. We have no doubt that you’ll be a suitable candidate to enter this demanding course. We would love to offer you a place, should you choose to accept.”

“I would love to, thank you. Thank you to the faculty and professors for having me.”

Sungjin hates me, why would be recommend me for the course?

“Follow me.”

Taking him by the wrist, you dragged Sungjin all the way to the bridge in the school park before letting him go.

“What’s with the rush, Y/N?”

Hands on your hips, you turned to face Sungjin with wide eyes, your lips set firmly in a thin line.

“I don’t understand you Sungjin. First, you torture me in lessons by making me so many extra work and now you’re putting in good words for me and recommending me for my dream course? Did you suddenly decide that you like me more now overnight?”

“Ah, so they told you everything I said. Mr Kim promised to not tell, I should have known he wouldn’t keep to it.”

“You’re still not answering my questions.”

“I’m getting there. First of all, that extra work was not torture, they were a test. I loaded you with many things to see how much you can handle before you snapped but thankfully and luckily for me, you never did.”

“I did silently curse and swear at you.”

“That is a given. But you didn’t say it out loud, so it doesn’t count. You’ve proven to – ”

“To be able to work well under immense pressure and long hours.”

“Yes. That is an important quality for taking any Advanced courses. I took the same course with the same professors that you’ll be having so I know how intense it was. I had to put you under pressure to see if my bet was correct.”

“I was your bet?”

“Yes, I was betting on you all along. You have great potential.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh? I thought someone hated me before.”

“Like you said, that was before. I don’t anymore. What you put me through was tough, but they did teach me more about myself and my limits. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now that I’ve managed to help you get a place in your course, I think it’s time to return the favour?”

“What’s your proposal?”

“Come to my graduation ceremony next spring. It’s in April.”

“Ok. That’s all?”

“That’s all for now.”

But when a soft smile lights up Sungjin’s face, you knew there was more in store for the both of you in time to come.

-

April 20th

You had come early to get front row seats and as you watch Sungjin give a speech representing the graduating batch, your heart swells with pride. You’ve seen him work very hard for the past one semester and to see him being handed his graduation certificate made you feel like all his efforts paid off.

You were the last to greet Sungjin because there was simply too many people crowding around him. You watch from afar and you giggle when you see Sungjin frantically asking Kang Younghyun if he’s seen you around. He does this thing where his eyes grow big like saucers, so big that you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You could also hear the fear in his voice – he speaks a little faster and slips into the Busan dialect. So when you greet him by gently tapping him on the shoulder, he whips around so fast the wind nearly knocked you over. But when you see his facial expression melt from one of worry into one of happiness, you nearly melt into a puddle there and then. You’d given anything to see those sparkly eyes and sweet smile.

“Ah finally you’re here Y/N! I saw you in the front row just now but then afterwards I didn’t so I was worried that you left but I haven’t got a photo with you yet. I was so sad  because I haven’t asked you my question yet – ”

“Calm down Sungjin! I’m here now right? Also, happy graduation! I got this for you.”

Proudly, you hold up the bear plushie you had custom made for him, decked out in the exact same graduation gown that he had on right now.

“It looks like you, right? I named him Bang!”

“Why Bang?”

“Because you always say goodbye in a very cute manner and Bang seems like a cute name to capture that cuteness. Also, I gave him eyelashes! When you observe the details, he really looks like you right?”

When Sungjin finally notices the eyelashes, he bursts out laughing and you swore your heart nearly stopped. When he finally stopped laughing and took over the bear from you, he finally remembered the question he wanted to ask you.

“Y/N- ah…”

“Yes?”

“If I ask you out…will you say yes?”

Just to tease him a little, you decided to look up at the sky, and contemplate your answer for a little while.

“I don’t know…maybe?”

“You can’t do this to me! I waited so long to ask you this question!”

“Why did you wait so long then?”

“I had to wait till I graduated. It wouldn’t be right for a teacher to ask his student out right?”

“That’s true…but I still don’t know if I’d go out with you. How about we make a bet?”

“With what?”

“With a coin. You flip a coin and I’ll decide. Which side are you confident of getting?”

“Heads, I always flip a head.”

“Ok, go ahead then. Heads for I’ll go out with Park Sungjin and tails for…”

With utmost concentration, Sungjin flips the coin and slams his palm over it when it lands. Opening his palm, his face immediately becomes crestfallen: staring back at him was a tail.

But you haven’t finished your sentence yet.

“Tails for…I’ll still go out with you anyways!” you said, as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Really? You would?”

“Ask any more questions and I’ll reconsider.”

“Ok, ok I won’t ask any more questions! What do you want to eat?”

“Fried chicken!”

“Oh, I was betting that you’ll say fried chicken!”

“Betting on fried chicken is great Park Sungjin, but I'm betting on something else now.”

Sungjin turns to look at you and he says, "So, what are you betting on now?"

"I'm betting that you'll give me a kiss."

"Really? How are you so sure?"

"I know you Park Sungjin, I know you'll do it. So, am I getting a kiss or not?" 

Without another word, Sungjin closes the space between the both of you, so close that if either moved, your lips would touch. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact, but instead you felt something soft press into your forehead and you immediately smiled. 

"Not where I was expecting, but ok Sungjin."

"I'm saving the best for the last."

"I'm holding you accountable for that statement."

"You can bet your life on it that I'll fulfill it."

Not only was he your best bet, he was your favourite bet too.

[lavenderlattaes]

pretending. | jeon jeongguk

⇒ summary: There are five times that Jeon Jeongguk asks something of Y/L/N Y/N. Sure, he asks her plenty of things on other occasions but there are five big ones he asks of her. Two of these are the following: he asks her to be his best friend, and he asks her to fake date him. Surely the second one doesn’t turn out to be a bad idea, right?

⇒ [high school! au, friends to lovers! au]

⇒ pairing: jeon jeongguk x female reader

⇒ word count: 14k words

⇒ genre: fluff, angst

⇒ warnings: swearing

⇒ note: if you think you’ve read this before then you probably have lol. my weird ass self decided to just combine all three parts into one, long ass post bc I’m crazy so there’s that. oh well. anywaaay. fricking golden maknae gave me a lot of ideas for this one jsjsjsjsj. flashbacks are italicized (save for a few sentences that need that emphasis)! ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy!  ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

The first time Jeon Jeongguk asked something of Y/N Y/L/N was when they were five: he asked her to be his best friend.

It was a sunny morning at the local park in Busan, and although the weather was absolutely perfect for outdoor activities and for having fun, Jeon Jeongguk was not enjoying it at all. His mother had dragged him outside for some supposed fresh air, because he had been cooped up in his room, playing his video games the whole day.

“Eomma! I don’t want this,” the young boy grumbles, folding his arms stubbornly.

His mother sighs, kneeling down in front of him, her hands resting lightly on her son’s shoulders.

“Honey, just try to enjoy the sun for a little bit. We’ll only stay for a few minutes then we can go home. We can stop by the mart for some banana milk,” his mother smiles, and Jungkook’s face lights up at the mention of banana milk. He nods, grinning widely at his mother.

Cupping his face, his mother pulls him in for a forehead kiss just before she stands up. “ Go on, baby. Mommy will wait here,” she tells him as she sits down on the bench in front of the playground.

Little Jungkook nods and dashes straight for the slides. He reaches the sloping structure and heads for the ladder, where a little girl around his age is staring at it with so much intensity, she might as well set it on fire.

“Annyeong, are you going to go up or not?” Jungkook asks her, and she turns to look at him, her pigtails bouncing against her cheeks. She shakes her head and pouts.

“My eomma wanted me to climb up but I don’t want to, I’m scared.” She whispers, turning around to see her mother looking at her from a bench. She turns back to look at Jungkook, gulping.

“I can go first, then I’ll help you climb. It’s not that scary,” Jungkook offers, smiling lightly. She nods, unsure. She steps off to the side and Jungkook climbs up the ladder with ease. Reaching the top, Jungkook turns back around and looks down.

He stretches his hand out for her. “Come on, I’ll pull you up,” he calls from above.

Timidly, the little girl steps towards the ladder, her legs shaking slightly. Her small hands grip the sides and she puts her feet on the first step, her grip tightening around the ladder.

“It’s going to be okay, I’ll catch you. Just look at me, and take it slow.” Jungkook says gently, his hands outstretched in front of her.

She nods and climbs up the next step, her eyes focused on the little boy in front of him, her legs ascending the steps bit by bit. Jungkook smiles and continues to encourage her, giving her words of comfort and motivation. She finally reaches the top, and Jungkook’s hands gently wrap around her wrists, hoisting her up to sit next to him at the top of the slide.

“You were really brave. I’m Jungkook.” The little boy introduces, and the little girl nods.

“Thank you, I’m Y/N.” she replies, flashing him a wide grin.

“Y/N, you’re cool because you climbed the slide even though you were scared. Will you be my best friend?” Jungkook asks Y/N, a hopeful look on his face.

She nods happily, and Jungkook pulls her in for a hug. “Yay! I have a best friend now!” Jungkook cheers, punching his hand in the air.

Giggling, Jungkook and Y/N clasp hands and sit side by side, pushing themselves down the slide.

And on that day, Jeon Jeongguk was glad that his mother brought him to the park. Not only did he get his banana milk, but he also found his best friend, the one person that would stay by his side for the years to come, no matter what.

The second time Jeon Jeongguk asked something of Y/N Y/L/N was when they were juniors in high school: he needed help with a pretty girl.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N I NEED YOUR HELP,” Jungkook shakes his best friend’s arm violently, earning a slap on his hands from the annoyed girl.

“What is it, Kook?” she sighs, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she faces her overly hyped up best friend.

His face is all smiles, Y/N is resisting the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“So, there’s this girl,” Jungkook begins and Y/N groans. “--she’s really pretty and she sits in front of me in Biology. I really want to ask her out this weekend,” Jungkook tells Y/N.

“Has she spoken to you at all?” Y/N asks as they walk to class together since their classrooms were right next to each other for their next classes. Jungkook falters then shakes his head no. Y/N snorts.

“So you’re going to ask her out but you’ve never spoken to her before, this is interesting,” Y/N teases and Jungkook gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

“You wound me, Y/N Y/L/N,” he says, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“Oh, come on, Kookie! You can do better than a pretty girl you’ve never spoken to before,” Y/N shrugs and Jungkook places an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to his side. Out of habit, Y/N leans on him as they walk.

“But I think she’s the one, will you just please help me plan this out?” Jungkook pouts, and Y/N sighs, smiling. She reaches up to pinch his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. After sixth, you good with that?” Y/N asks just as they reach the door to her classroom. Jungkook nods and smiles, ruffling her hair. She rolls her eyes and reaches up to fix her hair.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N. Have fun!” Jungkook says and Y/N smiles, nodding.

“You too,” she calls out and turns around, making her way inside the classroom five minutes before the bell rings. Sitting down on her seat in the middle of the room, at least three girls turn in their seats to look at her. Y/N looks at them expectantly, and the one on her left speaks up first.

“Was that your boyfriend?”

Y/N laughs, and shakes her head. “He’s my best friend.” she answers them and they gasp. “Wow, you’re so lucky. He’s even good looking,” the girl in front of her comments.

Leaning back in her seat, she snorts and says, “Trust me, neither of us are lucky. Fate just decided to throw me into his life for no reason.”

How sure is she about that?

The classes fly by pretty quickly, and soon, Y/N finds herself sitting on a bench by the field, Jungkook lying down on beside her, his head on her lap.

“So what do you want to do? How do you plan on asking her?” Y/N asks him, running her hands through his locks, something he’s always liked. It helps him calm down a lot and he hums in response.

“I don’t really know yet, something simple, I guess.” Jungkook replies. Y/N nods in understanding. “Do something cute, like a little note.” Y/N suggests and Jungkook sits up abruptly.

“That’s it! Y/N, you’re a genius!” Jungkook exclaims, clapping his hands together like a little child. He pulls her in for a hug which she returns.

“I’m so glad my best friend is smart at this sort of stuff.” Jungkook smiles as they pull away. He rests on the bench, looking at Y/N, his bunny smile on his face evident as Y/N shakes her head at him.

“It’s just what girls like, Kook.” Y/N shrugs.

“Still, I’m thankful to have you.” Jungkook says sincerely, and Y/N looks at him, smiling. “Me too.”

“So, how did it go?” Y/N pushes off the wall as she and Jungkook leave the school the following day. Jungkook only clutches the straps of his backpack tighter, looking ahead. Y/N frowns at this and runs ahead of Jungkook, turning around to stand in front of him.

“Hey, what happened?” Y/N asks, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook looks at her hand on his shoulder and sighs.

“She said no.” He replies and looks down.

“Why?” Y/N asks gently. “She thought I was with you, so she said no.” he says sadly. Y/N heart stings a little at his words.

The truth is, Y/N has loved Jungkook for quite sometime now. It was hard not to love him; he was sweet, caring, funny, talented. He was all good things rolled into one. He was patient when he first met Y/N, helping her climb up the ladder of the slide. He made her laugh all the time, especially when she needed someone to cheer her up. He supported her in all the things she liked, even if he found some of it weird or even if he was completely against it, like her love for strawberry milk over banana milk. Jungkook made her happy and he was more than enough for her. But, did Jungkook feel the same way about her? Well, with what he just said, he didn’t.

Y/N swallows the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry. Just, leave it to me, okay? I’ll do something about it, don’t worry.”

Even if it hurt her, it’s okay. If seeing the person she loves happy means not being in the picture, then it’s okay.

The next day, Y/N makes her way over to the girl Jungkook likes, clutching her backpack straps tightly.

“Hey, I’m Y/N,” she begins, extending her hand for her to shake. Mi-Cha looks at her for a bit then slips her hand in Y/N’s.

“Can I help you?” Mi-Cha asks, and Y/N nods.

“Yes, actually. You know Jeon Jeongguk right? The guy that sits behind you in Biology?” Y/N begins and Mi-Cha nods.

“Yes, your boyfriend. He asked me out yesterday but I said no because you were together,” Mi-Cha replies. Y/N laughs lightly and shakes her head. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just my best friend.”

Mi-Cha raises her eyebrows at that. “Really? Everyone says you’re together,” at that, Y/N’s heart clenches; it’s what she wanted too, after all. “No, we’re just really close, but we don’t like each other like that.”

Mi-Cha just nods and Y/N sighs. “He really likes you, Mi-Cha. He was so upset when you turned him down. I just want to see my best friend happy.”

Mi-Cha looks away momentarily, locking eyes with someone and before Y/N could look over to that person, Mi-Cha locks eyes with her again. “Uh, okay?”

Y/N’s heart stops but she smiles. “Really?” Mi-Cha nods and a wide grin stretches across her face. “Thank you! Wow, I didn’t think my plan would work, thank you.” Y/N says genuinely. As much as she was against it, this girl could actually make Jungkook happy and that’s all Y/N ever wanted. Even if it wasn’t her.

“Meet us at the cafe a few blocks away from school around 2 pm? I might have to drag him there because he might not be in the mood,” Y/N rolls her eyes and Mi-Cha giggles. “Sure.”

Y/N bows deeply, thanking Mi-Cha. They exchange goodbyes, and Y/N walks away, her heart feeling both sad and happy at the same time.

“Sometimes, you can be so selfish,” Jungkook complains as Y/N continues to drag him by the arm. Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Sometimes, you have so little faith in the things I do for you,” Y/N shoots back as they near the cafe.

“Why are we even here? You know I have to play my games and you come and ruin my schedule.” He tells Y/N as they stop in front of the cafe. Y/N turns around to look at him, hands on her hips.

“Jeon Jeongguk, do you remember how we met? You didn’t want to leave the house but your mother dragged you outside and you said it ended up being the best day ever. That day is happening again and you better thank me for it.” Y/N tells Jungkook who just sighs, and purses his lips.

“Listen up. We are going inside there, you’re going to stay there and do your magic while I go out shopping. And you’re gonna come home, call me around 9 pm, and call me a blessing from above, do you hear me?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at his best friend but nods nonetheless. Y/N hugs him, her heart aching slightly at what she’ll see, and he returns the hug. Y/N pulls away before it gets worse for her, and pushes the doors open to the cafe.

The little bell above rings, signaling their arrival, and Y/N scans the cafe. Sitting at a little table with her hair covering her face was Mi-Cha. She was on her phone, and Y/N smiles softly. She pulls on Jungkook’s wrist, and they walk over to Mi-Cha.

Behind Y/N, Jungkook’s eyes widen. He quickly fixes his hair and adjusts the glasses he has on. He’s so glad he was already wearing his favorite hoodie on.

“Hey, Mi-Cha!” Y/N greets and Mi-Cha looks up, a smile gracing her features. Y/N feels Jungkook tense up, so she side-steps and lets go of Jungkook.

“Hello, Y/N, Jungkook.” Mi-Cha greets and Jungkook smiles at that. “Hey, Mi-Cha.” he greets smoothly, and Y/N fights the urge to change her plan and drag her best friend out of there. She pulls her phone out to check the time.

“Okay, so I have to do some shopping because I’ve been so stressed. Jungkook you stay here and accompany Mi-Cha.” Y/N says but they’re already talking. Y/N swallows and mutters out a soft ‘bye’ before leaving the cafe.

A couple weeks pass by, and Y/N and Jungkook have been spending less time together. It’s all Y/N’s doing, anyway. She set Jungkook up with Mi-Cha. That very night, Jungkook did call her, help her make her decision about avoiding him. Y/N can remember everything that happened that night, the scene playing in her head over and over like a broken record.

“I’m calling you, just like you told me to,” Jungkook sing songs on the other line, the moment Y/N picks up. A sad smile makes its way to Y/N’s face and she sits up from her lying down position on her bed. She swings her legs over  the edge of her bed.

“Oh, and what else are you going to say again?” Y/N manages to make her voice sound teasing and not hurt and broken like it truly is.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really. You really are a blessing from above. I never thought I’d actually get to spend a day with her, much less call her mine at the end of the day,” Jungkook says happily and Y/N’s heart stops.

Her grip on her phone loosens and she stares off into the distance.

“Uh, Y/N?” Jungkook calls out after a few seconds, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Oh! Sorry, I was busy staring at a post-it on my mirror,” Y/N lies. “What were you saying, Kook?”

“Mi-Cha is my girlfriend already,” Jungkook chirps and Y/N feels the lump growing in her throat. She pushes it down and coughs softly.

“Really?! I’m so happy for you! Congrats, Kook! I knew you could win her over,” Y/N says honestly, gripping her sheets tightly.

“It was because of you, Y/N. Thank you. I owe it all to you.” Jungkook replies sincerely and Y/N’s heart just breaks even more.

“I just want to see you happy, Jungkook. That’s all.” Y/N whispers. They hang up after that. Getting under the covers and wrapping herself tightly in her sheets, the first set of tears fall from Y/N’s eyes. It hurt, so much, because she could clearly tell that Jungkook was happy. It was so evident in his voice that Mi-Cha made him happy. But what truly hurt was that she was already hurting yet Jungkook couldn’t seem to tell. After being best friends for so long, has he not known Y/N so well yet?

She was hiding what she truly felt, after all.

Leaving the room of her last class for the day, Y/N heads off to her locker, feeling drained. She loved studying, she loved learning new things, but it was always pretty tiring. She never minded the tiredness of it all before, because Jungkook was right beside her, whining about the lessons and she would comfort him and help him out with it. But he wasn’t with her, he hasn’t been with her lately.

“Hey, Y/N!” A deep, masculine voice calls out from behind Y/N and she stops in her tracks and turns around. She’s met with the soft, charming eyes of Kim Taehyung, a sweet, charming boy she shared a few classes with. He’s smiling at her, although Y/N thinks he’s looking a bit nervous and unsure.

“Hey, what’s up Tae?” she asks as Taehyung stops in front of her.

“Are you on your way home already?” Taehyung asks her and she nods, adjusting her grip on her backpack.

“I am. Why?” Taehyung scratches and back of his neck nervously. “Um, you’re friends with Jungkook, right? People say you guys are really close and all so I thought you know maybe you’d know what to do--”

“What happened, Taehyung?” Y/N cuts to the chase. He was rambling, and Y/N had a bad feeling.

Tae sighs. “Jungkook’s in the locker room, and he’s throwing a fit. Nobody’s sure what really happened but I think it has something to do with his girlfriend.”

The moment Taehyung mentions ‘his girlfriend’, Y/N dashes off in the direction of the locker rooms, shouting out a “thanks for the info, Tae!”.

Y/N pushes forward, knowing how bad things can get if Jungkook is angry. She sees the boys’ locker room in sight, and she doesn’t stop running until she reaches the door. She’s about to burst through the door but hesitates. She can hear lockers being punched, and things being thrown around. She also hears the sound of a few boys screaming at her best friend, telling him to stop.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Y/N hears her best friend and it prompts her to push the doors open. What she sees inside leaves her shocked. The whole room looks like it was suffering from a super typhoon, and her best friend was the eye of the typhoon. Jungkook is standing in the middle of it all, his face full of rage. Y/N probably would’ve run away if she didn’t know him too well.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” Y/N shouts his full name, and the boys that looked so weak and helpless from the sides whip their heads to look at Y/N. It was clearly written on their faces that they were shocked to see a girl in the locker room, much less scream at the angry teenager who looked just about ready to break someone’s neck in half.

Y/N sighs, and runs over to her best friend. He turns around once he hears Y/N and he frowns deeply.

“What, Y/N?!” He shouts and Y/N rolls her eyes, wrapping her hand around Jungkook’s wrist. She tugs on his arm but he refuses to leave.

Y/N groans and looks back around at Jungkook, a stern look plastered on her usually calm features. “I can’t have you being all stubborn right now, Jungkook. So please, let’s just go.” She removes her hand from his wrist and uses both of her hands to pry open his clenched fist. She intertwines their fingers instead because it always calmed Jungkook. She can feel his tense self slowly melt away, and a small smile makes it way onto her face.

Y/N rubs his hand comfortingly with her thumb as she pulls Jungkook with her. He looks at one of the boys in the room who looks at her like she was some superhero. “I’m so sorry. I’d clean this up but I have to take Kookie home,” Y/N apologizes and the boy just shakes his head, bowing at her.

“It’s fine, we’ll take care of this, thank you.” Y/N smiles gratefully at him. She and Jungkook leave the room and Y/N continues to lead the way, not saying anything. There’s a somewhat awkward but comforting blanket of silence in the air and Y/N prays that they get home soon because she could pretty much die on the spot.

They stop by their lockers, getting the things they need before leaving the school. Their hands are still intertwined and despite the current situation, Y/N’s insides begin to melt and the butterflies in her stomach run wild. Although they’ve been best friends for years and she’s supposed to be used to all the hand holding, she’s not. Especially now that she’s fully acknowledged her feelings for the boy beside her.

They reach Jungkook’s house, and they both kick their shoes off and enter the house. Having done this for years already, when they had a serious issue to attend to, they plaster smiles on their faces and greet Jungkook’s parents before they climb up to his room.

Y/N opens the door for Jungkook ad he walks in. Y/N follows suit and locks the door behind her. They break the cheery exterior they pulled in front of Jungkook’s family the moment the door closes. Jungkook sits on the edge of his bed, his head hung low. Y/N sighs.

“Jungkook, explain.” She says firmly. When she doesn’t get a response a few seconds later, she grows impatient. She frowns and just as she’s about to scold Jungkook for not answering, she hears soft sobs leave Jungkook’s lips. His whole body is shaking softly, and Y/N’s heart breaks at the sight. She bites her lip, regretting her initial actions.

Y/N walks over to kneel in front of Jungkook. Y/N wraps her hands around Jungkook’s wrists and pulls his hands away from his face gently. She shushes him softly, reaching up to wipe the tears from his beautiful face.

“Hey, hey. Kookie, what’s wrong? Can you tell me?” Y/N whispers softly, cupping Jungkook’s face in her hands. Tears continue to stream down Jungkook’s cheeks and Y/N stands up to sit beside Jungkook. She pulls him in for a hug and Jungkook rests his head on her chest, burying his face in her neck.

“I’ll be here, okay? Just, let it all out. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me.” Y/N whispers, rubbing her hands up and down Jungkook’s back. She kisses the top of his head, and tightens her hold on the crying boy.

“Sh-she, c-cheated o-on me…” Jungkook whispers a few seconds later, his voice cracking. Y/N’s blood runs cold.

“She what?” She says quietly, not wanting to shout. “I caught her kissing someone else behind the bleachers,” Jungkook begins and he looks up at Y/N, his eyes glistening with tears. Y/N’s heart is in a million pieces, but she’s just about ready to kill Mi-Cha with her bare hands. “I confronted her right away about it of course, because earlier in the day she told me to meet her there but that’s the sight I’m greeted with? Turns out it was all part of her plan to break up with me, because she never really liked me. She was using me so she and her boyfriend could get back together and it worked. I feel so stupid,” Jungkook grits his teeth as he continues to cry, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N pulls him back into her arms as she continues to whisper words of comfort in his ears. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m sorry I ever set you up with her. I didn’t think it would come to this, I’m so sorry.” Y/N continues to hug her broken best friend, as a million thoughts run through her head. She really should’ve killed Mi-Cha the moment she found out she became Jungkook’s girlfriend. Or at least maybe she should never had set them up in the first place. But she loves Jungkook too much; she didn’t want to see him unhappy at all. Y/N can’t help but blame herself, her best friend instincts weren’t accurate this time. She was always right about everything, this was the first time she failed.

They stayed in that position for a bit longer until they both shift positions. Y/N pulls out her laptop from her backpack and she turns a movie on for them to watch. She walks down to the kitchen to grab some food for them, and she makes small talk with Jungkook’s dad.

“You’re really good for Jungkook, Y/N. I’ve always liked you a lot. I hope you guys end up marrying each other,” Jungkook’s dad says and Y/N blushes. “Oh, um, we aren’t together,” Y/N stutters and his dad laughs.

“Really? Well, I just hope you guys become a thing soon.” he winks at his statement and Y/N laughs awkwardly as she bids him farewell. She ascends up the stairs with a lot of food in her hands. When she walks in, she sees Jungkook engrossed in the film and she smiles. She sits back down beside him and offers him some popcorn. Jungkook pauses the movie after taking some popcorn.

“What’s up?” Y/N asks him and Jungkook looks at her intently.

“I want to get back at Mi-Cha for what she did.” Jungkook says with determination in his voice and Y/N grins.

“Okay, I’m down for that. What’s the plan?”

Jungkook looks unsure for a moment and he bites his lip, closing his eyes. Once he opens them, he’s serious.

The third time Jeon Jeongguk asks something of Y/N Y/L/N:

“Be my girlfriend.”

Y/N blinks at her best friend, shocked at his words. Her mouth hangs open as Jungkook just stares back at her.

“Y/N?” Jungkook calls out slowly, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. “I’m sorry, what?” Y/N focuses on Jungkook who had an expectant look on his face.

“I said, be my girlfriend.” Jungkook repeats each word slowly, hoping his best friend understood what he meant. Y/N swallows deeply, her heart beating rapidly at an average of 500 beats per minute.

“I heard that, yeah. But, why?” Y/N asks, trying to fight the blush creeping up on her cheeks. Jungkook scratches the back of his head and sighs. “I don’t know, I just, you know. Want to get back at Mi-Cha, I suppose.” Y/N frowns lightly.

“And why do I need to be your girlfriend for that?” Y/N asks. She wanted to be his girlfriend, of course she did, but she didn’t understand how it had anything to do with Mi-Cha.

“Do you not want to?” Jungkook asks softly. Y/N’s eyes widen at that. “No, no no! I mean, yes! Wait, no, fuck, I mean, yes! I mean, I want to, but I don’t…get it?” Y/N manages to blurt out, blushing bright red. Jungkook’s eyes widen too and he blushes.

“I was kind of hoping you’d pretend to be my fake girlfriend, and we’ll make Mi-Cha jealous and all that,” Jungkook explains. Oh. It’s still about Mi-Cha. Y/N nods in understanding. Biting her lip, Y/N gets lost in her thoughts as Jungkook looks at her, patiently waiting for an answer. Y/N always thought things through, that’s why Jungkook trusts her with everything, especially when it came to decision making.

Did she want to be Jungkook’s girlfriend? Of course. Even if it was all play pretend? Yes. Would she get hurt in the end? She probably would. But will she still go through with it? Yes. Why? She loves Jungkook. It’s always been that simple.

“Okay.” Y/N says after a while, looking at Jungkook. Jungkook sits up straighter. “Wait, really?” he asks, a smile forming on his face. Y/N can hear her brain reprimanding her heart but she brushes it off. A smile makes its way onto her face too, as she nods at him. “Yeah, sure. I’m your right hand man, Kooks. I’m here to support you through everything, remember? As long as it’s legal, I’m perfectly okay with it.”

Jungkook grins widely, pulling Y/N in for a tight hug. “Thank you, Y/N! You’re the best,” he says when they pull away. Y/N’s heart continues to beat rapidly and she just gives him a close-lipped smile.

Well, here it goes.

A week later, Y/N is at her locker, organizing her things for her first class when Jungkook pops up beside her, an adorable bunny smile on his face. They decided to start their ‘relationship’ a few days after Jungkook broke up with Mi-Cha so things wouldn’t seem so controversial.

Y/N hugs her things to her chest as she closes her locker. A smile makes its way to her face as she turns to her best friend, er, boyfriend. “Annyeong, Jeon Jeongguk.” she greets him, bowing lightly as they laugh. They walk to their first class, since their classrooms were, again, right beside each other.

“So, how do we do this shit?” Y/N leans in closer and Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t really think things through. Maybe we can only do the couple things when Mi-Cha’s around,” Y/N nods as they near Y/N’s classroom. They had ten minutes to spare, so Y/N leans on the wall beside the door as Jungkook stands in front of her.

“I’m not entirely sure about your plan, but I’ll still go with it, just because.” Y/N shrugs and Jungkook smiles gratefully. Y/N looks down at her phone to see an incoming call from her Mom.

“Hey, wait a bit, Kooks. Mom’s --” Y/N stops when she feels soft lips kiss her forehead gently, her phone long forgotten. She closes her eyes, a bright blush spreading across her cheeks. She then feels Jungkook’s hand take her hand into his own as his lips leave her forehead. His lips on her forehead are replaced soon with his own. Y/N opens her eyes and sees Jungkook looking intently at her. “She’s watching,” Jungkook whispers and Y/N squeezes his hand in response. They stay like that for a little longer before Jungkook kisses Y/N’s nose lightly.

He stands up to his normal height, his hand still holding Y/N’s. “Come on, class is starting soon.” Y/N nods and Jungkook ruffles her hair gently as they stand in front of the door to the classroom. “I’ll see you later, bub. Bye,” Jungkook bids Y/N good bye, squeezing her hand softly before walking away. “Bye,” Y/N manages to say, still in shock after the forehead kiss. She turns around and walks inside the classroom to see her girl classmates looking at her like she just won the lottery.

Y/N makes her way to her seat awkwardly, her classmates eagerly leaning in their seats as they look at her. “I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend!” “You guys look so cute together, I’m gushing!” “What’s his name?” They all bombard her with questions and Y/N just sits in her seat, squirming. “Um--” she’s cut off when the door opens and the girls gape, causing her to turn around. It’s Jungkook, walking over to her, smiling. Y/N’s heart beats faster; Jungkook has never smiled at her like that before.

“Hey,” Y/N begins when Jungkook is standing beside her chair. She stands up and she can feel the eyes of her classmates on the back of her head. “Hey, bub. You forgot something,” Jungkook states, and Y/N looks at him confused. “Forgot what?” she asks him. Jungkook tilts his head cheekily, winking at Y/N as she laughs, kind of lost. “You forgot my good bye kiss. I gave you one, so give me mine.” Jungkook smirks and Y/N can hear her classmates giggling and squealing in the background. Y/N rolls her eyes, trying to mask the blush spreading across the apples of her cheeks. She places her hands gently on Jungkook’s shoulder as she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek. Just before her lips could land on his cheek, he turns his head swiftly, and Y/N’s lips land on Jungkook’s soft ones. Her eyes widen as they pull away, Jungkook grinning from ear to ear. “That’s more like it. See you later, princess!” Jungkook makes his way out the door as Y/N stares after him dumbfounded.

That was her first kiss. And it was with the boy she loved, even though he doesn’t know that.

After that encounter, word spread around the school really fast; everyone was talking about Y/N and Jungkook, the best friends that became lovers. Everyone claims that Jungkook broke up with Mi-Cha after he found out about her true intentions and realized he loved Y/N all this time. It was true, except for the part where he loves Y/N.

“So, I’ve got no quizzes and no assignments to turn in for tomorrow. What do you wanna do today?” Y/N asks as Jungkook swings their intertwined hands lightly, making their way outside the school gates. Jungkook purses his lips, deep in thought. Suddenly, his face lights up. “Let’s go get some ice cream!” He tugs on Y/N’s hand as he leads her to their favorite ice cream shop.

Along the way, Y/N can’t help but look down at their hands. Even when they were already outside school, Jungkook was still on boyfriend mode. It was probably because they might see people from school in public so Jungkook was just taking precautionary measures. Y/N dismissed that thought, but then recently, when they had alone time at Y/N��s or Jungkook’s house, he was more affectionate with her than before. Y/N’s brain was saying that Jungkook just got used to how they acted in public that he sometimes forgets to drop the act. But her heart keeps telling her that Jungkook’s starting to develop feelings for her.

They reach the ice cream shop and Jungkook pushes the door open for Y/N. She smiles, rolling her eyes as she walks in. It was still so hard to get used to Jungkook being so sweet to her even though they’ve been pretending for a month already. They make their way to the counter, Jungkook bouncing on the heels of his feet lightly. “Hi, hyung. We’ll have our usual please,” Jungkook tells Hoseok who was managing the counter. The older boy grins as he punches their orders in. “Jungkook-ah, you didn’t tell me you and Y/N were already together,” Hoseok comments as he starts scooping their ice creams.

Jungkook rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly as he chuckles. “Sorry, I guess I just never got around to telling you,” he tells Hoseok who winks at Y/N knowingly when he hands them their ice creams. Y/N groans inwardly. Was it that obvious?

They don’t stay at the shop and instead opt for taking the long way home, something they did when they wanted to spend more time together or if they were avoiding something back at home. Licking her ice cream, Y/N strikes up a conversation. “So, any updates on Mi-Cha?” Jungkook shrugs in response, finishing the rest of his ice cream. He grabs Y/N’s free hand as they walk down the quiet streets. “People are saying that she’s regretting ever playing with me, but I don’t know if it’s true. I want her to tell me personally.” Y/N nods in understanding, all her attention focused on their hands.

Jungkook comes to an abrupt stop, making Y/N look up at him. “What is it?” Jungkook licks his lips, something he did when he was trying to get words out but found it hard to. “Um…” Y/N smiles gently. “Come on, Kook. What’s up?” “Are you okay with this?” Jungkook blurts out, making Y/N look at him confused. “Okay with what?” Jungkook hesitates before replying, “You know, the whole fake dating thing. Is it bothering you?” Y/N shakes her head, making Jungkook visibly relax. “It’s nothing, Kookie. I’m your best friend, and I want to help you whenever I can, however I can.” Y/N replies, her own words piercing through her heart.

Jungkook smiles. He steps closer to Y/N, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. He leans down to Y/N’s height, their noses touching, their eyes not breaking contact. Y/N’s heart picks up its pace and she has to refrain from dying right there and then. Jungkook inches closer, and closer, and just when Y/N thinks he’s going to kiss her, he swoops down lower and licks her ice cream, running away after. Y/N gasps and looks at her ice cream-- the ice cream cone that was left before she screams.

“JEON JEONGGUK!”

“Jimin, I swear, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I might combust and die right on the spot,” Y/N sighs, looking at her locker that was buried underneath a colorful layer of bright neon post-it notes from Jungkook. It’s supposedly the “monthsary” of their third month together, and Jungkook was being absolutely extra about this whole fake relationship thing.

“Oh please, you love it.” Jimin grins at Y/N. Jimin was a close friend, and he and Y/N shared a few classes since freshman year. He was the only one Y/N told about the fake relationship, because aside from the fact that he was her only other friend besides Jungkook if you cut Taehyung out of the picture, Y/N trusted Jimin to keep her secret. She kept Jimin’s secret too, so they were equal. Y/N shakes her head, smiling at Jimin who had a knowing look on his face. Her eyes turn back to the post-it and she smiles softly.

“Hi, you’re amazing” “You always brighten my day” “I better call NASA to confirm; they said the sun was 149.6 billion meters away from the earth but you’re right beside me” “Thank you for everything, from the friendship to the love” “Never ever forget how much you mean to me” “You’re my everything, I love you”

It was all so cheesy, Y/N would’ve vomited if it wasn’t Jungkook. Just as Y/N opens her mouth to say something to Jimin, she feels a pair of familiar, strong arms wound around her waist tightly. Jungkook’s scent fills her nose and she bites back a smile. “Hello, Jeon.” She acknowledges him, and Jungkook kisses her temple softly. “Happy third, Y/N.” Jungkook grins at Jimin who was looking at them, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, Jiminie.” “Hey, Jungkook. I see you went all out,” Jimin comments, letting his eyes wander to Y/N’s locker and Jungkook smiles brightly. “Of course, I had to! Anything for my queen,” Jungkook replies as he kisses the crown of Y/N’s head. “Did you like it?” Jungkook whispers in Y/N’s ear and having known him for years, Y/N can sense his…nervousness?

Turning around in his embrace, Y/N cups his cheeks and kisses his nose softly. He scrunches up his face, laughing. “I did. Thank you for this,” Y/N tells him, rubbing her thumbs across his smiling cheeks softly. Jungkook leans down to press a soft, sweet kiss to her lips, and Y/N has to control the butterflies running wild in her stomach as she responds to the kiss. Jungkook pushes her so she’s resting her back on her locker. Y/N’s hands rest on his shoulders. There wasn’t anything explicit about the kiss; it was pure and innocent and Y/N thinks she loves it better than a kiss with tongue. This one held love, not lust.

Pulling away from the kiss, they both had grins on their faces. Jungkook’s face grows serious, and he licks his lips. “Y/N, I--” “Jungkook, can I talk to you?” a feminine voice from behind Jungkook interrupts him and he turns around, coming face to face with the reason this all started, Mi-Cha. “Uh…” Jungkook trails off as he turns back to look at Y/N who had an unreadable expression on her face. “It’s important.” Mi-Cha says, her voice firm and her hands on her hips. Jungkook sighs and removes his hands from Y/N’s waist. Y/N wraps her hand around Jungkook’s wrist. “It’s cool, Kookie. I’ll go look for Jimin. Just meet up with us at our usual spot, okay?” Jungkook nods reluctantly and Y/N stands up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Turning around, he sees Mi-Cha looking at him impatiently. He groans inwardly, and trudges behind her. Looking back at Y/N, she smiles at him before turning around to look for Jimin, who disappeared sometime during their intimate moment together. Jungkook follows Mi-Cha outside the school buildings and she leads him to the bleachers. Jungkook wants to laugh; the last time Mi-Cha brought him to the bleachers, she broke up with him. What does she want now?

They stop in the very spot where they broke up, and Mi-Cha turns around. She crosses her arms and glares at Jungkook. “You and Y/N can drop the act now, Jungkook. It’s not working.” Jungkook looks at her, confused. “What are you talking about?” “You’re obviously trying to make me jealous, Jungkook. I know how boys play this game.” Mi-Cha say, her statement immediately pissing Jungkook off. “Well, you thought wrong, Mi-Cha. And while you’ve probably done this shit a hundred times and gotten the same result from the previous guys you’ve dated, exclude me. I’m not one of them,” Jungkook shoots back, rolling his eyes.

Mi-Cha stomps her foot, her face growing red by the second. “You don’t even like Y/N! You like girls like me, Y/N is too plain and ordinary, she isn’t even beautiful! She can’t even reach up to be half the person I am!” If her previous statement pissed him off, this one infuriated him. “Why do you care?! Listen here, Mi-Cha and listen well because I’m not going to repeat just because you’re too deaf and too stupid to understand. I didn’t date Y/N because I wanted to make you jealous; I dated her because she’s so much better than you in so many fucking ways. She’s sweet, nice, gentle, smart, selfless and she will never be like you--a self-centered, egotistical bitch who only cares about her looks and how many boys she got to date. And she isn’t beautiful like you because her beauty isn’t earthly like yours, it’s ethereal and maybe your dumb brain doesn’t know what that means but I don’t fucking care. And you’re right, I don’t like her because I love her. And if you don’t have anything better to say about us, you can go get your fucking spoon of shut the fuck up.” Jungkook finishes in a rage, walking away from the bleachers, and an embarrassed Mi-Cha.

Jungkook’s hands clench into fists tightly as he quickly makes his way inside the school. His own words ring in his ears over and over again, making his movements slow down a bit. And you’re right, I don’t like her because I love her.

Jungkook didn’t realize it at first; how his world seemed brighter when Y/N was around, how he always yearned for her company, how he craved her kisses and her hugs, how he simply needed her. Y/N made everything beautiful, she made everything better. And Jungkook thinks that he’s stupid to not have how noticed before how his very own best friend was absolute perfection. It took Mi-Cha’s pathetic insults for Jungkook to realize he actually loves his best friend.

“Jungkook!” Jungkook’s head snaps up when he sees her running up to him. He stops when she reaches him. Y/N immediately cups his cheeks, forcing him to look into her beautiful eyes.

“What happened? What did Mi-Cha say? People were saying that you screamed at each other. Are you okay?” Y/N asks worriedly. Jungkook doesn’t say anything, only grabbing Y/N’s hand as he leads her upstairs to the rooftop.

Jungkook storms to the far end of the rooftop, leading Y/N along. He sighs, closing his eyes as he leans against the wall of the rooftop, letting go of Y/N’s hand weakly.

Y/N’s heart aches for her best friend, watching the way he’s slumped on wall, he looks so sad. “Hey, what happened? You know you can tell me right?” Y/N begins gently, latching her soft hand on Jungkook’s wrist, tugging on it so he would face her. Jungkook obliges weakly, his eyes looking down on the ground. Y/N lets go of his wrist, and steps closer to him. She gently cups Jungkook’s chin in her hands, bringing it up to face him. They’re face to face but Jungkook’s eyes are still trained on his shoes. Y/N rubs her thumbs on his cheekbones gently, hoping it would get his attention like it always has.

And it did. Looking up at Y/N’s eyes, Jungkook bites lower his lip softly. “Hey, Guk. Will you please talk to me?” Jungkook sighs. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it, okay? Did she want to get back with you? If so, then I guess we’ll have to--” “She said we were fake dating,” Jungkook cuts Y/N off, because he didn’t want to hear her say that she would be okay with ending things and because he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Y/N pauses. “Um, well, I guess we kind of are?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “That’s besides the point. The thing is, she said some things about you, things I couldn’t bear to hear. Mi-Cha said you were too plain and ordinary, she said you weren’t even beautiful, that you can’t even reach up to be half the person she was.” Jungkook repeats what Mi-Cha had said, word for word. Her words had kept repeating in his head over and over again like a broken record. Y/N bit her lip. Removing her hands from Jungkook’s chin, she rubs her arms gently.

“It’s okay, some of what she said was true anyway. I’m too plain, too boring, I’m not even pretty,” Y/N tears her eyes away from Jungkook’s, making Jungkook’s heart ache. The girl he loves thought she wasn’t beautiful, she thought she wasn’t half the person he used to like, but boy was she wrong.

Jungkook immediately cups Y/N’s face in his hands, making her face him. His action catches her off guard as she stumbles lightly and Jungkook’s left hand leaves Y/N’s face to wrap around her waist, steadying her. “Y/L/N Y/N, listen to me. You’re not all those things Mi-Cha said, okay? And she knows that too, I shouted it all at her. You’re sweet, nice, gentle, smart, selfless and everything she’s not. You’re an amazing person, Y/N. You’re perfect and I don’t want you ever thinking that you’re not.” Jungkook says all this, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, his grip on her waist not loosening.

Y/N’s breath catches in her throat, her heartbeat quickening its pace. Jungkook seems to realize all that he’s said too, and his own heartbeat quickens its pace. When he feels his cheeks start to burn up, he pulls Y/N in closer and presses a sweet kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes. He feels Y/N’s hands wrap around his wrists and he can feel her visibly relax.

“Thank you, Kookie. For everything. I’m so lucky to have you.” Y/N whispers softly. Jungkook smiles. “Of course, Y/N. And thank you, too.” He pulls her in for a hug and Jungkook can feel her smile. He closes his eyes, hugging her tightly.

Later that night, Jungkook’s phone rings. He tears his eyes away from the framed photo of him and Y/N resting on his desk and grabs his phone from the bedside. He unlocks it to see a text from the girl.

He smiles then puts his phone back down. Looking up at the ceiling, Jungkook can’t help but let his thoughts drift to Y/N and everything about her; her smile, her giggle, the way her eyes lit up whenever they buy ice cream, literally everything about her makes Jungkook’s heart warm up. Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. His best friend had always been like this, so why hasn’t he fallen for her before? Maybe it was because he refused to see her in another light and possibly risk their friendship. Maybe it was because he was always too blind to see that she was right there beside him, always looking for someone else.

Whatever it was, Jungkook doesn’t care anymore. All her cares right now is that he really, truly, loves Y/N and he’s determined to let her know that. Because she deserves to know that, and he wants her to know that.

Jungkook falls asleep a few hours later, simply because he couldn’t stop thinking about the hundreds of thousands of ways on how he’s going to tell Y/N that he loves her. Yet, even though he falls asleep early into the morning, he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

“Where is he?” Y/N whispers to herself, clutching her books to her chest, Y/N scans the sea of students in the hallway. It’s almost 8 o’clock, but Y/N can’t see Jungkook anywhere. He was supposed to walk her to class but he was still nowhere to be found. Y/N sighs and adjusts the backpack resting on her shoulders as she makes her way to class alone.

“Hey, Y/N. Where’s Jungkook?” Jimin falls in step with Y/N as she walks the last few steps to her classroom. Y/N looks at Jimin and shrugs. “I don’t actually know, Chim. He’s not answering any of my texts or calls.” Jimin smiles and places a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder as they stand outside her room. “I think he’s just running a bit late. Don’t worry too much, okay? You’ll see him at lunch.” Y/N smiles gratefully at Jimin who squeezes her hand in return as they part ways.

Walking outside of her last class for the morning, Y/N sighs, her backpack and stuff weighing down her already drained self. She definitely needs some banana milk and cookies n’ cream ice cream. She looks up to look for Jungkook but doesn’t see him anywhere. Biting her lip, she takes the route going to her locker, deciding to just drop some books off before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Jungkook wasn’t there to carry her stuff and it was super heavy.

“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” Y/N hears a deep voice and when she turns around, a smile graces her features. “Tae! Hey, what’s up?” She waits for the sweet boy to catch up to her. “Nothing, it’s just been a while,” Taehyung replies as he reaches her. Y/N smiles. “Hey, let me carry those for you, they seem heavy,” Taehyung reaches for the books in Y/N’s arms and although Y/N wants to refuse, she’s too hungry and tired to say otherwise.

“Thanks, I would’ve refused but I’m super hungry and tired,” she laughs and Tae laughs along. “That’s okay. I just wanted to catch up with you, we haven’t really had the time to talk during class,” he replies as they walk to Y/N’s locker. Y/N nods in agreement. “Yeah, and Jungkook’s always sticking to me,” Y/N giggles, blushing. Taehyung gives her his boxy smile, “You guys are absolutely adorable. The whole school loves you. You looked better than when Jungkook was dating Mi-Cha.” Y/N gently pushes Taehyung, flustered by his comment. “Stoooooop, you’re making me all giggly and flustered,” Y/N whines. “Aw, come on, Y/N. You have to admit, you guys are the power couple of the school,” Tae tells her as she laughs, burying her face in her hands. “Oh, speaking of which, I see your man,” Taehyung teases and Y/N looks up to see Jungkook standing a few meters away from them, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Kookie!” Y/N smiles at him, waving. Y/N and Tae walk closer as Jungkook starts walking too. Just as he’s within reach, instead of getting the usual forehead kiss from him, Jungkook brushes past them coldly. Y/N and Taehyung stop walking. “What’s up with him?” Taehyung asks innocently as Y/N feels her heart break. She turns to Taehyung, biting her lip. “Can I leave my books with you for now? I need to go talk to him,” Y/N glances at Jungkook’s figure, watching him make his way up to the rooftop. Taehyung smiles in understanding. “Sure thing, Y/N. I’ll be at the cafeteria,” he replies and Y/N bows lightly, running up to the rooftop.

She pushes the doors to the rooftop open, and looks around the area. Her eyes land on the exact spot where they were yesterday. Jungkook’s back is facing her, and he’s taking deep breaths. Y/N bites her lip as she slowly makes her way to Jungkook. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” His answer is cold and short. “Really? Doesn’t sound like it,” Y/N presses gently. Jungkook whips around to face her and she stumbles back lightly. “Who was that guy?” Jungkook interrogates and Y/N frowns.

“What do you mean? Who are you talking about, Jungkook? Is it Taehyung? I thought you knew him, he’s my friend,” Y/N replies, confused. “Well, I don’t. I only know about Jimin,” Jungkook says stubbornly.

“What’s wrong with Taehyung? We share one class together, am I not allowed to have other friends besides you and Jimin?” Y/N’s starting to get annoyed with the whole thing, it was getting stupid.

“Are you sure he’s really just a friend? It doesn’t look like that at all,” Jungkook shoots back and Y/N runs a hand through her hair, frustrated. “Yes! What’s so bad about Taehyung anyway? Do you have a problem with him?” Y/N asks Jungkook, who already had his arms folded in front of him.

“Everything! It’s clear to see that he likes you! How can you not see that?” Jungkook groans and Y/N is definitely pissed at this point. “That’s because he doesn’t like me! Jungkook, you’re being delusional! Taehyung only sees me as a friend, okay?” Y/N shouts.

Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t care, I want you to stay away from him,” he orders and Y/N scoffs. “ I’m not going to do that. You can’t tell me who to hang out with and who not to hang out with,” Y/N folds her arms stubbornly, glaring at Jungkook.

“Yes, I can, I’m your boyfriend!” Jungkook shouts pissing Y/N even more. At this point, Y/N doesn’t care about what she’s going to say next. She’s beyond pissed now. “Um, correction, Jeon Jeongguk. You’re my fake boyfriend. We’re only in this shit because you wanted to get back at Mi-Cha, okay? So don’t order me around because you don’t own me and all of this? It’s fake.” Y/N spits angrily.

Jungkook’s mouth forms a small ‘o’, and his heart drops. His glare morphs into a sad expression and it’s then that Y/N realizes she’s made a big, fucking mistake. He looks down, and chuckles sadly.

“Oh, shit, no, Jungkook, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so sor--” Y/N stutters and Jungkook looks up, cutting her off. His eyes are glistening lightly and a sad smile has made its way onto his face.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re just fake dating, we’re just a fake couple,” Jungkook begins, looking away momentarily. “but,” he whispers, his eyes drifting back to Y/N’s, “none of what I feel for you is fake. I’ve realized that all this time, I loved you. I realized that I truly love you and all those things I said and did were real. And it fucking sucks that it took fake dating you to realize that you were all that I ever wanted and needed. It’s sad that I realized I only loved you when I fake dated you. Maybe fake dating you wasn’t such a good idea.”

As he said those words, his eyes never left Y/N’s letting her know he meant every word. Y/N’s heart drops and a huge lump forms in her throat. Jungkook looks down and closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. When he looks back up, the look on his face sends shivers running down Y/N’s spine. It was a look that Y/N knew all too well, and it was scaring her.

The fourth time Jeon Jeongguk asks something of Y/L/N Y/N:

“Maybe it’s better if we ended this and never spoke to each other again.”

“Maybe it’s better if we ended this and never spoke to each other again.”

The scene keeps on repeating itself over and over in her head so much that if Y/N was so good at animation, she would’ve been able to make a short movie out of it.

She remembers everything so perfectly; the way Jungkook said those words-- his tone made it seem so final, the way she bit her lip to prevent the tears from falling as she nods her head weakly, turning around to hide the first batch of tears that fell from her eyes as she walks away. She remembers how she didn’t at least fight for him, she remembers how she didn’t try to work things out, because gosh, he’s her best friend, and the thought of losing him was enough to make her world shatter and fall apart.

But above all, she remembers how she didn’t tell him that she loves him too. That she always has, way before he did.

Y/N can’t help but think how things would have gone if only she’d told him she loved him too. She can’t help but think that maybe she should’ve fought for him. Would things have been different if she didn’t let her anger rule over her love for him? Or would it still have been the same because Jungkook was hurt?

“Hey, how are you?” Y/N is snapped back to reality, and she feels a gentle hand on her elbow. She looks to the side and is met with the concerned eyes of Park Jimin. He’s smiling sympathetically at her and Y/N wants to just cry in Jimin’s arms and binge watch on movies all day with him, eating tubs and tubs of ice cream. But she can’t do that, now can she?

Instead of telling her friend the truth, she smiles softly. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Jimin sighs as he links arms with Y/N, guiding her to their usual spot under the trees by the soccer field. “I’m your friend, Y/N. I want to try to be there for you whenever I can, I want you to share your pains and burdens with me,” Jimin tells her as they sit down. Y/N looks at Jimin who had a sad smile on his face.

Y/N can feel the lump growing in her throat and she swallows deeply to force it back down. “I can’t help but wish for things to have gone differently, Chim. I love him, so why couldn’t I tell him that? Did it even matter that he accused Taehyung of having feelings for me? The bottom line was that he felt the same way and I should’ve just told him the truth. I-I…I miss h-him, so much, and it sucks because it’s only been two days since it happened. I…I c-can’t live…without…him,” Y/N finishes, her voice barely above a whisper as tears stream down her face.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jimin whispers, pulling his friend in for a hug as he rubs her back comfortingly. “It’s okay, just, cry it all out, okay? Everything will work out in the end. You both just need some time, that’s all.” Y/N pulls away weakly to look at Jimin and the boy’s heart breaks at the sight of his friend in her broken state. “I hope so, Chim. I really hope so,” Y/N replies as she wipes her tears away.

A week after Y/N and Jungkook broke up, word spread fast around the school. It shocked everyone, because Y/N and Jungkook were a power couple. They were everybody’s OTP. They never seemed to have any problems at all, and everyone could see how they were so smitten for each other. It was even more shocking to them considering that only a week ago, Y/N and Jungkook had celebrated their third month together.

Of course, with news, there will always be rumors. Rumors about why they broke up and who broke it off started to make their way to everyone. Some of them said it was Y/N because of the argument that occurred between Mi-Cha and Jungkook. The others claimed they realized they were better off as friends. But the majority wanted to believe that Y/N cheated on Jungkook, just like Mi-Cha. And like always, the majority wins.

Everywhere Y/N went, people were whispering about her. They pitied Jungkook and chose to attack Y/N. In her opinion, they really should attack her because it was her fault, but Jimin kept on insisting that she did nothing wrong. Sweet Jimin, always trying to make me feel better, Y/N thought.

“Look at her, how could she still be here after all that she’s done to him?” “Jungkook was too sweet and nice to her, she doesn’t deserve it” “If I were in her shoes I would never hurt him” “Gosh, she’s just like Mi-Cha” “I feel so bad for Jungkook, he always dates the wrong girls for him” “If I dated him, he wouldn’t go through any of this at all” “She’s not even pretty, who does she think she is, cheating on Jeon Jeongguk, of all people?”

Y/N bites her lip as she grips onto her backpack straps tightly, trying her best not to let her emotions show. She looks up and sees Jungkook and they lock eyes. Y/N soon realizes what she did and tears her eyes away from Jungkook’s, looking down as she continues her walk to her class. Jungkook watches her go, and sighs, looking ahead of him as he continues to walk to the lockers.

On his way, he hears what everyone’s been saying about Y/N and his heart breaks. How could they say all those things about her? She doesn’t deserve any of what they were saying about her. Jungkook almost comes to her defense but then realizes that they’re not together anymore. He opens his locker to get his things for his next class when a bright pink post-it note falls from the top of one of his books and down to the floor. Confused, Jungkook bends down to pick it up. His eyes scan the words over and over and his heart clenches when his brain fully processes the words. It was a note he wrote on the day they broke up, the day he was supposed to tell her he loved her.

“I love you, for real.” It had read. Suddenly, Jungkook doesn’t feel like going to class anymore.

The hallways start to clear up, and Jungkook closes his locker shut, adjusting his backpack on his back. He then makes his way up to the rooftop to clear his mind. Pushing the doors open, Jungkook walks to the spot where he and Y/N last talked, and his feet seem to be slowing down once he hears soft cries. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he rounds the corner quietly and sees Y/N.

Her hair was blowing in the wind, her arms were resting on the wall, her head down. Soft sniffles were heard from her, and Jungkook wants so badly to run up to her and pull her into his arms. He wants to bury her in his chest, whisper sweet nothings in her ear, kiss her tears away.

He wants to, but he can’t. No, he wants to, but he doesn’t. His pride and stubbornness get the best of him and he stays rooted in his spot. He watches as Y/N wipes her tears away and runs a hand through her hair. She turns around and Jungkook hides himself from her sight. Y/N swallows deeply, and as she makes her way to the doors her phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket to answer the call.

“Hey, Jimin…yeah, I’m up here…what? No, I didn’t cry…I promise, I just came here to get some air…don’t worry about me, we’re supposed to only worry about what movies we’ll watch later while we do our project, remember?…okay fine, pizza’s on me…I’ll see you in class, I’m going down now, bye.” Y/N hangs up and slides her phone back inside her pocket. Y/N sighs and wipes at her eyes more so it really doesn’t look like she’s been crying.

Y/N breathes shakily and pushes the door leading to the stairs gently, disappearing from Jungkook’s sight just as he leaves his hiding spot. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

How long is he going to let his pride overrule his love for her? How long are they going to keep on hurting?

It’s a Friday and Jeon Jeongguk is leaving the room of his last class of the day when he hears whispers down the hallway, all of which had one thing in common. Y/L/N Y/N. His ears perk up, sighing internally as he listens to what they have to say this time. He pulls his hoodie over his head in an attempt to avoid getting noticed. He squeezes in the sea of students, and bows down to listen in to everyone’s conversations.

“I saw Y/N with Kim Taehyung earlier today, they were talking about something really serious”

“Really? What do you think it could be about? Could they possibly be a thing now?”

“I suppose so. Y/N thinks she’s so pretty; dating all of the best guys at school then treating them like shit”

“She’s no different from Mi-Cha”

 “I saw her with Park Jimin today, what’s that about?”

“Even Jimin? Gosh, I can’t believe her”

And Jungkook can’t believe them either. How could they make such stupid assumptions? Who were they to judge Y/N? Just as Jungkook is about to cut into the conversation of the girls in front of him, the crowd of students stop as they all stare at the sight in front of them.

Y/N’s standing frozen in front of her locker, her eyes locked onto her locker door. Jungkook’s eyes flit from her form to the locker and he sees the words “You don’t deserve him, you’re such a bitch” painted in huge, red letters. The whispers start up again, and Jungkook makes his way to the front with difficulty. He reaches the front where Y/N absentmindedly leaves some of her things in her locker before closing the locker door gently. Jungkook stands in the front and everyone notices it, of course.

Y/N can feel someone’s, no, everyone’s eyes on her and she looks up. She sees him and the lump in her throat that she had previously pushed down rises up again and her hands start to shake again. She clenches her fist to hide it, but she knows Jungkook saw it. And he knows her. He knows her like the back of his hand.

So, to avoid from showing Jungkook all of her emotions and further hurt herself in the process, she breaks eye contact, turns around and walks to the exit of the building, her head down and her pace fast. Everyone starts to talk over the other and Jungkook watches after Y/N until he can no longer see  her.

“Oh my gosh, what was that?”

“I know, it was so tense”

“I wonder who wrote it, damn, someone finally voiced our thoughts”

“I wonder what’s going to happen”

“What do you think will Jungkook do?”

No longer being able to take it, Jungkook turns around swiftly, effectively catching the attention of almost everybody.

He clenches his fist, breathing heavily. “I’m going to ask of you, nicely, to stop it. None of you know the truth, so stop gossiping around like you know shit because you fucking don’t know anything at all.” Jungkook throws in a sarcastic smirk before he turns back around and walks in the direction Y/N left in, everyone parting like the Red Sea to make way for Jeon Jeongguk.

Jungkook exits the school and he looks around, hoping to see any signs of Y/N. He sees none, and sighs, biting his lip. He takes their normal route home, but he knows for a fact that Y/N isn’t going home just yet. So, he turns around chooses to take their long route, crossing his fingers that she took that same route too.

On the way home, Jungkook can’t help but let his mind wander to Y/N. They first met when they were only five; Y/N was too scared to climb up the slide and Jungkook helped her overcome that fear. He was her superhero and that was when they first became friends.

After that, they met up almost everyday and their moms became good friends as well. So much so that they went to the same school ever since. And ever since their first encounter, Jungkook has always been Y/N’s guardian, her superhero. He was there to hold her hand and hug her when she scraped her knee in first grade; he was there to fight off the mean kids in fifth grade who threatened to steal her homework. And he was there to defend her from the mean girls in middle school.

Thirteen-year old Y/L/N Y/N knew for a fact that she hated middle school the moment she and her best friend, Jeon Jeongguk first stepped inside the building. All of the girls in their grade and in the grade above them had a crush on her best friend, and she immediately knew it was a bad thing.

They always threw daggers her way when Jungkook had an arm around her shoulders, every time they saw Jungkook look at her instead of them. The girls all hated Y/N and they made sure she was well aware of that fact.

It was a normal day at school, or so Y/N thought. She had just gotten out of the cubicle and was greeted by 5 girls from her grade, and 3 from the year above her, looking at her like they wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Y/N didn’t know what to do, so she simply bowed her head and was about to leave the bathroom when the three older girls stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She gulped, and looked up to see them all looking down at her.

They were taller and Y/N immediately knew something was wrong.

“Y/N, why are you always with Jeon Jeongguk?” The girl in the middle asked her. “U-um, he, he’s my best…friend,” Y/N answered and they all raised their eyebrows.

“Why would he want to be friends with you? You’re not even pretty, we’re prettier than you,” The girl replied and Y/N bit on her lip and looked down.

“You don’t deserve him,” the girl behind Y/N had said and Y/N turned around to look at her.

“Um, I don’t really know, but, um, we…uh, we’ve been best friends since we were…five,” Y/N replied weakly and the girls scoffed.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re stupid, and ugly, and Jungkook should stop hanging out with you. Stay away from him.” On of the older girls said and Y/N gulped.

“I don’t think, uh, that I can do that, he’s my only…friend.” Y/N replied, wringing her hands nervously.

“Oh really? Then we’ll just make life hard for you until we get the message across.” Another girl said and with that, she pushed Y/N, who fell to the floor. They all laughed and walked out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind them.

Y/N sighed, and pushed herself off the floor. She went to wash her hands at the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.

“You’re stupid, and ugly, and Jungkook should stop hanging out with you. Stay away from him.” their words kept repeating in her head and she forces herself to stop thinking about it. “Oh really? Then we’ll just make life hard for you until we get the message across.” Y/N closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She hoped they were just lying, and they were only doing it to threaten her.

They weren’t lying.

For the next few days, they did make life miserable for Y/N. They bumped into her in the hallways, they whispered and pointed at her every chance they got, and they told the other girls about their plan, who all joined in. They left notes in her locker, all of which contained words she never thought would come from the young girls in her class. They did so many things and her week had never been more miserable.

Of course, Jungkook knew nothing about it. Y/N had kept the whole thing a secret from him, because she didn’t want him getting in trouble. She didn’t want him to feel responsible for her, because it was her fault anyway. She could just stay away from Jungkook and make life easier for everyone but she couldn’t, because she couldn’t bear to lose her best friend.

So she kept quiet. Until she could no longer hide the pain she felt for simply being best friends with Jeon Jeongguk.

The girls had been tormenting Y/N for weeks already and every day it got worse. They’d throw her lunch out in the bathroom, they placed insects in her locker, they sent her more notes, they made life incredibly miserable for her.

Y/N and Jungkook were walking home in complete silence and Jungkook was getting worried. He’d noticed a change in his best friend’s behavior a few days back and he was scared as to what had caused it. Had he done something wrong? Did something bad happen back at home?

“Y/N.” Jungkook stopped Y/N as he latched onto her wrist, stopping them both. Y/N looked up at him expectantly and Jungkook could see pain swimming her eyes. He sighed and a hand came up to tuck a few loose strands behind her ear.

“What’s wrong? Can you please tell me?” With those soothing words, Y/N broke down in tears, shocking Jungkook completely. He was quick to react and he immediately pulled Y/N in for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders as Y/N buried her face in his chest, crying.

When Y/N had calmed down lightly, Jungkook pulled back to look at his best friend. He wiped her tears away, a frown on his face.

“What happened?”

So Y/N told him. She told him everything, right from the very beginning when they only glared at her, to the bathroom encounter, and the day after, when they started to make life miserable for her.

“I just don’t get it, Kook. Why can’t I be friends with you? Why are girls so mean? What’s wrong? What did I do wrong to deserve all of this?” Jungkook’s heart broke at his best friend’s words and he pulled her in for another hug, rubbing his arms up and down her back.

“Shh, it doesn’t matter what they say, okay? Girls have always been mean, you’re the only one I know that isn’t. And don’t ever think that you deserve all this pain because you don’t. I’m truly sorry that you have to go through all of this alone. I wish you’d told me sooner. I’m sorry you’re going through all of this because of me.” Jungkook whispered and Y/N pulled back shaking her head.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.” Y/N insisted but being the stubborn boy that he was, he shook his head.

“If it’s not my fault, then it definitely isn’t yours either. It’s theirs,” Jungkook stated and Y/N laughs. Jungkook smiled when he heard his best friend’s beautiful laugh.

“That doesn’t quite make sense, but okay.” Y/N nodded and Jungkook extended his pinky out for her. Y/N looked at him confused but he just nudges toward his pinky. Y/N followed and locked her pinky with his, looking at him expectantly.

“I, Jeon Jeongguk promise to always be there for Y/L/N Y/N, to protect her from everything that could harm her, to never leave her side no matter what happens, to always be the best best friend she deserves. Even if we fight, I will always be there by her side and I will always do what I can to fix our friendship because it’s the most important thing to me. I promise to always be Y/N’s superhero, her knight in shining armor.” Jungkook stated proudly, making the corner of Y/N’s lips turn up. They twisted their pinkies, making their thumbs meet as they smiled.

“I promise you this, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

And he’s always kept his promise.

Until now.

Realizing that he broke his promise, Jungkook looks up. He hears the sound of kids screaming and giggling in the distance and it clicks. He knows where Y/N is. He breaks off into a run, praying that he isn’t too late.

Jungkook reaches the park, the very park where he and Y/N first met. He runs to the playground, his eyes frantically searching around for Y/N. No, no, no, she has to be here, Jungkook thinks to himself when he sees no sign of Y/N near the slide or the swings. His eyes land on the bench their mothers used to sit on and his heart leaps out of his chest when he sees her. He runs so fast he might just break his legs.

Y/N’s figure is hunched over and her shoulders are shaking slightly, a sure sign for Jungkook that she’s crying. He almost slides in front of her from how fast he was running. He kneels in front of her and pulls her in for a hug.

Jungkook hears Y/N gasp as he wraps his arms around her crying figure and he relaxes when Y/N’s arms snake around his waist.

“Shh, shh, I’m here Y/N, it’s okay. I’m here now, I’m here, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers, tears silently streaming down his face too.

Y/N chokes on her sobs as she holds onto Jungkook tightly. Jungkook adjusts himself and stands up, pulling Y/N with him. Jungkook pushes Y/N’s head gently onto his chest and he rests his chin on top of her head, the both of them crying.

His left arm wraps around her shoulders as his right hand strokes her hair softly. Y/N’s arms stay on his waist and they’re both shaking. They were both broken, that much was obvious. They both hurt each other, but they will always find their way back to each other.

Once they’ve both calmed down, Jungkook steps back slightly, so he can look at Y/N. His hands come up to cup her cheeks and wipe the tears away. Y/N’s hands wrap around his wrists as she looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears and her bottom lip quivering. She notices Jungkook’s tears too, the boy wiping her tears instead of his own. She bites her lip softly and reaches up to wipe his tears away too. Jungkook’s hands fall at his sides after wiping her tears away while Y/N’s stay on his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing on his cheekbones gently.

They look at each other, not breaking eye contact. Jungkook breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry, Jungkook. I should never have gone with Taehyung when I knew you would be waiting for me.”

Jungkook disagrees. “I’m sorry for being so jealous, I got so insecure because I really wanted to call you mine for real. I hurt you because I was scared. I broke my promise just because I got hurt that you didn’t feel the same. But it’s okay, Y/N. Even if you don’t feel the same way, I’m still staying by your side because I made my promise to you. And I am never breaking my promises ever again.”

Y/N smiles softly but she shakes her head. “It’s okay, Kook. But I’m also sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner that I love you too.”

Jungkook nods. “Thank you, I promise it won’t happen--wait, what did you say?”

Y/N giggles and Jungkook’s eyes only widen. “Y/N, what did you say again?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. She cups his face in her hands, her cheeks burning up at what she’s about to do, but she calms down a bit because she can also feel the warmth of Jungkook’s cheeks under the palms of her hands.

Y/N stands on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead. “I,” a kiss on the left cheek, “love”, a kiss on the right cheek, “you,” a kiss on the nose, “so much”, and finally, on the lips, “Jeon Jeongguk.” Y/N was planning for a peck, but just as she’s about to pull away, Jungkook’s arm wraps around her waist to pull her closer, and his other hand runs through her locks. She smiles into the kiss and Jungkook does too. She places her hands on his shoulder as they continue to kiss.

Kiss. Oh, how long it’s been since Jungkook last kissed Y/N. It’s been so long since he last held her like that, but things are quite different now. Now, they both know what the other truly feels, and it’s such a wonderful feeling.

They both pull away from the kiss, and they’re both grinning.

“I missed you, Kook.” Y/N says, pecking his lips.

Jungkook gives her his bunny smile and she giggles. His arms tighten around her waist and Y/N smiles, resting her head on his chest. She bites her lip when she hears the beat of Jungkook’s heart. It was beating so fast, but it’s not as if hers wasn’t beating so fast either.

A few hours later, they’re both walking home hand in hand, a cone of ice cream in their free hands. Jungkook looks down at their intertwined hands, grinning happily. He swings their hands, catching Y/N’s attention who smiles at him.

“What?” She asks him, and they stop walking. Jungkook turns to face her, a weird smile on his face as he gazes at Y/N lovingly. He lets go of her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N blushes and looks down.

He tucks a finger under her chin and Y/N looks up.

“Guk, what’s up?” Y/N whispers. Jungkook only smiles.

The fifth time Jeon Jeongguk asks something of Y/L/N Y/N:

“Be my girlfriend, for real this time.”

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[sunflowerplusapeach]

𝓂𝓎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

✰hi everyone! i’m not the very type of person who’s good at storytelling but i’ll try my best to share my very first concert experience in my life. i’m figuring out many armys are gonna attend bts’ future concerts or curious about it so i’ll let you know about mine in this thread.

(𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆)

BUYING TICKETS

each venue has different official ticket distributors. for example, the concert for staples center LA has AXS as their official ticket distributor, meanwhile oracle arena has ticketmaster. ITS ALWAYS JUST THE TWO: AXS and Ticketmaster. tbh i really don’t know whats better at first since i’ve never bought one. many armys prefer ticketmaster and vice versa but let me tell you!! before the ticket selling for oracle arena, I tried practicing buying tickets for the LA concert dates thru AXS and actually got sumn! i think it was a p3 seat that costs only like $120 with tax but i didn’t got it cause i’m from north cali and LA is too far for me so i really did set my mind on the oakland concert only and let me tell you sis, that was a dumb move!! the date for the ticket selling for oakland came and i didn’t snag any ticket from ticketmaster and i was actually pissed. but i’ve had plan B and that is to buy from stubhub. yes, stubhub which is another ticket reseller but sells ticket at an expensive price. when the sold out sign went out for oakland i quickly went to stubhub and got a p6 ticket with a price thats 4x more expensive than the original price (which is only $60) and i lowkey cried cause i didn’t got p1 (which is my planned seat) but actually thankful cause i’m still gonna see them anyways but just far away. there’s many tutorials about buying tickets made by armys on yt and tbh i didn’t follow any of them lmao. i guess its just bad luck to me that day. it’s really chaos during ticket selling so stay strong and be patient with the process. some armys on twitter are selling tickets but of course it would be better if you could buy on your own with the official price and not the overpriced ones. there’s also lot of scammers during ticket selling period cause they know some fans are desperate and those are the type of peeps you wanna be careful with.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE CONCERT

finally its tomorrow!!! i was kinda nervous and excited at the same time but kinda relieved cause i had a friend (shoutout to jaja 💜 ) whos going with me too. we only just met at twitter and its gonna be our first meeting too on the day of the concert lmao. i didn’t mind going with her cause its her first time also so i have someone with me who is on the same boat as I am. it would be nice if you had a friend/s with you whos going also. if not, its alright.

on the night i did some beauty preparations. of course i wanna look stress-free on the concert day lol. i did prepare the bag that i’m gonna use (which was a drawstring bag) and some essentials. i was gonna prepare on the morning on the concert day cause i don’t wanna be stressed yet. make sure you know the venue map (bighit posts it at twitter the day before the concert) so you can know where will be the merchandise line will be located, where to buy the lightstick, and the photo booths and stuff. plan ahead the merchs you’re gonna buy tomorrow and have extra money in case. planning really helps. plan merchs that you want in case the merch you want got sold out.

memorize fanchants if you can. tbh i didn’t memorized all the fanchants and i’m a little guilty lol. it would be really appreciated on the concert day i promise you.

have a good sleep and relax. excitements gonna keep you awake but if you can’t sleep try taking sleeping pills. it works for me when i can’t sleep the night when i’m super excited on the next day event lmao.

CONCERT DAY

this is it! the day i’m looking forward all my life lol. its such a good day to wake up to as I think that i’m gonna meet bts at night. i woke up at like 6:30 am cause i had to drop my brother at his school. i did some errands at the morning and didn’t have the opportunity to sleep again which made me worried cause its gonna be a busy day but i’m confident cause i got 8 hours of sleep at night. i got home at 9:30 and started preparing my stuffs.

WHATS IN MY BAG?

-powerbank

-concert ticket

-phone

-extra cash

-plastic water bottles (not the hard containers like hydroflask, they don’t allow it at the venue)

-wallet

-binoculars (an essential for me cause i’m gonna seat at the very back TT)

-army bomb ver.3 (i’m planning to pair it at the venue booth so i won’t have any problem in case i didn’t do the right steps to pair it for concert mode)

-gum

(this is all whats in my bag that day. i didn’t bring any banners but you can if you want but there’s a limit on the size. see the venue rules for the allowed banner dimensions)

OUTFIT

check the weather before wearing anything. if its very hot, wear light clothing and if its cold, wear appropriate clothes. it was 60 degrees that day so i just wore a pink sweatshirt and pants with pockets. i was originally planning to wear leggings cause it looks more better with the sweatshirt but i can’t tolerate bottoms without pockets LOL. so i just decided on simple pants. i thought about this outfit cause i wanna be comfortable as possible. i don’t recommend high heels but if you’re used to it why not but its not really recommendable. everybody wants to slay and there’s nothing wrong with that but make sure you’re also comfortable so you can really enjoy the show :) i did wore RJ headband to show support to jin and it really looks adorable! many armys complimented me about it when i arrived on the venue hehe

TRANSPORTATION

i just live near oakland (30-45 minutes away) so the transportation was pretty easy for me. i do have a driver’s license but my parents didn’t allowed me to drive to oakland cause they told me its not safe lol which is i kinda understand plus i don’t wanna worry about the parking. i went to oracle by uber and it was really pricey but it just depends on everyone. my parents didn’t have the opportunity to drop me off there cause they have work that day. i left the house at like 12:40pm and arrived at oracle after an hour. the traffic wasn’t that bad yet but i left home early cause i didn’t want to get stuck at the traffic plus i’m still gonna line up for the merch.

MERCH LINE

i automatically lined up to the merch section as soon as the uber driver dropped me off at the gate lmao. the line was long when i arrived but to my relief its moving fast. if i mean fast, i’m not kidding. kudos to the bts crew and staffs. before you line up a staff is gonna give you a paper, more like a merch list where you will check up the merch you want along with the quantity (theres a limit quantity on each item). i think its a really good idea so that the line wouldn’t take too long. once its your turn you’re gonna give the paper to them and they would bring the item and calculate the price overall. i think my overall transaction was less than a minute. it was really fast but many of the items i want are sold out already :( but its alright, still thankful i got some.

ps, DON’T FORGET TO BRING A PEN

also shoutout to kathy! 💜  i met her on the merch line. it was awkward at first but she was really friendly. she told me she was going to the concert alone cause her friends didn’t got a ticket which is kinda sad cause who tf wants to go alone to the concert right? plus she was wearing a mang headband while im wearing rj so our combination looks really cute 💜 too bad we don’t have a photo together but i got her twitter username. were still communicating till today which is kind of adorable hehe~

here’s the merchs that i was able to buy:

(official slogan, mini photocard set and ip7 phone case)

HOURS BEFORE THE CONCERT

after buying merchs, me and my friend Jaja got to meet for the first time! it was crazy finding each other but it was really fun haha. here’s our photo together when we met:

after meeting we went straight to the army bomb pairing booth and got our army bomb ready for the concert which took less than 5 minutes. the staff who paired ours was very friendly (she was korean).

after that that’s the time when we were both curious on where to go. we decided to line up to the bts studio but backed out cause it took long plus were kinda worried where we will eat for dinner.

we tried asking some security guards on which was the nearest fastfood place that we can walk over but he was rude. really rude lmao. that’s what i also noticed on the guard gates on oracle, they were all hella rude. and since the guard’s answer was useless all i did was just to google map instead and found panda express and in-n-out as the nearest fastfood on the venue but we need to ride on uber cause its not really safe to walk around oakland. we got uber and arrived and ate at in-n-out. thanks jaja for treating me <3

we just told each other our stories and got to know each other. we also talked how we found out about bts and became an army and stuffs like that. i’m really glad i met her cause her life is very similar to mine so we both can relate to each other’s stories.

before 5 pm we went back to oracle again, rode uber and arrived safe. after that we went to the north entrance wherein all entrances will open at 5:30pm. it was a smart move that we went there early so we can just chill and won’t have to worry about the time.

BAG INSPECTION and SCANNING OF TICKETS

the line became long after 3 minutes when we arrived in the line. the line was fast enough. my 2 sealed bottled water got confiscated TT but everything went on smoothly. we went straight to another line again which is the last line for the ticket scanning and that’s where it really hit me that i’m gonna see BTS!!! i started taking photos and my heart was really beating so fast. when the venue was letting people in the line was fast too. after that me and jaja got in, we both screamed and jumped together. she was almost crying and i was just there still silent at the fact that it really is the day that i’m gonna see my inspirations hours later.

after we came inside we went straight to the food section and bought water bottles which costs $7 per bottle lmao. always prepare for expensive stuff inside the arena cause i’m not joking, it really is expensive. we had our bathroom breaks and went to our seats!! jaja and i had different seats so we separated our ways and went to our sections. her ticket was on the left side of the arena while i’m on the right side.

it was easy finding my seat plus there’s gonna be a banner on each seat so be careful not to touch those cause i accidentally brushed through a seat and the banner dropped and almost got lost (clumsy me) but good thing i found it and returned it. the armys inside the arena wasn’t full yet when i got to my seat. here’s the view while i was waiting:

the vcr was playing some bts music videos on repeat. its in your preference if you would sing along or do the fanchants but i stayed quiet while waiting cause i was reserving my voice for the real show later. i charged my phone with my power bank to make sure my phone will stay good while recording some videos. it was really fun and you can feel the excitement in the air. my seatmate was kinda cool but i didn’t talk to her that much (sorry i’m awkward hahaha)

the show was getting nearer and nearer and the crowd started to get louder too. when 8:00 pm hit the clock everyone was hfskjdhfskjdfhsjbfkjsdgfdskbnglksfgbksjgns including me! the last mv that showed before the show was DNA and everyone sang. when the lights went out, we all went MBDJSGDKJHFJSGFKJHGFSJFDGHAJKFGSHFGKSJ

THE SHOW

this is the part i’m not gonna explain that much LOL. i had my army bomb ready, my binocular on my neck, my phone on my other hand and my voice on full volume to cheer my babies. when idol came i thought i was gonna have a heart attack LMAO. i quickly grabbed my binocular and damn they don’t look real. they’re too perfect to look real OJO angels indeed.

be careful of your neighbors when your cheering, you might not notice your hitting them. as namjoon say, be mindful of your neighbors so everyone can enjoy the show :)

also, stay hydrated! i drink water from time to time so my throat wouldn’t be that dry.

some of my fancams: (shameless promo heh)

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBdJOY1NfAvoakzAY3CnQmofro6O9x9ME

AFTER THE SHOW

i was a lil sad when the show ended but it was literally the best night of my life. i knew i had to deal with pcd (post concert depression) after but i just stayed happy throughout the night even after the show. jaja and i went out the stadium and got an uber ride. i was thankful cause even if its late they were still uber drivers around there.

HOME

when i got home my dad was waiting at the parking and he greeted me happily. he asked about my experience and the merchs i bought and i quickly told him about the overall experience. he told me he was happy cause i got to be really genuine happy for once in my life and i’m glad he supports me regarding my fangirling life. after i showed him the merchs and videos i went to my room and THAT’S WHEN I REALLY REALIZE ITS ALL OVER NOW TT. i got emotional but i didn’t really cry. i can’t cry cause i still have work the next day LMFAO i don’t want my eyes to be puffy af. work was ok the next day. i was a little blank but good thing it wasn’t that busy at work but i feel really tired.

OVERALL, the concert experience was truly amazing. words weren’t enough to describe how amazing it was. if only i can time travel i would repeat it without a doubt but of course, life must go on. the only thing that sucks is that you have to deal with PCD but i believe everyone will carry on. i hope every army will get to experience bts concerts atleast once cause believe me sis, its really an amazing experience and you only live once~

[droewyn]

Give Me a Reason (4/9)

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November, 2013

The boy on the ice was new to the Grand Prix series, and it was clear that he wouldn’t be advancing to the final.  His triples were shaky and he wasn’t even attempting a quad.  Not that quads were required, Victor reminded himself.  Just last year he’d taken them out of his programs at Euros on a dare and had still won by a comfortable margin, purely on the strength of a clean skate and high PCS marks.  Yakov had been apoplectic, of course, and had forbidden him from pulling such a stunt at Worlds, but it had honestly been the most fun Victor had had at a competition in years.

The boy – Chulanont, from Thailand – was fun to watch, though.  He danced his program with a cheerfulness that was infectious, and he had the audience clapping along to the music within moments.  A popped triple axel and a two-footed landing on a triple-double combination didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, though Victor knew he had to be disappointed.  But Chulanont’s spins were solid, and his steps…

Who does that step sequence remind me of, he wondered.  A flash of blue and silver teased at Victor’s memory, crowned in a mop of dark hair.  Oh yes, that Japanese skater. Yuuki something?  Yoshi?  I wonder if Chulanont is his fan.  It bothered him, a little, not to be able to remember the man’s name.  Victor had it written down somewhere in one of his notebooks – he still researched all of the skaters that he shared ice with, Yakov having drilled respect for his competitors into him at an early age – but he didn’t used to need the physical notes the way he did now.  When had the names and faces all started to blur?  I really must be getting old, Victor thought dismally.

Chulanont ended on a slide, his arms outstretched.  He was all smiles as he took his bows, but his eyes gleamed in a way that almost made Victor smile.  He’s determined.  Good.  He’ll take this experience and grow from it.

Victor zoned out during the scoring, already knowing how he’d be judged.  Chulanont had been the last to skate the short program, and he wasn’t close to challenging Georgi’s first place standing.  Georgi’s own skate had been the cleanest Victor had ever seen it, and if he was able to carry that energy over into the free skate they’d be in the Final together for sure, Victor already having secured his own place with a pair of easy golds in Skate Canada and NHK.

Yakov found Victor still sitting in the stands as the crowd was thinning.  “You’re joining us for dinner?” the old coach rumbled.  It was barely a question.  He frowned as Victor shook his head.

“Tonight is Gosha’s, and if I go I’ll just draw attention away from him.”  He sighed with just the right amount of rueful, “what can you do?” disappointment in it.  “I’ll hide in my room and let him enjoy his well-earned spotlight.  Think of me when I’m scrounging scraps from vending machines?”

“Running up the room service bill outrageously, you mean.”  But Yakov’s face had softened into something like fondness.  “It’s true that the fans and the press tend to focus on you whether you skate or not,” he said finally, and Victor knew that he’d won.

It wasn’t that Victor didn’t want to give Georgi the opportunity to shine on his own – of course he did, Gosha had more than earned it – but the real truth was far more selfish. If he went to dinner and someone recognized him – and in Moscow, during Rostelecom, the chances of that happening were pretty damn high – they weren’t just going to ignore Georgi.  They would want, no, insist that he be Living Legend Victor Nikiforov for them, Russia’s Golden God, St. Petersburg’s Hope—

—Victor the Oft Photoshopped, He Whose Shit Is Not Allowed to Stink, Whose Hair Is Discussed More Than His Skating, Subject of Seven Hundred RPF Smut Fics and Supposedly Beloved by All but Actually Having Only a Single (Admittedly Really Great) Dog to Love—

—and he just didn’t want to be that mask.  Not tonight. Not when he didn’t have to be.  Victor the dancing monkey thinks that Victor the Living Legend is an asshole, and just for tonight the dancing monkey is on strike.

Yakov was probably right about the room service bill.

 * Joined channel #therapycouchfort

* Topic is ‘Tomb Raider: Best portrayal of PTSD in a video game ever, or ONLY portrayal of PTSD in a video game ever?  Discuss.’

* Set by StevenMultiverse on Nov 21 19:11:58 2013

suicideflirtsback: holy shit mercy are you okay

iamworthy: *hugs*

mercyslovechild: im ok

mercyslovechild: i guess

KingElsa: What happened?

mercyslovechild: its just

lukewarm_mess: mercy’s parents got CPS called on them

KingElsa: ?

mercyslovechild: tried to tell them once bfore and they blew me off

iamworthy: Child Protective Services, King.

mercyslovechild: they asked if i cut an it was like they stoppd listenning after i said no

/msg lukewarm_mess I don’t understand.

/msg lukewarm_mess Did Mercy’s parents hurt her?

mercyslovechild: now there all sad and ilu and what can we do to help

*lukewarm_mess>> no but she hurts herself and a teacher noticed she was hiding bruises

mercyslovechild: i hate it

iamworthy: At least you’re into therapy now though, right?

/msg lukewarm_mess !!!

mercyslovechild: like, u cant be bothered to give a rats ass until someone else thinks your a bad parent

mercyslovechild: yea but

mercyslovechild: they keep asking if im bullied at school or have bad relationshisp and i dont

mercyslovechild: theres no reason for me to feel this way

mercyslovechild: im just fuckn broken

KingElsa: Mercy.  You are not broken.

suicideflirtsback: ^^^^^^^^

iamworthy: *hugs mercy tight* What King said.

mercyslovechild: yes i am

KingElsa: Am I broken?  Is Iam?  Is Mess? Is Socks?

mercyslovechild: no

lukewarm_mess: so what if you are?

mercyslovechild: but

suicideflirtsback: holy shit mess that’s cold

mercyslovechild: u all have real problems and real illnesses w like diagnoces n stuff that u need help for

lukewarm_mess: broken DOESN’T mean garbage

KingElsa: I don’t.

mercyslovechild: im just some stupid kid crying over nothing

lukewarm_mess: https://www.google.com/search?q=kintsugi&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjz6PXqzJvWAhVj3IMKHbLMBhsQ_AUICigB&biw=1094&bih=626

lukewarm_mess: we fix broken things

lukewarm_mess: we glue them together with gold so everyone can see the scars

KingElsa: I don’t have a diagnosis.

lukewarm_mess: they’re stronger and more beautiful after

lukewarm_mess: more valuable

lukewarm_mess: and more worthy of love

iamworthy: King?

KingElsa: I’ve… never seen anyone.

KingElsa: You’re the only people I’ve ever talked to about this kind of thing.

*lukewarm_mess>> !

mercyslovechild: why

KingElsa: I don’t know, lots of reasons?

*lukewarm_mess>> you havent talked to anyone irl??

KingElsa: But they all kind of boil down to I’m scared.

/msg lukewarm_mess I can’t… I’m under a ton of scrutiny at work…

/msg lukewarm_mess Lots of people hoping for the guy on the top to fall.  If I show weakness…

KingElsa: So if you’re broken what does that make me?  You’re at least trying to reach out for help.

mercyslovechild: …

*lukewarm_mess>> family?  someone else you’re close to?

/msg lukewarm_mess Why Mess, trying to find out if I’m single?

*lukewarm_mess>> not funny

mercyslovechild: i

mercyslovechild: i think i like that pottery thing mess

mercyslovechild: i think i like it alot

/msg lukewarm_mess I am not on speaking terms with my family.

lukewarm_mess: i’m glad, mercy <3

/msg lukewarm_mess For the rest…. I’m kind of married to my work.

lukewarm_mess: we broken people have to stick together

*lukewarm_mess>> +1 313-XXX-XXXX

/msg lukewarm_mess ?!?

*lukewarm_mess>> okay i HATE talking on the phone

*lukewarm_mess>> it’s one of my anxiety triggers

*lukewarm_mess>> but

*lukewarm_mess>> you could text me sometime?  if you want to?

*lukewarm_mess>> and maybe if it’s an emergency you could call

*lukewarm_mess>> if there’s really nobody else

/msg lukewarm_mess I

/msg lukewarm_mess Wow

/msg lukewarm_mess You trust me that much?

*lukewarm_mess>> i just want to know you have someone to reach out to

/msg lukewarm_mess (•̩̩̩́ ᴗ •̩̩̩̀)

/msg lukewarm_mess Thank you.  I don’t know what else to say.

*lukewarm_mess>> say you’ll use it if you need to

/msg lukewarm_mess I will.  I promise.

mercyslovechild: yea i guess we do ^^

<Part 5>