#it’s poly college au

[kkumawrites]

Here Kitty, Kitty summary: SEVENTEEN is just your average next door werewolf pack filled with college boys, trying to not blow their cover. Enter you, a mysterious girl with an alluring scent that seems to drive the boys wild. Seungcheol just wants to know why that is without ripping his hair out.

or aka, another werewolf!au pairing: ot13 x fem!reader themes/genres: werewolf!au (but not a/b/o verse, cheol is referred to as the 'alpha' but because he's the eldest and their 'leader'), college!au, reverse harem, mates, supernatural, smut, romance, drama, angst, fluff, poly, kinda slow burn (not really) a/n: this is a reverse harem fic, meaning the reader is mates with everyone. if that is not your cup of tea that's fine! you don't have to read ♡ on another note, updates will be very slow due to currently editing and still writing. I plotted this like back in 2014 and it wasn't even a seventeen fic LMAO, so the plot is shit but it is what it is, I still really wanna post this. more specific tw/cw will be listed on each chapter. status: DISCONTINUED. ➙ I am sorry to say that I am discontinuing this. HOWEVER. I have about 20~ chapters written that I will post. Just know going in to this that is is not being written anymore. Maybe going through it and editing I might continue but it's unlikely. I do have this fully plotted so if anything I will put out what happens after the 21 chapters for some sense of closure.   ────── 〔✿〕──────  one. two.

[po3tbbygirl]

marauders au where reader is a struggling director who’s movies are amazing but she doesn’t have the crew or money to develop them and then they meet Remus, a talented screenwriter, lily and Sirius, two aspiring actors, and James (he’s just there to help with the, finance the movie, and for the good vibes). And maybe throw in a little college au too

[murmiss]

Yandere Simulator.

(accordingly, inspired by the game Yandere Simulator)

Pairing: Ghost/You, Price/You, Gaz/You,Soap/You, Graves/You, Konig/You, Alejandro/You, Rudy/You, Horangi/You. Valeria/You. (I assume that this is not all, since the idea is taken from the Yandere Simulator, in the harem version).

Warning: College, city and certain places and people are fictitious, the education system is fictitious, OOC is possible,My personal headcannons and character vision.Different ages, mention yandere,mentioning mental problems, etc.there may be mistakes in words, English is not my first language.

Summary: Inspired by the game Yandere simulator, where you are the main character, a simple girl in in which different guys with different types and characters are interested, and of course, there is Yandere.

you can express your opinion :)

1 part.

You were born into a simple, extremely ordinary family. Your father was a banker, walking around in his favorite stereotypical outfit: a strict gray suit and a tie, as an indicator of masculinity. Every morning, Mrs. Attwoord, getting up early, cooked breakfast, her children's favorite scrambled eggs and sandwiches, collected breakfast and, like a loving housewife wife, escorted her husband to work, leaving an imperceptible trace of a kiss on his cheek, and carefully tying his tie with her elegant fingers. Next comes the younger brother, the "heir", as his grandmother affectionately calls him, although you sincerely do not understand it: what to inherit? Your father has no company, no business, no fancy house, what can the son of a simple bank employee inherit? But it's not the point that matters. Next, after her brother, the middle daughter Eliza wakes up- an exceptional beauty, with glossy wheat hair, a doll's face- almost a copy of her mother.Eliza was a promising dancer, but she was not a good singer, but she danced perfectly, performing a light bunch of moves to some loud song at every party. Then, at the very end, you woke up.

Usually, it was the last ring of the alarm clock, which you heard through the veil of sleep, not wanting to miss the outcome of the battle between Harry Potter and some fairies. But your mother's shriek, tired of trying to wake you up, let out a loud shriek, forcing you to jump up from your seat and rush to the bathroom, showering and washing up at speed.Standing at the mirror and looking at your exhausted eyes, your hands reached for a small cosmetic bag and your favorite concealer, which, as you hoped, would hide not only the sins, but also the dark bags under your eyes. Next was eyebrow gel and lip gloss - you didn't have much time to put on makeup, and you didn't see much point in it, because you weren't going on a date. In terms of clothing, your choice fell on a skirt-shorts in a large pleated dark blue color, beige T-shirt, which for convenience you tucked into the skirt, a light cardigan for warmth, and complemented the image of black capron tights, which at least somehow but added to the image of completeness. And on your feet you left comfortable sneakers.

After stuffing notebooks and stationery, house keys, lipstick, hairbrush, and perhaps a sketchbook into her backpack, the girl quickly went down to the first floor, grabbed a sandwich from the table, and hurried out of the house, to the excited cry of her mother: "Honey! You forgot your breakfast!"

But the bus, you know, won't wait for you to finish, so you sped up and headed for the bus stop, but when you saw the damn bus in the distance, you immediately broke into a sprint, running like a marathon runner and mentally cursing.

"If you leave now, asshole, I'll put a curse on you!"

And thank God, as if hearing your pleas (curses), the driver waited for the girl in distress. Almost jumping into the bus, skipping the steps, you plopped down on the only free seat and relaxed exhaled, leaning back on the back of the uncomfortable seat. A couple of stops later, leaving the packed bus, or rather, the mechanical inferno, the gates of the college appeared before your eyes. The college was a historic building that people had equipped as a "place of knowledge". Antique patterns, massive doors made of pure wood, high ceilings - all this looked really intimidating and mesmerizing. Passing the gate, you looked at the students with interest: here were girls in brightly colored dresses excitedly babbling about something, here was a group of guys, six people laughing, and here were just loners walking towards the building with headphones in their ears. There were huge trees growing on the college grounds: pine trees, mighty oaks, and even flowers. The place was indeed beautiful. But soon after you took your eyes off the beauty of the place, you noticed that there was already five minutes of class going on! As you rushed into the building, you slammed into someone's strong chest. When you looked up, trying to catch your breath from a short jog, you saw a guy, tall, sturdy, and wearing a half-face mask, which was a little weird, because it wasn't quarantine period or anything. Well, maybe it's an image of him, you thought. Realizing you've been staring at each other for a few moments, you mumble.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.

You didn't? That's the stupidest excuse ever, to be honest, because it's hard not to notice a big guy like that. The guy nodded, but didn't answer, and, feeling rather awkward, you threw another "sorry" and rushed further into the classroom. And good thing the teacher was late. Entering the classroom, you noticed a guy who sat with an improvised slingshot in his hands, made of two pencils and a rubber band. Oh, yes, you know this jerk - John MacTavish, a Scottish guy, explosive in character, but at the same time the soul of the company and incredibly cute and dorky guy. Noticing you he waved his hand, removing his backpack from its place and beckoning you over. Shaking your head, you quickly climb up to the top and plop down on the seat next to him, pulling out a space-print notebook and a couple of pens.

-What have you got there? When did you start liking Cosmos?- John asked with interest.

-I borrowed a couple of notebooks from Eliza,-you said, sighing, and put your elbow on the table, propping your head on your hand and staring at John, who was fastening erasers and pens with little rubber bands.

-What are you doing?

-Sword-with a serious face John answered, causing you to raise an eyebrow and ask: "A sword?"

-Yeah, the guy pulled out a little man made of erasers from his pencil case and happily demonstrated it to you.

-God, John...-a slight laugh escaped your lips.

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

After months of planning,writing and procrastination I finally have started sugar baby Alice x poly coven!

Sweetened Encounters

Part 1: Should I?

If you asked Alice she would tell you she was a very organized and hardworking person. She had a full time job at a cafe and did small gigs at bars and clubs on her days off. She never took the easy way out, every cent of money went to living. She didn’t spoil herself; she believed in only necessities. Asking for help? Not in her vocabulary.

While she was usually always on top of everything she did,today was a slow, exhausting Sunday. She had just finished a brutal final for her criminology professor. Forgetting to check her weather app this morning when she left her dorm she was now drenched from the storm that started when she started walking to the cafe. She finally made it inside as she went to the break room to get herself dried off.

She sighed as she split her apron on and pinned her red streaks behind her ears. “After today i'm off the weekend.”

She muttered as grabbed her pen and pad and went back out to the lobby. As time went by it felt like everything went slower each time Alice glanced at the clock. She had a few regulars, new customers and many many rude and ignorant ones but she did her best to get the tips she knew she needed. Alice was walking to a tabletop as a customer had set down. She finally looked up from her pad when her eyes met a stunning dark skinned woman. Her deep dark skin Alice swears was glowing when she met her deep brown eyes. Alice thinks she has seen this woman before but shakes it off.

“What can I get you?” Alice couldn’t bring herself to look up again at the women as her nerves were getting the best of her.

The woman smiled amused “You don’t recognize me do you?”

Alice glanced at the woman, her curiosity at the statement getting the best of her. When they locked eyes something in Alice's brain was telling her she should at least know this woman's name but nothing was coming up.

“Should I..?” Alice hesitantly questioned not wanting to offend the woman.

All the woman did was chuckle and raise her hand to cover her mouth slightly when Alice noticed all the rings on her hand. When she felt brave enough her eyes grazed over the women. Noticing how her pink blazer was fitted just for her,she had jewelry Alice wish she had the fraction of money to pay for. But she stopped looking when she caught the woman giving her a smirk.

The woman dropped her manicured hand as it crossed over her other one that now laid on the table. Alice's eyes stayed on her hands longer than she would ever admit but looked up when the woman spoke.“I like you already.”

Alice was entirely certain she misheard but didn’t want to chance being rude. “Uh..thanks?”

At that the woman nodded “Give me a Cappuccino.two pumps vanilla and splash of lavender with extra foam. The name's Jennifer. ”

There was something teasing in her tone,something that made Alice feel like she was missing an inside joke. Alice nodded as she swore she knew that name but shook it off when she wrote it down. “I’m Alice..I’ll have that out shortly.”

Alice busied herself with making the cappuccino,trying hard not to take a glance just to see if Jennifer was still looking at her. She wasn’t right? That would be ridiculous and feed into Alice's gay panic. But when Alice slid the drink across the counter ,Jennfier accepted it with a knowing smile. As she left fifty dollars in front of Alice.

Before Alice could go and get her change Jennifer stood up “Keep it. Treat yourself with whatever's left dear. I’ll see you around Alice.” Alice was frozen in place at the smooth tone and pet name that was dropped as Jennifer disappeared into the evening with the same grace she had arrived with.

Alice exhaled,realizing only then she’d been holding her breath. When everything finally clicked for her she pulled out her phone and opened instagram and searched “Jennifer Kale” and everything was confirmed the moment Alice seen the woman that had just left in a picture near a building “Kale Care beauty.” Alice leaned against the table.

“Shit..”

[melancholy-of-nadia]

love u lately (m) #12 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #12 - shift pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: an outro song is defined as a song placed at the end of an album that signals to the listener that this is the wrap up or conclusion of the story told in the album . and while this might be the outro to this part of your life story, you think this is is also kinda like a prelude to a new beginning. a graduation. a move. a shift in relationships. we don't know what the next album of our life entails but having three boyfriends makes the unknown, a little easier. warnings:  LIGHT SMUT, Namjoon sax mention, small FOURSOME scene again, EIFFEL TOWER, random fluff scattered all around, mention of a pool party, kissing, blowjob, multiple orgasms, reader's birthday is 7/9 army day, video call, creampies, multiple positions, dirty talk, pet names, size kink returns, more confessions as always but they're good! playful banter from yoonminjoon note: @daegudrama has been editing this for over a year and if you have not followed her, please do so NOW. She has a SPICY Festa 2023 one shot series that is amazing and is currently working on a BTS x Pokemon fic. Go show some love! total word count: 7.5k (not including the authors notes at the end) drop date:  July 12th, 2024, 1PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #11 | Series Masterlist

Overall, your relationship with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin progresses well after that night. Is there really a difference between the time before and after being in a polycule for you?

Well, not really. You would say the biggest difference is that it feels like old times when it was just you and them versus the world, and not like the months leading up to that Gamma party last October. The days when you would stick together, and there wasn’t casual dating or hookups causing a rift in your friendship. You guys are more intimate with one another now though, and it's been serendipitous.

After the initial foursome, you all agreed to keep things lowkey, but your best friends (now lovers) don’t exactly know the definition of “lowkey.” From conspicuously holding your hand as they walk you to and from class (taking turns, by the way), it hasn’t gone unnoticed by others on campus. 

Soon after, rumors began circulating, especially coming from a certain salty Gamma boy who got left behind and some snarky Psi Gamma girls who were friends with Jimin’s ex. You’ve heard things in passing like “Y/N, the Beta Tau Sigma slut being passed around the house” or confession account tweets anonymously saying “Y/N is stealing all the finest men on campus for herself. Selfish bitch.”

But these are the same rumors you have been hearing since the beginning, back when you first moved into the BTS house and started hanging out with the guys. But with more concrete evidence now, it’s been more rampant than ever before. However, if you try to defend yourself, you know it will only satisfy those people more, confirming their torment works and continuing to do it until you’re on the brink of insanity.

You don’t blame your boyfriends for their affectionate behavior or for not keeping things more under wraps. 

They just want to show you as much love and care as they can to make up for all the lost time they couldn’t do that.

So when you accidentally snap at them for an unrelated thing after dealing with some harassment in your Instagram DMs, your boyfriends immediately worry about you, especially Yoongi. He is the first to notice the shift in your mood, pulling you aside to talk.

"Hey," Yoongi says softly, his voice filled with concern. "What's up? You've been tense all day."

You sigh, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Sorry…It's just... the bullshit rumors on the confessions account Instagram. I’ve been getting hit with so many DMs from burner accounts calling me “the Beta Tau Slut”. I’ve blocked a lot of them, but…" You feel your eyes slowly fill with tears of anger, but unwilling to let them fall.

Explaining all of this feelsl so stupid. Namjoon and Jimin join the conversation, their faces mirroring Yoongi's worry. "Babt, we won’t let them get to you," Namjoon says, taking your hand in his. "You know we’re here for you, right?"

"I know," you reply, squeezing his hand. "I’m usually good at ignoring shit like this, but damn… it just won’t stop."

Jimin wraps an arm around you, his warmth comforting. "We’ll handle this together, okay? We won’t let them say shit to bring us down."

Their support makes you feel better, but the constant negativity still lingers in your mind. It isn’t just about ignoring the gossip—it is about reclaiming your narrative and not letting anyone else define you or your relationship.

The next day, Yoongi surprises you with an idea. "Let’s make a statement," he suggests. "We’ll show everyone that we’re proud of what we have."

"How?" you ask, curious but hesitant.

"We’ll post about it," Jimin says, determination in his eyes. "Not intended to fuel the rumors, but to show that we’re happy and in love. Let them say what they want. We know the truth." Namjoon and Yoongi nod in agreement. "It’s time we take control of our story," Namjoon adds.

That’s when your three boyfriends post a photo of all three of them kissing your face at once, followed by a photo dump of other moments from that spring semester. 

There is no caption, as the photos really speak for themselves. You receive a downpour of positive comments from people who either already knew about your relationship with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin or familiar faces you have good relationships with that comment their congratulatory messages to you four.

That eases some of the anxiety that has been building up inside you. Seeing the supportive messages and knowing that there are people who genuinely care about you and respect your relationship makes a significant difference. You feel a sense of relief and gratitude wash over you as you read through the kind words. You're glad you have the best boyfriends. They have stood by you, defending your relationship and ensuring you feel loved and cherished despite all odds.

–

"Took you long to come clean, honey pie." Hwasa narrows her eyes at you from the doorway of your room.

“Look I can explain…” You look away in shame, clutching your pillow closely, feeling more anxious than ever. You’ve never had close female friends before, so having to be comforted by one feels scarier than when the guys confronted you about things.

"Explain why you couldn’t tell me why you were snogging with your three guy best friends? I thought we were friends!" She pulls out her phone, pointing to the photo Yoongi had posted as well as Namjoon and Jimin’s.

You really were planning to tell her not long after you made it official with Beta Tau Sigma, but now it feels too late that she found out through several Instagram posts.

“I was scared you would think it’s weird…” "Weird?" She scrunches her face in confusion as she moves closer towards you, her tone serious. "I thought it was pretty fucking… awesome!" Her enthusiasm grows suddenly. "That’s every girl’s fantasy—dating the school’s hottest guys all at once? Trust me, I’ve heard stranger things."

“Really? Like…” You whisper, asking cautiously.

Hwasa sighs, her expression softening as she sits down beside you on the bed. “Like a girl from Psi Gamma doing coke lines with her professor and fucking him after for an A+, or a Mu Chi guy getting his dick up after injecting steroids,” she says with a chuckle. “Trust me, your situation isn’t even close to weird in comparison.”

You have a lot of questions about what she just told you, but you’ll save it for later.

You let out a nervous laugh, relieved by her understanding tone. “I guess you’re right. It’s just all so new to me. I’m so sorry, Hwasa.”

“It’s okay,” Hwasa reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Like I’ve said a million times before, I got your back. I just feel bad for not being able to protect you from the harassment sooner…”

You sigh. "It’s not your fault Hwasa. But the good thing is that I had my boyfriends with me who have been doing their best and bearing with me through this. They’ve really made me feel what love actually is.”

"And that's why I'm so happy for you. I haven't known them for too long, but they’ve always seemed like great guys. If they make you happy, then I'm all for it." Hwasa joins you on your bed, getting comfortable under your Pompompurin blanket.

You smile, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you move in for a hug. “Thank you, Hwasa. That means a lot.” After a moment, you pull back and remember your other friends. “Wait..do… Soohyun, Jieun, and Soyoon know?”

Hwasa groans, flopping back on the bed. “Soohyun saw the posts, but she’s still a confused little bird, bless her heart. Jieun, though, she’s sharp. She told me she caught on during that camping trip a few months ago. I thought she was imagining things, but she was spot on.” You blush, realizing you definitely need to talk to Jieun about this. “As for Soyoon, she and I had a bet on whether you’d end up with Namjoon or Yoongi because they seemed like more likely options than Jimin at the time. I was Team Yoongi, by the way. But… I guess we both won, so…” You both burst into laughter.

Hwasa's eyes light up with mischief. “Oh, but Soyoon did not see this coming at all! She was convinced you’d end up with Namjoon only. She told me he couldn't stop yapping about you to her whenever they’d hang out. You should have seen her face when she saw the photos! Her jaw literally dropped. She was in complete shock.”

You giggle, imagining Soyoon’s expression. “I can picture it. I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.”

Hwasa grins, “You do, but take your time. They’ll understand. And if anyone gives you trouble, they’ll have to deal with me first.”

“Thanks, Hwasa. I really do appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” she says, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, you better tell me how this all began. Every detail. Even the nastiest ones! You’ve got liquor in the kitchen, and I can get Hoseok to provide some weed on the house.”

A good smoke session sounds perfect to loosen up and spill everything.

You nod, then yell, “Hoseok!” He comes running from downstairs, looking confused.

“Give us the good stuff,” Hwasa says with a wink, beckoning him to bring the weed he keeps in a closet next to his room.

“As long as I can join for a bit too!” He smirks back at her, which she returns as well.

You both look at them, shaking your head.

Oh god, this is gonna be a long night.

–

Along with dating, other things that you are all initially worried about eventually start to fall into place.

Yoongi ends up finishing the mixtape he’s been working on for the longest time.

He submitted the best one out of all his peers, which means Professor Kang fulfilled his end of the bargain, writing him a letter of recommendation, and sending his mixtape to Mr. Bang. He said he’d never listened to such an innovative and unique collection of music and held Yoongi in high regard.

“Mr. Bang reached out to me!” Yoongi announces excitedly one afternoon in mid-May, holding up his phone for you to see. “He says he wants to do a Zoom call and talk business!”

You take his phone and read the email on the screen: “As I know you are still studying at X City University, it may be difficult for you to relocate to LA on such a short notice for the summer, but I’d like to potentially offer you a 3-month internship with Bighit Records. You can work remotely for now and then come into the LA office for the last few weeks of the internship. We will discuss more during our call. I don’t want to miss out on having a talented individual with growing potential join our label.”

You pause, stunned by the news. “Holy fucking shit, Min Yoongi! I told you that you could do it!” you exclaim, rushing to hug him.

“Like I said before, it’s because you had faith in me and gave me your love as motivation.”

Blushing, you kiss him on the cheek. “Stop, you’re being so cheesy!”

Yoongi laughs, pulling you closer. "Cheesy, but true."

When the other Beta Sigma boys hear the news, they immediately announce they are going to throw Yoongi a party to celebrate his achievement. Hoseok excitedly proclaims he will supply the alcohol, while Taehyung promises to buy the weed.

“We’re going all out tonight!” Hoseok declares, setting alcohol bottles down on the kitchen counter. “Only the best for our future music mogul.” That night is probably one of the most fun parties of the year.

–

Jimin, too, finds his groove. He wasn’t sure what other goals he had besides trying to get his business degree. He knows that either he or his younger brother would have to start running his dad’s bakery one day. But before that, Jimin’s dad wants him to become a prosecutor…which Jimin wasn’t completely keen on doing.

But there is one thing he does like: dancing. Aside from majoring in business, he is minoring in dance just because it lets him have an outlet to explore his long-time passions. Working for a corporation after graduating seems like the next big move, but for someone like Jimin, he thrives in creative environments more than a boring office.

He’s been doing dance covers since high school and uploading them on YouTube.

Recently, a few of his dance performances with Hoseok started gaining recognition. This led to him asking Jimin to perform in the college dance team’s performance for the university’s end-of-the-year culture fest, as well as choreograph it. He was initially nervous, as he hasn’t done something like this in so long, but you and your other two boyfriends attended his rehearsals, supporting him and cheering him on.

After he killed the performance amazingly with his fellow dancers, Jimin has new aspirations in mind.

“I talked to my parents earlier, more specifically my dad,” Jimin says, laying his head on your lap and looking up at you. “Told him I want to take dance seriously and make it my career.”

“Oh? What did he say about that?” you ask curiously, your fingers running gently through his hair.

“He was a little hesitant at first. You know, trying to nicely say it’s not financially stable.” You hum softly at his words, understanding the concern. “But then he said I could work an office job and dance at one of those professional dance studios during my free time. When I’d make enough, I could leave that job and stick to dance.”

You smile down at him, admiration shining in your eyes. “That sounds like a good plan to work towards. At least he’s supportive, even if he’s worried.”

Jimin nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I’m glad he didn’t outright dismiss it. I just need to prove to him—and to myself—that I can make it work.”

“You can do it, Jimin. You’re an amazing dancer. With your talent and determination, there’s no way you won’t succeed,” you say, your voice filled with conviction. “You’ve made it this far after all.”

He reaches up, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “Really? You think I could aim for 1Million Dance Studio?”

“Pfft.” You say, grinning. “You are the Jimin Park, after all. Son of the famed Magnate Bakery’s Hyunsoo Park.”

“This is one of the many reasons I love you, babe. Thank you.” He laughs, an angelic sound that fills the room, and cuddles further into your lap, making you laugh at his clinginess.

–

As for Namjoon, he has switched his study abroad program to the summer instead of the fall semester. Being the (slightly) possessive boyfriend that he is, he can’t bear being away for that long. Especially this early on in the relationship when he is worried other guys would try to get at you. But you reassure him that it won’t happen, Jimin and Yoongi are with you anyway.

Despite you rarely seeing Jaebeom around after he got the biggest hint that you already had… others, Namjoon sometimes worries you’ll sway.

One evening, as you sit together in your cozy living room studying for finals with Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok and Jin, Namjoon brings up his concerns. "You’re not gonna randomly break up with me… or all of us while I’m gone right?" he asks, his voice tinged with unease. "What if Jaebeom tries to get at you again? Or Mingyu? I know he’s such an attractive guy and you–"

You interrupt him mid-rant and take his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "Namjoon, you know I love you. I love Jimin and Yoongi too. You don’t have to worry about anyone else getting in the way. And besides, these Beta guys will keep protecting me too, right guys?"

Taehyung looks up from his notes and grins. "Absolutely! No one's getting past us!"

Jungkook nods vigorously. "We’ve got her back, Namjoon. Always."

Hoseok chimes in, flashing a bright smile. "Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll keep all those weird frat boys, international students, and businessmen away."

Jin, ever the voice of reason, adds, "You’ve got nothing to worry about, Namjoon. It’s literally summer session too, who the fuck is going to be around here anyways."

Namjoon smiles, albeit a bit shyly. "I know, I know. It’s just me being paranoid.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing. "Thanks, guys. I mean it.” 

Taehyung chimes in, hitting you with his elbow, “If anything, our little Honey should be worried that her boyfriend won’t find another pretty girl while he’s in Korea.”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging Taehyung back. "Oh, please. Namjoon is too obsessed with me, reading books and looking at art to notice anyone else."

"Very offended you would even think I would do that, Tae." Namjoon narrows his eyes at him, smacking him on the shoulder. "I’m only going to Korea to study at Yonsei, and I’m taking a really cool contemporary art class taught by a famous art conservator and historian. Plus, there’s this student organization I want to join that focuses on integrating art and social change. That’s what’s going to keep me busy."

Taehyung laughs, rubbing his shoulder. "Ah! Okay, okay, I get it. Mr. ‘Studious Foo’. Never mind."

Not long after, Yoongi and Jimin come home carrying bags of BB.Q Chicken and a selection of Korean beers they picked up from H-Mart downtown. The enticing aroma of fried chicken fills the room as they unpack the boxes, revealing an array of golden, crispy goodness as well as sides of white radish in cups and french fries. One box contains your favorite: Soy Garlic flavored chicken, a perfect blend of sweet and savory that you always have to make sure Yoongi orders instead of the original flavor. The other box holds Yangnyeom chicken, coated in a vibrant red sauce that provides a sweet and spicy kick that Jungkook and Jimin are obsessed with. You all gather around the dining table, the spread of chicken and cold beers inviting you all to indulge. The clinking of bottles and the sound of laughter fills the room as everyone settles in. Yoongi pours the beer, its crisp, refreshing taste pairing perfectly with the rich flavors of the chicken.

As you start eating, Namjoon begins to share details about his upcoming study abroad program. He speaks animatedly about his itinerary, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

“That sounds really cool, Joonie,” you say, genuinely happy for him. “You’ve always been so passionate about art and using it to make a difference, so I’m glad you have the chance to discover more about that.”

"Thank you my love," Namjoon says, his smile growing. "It's a dream come true, really. And I promise, I’ll keep in touch as much as I can. Video calls, texts, everything."

Jimin, who has been quietly listening, chimes in, "We'll make sure she’s too busy to even think about other guys, hyung. Don't worry about that."

Yoongi smirks, giving Namjoon a playful nudge. "And we’ll show you proof too.”

These nights��eating delicious food, savoring Korean beers, and sharing laughs and dreams with your closest friends—are moments you cherished deeply. 

However, there is a bittersweet realization looming: Hoseok and Jin are about to graduate. Soon, these carefree gatherings will change. The thought tugs at your heart as you look around the table, capturing the smiles and laughter etched into your memory. You silently vow to hold onto these precious moments, knowing they will become even more precious with time.

– 

About two weeks later, Jin graduated from college. The whole house attends the ceremony, each of you holding flower bouquets or some sort of gift to congratulate him. It is a hot afternoon, sun blazing throughout the 2-hour commencement ceremony while the friends and families sitting on the bleachers are excited and proud.

After the ceremony ends, you all gather down on the soccer field. Jin’s brother, mom, dad, pregnant sister-in-law, and nephew have already arrived to congratulate Jin. 

Namjoon, who has been unusually secretive lately, suddenly opens a decently large case he had brought with him. Upon opening it, he pulls out his old saxophone, the one he hasn’t touched since high school. He immediately starts playing it, a catchy tune filling the air. Everyone turns to him in surprise, especially Hoseok.

"Why on earth did you bring that out after so long?" Hoseok asks, his eyebrow raising in curiosity.

Namjoon grins, positioning the saxophone and taking a deep breath. "It's a bet I made with Jin during his freshman year," he explains. "I told him that if he actually graduated on time, I'd serenade him with the 'Epic Sax Guy' song from the 2010 Eurovision."

The group bursts into laughter, Jin included, who is now shaking his head with a wide smile. "I can't believe you remembered that," He says, amusement clear in his voice.

Namjoon continues to play, and all of you around him can’t help but laugh and cheer, clapping along to the music. Jin is doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his face as he watches his friend fulfill an old, ridiculous bet.

Jieun approaches you, wearing a white dress under her graduation gown, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. She glances at your three boyfriends, who are behind you, laughing and teasing Jin. He looks both amused and embarrassed by the attention he's receiving from people around him after Namjoon's serenade.

"You think you'll be okay, Honey?" Jieun asks, her gaze shifting from the boys to you. Her question is gentle, but her eyes are sharp, taking in every detail.

Your cheeks redden. "I still can't believe you caught on to everything months before anyone else, Jieun."

She grins, a twinkle in her eye. "Of course. Nothing gets past me! Just wasn’t sure whether I was understanding things right." She jokes, giving your arm a light squeeze.

You smile at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "But to answer your question, yeah, I think so. We've got a good thing going, and we'll make it work."

Her expression softens, and she steps closer, pulling you into a hug. "I’m glad. I really do think you guys are meant for each other. Just like soulmates."

Soulmates. The word resonates deeply with you. All of the signs from the past just point out to that after all. It just took a little longer for you and them to realize it.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Jieun continues, shifting the conversation.

"I'll be moving in less than 24 hours to LA to start my first job in entertainment next Monday. You better come down and visit me, alright?" She gently pokes your cheek, making you giggle.

"Oh woah! I will!"

"And don't forget about what I told you back in April. If you’re still interested, I’ll help you get there."

You nod eagerly, feeling a surge of determination, before you're interrupted by Soohyun, Hwasa, and Soyoon, who come over to bombard Jieun with their congratulatory flower bouquets.

As you watch the joyful scene, you can't help but reflect on your own future. After all, your boyfriends had started thinking about their careers, it makes you realize that maybe you should start getting your shit together as well. You are now their girlfriend with the potential to become their wife, which leads you to talk to Jieun, who was a senior in your department, about your future. Your career.

As a psych major and theater minor, her goal is to go into the entertainment industry and become an actress or go into hospitality in this field. And being a business major and psych minor yourself, hearing her stories about her internship from last summer made you realize you want to consider getting into this industry as well. Jimin and Yoongi will be involved in it due to dance and music, and Namjoon will be consequentially also in it due to working in art, so it will make sense. Maybe this is something you will start looking into as you approach your last two years of college.

As the day draws to a close, you find yourself standing with your boyfriends, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over the soccer field. Jin’s friends and families surround him, laughter and chatter filling the air. Namjoon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Ready to head home and party?" he asks, his voice soft and comforting.

You nod, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Hell yeah!"

++++++++++++

June 21 [Friday]

The sun is scorching as you stand outside feeling the summer heatwave pound down on you. However, your relief for quenching your thirst is suddenly gone as your hand lets go of your iced peach tea. You stare blankly at the building in front of you.

“You’re… going to lease an apartment for all four of us?” You manage to word out, turning back to look at Namjoon and Yoongi in shock.

Namjoon now sports a buzzcut, a new look he wanted to try after seeing how stress-free Sanyawn was with his own buzzcut. The change suits him well, and he looks undeniably hot. He’s wearing a slightly ill-fitted navy blue shirt that shows off his toned arms and a pair of khaki shorts, perfect for the summer heat. His new haircut accentuates his strong jawline and expressive eyes, giving him an edgy yet clean appearance.

Yoongi’s hair has progressively gotten longer, with some locks now cascading down to his shoulders. You were always used to his hair being side-swept or even in a bowl cut, but this new length is more than alluring. Dressed in a loose white linen graphic tee and jorts, Yoongi exudes an effortless cool despite the weather. The longer hair frames his face beautifully, highlighting his sharp features and giving him an almost ethereal doll-like look.

Jimin stands beside you, his hair now a striking blonde. He always talked about dyeing his hair but was hesitant to take the plunge until last week when Jungkook spontaneously decided to help him do it. It could’ve gone really badly, but it turned out incredibly well. He looks prettier than ever, the blonde contrasting perfectly with his warm skin tone. Jimin is wearing a white t-shirt and ripped jeans, a playful and stylish summer outfit that complements his new hair color.

“Uh, I mean, why not? We’re dating after all. Think it would be better for us.” Yoongi shrugs, walking towards the side gate entrance of the apartment complex and going inside. Jimin helps grab your sad, empty plastic cup on the ground and throw it in a nearby bin. You just got it on the way here and were barely halfway done with it. Nonetheless, the three of you follow along behind him on this self-guided apartment tour. 

“But…what about Beta Tau Sigma? The house?” Your words sound sad. “Are we not living there even after Seokjin and Hoseok graduate?”

You were only there for a little less than a year, but managed to become so much closer to the guys who you’d only share a few words with and maybe some small talk prior to living with them. What’s going to happen to them now? The house being two stories and having 4 rooms made it rather expensive to live in, especially in the area you are in. With 8 people living in it, there wasn’t much difficulty in getting the bills paid, and still having enough for other things like tuition and whatever fun stuff we had. 

You’ve been working in the library since your freshman year, and while you didn’t talk about it much, the guys had jobs to contribute to the costs as well. Namjoon works at a local art gallery near campus with San Yawn. Jimin works at the Admissions building and does campus tours to visiting students (which usually always charms them to enroll). Yoongi does freelance producing work for some studios in the area. Taehyung works late nights at a jazz club while Jungkook works reception at the gym. Hoseok is a dance instructor at a local community center and Jin… Jin doesn’t work. His rich parents have been really supportive to help provide for the other expenses.

“They’re planning to move out sometime in January. Jin just graduated and Hoseok is graduating in December. They don’t know if they’ll still be around, so Taehyung and Jungkook won’t be able to cover all the costs on their own. They’re looking to rent an apartment here too.” Namjoon adds.

A silence falls as the reality of things changing settles in.

“Can’t believe this is the end of Beta Tau Sigma…” Jimin mumbles, which doesn’t go unheard by the rest of you guys.

“For now. If things start looking good for us post-grad, maybe we’ll rent a new house together that’s even bigger. It was feeling a bit cramped in the last few months, not gonna lie.” Namjoon puts an arm around you, “But for now, we need some privacy…” He smirks at you, which makes your eyes roll.

“What he wants to say is that we can’t fuck you on the kitchen table at the BTS house.” Yoongi bluntly says, making you choke on your spit. Namjoon and Jimin begin to hit your back, which makes it worse with multiple hits.

“Hyung!” Namjoon and Jimin yell at the older man, who shrugs. 

“Oh my god…” It’s an understatement to say you are feeling half nervous and half horny at the thought of being fucked on every surface of your new home by your three boyfriends. Are you even going to survive that?

After a couple of months of being together, most of those times you’ve taken turns having sex with all three of them. At times, maybe one boyfriend would be in the room watching you and another getting it on. But as they mentioned, it’s not particularly easy to have sex as a group when you live with 4 other guys. Keeping quiet is not a simple task. You could’ve sworn you overhead Taehyung saying to Jimin and Jungkook that he got off of the sounds you and the guys were making one of those nights. And maybe you haven’t been able to look him in the eye since!

“You guys know I’m up for anything,” you say with a grin, giving them a thumbs-up, which earns you bashful smiles in return.

"Give it a few weeks while Namjoon is away, and you're all ours," Jimin teases, winking mischievously. “You know what an Eiffel tower is?”

“I–”

"H-Hey, that's not fair!" Namjoon protests, though his smile betrays his playful spirit.

After Jimin’s teasing comment, you all decide it is time to go check out the new apartment. 

Upon entering the place itself, you are greeted by a spacious living room with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The kitchen is modern and sleek, and there are three bedrooms, one for each of your boyfriends. The best part is the balcony overlooking the pool, a perfect spot for late-night talks and relaxing evenings.

“This place is beautiful!” you exclaim, twirling around in the living room. “You guys did great!”

“We thought you’d like it,” Namjoon says, grinning proudly.

“We should start moving in right away,” Yoongi suggests, already planning how to arrange the furniture. “Makes things easier before we start to get busy this summer.”

You nod excitedly in response, which makes him lean in close to you and kiss your temple.

A part of your heart breaks knowing that you won’t be back at that house on a daily, but no matter what, you’re ready for a new beginning with your soulmates.

–

Over the next couple of days, you all work together to move in. It’s a whirlwind of unpacking boxes, arranging furniture, and hanging up decorations. Namjoon proves to be surprisingly meticulous, insisting on organizing the bookshelf by genre. Jimin and Yoongi spend hours setting up a cozy corner with bean bags and a record player.

Finally, with everything in place, you all decide to celebrate with a pool party with friends at the apartment complex. The sun is shining, and the air is filled with the sounds of laughter and splashing water. 

This is truly what life is.

“Uugh~” 

“Fuck baby, stay still while I fuck your tiny pussy.” Namjoon whispers as he lifts your ass to thrust at a better angle. You are currently trying to balance yourself with your noodle arm on the couch as Yoongi enters in and out of your mouth and you use your other hand to pleasure Jimin’s cock. 

You were enjoying the party not long ago, and then once it ended, they immediately came back in with you, locked the door and closed the blinds. You guess the black swimsuit you bought really enticed them through the day. 

Now you’re being overstimulated to the brim. Your body is going to ache tomorrow for sure.

“This fucking bikini… Were you trying to kill us?” Yoongi chuckles, his hips are moving more frantically now, chasing his orgasm with little regard for how obvious his movements are. 

“So fucking slutty wearing that in front of the guys.” Namjoon moans quietly. “Let me breed you before I leave you to Yoongi and Jimin.” He snickers, making you whine as your cheeks heat up. Not long after the first couple of times with Namjoon, you found out he has a size kink, a breeding kink, and a slight degradation kink. It’s so interesting to see the contrast from being a golden retriever on a normal daily basis.

Namjoon pulls out and snaps his hips back into you, burying himself inside you over and over again, his movements make your brain go fuzzy as he uses his knee to push your legs further apart, from this angle he reaches deeper inside you, his fat tip prodding at your cervix. He presses his large hand right above your womb to feel himself moving inside, the feeling sends you over the edge as well, and your walls squeeze him, robbing him of all breath. 

“Shit..” Is all he manages as his climax hits him unexpectedly, you feel him spill inside you painting your walls white. Yoongi follows, making you swallow the cum as Jimin paints your tits with his own.

+++++++++++++

July 9th [Monday]

A few weeks later, Namjoon is in Korea, settling into his study abroad program. It has been years since he was last in Korea, back when he was just a kid before he moved to the US. Now, as he overlooks the sprawling Seoul skyline from his dorm window, he can’t help but think about how much his life has changed since then—especially after meeting you, his next-door neighbor. He often daydreamed about bringing you here one day, showing you all the places that meant so much to him. He’d start with Ilsan, his hometown, then Daegu, where Yoongi was from, and finally, Busan, where Jimin’s mom currently lives.

But those daydreams will have to wait. 

For now, he has to focus on his studies and then think of the future. Namjoon opens his planner, filling it with various assignments he has received for the semester. He makes a note to visit the National Museum of Korea in the coming days for one of his assignments. As he glances at the date, he suddenly realizes something important.

“July 10th here… Wait… July 9th. It’s baby’s birthday in the States,” he muttered to himself. “Damn, I was so busy getting settled here that I almost forgot.” Just as he is about to panic, his phone buzzes with a video call notification. It’s you.

Wasting no time, he answers the call, looking forward to seeing your face after a few days of not seeing it virtually.

But it isn’t your face, it’s Jimin’s.

“Hi Hyung! You didn’t wish our baby happy birthday earlier so…” He switches the camera view, showing Namjoon what appears to be you, receiving backshots from Jimin as you suck on Yoongi’s dick. “We wanted to show you what you were missing.”

Eiffel Tower.

Namjoon's eyes widen as he watches the video. He can’t believe what he is seeing, but a small smile creeps onto his face.

Jimin passes the phone over to Yoongi, who holds the phone close to your face, showing his dick going in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” Namjoon's hand slowly inches inside his sweatpants, palming his cock slightly.

“Baby, show your daddy how good you’re taking me,” Yoongi said seductively.

You smile playfully, your eyes locked with Namjoon's eyes on the phone. You slowly take Yoongi's dick deeper into your mouth, swallowing and pulling back before starting all over again. Jimin and Yoongi sigh contentedly, their eyes never leaving yours.

Namjoon watches, mesmerized by the sight. His heart races as he stares at the beauty of your body, your lips wrapped around Yoongi's dick. 

He feels a wave of longing and desire wash over him, making him pull out his own dick to stroke it as he watches you be taken by his two best friends.

The sound of your moans and their groans fill his ears as he continues to watch. His mind races with thoughts of the three of you together. 

Jimin and Yoongi's bodies move in perfect harmony with each other, their sweaty skin slapping against your soft lips. Namjoon's own cock twitches in his hand, unable to hold back his own arousal any longer. He wonders if the three of you are thinking of him as he watches, if you are fucking with the intention of sharing your pleasure with him.

Namjoon eyes widen as Yoongi sets the phone down, propping it up so Namjoon can get a full view of you being fucked and Yoongi making out with Jimin.

He can see your body arching, Yoongi's dick sliding in and out of you as you reach down to stroke Jimin's dick. Jimin moans into Yoongi's mouth, his own hand moving faster on his own cock. The sight of you pleasuring the two of them is more than Namjoon can take. 

He begins stroking himself faster, desperate for an orgasm.

As you begin to scream, Yoongi and Jimin follow suit, their orgasms filling the air. You collapse onto the bed, panting, as the three of them kiss and cuddle. Namjoon's own orgasm hits him like a freight train, his eyes locked onto the screen as he comes, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Fuck.

He needs to get through this semester abroad, make connections, come home and take care of you all for the rest of your lives.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He huffs before you wave with the laziest and most fucked out smile ever.

“I m-miss you.” You say before Yoongi ends the call to continue whatever he and Jimin have planned for your birthday night.

++++++++++++

September 6th [Friday]

“What are your thoughts on having kids?”

You nearly choke on your water, sputtering and coughing as you set the glass down. 

“Kim Namjoon!?” you manage to say, eyes wide with surprise. It hasn’t even been a full week since Namjoon returned from Korea, and here he is, bringing up such a huge question out of nowhere.

Namjoon looks at you with a calm, thoughtful expression, leaning back on the couch with Jimin and Yoongi on either of his sides, eating snacks while catching up on One Piece. “I’ve just been thinking a lot, especially after being away. I mean, it’s not like I’m saying we should have kids right now… or ever, but... I’m curious about your thoughts on it.”

You blink, still processing the sudden shift in conversation. “Well, honestly, I don’t really want to have kids…”

You’ve never had motherly instincts or felt like a caretaking figure. You have a younger sibling, but you’re only a few years apart in age, similar to Jimin and his brother or Namjoon and his sister, so it doesn’t require you to take on much responsibility. Plus, the things you’ve read online about pregnancy heavily scare you. You refuse to do it.

Silence proceeds, making you a little nervous. “I… Uh, could we opt for cats?” You suggest, giggling awkwardly.

“Okay but…” You start, knowing you’re gonna regret even saying this. “Maybe… just maybe… I’ll consider having one child. You guys just have to rock paper scissors that.”

Namjoon chuckles, his eyes softening. “If that’s what you want, sure. As long as we get three and we each get to name them.”

Yoongi smirks, leaning back. “I call for naming one Gyul!” You remember it means Tangerine in Korean, and it fits Yoongi’s vibe perfectly.

Jimin’s face lights up. “I’ll go with Marimo, like the moss ball,” he adds, making you laugh at the thought of a fluffy cat named after a plant.

You take a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. “Okay but…” you start, knowing you’re going to regret even saying this. “Maybe… just maybe… I’ll consider having one child. You guys just have to rock paper scissors for that.”

“Really?!” Namjoon’s eyes widen, excited by the potential.

The room erupts in laughter, the tension dissipating. “Rock paper scissors to decide who gets the honor, huh?” Yoongi grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess that’s one way to settle it.”

“Let’s decide now!” Jimin’s competitive nature kicks in, and he’s already positioning his hand for the game.

“Wait, wait!” You laugh, holding up your hands. “We’re still in college! Let’s give it several years for us to get settled with everything and our careers–”

“What about marriage? That can happen sooner right?” Yoongi’s eyes gleam with curiosity and a hint of excitement.

You blink, taken aback. “Marriage?”

You’re not gonna lie. You have thought about this one.

It would be difficult to get married to all three of them in a country where polyamory isn’t…legal. And there’s also the whole thing with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin’s parents being Korean and religious. That would most certainly give some or even all of their families heart attacks. So what were you thinking would be a good solution to this.

Legally marry only one of them.

And surprisingly you already have someone in mind for this.

“Your face is telling us you have thought about it.” Namjoon chuckles.

“What!? No way.” After cleaning the spill from earlier, you turn to sit on the loveseat, holding your bag of Lay’s Sea Salt & Vinegar chips with your glass of wine. These are your go-to snacks after all… well right after the Banana Kick Korean Cheetos that your local H-mart ran out of.

“So who did you have in mind, or are we also playing rock, paper, scissors for this?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“I have someone in mind, but I’m not gonna say yet!” You say, then eat your chips. “I don’t think I’ll change my mind, but you can always try to win me over…perhaps.”

Namjoon chuckles, leaning forward. “You’re really going to keep us in suspense, huh?”

Yoongi smirks, nudging Namjoon. “Better step up your game, Joon. Looks like you’ve got some competition.” He gestures to himself and Jimin.

Jimin laughs, popping a cheese ball into his mouth. “Challenge accepted. Just wait and see, Y/N.”

Is this really going to be another virginity race with them? 

You roll your eyes at their silliness. "I do not want to see this turn into a competition again, guys. So let’s just go with the flow. This is a democracy!" you declare, trying to maintain a light-hearted atmosphere about this before they start a fight over this.

Namjoon leans back comfortably on the couch, his expression thoughtful. "Fair enough," he concedes, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "But you know we're all going to do our best to win you over for this."

Yoongi chuckles softly, leaning in closer. "That's right. We'll make sure you know why we're the best choice," he says with a playful smirk.

Jimin nods eagerly, reaching for the wine bottle on the coffee table to refill his glass. "You can count on it," he chimes in, his gaze lingering on you with affection.

Outside, the last rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting fleeting patterns on the floor. The evening breeze rustles the leaves outside, a gentle reminder that time continues to move on. Inside, amidst the comfortable familiarity of your new shared space with your boyfriends, you take a moment to savor the scene, knowing there’s more to this love story with your soulmates for years to come.

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Fin.

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Hi everyone. I just want to thank you all for reading this fic since it was released almost one year ago, August 29th, 2023. As I mentioned before, I had actually thought up this fic on May 29, 2020 and fleshed it out a little more on May 26, 2021. I have a whole character chart on activities/personalities/etc and the first half of chapter 1 up until Yoongi and Reader got ready to go to the Gamma Party. Though, I never got to writing more than that as I ended up getting hired for my first job after college not long after. Last year I got laid off from said job, but there were many issues that had me on thin ice and burnout. Sometimes I wonder if I should've stayed longer and carried on with it. But nonetheless, this leads me to a lot of great small opportunities I’ve found in the past year through networking and meeting amazing people in the music industry. It also gave me time to be like, “I guess maybe I could go back to writing this fic now that I have too much time on my hands…”

I have written fics in the past, but never managed to finish any series. Well, there was an Attack on Titan fic with several thousands of reads on Wattpad, but i will not comment on this further haha.  So this was truly my return to writing. It’s funny because I had initially not planned the fic to end up this way. Yoonminjoon have been my bias line for the last 4 years, so I knew that’s the delusional focus I wanted. But definitely had various drafts and plans that could’ve gone differently. But to spoil you on some of those initial ideas…

The original fic plan had more emphasis on Jaebeom throughout the story as  (somewhat) an antagonist that would be dating Reader until Yoonminjoon would realize their feelings throughout the story and eventually snatch her away not long after the first 4 chapaters. Jaebeom was my GOT7 bias for a long time before I fell out of the fandom.

not an initial idea but aside from the poly / fwb stuff, there were a lot of events in this fic based on things that happen to me when i was in college a few years ago. i somehow had a pretty wholesome experience, but did have many guy friends than girl friends in college so that did help me in relationship dynamic writing

Other notes I had from 2020 drafts: [Joon, Jimin, Tae and Y/N work at Joon’s family coffee shop on the weekends. Yoongi goes back home sometimes to help his mom at their family restaurant, but mostly works as an underground composer and sells beats. Hobi works on campus in the library. Jin is...rich. Koo works at a chicken place.] Obviously most of this did not happen in this fic, as mentioned earlier in this chapter with changed job responsibilities. Though the one job mainly mentioned in the story was Reader working in the library.

Had more smoking, (light) drugs, etc. use involved. It’s mainly alcohol and weed, but even then it wasn’t heavily done which makes me want to go back and add more of this later on.

Not really initial notes but age/year timeline in this fic for anyone confused

Seniors: Jin, Hoseok (graduated high school early)

Juniors: Namjoon, Yoongi

Sophomores: Reader, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkoo

Jimin cheating on Irene to get with Reader

I really wanted to do this because I wanted Irene to be more involved in the story, but that would make it too messy and dragged out. I would’ve had to make this story like 25 chapters if that were the case. 

Also I don’t personally think Jimin would cheat on his gf in this fic or irl, so I didn’t want to write him like that. I had to break them up before he could do anything else.

Jackson 

was supposed to be a bigger character in the series… but i accidentally did reduce him to “Jackson the party host”... but at least he’s Hoseok’s close friend  and show up often

Jin

I wanted to tie in more of the frat activities and dynamics in this fic as BTS is an unofficial frat on campus and he’s the leader of it, but I honestly don’t think was too important and could take away from the actual story

Jin was supposed to kick out Reader from the house as her relationships with her best friends got too messy and complex, though he didn’t want to do it.

Jihyo

Jihyo was supposed to date Namjoon longer and break up with him during the party where Reader ran into Yeonjun. Timeline should’ve been: Namjoon is at the TXT frat party with Jihyo -> Namjoon fights Yeonjun to protect reader -> Reader is shocked and upset -> Jihyo is confused and Namjoon comes clean about his feelings for Reader -> Break Up -> Namjoon confesses to Reader 

I also wanted Jihyo to send the “confession” text to Reader regarding what Namjoon said at the Gamma Party much sooner, so when she saw Namjoon at the TXT frat party, she would know everything. But I couldn’t find a way to tie it in earlier during her fight with Yoonmin. Very messy stuff.

I thought Jihyo was the best choice as Namjoon’s side “love” interest in 2020/2021, but once all the Namjoon and Soyoon friendship photos started coming out, I kinda of abandoned Jihyo and changed my focus to Soyoon.

Soyoon

Soyoon takes on the side girl best friend role that Jihyo would’ve eventually had

Soyoon was supposed to date Namjoon briefly, but it was too messy to write in, so I just made Reader have initial suspicions before the truth came out in Ch 8

Reader and Namjoon weren’t supposed to sleep together after the Yeonjun fight. Soyoon was supposed to act as a wingman for Joon so he could apologize to Reader and then they would have their first time in the library. But I wrote things definitely so it wouldn’t end up like that.

Jungkook 

Jungkook was supposed to be closer and more clingy to Reader. They have a close relationship, but I felt that it interfered with other things in the story, so I left it with the mention that he had a little crush on her and would hang out with her often.

Jungkook is the end game if Reader didn’t end up with Yoonminjoon. (hehe)

Namjoon

If there was only one end game from Yoonminjoon, it would’ve been Namjoon for obvious reasons.

If Reader ran into Namjoon right after her fight with yoonmin, that would’ve changed everything and lead him to be end game. I discussed with Rae about these through texts after I dropped Ch 8.

Yoongi

Initially planned for him to not be caught so soon by Jimin, but honestly, didn’t want to drag it out and didn’t know how to tie it better

Should’ve been more Yoongi smut scenes

I don’t know when or if I’ll ever write another series as it’s very time consuming. But for the LUL universe, I still have the LA LA LOST YOU prequel with Reader’s relationship with Yeonjun almost done. IDC (i don’t care) is another series I’ve been thinking of releasing filled with WHAT IFs~ (...Reader picked Namjoon, Reader picked Yoongi, Reader picked Jimin, Reader picks everyone in Beta Tau Sigma?, Reader slept with Jaebeom at the party, etc.). But all of that will have to wait. Let me know your thoughts in the meantime though!

Until then, thank you for all your support, and hopefully we meet again.

With luv, @melancholy-of-nadia

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The sun spilled lazily through the living room curtains, golden beams dancing across the mess of limbs and blankets on the floor and couches. The soft rise and fall of breaths filled the quiet space, the boys still tangled up in a collective heap from the night before. Felix was curled up with his head on Jisung's stomach, Minho was propped awkwardly against Chan's shoulder, and Jeongin was somehow on the floor, half-tucked under a blanket Changbin had draped over him in the middle of the night.

The apartment was serene, peaceful—until the faint creak of a door broke the silence.

Seoyoon stepped out of her room, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she shuffled toward the kitchen. Her plan was to grab some water and slip out for her usual morning jog, but the sight in the living room stopped her dead in her tracks. She blinked at the scene before her, her heart giving a funny little squeeze.

All eight boys were sprawled together, snuggled up like a pack of puppies. Felix’s soft snores mixed with the occasional mutter from Jisung, who looked like he was dreaming about something. Chan’s head was tilted back slightly, his face peaceful, while Minho’s arm was loosely draped over his lap. Even Seungmin, who normally kept to himself, had his head resting against Hyunjin’s shoulder.

It was… adorable.

Seoyoon stood there for a moment, caught between wanting to laugh and feeling like she’d just stumbled into some kind of Hallmark movie. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, but it wasn’t enough to keep her presence unnoticed.

“...Yoonie?” came a sleepy mumble. Chan stirred first, his eyes half-lidded as he blinked at her. His groggy voice sent a shiver down her spine—deep, husky, and far too attractive for this early in the morning.

“Oh, uh, good morning!” Seoyoon stammered, suddenly very aware of how oversized her joggers and hoodie looked on her. “I didn’t mean to interrupt…”

“Seoyoon?” Jisung’s voice piped up next, though it was muffled since Felix’s head was still on his stomach. He squinted at her before breaking into a sleepy grin. “Morning, Yoonie. Did you come to join the cuddle party?”

Felix stirred at that, sitting up and stretching with a small yawn. “There’s room,” he added with a mischievous smile, patting the small space between him and Hyunjin.

Seoyoon laughed softly, shaking her head. “I think I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.”

One by one, the boys began waking up, groaning and stretching as the reality of morning settled in. Jeongin blinked blearily at Seoyoon, his cheeks still squished from the pillow he’d been sleeping on. “Morning, noona,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning, Jeongin,” she replied, her voice softer now, touched by the warmth in his greeting.

“Wait, why are you up so early?” Changbin asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and adjusted the blanket around his shoulders.

“Just heading out for a jog,” Seoyoon said, lifting the water bottle she’d been holding. “But I didn’t expect to find all of you like… this.”

Minho smirked, sitting up and running a hand through his tousled hair. “This? You mean cozy and adorable? We know.”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes playfully. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Chan chuckled, his voice still carrying that deep, morning rasp. “We must’ve fallen asleep talking last night. No one wanted to move, I guess.”

Hyunjin yawned dramatically, stretching his arms above his head. “Blame Chan. He got all sentimental about Seoyoon and kept us up.”

Seoyoon’s cheeks flushed instantly, her wide eyes darting to Chan. “What—what do you mean?”

Chan raised his hands defensively, though the corner of his lips twitched up in a small smile. “I was just telling them about how strong you are. That’s all.”

“Strong?” Minho echoed, a teasing edge in his voice. He turned to Seoyoon, his gaze sweeping over her in a way that made her stomach flip. “I mean, she does have that quiet, mysterious vibe. I guess that’s kind of hot.”

“Minho,” Seoyoon said, her voice an octave higher as her face burned. She looked anywhere but at him, but her eyes landed on Chan, who was watching her with an amused expression.

“What?” Minho continued, leaning back on his hands. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jisung piped up, though the grin on his face betrayed his words. “I think she’s terrifying. In a good way.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Seoyoon said, her tone flustered as she waved her hands. “You guys are impossible.”

Chan chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

The air in the room shifted slightly, a teasing yet charged energy lingering between her, Chan, and Minho. Seoyoon’s heart raced as she stumbled over her words, her brain short-circuiting under their combined gazes.

“I—I need to go!” she blurted out, gripping her water bottle like a lifeline. She turned on her heel and practically fled to the door, her face burning.

Behind her, the boys erupted into laughter, their voices echoing through the apartment.

By the time Seoyoon returned from her jog, the apartment was buzzing with activity. The boys were moving around the space, getting ready for their respective schedules. Jisung was in the kitchen, pouring cereal into a bowl while Felix brewed coffee. Hyunjin was leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, and Seungmin was in the living room, folding the blankets they’d left behind.

“Welcome back!” Changbin called from his spot on the couch, where he was tying his sneakers. “Did you run a marathon or something?”

“Something like that,” Seoyoon said, her voice still tinged with embarrassment from earlier.

Chan appeared from the hallway, freshly showered and wearing a fitted black T-shirt that did nothing to calm her racing heart. “We’re heading out soon,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. “Do you need a ride anywhere?”

“I’m good,” Seoyoon replied quickly, avoiding his gaze as she headed to her room. “Thanks, though!”

As she closed her door behind her, she leaned against it and let out a long breath. Living with eight boys was proving to be far more chaotic—and far more distracting—than she’d ever anticipated.

As Seoyoon shut the door to her room, she dropped her water bottle onto the desk and sank into her chair. Her mind was still swirling from the chaotic energy of the morning, but there was a determined glint in her eye. If she was going to go through with this OnlyFans idea, she had to start somewhere.

She opened her laptop and began brainstorming. How do I keep this anonymous? she thought, chewing on her lip. After a few moments of deliberation, she grabbed a notepad and scribbled down some ideas.

"Stage name… something flirty but subtle," she muttered to herself, tapping the end of her pen against her chin. Her first few ideas were discarded as being too obvious or not unique enough. Finally, she wrote down a couple of options that felt right: VelvetMuse and LunaShade.

"Now for social media," she whispered, pulling up her browser. She created a new X account, carefully crafting the bio to sound alluring without revealing too much about herself: "Your favorite late-night muse ✨ | Come find me where dreams are made..." She smirked at the cleverness, feeling a rush of excitement at the anonymity.

She followed up with a few flirty posts to set the tone: "Ever wonder what goes on behind closed doors? 👀✨""Can’t sleep? Maybe I’ll help you dream instead… 💋"

Her heart raced as she hit “post,” a mix of nervousness and exhilaration coursing through her. It felt empowering, like she was reclaiming a part of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. She spent the next hour setting up other social media accounts, choosing images and captions carefully to keep her identity concealed.

apartment in warm, golden hues. Seoyoon was sprawled across her bed, pretending to scroll on her phone when she heard the door swing open and the usual chorus of voices fill the space.

“Yoonie, we’re back!” Jisung’s cheerful voice rang out.

“Come out and say hi, noona!” Jeongin called, his tone teasing as usual.

Seoyoon sighed and sat up, stretching before heading to the living room. As soon as she stepped out, she was met with Minho’s sharp gaze.

“Hey,” Minho said, his voice calm but pointed as he approached her. “When was the last time you ate?”

The question caught her off guard, and she hesitated for half a second too long. “Uh… I grabbed something earlier, before my jog,” she lied, her voice unsteady.

Minho’s brow arched, and the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting the urge to call her out. “Really?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Because you didn’t eat breakfast with us, and I didn’t see you grab anything when you got back.”

“I-I… I ate some fruit,” she stammered, avoiding his gaze.

“Fruit,” Minho repeated, his tone skeptical but not harsh. There was a long pause as he studied her, and the tension in the room became thick.

Before he could push further, Chan stepped in, placing a hand on Minho’s shoulder. “Let it go,” he said softly, his tone firm but understanding.

Minho let out a slow breath, his gaze softening slightly as he turned back to Seoyoon. “Fine,” he said, his voice gentler now. “But I’m making dinner, and you’re eating. No excuses.”

Seoyoon nodded, guilt gnawing at her chest. “Okay,” she said quietly.

Minho moved to the kitchen, pulling ingredients out of the fridge with practiced ease. The rest of the boys slowly gathered around, the atmosphere lightening as they began chatting and joking.

“Hyung, what are you making?” Felix asked, peeking over Minho’s shoulder.

“Stir-fried noodles,” Minho replied. “With chicken and veggies. Something simple.”

“I’ll cut the veggies!” Changbin volunteered, grabbing a cutting board.

“I’ll handle the sauce,” Seungmin added, rolling up his sleeves.

Seoyoon hovered near the counter, unsure of how to help. Hyunjin noticed her hesitation and nudged her playfully. “You could set the table,” he suggested with a grin. “Or supervise Minho. Make sure he doesn’t burn the noodles.”

“Hey!” Minho protested, glaring at Hyunjin. “I’m a great cook.”

“Sure, sure,” Hyunjin teased, dodging the towel Minho threw at him.

Seoyoon smiled, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. She grabbed plates and utensils, setting the table while listening to the boys banter. Jisung and Jeongin were arguing over who got to taste-test first, and Chan was trying (and failing) to keep the chaos under control.

When the food was finally ready, the group gathered around the table, laughter and chatter filling the room as they dug in. Minho kept a close eye on Seoyoon, making sure she actually ate, but he didn’t press her further. Instead, he handed her a plate with a small smile and said, “Eat up. You’ll need energy for tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Minho,” she said softly, her cheeks warming.

As the plates were cleared and the leftovers tucked away, Seoyoon found herself being ushered into the living room by Jeongin, who was sporting his signature shy smile. The other boys trailed in behind them, chatting and debating over what movie to watch.

“Something scary,” Hyunjin suggested, waggling his eyebrows playfully. “I think Seoyoon might appreciate some jump scares.”

“I’d prefer not to die of a heart attack tonight,” Seungmin deadpanned, flipping through the streaming service’s library.

“What about a rom-com?” Jisung piped up, plopping down dramatically on the couch. “Yoonie might like that better.”

“Or,” Chan interjected with a smirk, “we compromise. Let’s do a thriller—enough suspense to keep it interesting without it being too over the top.”

The group agreed, and a suspenseful psychological thriller was chosen. The lights were dimmed, and the living room filled with the cozy hum of muffled chatter as everyone found their spots. Seoyoon ended up wedged between Jeongin and Jisung, both of whom seemed content with the arrangement.

As the movie played, Seoyoon noticed Jeongin’s subtle movements. At first, it was just his knee brushing against hers, a soft touch so fleeting she thought it might have been accidental. Then his arm rested just slightly closer to hers on the couch’s armrest. His breathing seemed steadier, but there was a faint redness blooming across his cheeks whenever the screen flashed brightly, illuminating the room.

Seoyoon didn’t say anything, but a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. She leaned back into the couch, allowing the proximity without comment. Beside her, Jisung was far less subtle, laughing at the tense moments in the movie to diffuse his nerves.

When the credits rolled, the group broke into conversation about the film, dissecting the plot twists and characters.

“That was so predictable,” Minho scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I called the ending halfway through.”

“Sure, Mr. Genius,” Felix teased. “You also screamed when the door slammed shut.”

“That was a cheap jump scare,” Minho retorted with a smirk.

Seoyoon giggled at their banter, shaking her head. “I’m just impressed everyone stayed quiet during the big reveal. I thought Jisung was going to explode.”

“I was invested,” Jisung defended with a grin, his dimples showing.

no one was in a rush to leave. Instead, they stayed sprawled across the couches and floor, the atmosphere shifting into something softer and more personal.

“So, Seoyoon,” Chan began, leaning forward slightly, “we’ve told you bits and pieces about us, but do you have any questions? About… you know, how we make things work?”

The question caught her off guard, but the sincerity in Chan’s voice encouraged her to open up. “I guess I’ve been curious,” she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “How does it work, exactly? Being in a poly relationship with so many people? It seems… complicated.”

“It is,” Minho answered first, his voice smooth and confident. “But it’s also really rewarding. The most important thing is communication. If we didn’t talk about how we’re feeling, what we need, or what’s bothering us, it wouldn’t work.”

Felix nodded in agreement, his soft Australian accent adding warmth to his words. “We all have different dynamics with each other, and that’s what makes it special. It’s not like everyone feels the same way about everyone else—it’s more about finding a balance that works for all of us.”

Hyunjin chimed in, his tone light but earnest. “And honestly, it’s not just about romance. We’re a family, first and foremost. We look out for each other.”

Seoyoon listened intently, her gaze flickering between them. “That makes sense,” she said softly. “But what happens when someone… I don’t know, feels left out?”

“That’s where the communication comes in,” Chan said. “We’re not perfect, and there are times when someone feels a little disconnected. But we make it a priority to address those feelings. No one gets left behind.”

Jisung grinned, nudging Seoyoon playfully. “You’d be surprised how much effort we put into making sure everyone feels loved. We’re like an army of affection.”

The comment earned a laugh from Seoyoon, and she felt a warm blush creep up her neck. “It sounds… nice. A little overwhelming, maybe, but nice.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone,” Seungmin said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. “But it works for us. And who knows…” He trailed off, giving her a teasing glance. “Maybe you’ll get used to it.”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You guys are something else.”

As the conversation continued, the teasing grew more playful. Minho leaned against the armrest, his gaze fixed on Seoyoon with a mischievous glint. “So, Yoonie,” he began, his voice low and smooth, “if you did join a poly relationship, who do you think you’d click with the most?”

Seoyoon’s eyes widened, and she immediately waved her hands in protest. “Oh, no. No way. I’m not answering that.”

Chan chuckled, his dimples deepening as he leaned back in his seat. “Why not? It’s a harmless question.”

“It’s a trap,” Seoyoon said, narrowing her eyes playfully.

“Maybe,” Minho teased, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “But I think we all know you’ve already got your favorites.”

The room filled with laughter, and Seoyoon felt her face heat up. “You’re all impossible,” she muttered, hiding her face behind her hands.

“Impossible but lovable,” Felix quipped, flashing her a wink.

Eventually, the group began to wind down, everyone splitting off to get ready for bed or finish up last-minute tasks. Seoyoon retreated to her room with a smile on her face, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

But as she closed her door and glanced at her laptop, the reminder of her secret project brought a mix of excitement and apprehension. She took a deep breath, resolving to take things one step at a time. For now, she was content with the warmth and chaos of the boys’ company. The soft glow of Seoyoon’s laptop illuminated her face as she leaned back against her pillows, scrolling through her freshly made X account. Her heart skipped when she noticed the surge of notifications. Hundreds of likes, retweets, and comments flooded her posts.

"You’re stunning. Please post more.""You’ve got a goddess vibe. Can’t wait to see what you do next.""Are you real, or are you just here to torment me?"

The attention was exhilarating, overwhelming even. Seoyoon hadn’t expected this much interest so soon. She bit her lip, a small, guilty smile forming on her face. The anonymity of it all felt like a shield, giving her the courage to lean into the idea further.

"Muse." The word echoed in her mind again. She wanted to embody it—become a figure of inspiration, desire, and mystery. Her heart pounded as she reached for her phone and set it up on her tripod.

She picked out a simple outfit: a cozy oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder, paired with thigh-high socks. It was alluring but still soft, still her. She posed in front of her bed, trying out different angles: one with her hand brushing her neck, another with her legs tucked under her, her eyes casting a smoldering look into the camera.

The shutter clicked repeatedly, filling the quiet room. Seoyoon adjusted the sweater slightly, letting it hang a little looser, and leaned back against the headboard. Just as she was adjusting the camera for one last shot, there was a knock at her door.

Her blood ran cold.

“Seoyoon? You awake?” It was Jeongin’s voice, soft and hesitant.

Seoyoon scrambled to grab her phone and tossed it face-down onto the bed, her heart pounding like a drum. “Uh, yeah! One sec!” she called out, her voice a little too high-pitched.

The door creaked open before she could stop it, and Jeongin stepped in, his head poking around the corner with a sheepish smile. He froze when he saw her, his eyes darting from her flushed face to the disheveled state of her sweater.

“Oh, um…” Jeongin cleared his throat, his ears turning red. “I just wanted to let you know we’re all going to school together tomorrow. Chan-hyung said he’d give you a ride if you wanted to join.”

Seoyoon pulled the sweater back up over her shoulder, trying to appear casual despite the panic bubbling inside her. “Oh, uh, thanks for letting me know,” she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Jeongin’s eyes lingered on the tripod for a moment, then flicked back to her. “Were you… taking pictures?”

Seoyoon froze, her mind racing for an excuse. “Oh, uh… yeah! Just… um, for my X account. You know, like a personal blog thing.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident. “A blog thing? You mean like… aesthetics or outfits or something?”

“Yeah! Exactly!” she lied, her hands gripping the edge of her sweater nervously. “Just… artsy stuff. Nothing big.”

He nodded slowly, though the slight tilt of his head suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Well, that’s cool. I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing. You should show us sometime.”

“Oh, no! It’s really not a big deal,” she blurted out, waving her hands. “Just something I’m doing for fun.”

Jeongin chuckled softly, the sound easing some of her tension. “Alright, alright. I won’t pry. Just wanted to let you know about the ride. Sleep well, Yoonie.”

“Thanks, Jeongin. You too,” she replied, her cheeks still burning as he closed the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Seoyoon collapsed onto her bed, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath. The tripod still stood there, the photos still saved on her phone, and the memory of Jeongin’s curious expression was now burned into her brain.

She grabbed her phone, scrolling through the photos she’d taken. Despite the embarrassment, a small smile crept onto her lips. They were good—better than she’d expected. And the comments on her account proved that people were eager to see more.

Seoyoon took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. If she was going to do this, she needed to commit. But she also needed to be more careful—especially with eight boys wandering around the apartment.

For now, though, she decided to call it a night. Tomorrow was a new day, and she’d have to face them all in the morning… including Jeongin, who now had a faint idea of what she was up to.

The sun had just started peeking through the blinds of Seoyoon’s room when Changbin, fully dressed and already energized, opened her door a crack. “Seoyoon-ah,” he called softly at first, his voice gentle. When there was no response, he stepped in further and crouched down by her bed. “Yah, sleepyhead. Time to wake up.”

Seoyoon stirred slightly, her face scrunching as she buried it further into her pillow. “Mmm, go ‘way, Binnie,” she mumbled, her voice muffled and groggy.

Changbin chuckled at how cute she looked, her hair messy and her cheek slightly puffy from where it had been pressed against the pillow. “Nope. You can’t call me ‘Binnie’ and expect me to go easy on you. Come on, Yoonie, get up,” he said, poking her cheek lightly.

She whined in protest, turning over dramatically and dragging her blanket over her head. “It’s too early,” she grumbled. “Five more minutes.”

Changbin wasn’t having it. He tugged at the blanket, his grin widening when she clung to it stubbornly. “Don’t make me carry you to breakfast,” he teased.

“Ugh, fine!” she groaned, finally sitting up, her eyes barely open as she glared at him. Despite her grumpiness, there was something endearing about the way she rubbed her eyes like a child and yawned loudly. “You’re the worst, Binnie.”

“And yet you love me,” he quipped, standing and ruffling her hair. “Now hurry up and get ready before the others eat all the food. You know how Jisung gets with bacon.”

With a sigh, Seoyoon shuffled out of bed, her steps heavy and sluggish. Changbin smirked as he left her to get dressed, closing the door behind him.

Once ready, Seoyoon joined the boys in the dining area, where the table was already set with breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit. The smell alone made her stomach rumble, but she quickly pushed the thought aside.

“Morning, Yoonie!” Felix greeted her brightly from his seat, flashing her a dimpled smile.

“Morning,” she replied, her tone still a little grumpy but softening at the sight of the others.

She slid into a seat but made no move to grab a plate, hoping to slip under the radar. She reached for her iced coffee instead, sipping on it quietly. But Seungmin wasn’t fooled.

“Seoyoon,” he called out, his sharp eyes narrowing as he set down his fork. “Why aren’t you eating?”

She froze, caught off guard. “Oh, I’m not really hungry. I’ll eat later,” she lied, waving him off.

Seungmin didn’t buy it for a second. “Nope. Not happening.” He grabbed a piece of toast, spread some jam on it, and held it out to her. “Here. Just a few bites.”

“I said I’m not hungry—”

“Don’t argue with me,” Seungmin cut her off, his tone firm but not unkind. “Just one bite, or I’ll make you finish the whole plate.”

The boys watched the exchange with varying degrees of amusement, a few of them stifling chuckles. Seoyoon sighed in defeat, leaning forward to take a bite of the toast Seungmin held out. “Happy now?” she mumbled, cheeks slightly puffed as she chewed.

“Ecstatic,” Seungmin deadpanned, though the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

After breakfast, they all piled into the car. Seoyoon ended up in the backseat between Jeongin and Jisung, who were both in high spirits.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Jeongin turned to her with a curious look. “So… what were you doing last night?” he asked innocently, though there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Seoyoon blinked, her heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?” she asked, playing dumb.

“The pictures,” Jeongin said casually. “You said it was for a blog thing, right? What kind of blog?”

At this, Chan, who was driving, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and a few of the others turned to look at her as well.

“Uh…” Seoyoon hesitated, feeling the weight of their gazes. “Just… you know, aesthetic stuff. Outfits, vibes, that kind of thing.”

Jisung tilted his head, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Vibes, huh? What kind of vibes are we talking about?”

“Nothing special!” she said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Just artsy stuff. You know, creative expression.”

Felix snickered from the passenger seat. “Creative expression, huh? Sounds suspicious.”

“Can we drop it, please?” Seoyoon said, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms.

The boys exchanged knowing looks but thankfully didn’t press further.

When they arrived at school, they all went their separate ways. Seoyoon grabbed her bag and turned to Jisung, who was waiting for her.

“Ready?” he asked, slinging his arm over her shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said, grateful for the distraction.

As they walked to class together, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about the questions from earlier. But for now, she pushed it to the back of her mind. She had other things to focus on—like surviving the day without accidentally spilling her secrets.

Throughout the day, Seoyoon couldn't help but overhear whispers and murmurs as she walked through the halls of the school. At first, she tried to ignore it, focusing on her classes and the boys. But as the day went on, the comments seemed to follow her, like shadows creeping in at the edges of her thoughts.

“Did you see Seoyoon with them again? I swear, she’s always with them now. She thinks she’s part of their group or something.”

“Yeah, but does she even know them that well? She’s not like them. I don't know, it’s kind of weird. They’ve been acting like she’s one of them.”

Seoyoon could feel the weight of the words—small, insignificant to the people who spoke them, but enormous to her. She wasn’t like the boys. She had always felt different, and now it was like everyone could see it too. Her insecurities flared up, and it felt like she couldn’t escape them. The whispers were loud in her mind, louder than the conversations happening around her. Am I really just some outsider to them? Do they think I’m too much of a burden?

It was during lunch that Seoyoon retreated to the bathroom, hoping to find some solace in the quiet. She leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection, the bright fluorescent lights making her look pale and tired. Her stomach twisted in knots as she tried to push away the overwhelming thoughts, but they kept creeping back.

“Did you hear? Seoyoon’s practically living with them now. I mean, it's like she doesn't even have a life of her own anymore.”

“I heard she used to be so independent. Now she just hangs around them all the time. Kind of pathetic, honestly.”

Seoyoon flinched as the voices echoed through the bathroom door. She felt her chest tighten, her breath catching in her throat as the whispers seemed to close in on her. She wanted to leave, to escape, but her legs felt like they were made of stone.

When the bathroom door finally swung open and the girls walked out, Seoyoon was left standing there, her heart hammering in her chest. The walls around her seemed to close in, her throat tightening as the tears she had been holding back finally broke free. She sank to the floor, her back against the cold tile, pulling her knees to her chest as sobs wracked her body. The tears came in heavy waves, uncontrollable and painful, each one a reminder of how small and insignificant she felt.

They were right, she thought miserably. I don't belong with them. I don't belong anywhere.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but Seoyoon didn’t move to check it. She couldn’t bring herself to care. It wasn’t until the sobs began to slow that she finally took a shaky breath, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. She stood up slowly, her body aching from the weight of the breakdown, and looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at her seemed so unfamiliar, so broken.

She forced herself to take one last deep breath before she stepped out of the bathroom, trying to put on a brave face even though the hurt still simmered underneath.

But as soon as she stepped into the hallway, she heard a voice that made her heart stop—Jisung’s voice, calling her name.

“Seoyoon!” he shouted, concern in his tone as he jogged toward her. His eyes searched hers, catching the faint traces of red on her cheeks from her tears. “Hey, you okay?”

Seoyoon quickly wiped at her face again, offering a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache.”

Jisung didn’t buy it for a second. He frowned, looking her over carefully. “Seoyoon… you don’t look fine. You sure you’re alright?”

Before she could respond, Felix appeared beside Jisung, eyes softening when he saw her. “Hey, Yoonie, we’ve got your back, you know that, right?” Felix’s words were warm, but there was a hint of concern in his voice.

Seoyoon swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it harder to speak. “I know. I just… I don’t know why people keep talking about me. It’s like I don’t fit in with you guys. I’m just... an outsider. And I can’t help but feel like maybe you all are getting tired of me.”

Felix and Jisung exchanged a look, their expressions serious now. It was Jisung who spoke first, stepping closer to her. “You’re not an outsider, Yoonie. You’re part of our group. We want you here, okay? Don’t let anyone make you feel less than that.”

Felix smiled at her, his tone sincere. “We’re all family, Seoyoon. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. You’ve got a place with us, always.”

For a moment, Seoyoon felt the weight of her worries start to lift, just a little. They really cared. She wasn’t a burden to them, not like she had feared. The support in their words, the understanding in their eyes, made her feel a little less alone. But the doubt still lingered, just under the surface, waiting for its chance to return.

With a shaky smile, she nodded. “Thanks, guys.” But deep down, she knew it would take more than just their words to calm the storm inside her.

The rest of the school day felt like a blur to Seoyoon. Her mind kept replaying the harsh whispers and judgmental stares, each word a dagger that twisted deeper into her chest. Despite the kind words from Jisung and Felix, the weight of the insecurity still clung to her, heavy and suffocating. She felt like she couldn’t escape the thoughts, the doubts that circled like vultures.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, she shuffled toward the exit with the boys, but her steps felt slower than usual. The laughter and chatter of the others seemed distant, almost as if they belonged to a different world.

As they made their way to the car, Seoyoon noticed the way the boys glanced at her. They could tell something was off.

"Yoonie, you okay?" Jisung asked, his eyes flicking between her and the others. There was concern in his voice, but Seoyoon just gave him a tight, forced smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine, really. Just tired, I guess,” she mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she climbed into the car. She didn’t want them to see what was happening inside her. She didn’t want to burden them with her mess, so she buried it deep, hiding behind the act of pretending everything was fine.

The ride home was quiet. The usual chatter that filled the car was noticeably absent, and Seoyoon could feel their eyes occasionally flicking to her in the rearview mirror, sensing the tension that hung in the air. She stared out the window, her mind racing, trying to focus on anything other than the ache in her chest. Just make it through the night. You can do this.

When they arrived home, the others made their way inside, but Seoyoon stayed behind, walking slowly to the front door. She could feel the weight of their stares lingering even after they entered the house.

She didn’t even acknowledge the others as she passed by them, heading straight to her room. She quietly closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. It was like an invisible barrier between her and the world outside—her only way of keeping everything at bay.

The silence in her room was deafening. Seoyoon stood there for a moment, her hand still on the door, before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. Her body felt heavy, like it was made of stone. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t help. The thoughts kept coming. The whispers, the insecurities, the feeling of not being enough.

Maybe they’re right… maybe I really don’t fit in. Maybe I’m just a burden to them, and I’ll eventually wear them out. They’ll get tired of me.

Her hands curled into fists on her knees, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to push the thoughts aside. But they wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard she tried to force them out, they just kept circling.

A knock on the door startled her, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t feel like talking, not to anyone, especially not when she felt like this.

“Yoonie, you in there?” Jisung’s voice came softly through the door. “Come on, we’re all just hanging out in the living room. You can join us if you want. We missed you.”

Seoyoon bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak. She didn’t want to drag them into her mess. She just wanted to be alone. The last thing she needed was to burden them more.

But there was a long silence before Jisung spoke again. "Yoonie, I know you're having a hard time right now. We’re not going to push you, but please, just remember you don’t have to go through this alone, okay? We’re here for you."

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. She wanted to respond, to tell him that she didn’t want to be a burden, that she didn’t want them to feel like they had to carry her pain, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Instead, she simply whispered, “I’m fine. Just need some space right now.”

She could hear the disappointment in Jisung's voice as he sighed softly before walking away. Seoyoon let out a shaky breath, pressing her palm to her forehead. She felt so incredibly small in that moment.

And then, she pulled her knees closer to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as if the pressure of holding herself together would somehow make the weight inside her lessen. I just need to get through today. Tomorrow will be better.

But even as she thought that, she couldn’t shake the sense of emptiness that seemed to follow her.

Seoyoon didn’t know when she fell asleep. Her head must’ve slipped down against the edge of the bedframe sometime after the quiet sobs had subsided, exhaustion overcoming her emotions. She hadn’t meant to cry; the tears had just come, sudden and raw, like a dam breaking. When she awoke, it wasn’t to the comforting embrace of sleep, but to the weight of her own sadness and the quiet hum of the house around her.

The room felt cold despite the warmth of the setting sun outside. She shivered slightly, rubbing her face with the back of her hand to erase the remnants of her tears, but there was still a heavy feeling in her chest that she couldn’t shake.

Just as she shifted to sit up, she heard a soft knock on the door. She flinched at the sound, wiping her eyes quickly as if trying to pretend she hadn’t just fallen apart. The door opened a crack before Seungmin’s familiar voice came through, gentle and warm.

“Yoonie? Dinner’s ready. I know you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and you need to eat something. You’ve gotta take care of yourself, okay?”

Seoyoon sat up slowly, her body aching from the position she’d slept in on the floor. She didn’t want to leave her room. She didn’t want to face anyone in this state, but Seungmin’s soft tone—there was no judgment in it, only care—pulled at her. She let out a deep breath, and with a reluctant nod, she pushed herself up.

“Okay… I’ll be right out,” she muttered, even though she wasn’t sure if she believed it herself.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, smoothing out the creases as she stood in front of the mirror, making a conscious effort to look like she was holding it together. Her hair was messy from sleep, her eyes red and puffy, but she wiped away the worst of it and sighed. She couldn't keep hiding from them forever. She had to go out there eventually. I can do this.

Taking one last deep breath, she opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

And there they were.

All eight of them, gathered together in the living room. As soon as she stepped out, they stopped what they were doing, eyes turning to her. A mixture of concern and tenderness filled the room, and before she knew what was happening, they were all standing up to welcome her, enveloping her in their warmth.

Chan was the first to approach, pulling her into his arms with a soft “Hey, Yoonie,” his voice laced with comfort. Then Felix followed, wrapping his arms around her from the side, offering her a gentle smile.

“Don't worry, Yoonie,” he whispered, “We’re here.”

Next was Minho, who gave her a small, playful nudge as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the living room with a quiet chuckle, as though trying to lift her spirits without saying much at all.

“You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” he murmured, his presence calming her like a soft blanket.

Seungmin, who had been the one to knock on her door, gently cupped her cheek with one hand, his touch light but full of reassurance. “You’re not a burden, Yoonie. Just eat with us. Please?”

Changbin nudged Jeongin, who had been quietly standing off to the side, and they both smiled at her. Jeongin stepped forward and placed a hand on her back, his voice quiet but full of warmth. “We’re not going anywhere, okay? Just come sit with us.”

Hyunjin was the last to approach, offering a soft kiss to her forehead, a simple gesture that melted Seoyoon's heart. “We love you, Yoonie. Don’t forget that. Always.”

Seoyoon blinked, the tears that had been threatening to come back already brimming at the edges of her eyes. The way they showered her with care, the way they all showed her love without asking for anything in return—it was almost too much to process. She felt silly for ever thinking she didn’t deserve it. She felt small in the best possible way.

“I feel… silly,” she murmured, though her heart was lighter than it had been all day. “I don’t know why you’re all so nice to me.”

“You deserve it,” Chan replied, smiling softly. “We take care of each other. That’s what family does.”

The warmth of their words wrapped around her like a protective cocoon, and she let herself relax into it, realizing that she didn’t have to hide everything anymore. She didn’t have to shoulder it all alone.

“Let’s eat, yeah?” Jisung grinned, taking her hand lightly and leading her to the table where the food was already set out.

They all settled in together around the table, and even though Seoyoon was still carrying the remnants of her sadness, the genuine love and care from the boys around her made the burden feel a little bit lighter. With each bite of food, with each laugh and soft conversation, her heart healed just a little more.

As they all dug into their dinner, Seoyoon glanced around the table, her eyes softening at the sight of the eight boys who’d slowly started to become her family.

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“you know those kinds of girls who look like they're made / of honey and glass, like sticky sweet ash / and you can't get the taste off your tongue? / burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?” – honey and glass by peyton cardoza

Hayden Romero in Red Flags

“Pick up your jaw and hobble your way out of the last century, grandpa.”

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Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 41

Chapter 41

            “I still hate this,” I said as I walked down the stairs toward the cage in the center of the gym. “Why do I keep doing this?”

            Roman tugged me a little closer to his side and kissed the top of my head. “Because you love him,” he replied. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “And you secretly like the blood.”

            “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, punching him in the ribs lightly. “You know I freak out every time he gets out of that cage.”

            “When was the last time he lost?” Seth asked from just behind us. It had been a week or so since we’d kissed and were still figuring out how we would manage our relationship. In public and in private. It seemed that we were going to take our time to find our groove and our place in this.

            Roman chuckled and looked over his shoulder. “He hasn’t lost since baby girl here started coming.”

            Heat rushed into my face. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear as my heart skipped a beat. “There was that one against… what’s his face…”

            “He didn’t lose that one, Addy,” he teased. “Almost, but he beat the count. Knocked Jones’ teeth down his throat afterward. Literally.”

            Seth led the way down the line of chairs toward our usual seats. We’d been to so many fights that they were practically reserved. “You’re his good luck charm.”

            “I wish I wasn’t,” I murmured. “I hate seeing him bloodied and bruised.”

            Before any of us could say another word, music blared through the room. My chest constricted as my heart pounded against my ribs. I knew that Dean’s fight would be later in the evening, but I still couldn’t get my anxiety under control. I bounced my leg and rubbed my palms back and forth on my jeans. My palms were sweaty. For a moment, I thought I was going to be sick.

            “Why didn’t you let me bring my bag?” I grumbled at Seth after the third fight. I’d wanted to bring my backpack to get some reading done before Dean was up. Anything to distract myself from the worry that something would happen.

            Seth reached out and curled his fingers around mine. He squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips. His lips were soft against my knuckles. “Because you’re going to be fine.”

            Looking up into his chocolate eyes, I thought for a moment that he was right. For that brief second, my heart settled into a normal rhythm and my agitated movements slowed.

            Then they called Dean’s fight.

            I gulped hard against the bile threatening to climb up my throat. This was the moment that I dreaded the most. Watching him come into that cage with his fists taped up, his face clear of scrapes, scratches, bruises, and blood. Knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next few minutes was enough to send adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wanted to run, to get as far away as possible. I wanted to slap him with the hope of knocking some sense into him because talking just didn’t seem to work.

            Dean appeared from the locker room in his jeans and boots. I couldn’t understand how he could fight in them, or why they allowed him to, but he insisted. At the door to the cage, he toed off his boots and pushed them aside. Barefoot, he walked forward as he rocked his shoulders back and forth. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath his skin. He looked toward us, cornflower eyes landing on me. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

            Then his gaze drifted, and his smile faded. His lips twisted into a snarl as he slammed the cage door behind him.

            “Something’s pissed him off,” Seth said, leaning toward me. “Was he like that earlier?”

            I looked toward Dean and then back at Seth. “No. He was… grumpy. Not this.”

            “Fuck.” Roman’s voice drew my attention. I turned to him, a question on my lips as I followed the line of his gaze.

            Dean stood on the far side of the cage, brows drawn together and jaw set. My stomach turned upside down at the rage in his eyes.

            The bell rang and he launched himself at his opponent, right arm already cocked back. The moment he was within reach, Dean threw his body into the punch. It landed square on the other guy’s jaw, knocking his head sideways. He stumbled backward, and Dean followed, pressing him back toward the wall of the cage. Dean beat into his opponent, throwing a series of elbows against the side of his head and jabs into his kidneys.

            He backed up, putting space between them. He pivoted on his back foot and let go a kick against the other guy’s ribs. His opponent blocked the kick and swept his other leg out from under him. Dean landed hard on his back, his head bouncing against the mat. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my seat. The sound must have gotten Dean’s attention as he turned his head toward me. His blue eyes were unfocused for a moment before the rage returned to his face and he rolled back onto his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed off with his shoulders and hands to kip up to his feet again.

            Dean took a deep breath, cracked his neck on each side, and then curled his fingers in a bring it on gesture. I felt sick watching his opponent run at him, throwing elbows against Dean’s jaw. He followed up with a series of body shots that looked like they knocked the wind out of him. A deep red mark started to bloom over Dean’s left kidney and another along his ribs.

            My stomach clenched. I gagged. I wanted to run.

            Blood oozed from a split in Dean’s lip from one of the elbow shots. He wiped his mouth with his hand, crimson streaking against the white tape. I saw him glance down at it, almost as if he were fascinated at the sight. The distraction was enough for his opponent to throw a cross that rocked Dean’s head up and to the side.

            “Dean!” I screamed and lunged toward the cage. My fingers laced through the steel wiring. I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew that he didn’t need any other distractions. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward, practically ripping my fingers from their hold on the cage. I kicked and fought. “Let me go!”

            The arms tightened and tried to turn me around. “Addy. Addy, calm down.” Seth’s voice whispered firmly in my ear. “Relax.”

            “He’s hurt. Dean’s hurt,” I whimpered, clawing at Seth’s hoodie covered forearms. “Let me go. He’s hurt!”

            “If you don’t calm down, we’re taking you out of here,” he threatened softly. “You’re going to get him knocked out running at the cage like that. Relax, sweets.”

            Adrenaline rushed through every cell in my body. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run. I wanted to break into the cage to get him out. Even though the rational part of my brain knew that Seth was right, I couldn’t get past the sight of Dean so bloodied and beat up. It hadn’t ever been like this before.

            The sound of the bell reverberated through my bones. It sucked the air out of my lungs and the fight from my limbs. I sank back against Seth, grey edging the sides of my vision. I gasped for breath as tears rushed down my cheeks. There was no looking away from Dean as he stood on the other side of the cage. Red marks were already darkening into deep purple bruises. There was a gash on his jaw and another on his cheekbone, both oozing blood as his chest rose and fell as he panted.

            Our eyes met. For a moment, I thought I saw Dean’s blue eyes soften behind the obvious pain that clearly ran through his body. He looked back at me. Yearning lanced along my nerves. I just wanted to be where he was. He blinked and glanced away. My heart fell into my stomach as he squared up for the next round. Rage colored his features as the bell rang once again, launching him toward his opponent.

            I turned in Seth’s arms and hid my face against his shoulder. “I can’t watch anymore.”

            “Come on,” he said soothingly. “We’ll go out to the truck for a minute. Get some fresh air. It might help, sweets.”

            It was so hard to turn my back on the cage with Dean still inside. Since that very first time, I hadn’t missed one of Dean’s fights. I’d done everything it took to get there, to see him before he walked up those steps and after he ripped off the tape in the locker room. But now I couldn’t bear to watch. I couldn’t bear to listen, even though the sound of fists on flesh echoed against the rafters. My mind’s eye conjured up the worst possible images as Seth led me toward the exits.

            The moment we got outside, I doubled over retching and gagging. Seth rubbed the middle of my back even as he held my hair back with the other. The world spun around me. I couldn’t explain why I felt this way. Why, after all the fights I’d been to and how I’d actually started to enjoy them, I couldn’t bear to watch this time.

            “Deep breaths, Addy,” Seth murmured. “You’re good. Deep breaths.”

            I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I can’t—”

            He shushed me gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Deep breaths, sweets.”

            Muffled noise erupted from the gym. I could just make out the sound of cheering and the loud dinging of the bell that indicated a fight was over. I practically collapsed onto the sidewalk when I realized what it meant.

            “Stay here, just a second. I’m gonna go see what happened.” Seth squeezed my fingers before he went back inside. A few minutes later, he reemerged with Roman in tow. “He won.”

            Momentary relief flooded my veins. But Seth’s next words opened the floodgates of worry once again. “He looks like he got run over by a Mack truck. But he won.”

            Roman sank into a crouch next to me. “He’s okay, Addy. Dean’s good.”

            “Comparatively,” Seth interjected. “Phil’s gonna need six weeks in the hospital and some massive rehab. Dean just broke at least twelve bones in that guy’s body.”

            “Seth?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Shut up. You’re not helping.” Roman gripped me by the elbows and pulled me gently to my feet. Everything went grey and hazy as the blood rushed from my head to my feet. If it weren’t for Roman, I would have fallen right back down onto the concrete. “Dean’s fine. He’s a big boy and can take care of himself.”

            “I… I-I need to see him,” I whimpered. Before either of them could say a word, I ran toward the doors. My feet carried me away from the gym and down the hallway to the locker rooms. I pounded on the door with the flat of my hand, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

            After a few moments, the door yanked inward. “What?!”

            My eyes lifted, taking in each inch of Dean and cataloguing his injuries. There was a rip in the front of his jeans that revealed a raised red welt along his thigh. His torso was crisscrossed with bruises that were already turning purple. The one over his right kidney ran from the base of his ribs all the way down to his hipbone. Another spread down his breastbone, and I swore that it was the size and shape of someone’s foot. His knuckles were busted and bloody. He had a split chin, busted lip, a gash on his jaw and cheekbone, what looked like a black eye, and another cut through his left eyebrow.

            Tears filled my eyes, spilling down over my cheeks and dripping onto my shirt. His face blurred, but not before I saw the angry disconnection in his gaze. I reached my fingertips toward his chest. He took a step back.

            “Are you okay?” I brushed at the tears and tried to take a deep breath. My clearing vision brought his injuries back into sharp focus.

            Dean crossed his arms over his chest, showing off a few other welts on his forearms and biceps. “I’m fine. You can go now. I’m sure they’re waiting.”

            I felt myself recoil just as if he’d shoved me. “What…?”

            He leaned his shoulder against the door, wincing as it put pressure on the bruise along his side. “Go back to the apartment or the dorm. I’m good. It’s about time you and Seth had a little alone time, isn’t it? That’s your timeline, right? Don’t let me get in the way.”

            Before I could say a word, Dean backed away and slammed the door in my face.

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I'm going to need an acotar college football au where Rhys is the quarterback, cass is tight end (kelce energy), and azriel is the kicker. Anytime az gets tackled, Cass and Rhys clear the benches because what the hell, you don't tackle the kicker. But Cass might call Rhys a baby every time he's sacked and waves at the ref for a flag.

Amren is the physical therapy trainer on the sidelines who yells at them when they twist their ankles and shit. Mor is the school's radio commentator - most excited for them and most critical.

Feyre doesn't really like football, she's just here to support her bf. Nesta gets way too into it, screams at the coach from, has more than once picked fights with fans of the other team. Elain is a cheerleader but she'd rather focus on cheer competitions than games.

Lucien writes for the student newspaper, doesn't like football but is the only sports writer on the staff so he has to go to all the games. Usually sits with feyre and helps her keep Nesta out of fights.

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La La Land 🎞️

[TEASER]

Remus Lupin x fem!oc

🎥In which a young woman making her way through the film industry struggles to break into it and her friend Marlenne knows just the right people.🎥

content warnings: industry pressure, burnout, self-doubt, mental exhaustion, career struggles, substance use (drinking and hella smoking), anxiety, unhealthy habits.

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(Sungchan-centric)(2Chanz)(Eunton) hey big star

Eunseok: Sorry if u heard that dawg

Sungchan has to take a moment. He counts thirty-one of his heartbeats until he feels like he can move without doing something he’ll regret.

[quccninchains]

{☾} "Happy Anniversary," she hummed, wrapping her arms behind her boyfriend with a beaming smile. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, giving his waist a soft squeeze. Term papers had kept her inside for most of the day, stressed and downing energy drinks like a madwoman. But she powered through it--she even had time to reply to her dad's emails.

With the stress of her day behind her, she was looking forward to a CALM night out with Jon. They'd been friends since elementary school and started dating their sophomore year of high school. Though her father had grumbled something about high school SWEETHEARTS never lasting, they seemed to have beaten his odds. Her mother, on the other hand, was perpetually supportive--always making sure to ask about Jon when they were on the phone.

She didn't care what they did tonight, so long as they were together. Clean and showered, with only a sparse smattering of make-up, and her hair curled and loose around her shoulders. She'd even painted her fingernails--BLACK of course--to prevent herself from anxiously chewing on them.

"I can't wait to give you your gifts," Alicent hummed, pulling away to lean against his side. She had spent weeks searching for the perfect gifts. A black and silver sweater that she had knitted herself--using Rhaenyra as her model. A candle for his dorm room that somehow smelled like the perfect combination of her perfume and his cologne on their first date. A set of personalized drumsticks. And of course, she had to get a new collar for Ghost. "You ready to go?" She quizzed, adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

| @zoklaanogar is getting a college verse au bc we talked about it and thought it was cute

[dis-easedfairy]

Noxious Pt.6

Chapter 6: The Bonds We’ve Built

Warnings!: 18+ | Swearing/Strong Language | Suggestive/Dirty Jokes | Tae Moves FAST | Jimin Feels |

Pairings: Park Jimin x  Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Best Friend!au, College!au, Eventual Poly!au, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 7,921 (roughly 29 minutes of average reading time)

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

A/N: SOoooo I got a new computer and my laptop is a little janky so I haven't been able to transfer everything (impulsive decision, holiday specials and other works) including my taglists so sorry about that. Sorry for the wait. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. 

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Once I climbed onto the fluffy comforter Taehyung leaned forward, wrapped his arms around my frame, and pulled us both back into the pillows. I could see the city lights through the large-ish windows and it with Taehyung's heartbeat was all I could manage to focus on despite the large TV playing a movie. It was just serving as white noise at this point. The lights in the hotel room were shut off to set the nighttime ambiance.

He wouldn't tell me how much the hotel cost when we arrived. I knew it was one of the fancier ones in Seoul. No matter how many times I tried to apologize for Hoseok making him come, he would shut me down.

He did end up reassuring me about Yeontan. He left him with his mom for the night. I had no doubt in my mind that Mrs. Kim would spoil Yeontan.

I was so worried about boundaries that I was hesitant to show any affection to Taehyung, but as I laid in his arms, his chin resting on my head as the side of my face was pressed to his chest it was clear that it wasn't an issue.

"You seem less aggressive than Hoseok warned me you'd be." His voice was just above a whisper.

"Aggressive?" I tried to replay my actions in my head from the past few weeks.

"He said you and Jimin argued a lot recently. He warned me about picking a fight with Jimin or you. He just wanted us all to meet but didn't want it to blow up." Taehyung explained.

And it blew up anyway, "Poor Hobi." I sighed.

Taehyung let out a sigh of his own. He then reached over and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie and shifting so he could look a little more at my face.

"...Can I ask what happened with you and Jimin? I know it might be too soon to butt into your life and be this touchy, but it's been bothering me all night. What's happening?"

"Jimin and I are just disagreeing on our friendship." I tried to dance the question, but he seemed to be the better dancer.

"What is there to disagree about? I know you're hiding something from me."

I let out a groan, kicking my feet in frustration, "Tae!" I whined.

It all seemed stupid now. Not only that but the way Taehyung's eyes would darken when something affected me negatively made me think Taehyung would confront him. The last thing I wanted to have then was confrontation.

Taehyung let out a giggle and began to hold onto me tighter, "I'm hurt, I thought I was your dragon?" He began to tease.

I tried to squirm out of his grip, a decision that caused him to sit up and push me into the bed by my shoulders. I reflexively put my hands on his chest, ready to push him off, but stopped when I realized he was now straddling me. As he hovered above me, the world froze.

The dim lights from the city lights danced along his face while the light from the TV highlighted his form. His hands warmed my shoulders and sent tingles down my back and up my neck. His eyes widened like I bet mine were. Both surprised that we found ourselves in this position. I could feel his hammering heart under my palms, a sensation I don't think my own heart was ready for.

I was unsure if it was me making him nervous, or if it was from his efforts of getting me to sit still. To test the waters my hands began to slide down from his chest. I could feel him hold his breath, his eyes still locked with mine. His eyes weren't frozen in surprise though, they began to waver like he was searching for something in my gaze.

My hands slid down to his stomach. No abs, just soft warmth that somehow made my fondness grow. Taehyung's hands moved from my shoulders to brace himself, his hands now on the bed beside each side of my head. He began to slowly lower himself, it was slow enough that made me feel at ease like I had all the time in the world to move if I wanted to. Once his forehead rested on mine, he closed his eyes as I moved my hands up and to the side of his ribcage then glided to his back.

"I just want to protect you." His voice was soft and full of sincerity.

"...You don't have to. You don't need to, Tae." I assured, beginning to rub his back.

Taehyung shook his head, "I'm the dragon. I protect the princess."

“Ew, cringe.” I giggled, not missing the soft puff of amusement from him in return.

I tried to fight back the warmth that began to blossom in my cheeks as I tried to make myself think clearly. Just like at dinner, the warm fog began to roll in. It made the world seem sugary sweet. It made everything seem light and like everything was going to be good forever.

A feeling that I was starting to fear. A feeling that was too foreign for me to understand.

As my own eyes fluttered closed a question needed to be asked, "Tae...? Is this okay?" My words managed to break through as the fog began to consume my thoughts.

"What's okay? You being here with me? You under me? Or are you asking if it's okay to tell me?" I could feel his forehead lift off of mine, I almost wanted to chase the heat his forehead gave.

"All of it." I could feel his weight shift on top of me and my hands slid off of him onto the bed beside me, I could feel the bed lift around my head.

"Does it feel right?" I didn't know.

Did it feel right? Why did it feel amazing yet feel like impending doom? Why did I want to get lost in it, yet have a map to guide me back and make sure I was at least going in the right direction?

I could feel his hand find mine and intertwine our fingers, I refused to open my eyes. I feared that if I opened my eyes I would fall for the sight I would see. The man in front of me.

Once it took too long for me to respond, Taehyung let out a sigh, "Just tell me what's wrong. I can fix it. I can help."

"It's not something you can really fix. It's just a petty argument that will go away in a few hours."

"Tell me anyway, just in case it doesn't." I could feel fingers lightly caress my cheek, begging me to give in to the temptation.

Telling him wouldn't hurt. Would it?

"I fell in love with Jimin." The words rushed out of my mouth before I could second-guess them.

Taehyung's body stiffened, I was afraid I may have done something wrong but decided to tell anyway, "I didn't really confess properly... One night he just... He got so drunk and called me to pick him up. When I did he basically told me he didn't love me but kept leading me on anyway." I had no idea why I was sugar-coating it.

Maybe it was because I could feel Taehyung tremble above me or maybe it was because I didn't want him to fight Jimin.

I felt his warm hands cup my face, making my resolve quake, "This doesn't sound like an argument that will go away in a few hours." He murmured.

I wanted to snap at him that I was aware of that, but as my eyes opened and I was met with a heavenly sight, the words died in my throat.

His eyes were hooded, looking at me with a soft yet predatory gaze that made me feel like I was now getting too much attention.

"We're working on it." I endured.

Taehyung began to lean forward again. This time our eyes locked. He placed one hand beside my head as the other stayed on my cheek. Once his eyes flicked down to my lips, I knew my fate was sealed.

I could feel the flood of adoration rush into my blood. The feeling from the restaurant came flooding back. The one that lost reason, the one that didn't know boundaries.

I didn't know if Taehyung was feeling the same, but one thing that made the feeling intensify was how Taehyung froze mere inches away from his face. His eyes wavered, then quickly averted my gaze, his lips pressing together to avoid smiling.

"...Do you know why I gave you the nickname Yakgwa?" He asked, seeming like he was changing the subject.

I tried not to show my disappointment as I responded, "Uh, was it because the lady at the stand gave me free ones because I shared them with you and Jimin?"

Taehyung shook his head, he looked back over to me, his eyes weren't meeting mine, they were purely on my lips as he spoke, "A few weeks after that. We were in the park close to my house. You wanted to be pretty. So I put flowers in your hair, my mom dressed you up in a princess dress, you insisted on a tea party, and you made me dress up too. Jimin usually would be the one to dress up with you but he was at his brother's game at the beach. After cookies and tea, you dragged me up to the tallest part of the park swing set and told me to pretend we were getting married."

Oh god no.

"Yah! You don't need to finish!" I quickly stated, feeling the burning embarrassment as I moved my hands to cover my face.

Taehyung began to move my hands away and continued his story, "My mom ran as fast as she could to get my dad and the camera from the car. I thought you were going to do the same thing you did with Jimin. You would get a kiss on the cheek and then hug him. But you didn't want that with me. You pulled me in and kissed me. On the lips."

My face was blazing hot as I only shook my head at his retelling of events. I refused to believe I stole his first kiss. All for a mock wedding because Jimin wasn't there to give me one.

"I don't call you Yakgwa because of some lady at a market. I call you that because when you kissed me, at our fake wedding," Taehyung's lips pulled into a small smile as he began to close the gap between our lips, "your lips tasted exactly like yakgwa."

Unlike when we were children, I let him close the space. His lips molded to mine making searing heat rush to my neck and face. I felt overwhelmingly warm and affectionate, my hands quickly moving to grip his shirt to keep him from moving away. Taehyung moved back slightly so he could fit between my legs instead of straddling them. I was more than willing to open my legs to accommodate him, my lips even parting when his tongue brushed against my bottom lip.

It was a burning blur of events that led to my hands in his hair, he was pressed dangerously against me. He was so close I could feel his racing heartbeat and the heat coming from his flushed skin. His hand traveled from my face down. I never expected him to slowly begin to play with the buttons of my shirt.

I knew this was too fast. It was all emotion and not any rational thought. The sound of a buzzing phone in the distance did nothing to break the focus we had on each other's mouths. With each movement of our tongues or lips, I began to feel more confident. I soon made us roll over so I was now on top of Taehyung, using my newfound leverage to set the pace. I unknowingly gave Taehyung the advantage of being able to slide his hands up the back of my shirt. His hot palms caused shivers to dance along my skin.

Once Taehyung bucked his hips up against me it caused an even bigger issue. I swallowed down the groan that arose from him, my core now feeling tingling heat that caused me to rock my hips against him. I pulled away from his lips to attack his neck.

A moan tore from his throat which drove me absolutely insane.

"There, please there," His breathless voice floated to me through the haze once I kissed a certain part of his neck, slightly under the ear, along his jawline.

Taehyung's hands went from my back to my ass to knead the soft flesh and help me keep my pace. Once a moan escaped me, Taehyung flipped us back over. Instead of kissing my neck, he went straight to unbuttoning my shirt.

This was enough time for the haze to slightly lift enough for my rational mind to wrap around the situation. I quickly grabbed Taehyung's hands, making him freeze in place, the fog lifting for him too.

Our panting breaths filled the room as we were both scared to move. Our flushed faces and disheveled looks gave a clear indication that we lost control.

Before he could speak I wanted to clarify, "I'm sorry! I was trying to keep my head in check but I just--" Taehyung cut me off with an adorable peck to the lips.

"Don't apologize, we both liked it, right?" He cupped my face with one hand again, eyes looking into mine full of hope.

"Yes. I did, but don't you think this is a little too fast?"

Taehyung seemed to deflate, "I haven't actually thought about it..."

"EH!?" Was the only noise that came out, causing Taehyung to press his lips together in an effort not to laugh.

What does he mean he hasn't thought about it?? Was he just going with the flow? Was he just acting on pure emotion or urge??

"I was just excited to see you again if I'm being honest. We had a really nice time last time and I got to meet your friends and see Jimin again. I had a really pleasant night and being here with you just..." He looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to gather his thoughts.

The suspense was killing me. I wasn't sure what I was expecting him to say, my whole body froze in anticipation.

A big smile began to form on his face, he hid his face against my shoulder as he quietly muttered, "You make me so happy."

Taehyung lowered himself so he was laying on top of me, his arms wrapped around me as he nuzzled into my shoulder, as my hands found his hair my body relaxed.

"I'll take it a lot slower," Taehyung promised, "We'll know each other all over again."

He let out a sigh, and all the tension in his body dissipated. It was like he melted over me, I expected him to be heavy but it was somehow a comfortable weight. I never knew a person could be a security blanket.

"You're so warm," Taehyung whispered, I could even hear the smile in his voice.

"You're so safe," I whispered back before turning my head to kiss his temple and the top of his head.

Taehyung let out a hum that vibrated into my bones before he spoke, "Let's sleep. I'll take you to school in the morning. You need to show me around anyway."

It was now becoming a theme that I couldn't say no to this man.

Taehyung was keeping to his word.

I think.

As soon as we woke up he dragged me to a café. He was practically bouncing in his seat as we waited for me to decide.

"How do you have this much energy right now?" I yawned, I was tired and drowsiness hugged me like a heavy blanket.

"Maybe we should've gotten you a couple of espresso shots." Taehyung grinned.

"Or maybe I should've slept more," I grumbled while rubbing my eyes.

It was 6 am. Every bone in my body seemed to pop and creak with resistance. The warm and cozy café filled with smells of coffee and baked goods did little to nothing to wake my senses. If anything it had the opposite effect. Hints of vanilla and lavender wafting under the stronger coffee smell.

"I wanted to have breakfast with you before you went to school. I've been imagining how nice it would be to eat breakfast, drop you off, and come back to have lunch with you." His dreamy telling made it hard to be mad at him.

But not impossible.

I yawned, leaning back in my chair, "Well, we should have you learn my schedule because you are two hours ahead, TaeTae."  

Taehyung flashed me an apologetic smile, "That would be good. I'm on high school hours I guess."

"I do think lunch would be good though. The guys seemed to like you well enough. I think Jeongguk needs another photographer or camera person in his life because Yoongi locks himself in his dorm or the recording studio booths."

"Jeongguk is a photographer?"

"He's more into video, but he's a jack of all trades. I think you'll like him. I used to play games with him at parties Jimin would drag me to, but my grades started to tank. You two would get along." I elaborated, trying to focus my eyes on the menu.

My fuzzy, half-asleep brain refused to multitask. My brain unable to register that I was looking at words. I must've squinted at the words like they were ancient scratching because the menu was taken out of my hands.

"Are you feeling a hot drink or a cold one?" Taehyung questioned, his eyes scanning the menu.

"Cold."

"Are you a strong brew or blonde brew kinda person?"

"Strong brew," I muttered, my eyes wandering to look around the coffee shop.

"Are you like a hazelnut toffee, or like a peppermint mocha?"

"...These are a lot of questions for coffee." Taehyung smiled, not looking up from the menu.

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion, "The coffee shop isn't asking this, is it?"

Taehyung placed the menu down and let his eyes wander to the ceiling like he was thinking over his answer.

"I just want to get to know you better." He admitted.

I had no idea why I was so guarded in some aspects but I was willing to fully make out with him. Why I felt like telling him things would only be a nuisance to him and annoying?

How did I expect us to get closer with no communication though?

I sucked it up, noting that I was being unreasonable and unfair.

"Salted Caramel Mocha is usually my go-to if they have it. I'm a sucker for seasonal flavors. I avoid hazelnut because my mom is allergic and I forget it's an option." I informed.

Taehyung's smile grew, "They have salted caramel as syrup and you can add it to a mocha!"

"That sounds fine," I assured.

He then proceeded to do a subtle little dance in his seat that devastated me before raising to go place our order.

I couldn't help but look over every so often at him. Each time I wasn't disappointed, he was undeniably adorable no matter the circumstances it seemed.

I scolded myself mentally, feeling a least a little creepy for staring, so I turned my attention out the window to see the sun turning the sky in various soft tones, watching people pulling up to get their caffeine fixes.

We had come pretty early. So early that the sun was barely rising, and the air was cool and crisp. The cool air outside contrasted the warm air in the coffee shop enough to make fog against the corners of the shop windows. It set a very particular feeling I knew I would only experience in this very specific scenario.

I heard a semi-loud giggle that turned my attention over to the counter that Taehyung was standing at.

It was obvious the barista was flirting with him, but what really caught my attention was the mountain of goodies on the wooden tray provided by the shop. I at first, thought the barista gave him these goodies as a way of flirting, but as I looked on a little longer, Taehyung asked a question I couldn't quite hear. Before he could even get an answer he was reaching over to the display case to get another wrapped goodie. This caused the barista to let out another giggle.

Another barista, a male who seemed unamused, placed the two coffees on the tray, moved his coworker over, and began to ring up the items. He read out the total to which Taehyung gave over his card with a heart-wrenching smile. His card was rung up and given back. The female coworker was lightly pushed towards the back of the counters facing the wall.

Taehyung took the tray and as soon as he turned to face our table his excited smile blossomed butterflies in my stomach. He nearly skipped to the table, putting down the tray and unloading my drink first.

"I didn't know if you wanted breakfast but I thought these looked good!" He began, unloading the different treats off the tray and separating them into sweet ones and savory ones.

"I didn't know if you were more into bread in the morning or light things," He explained as he took his seat and began to shuffle through them himself.

"Uhhh, I've actually never thought about it. I'm either early to class or incredibly late. There is no in-between so I just grab whatever or nothing at all. I never asked what coffee you liked by the way." I prodded.

Taehyung looked over to his drink then back to me with a bit of a sheepish look, "I actually don't like most coffees. They're too bitter."

This man couldn't get any cuter even if he tried.

"So you got a hot chocolate? Or a latte?" I questioned, sitting a bit forward to look at the treats on the table.

"Yeah, I got a raspberry white hot chocolate. They had a caramel chocolate one too but I haven't tried the raspberry one."

"At least you're adventurous. My roommate gets a strawberry latte everywhere she goes. Chooses nothing else but that and dalgona."

"I knew a few people like that. Especially strawberry latte ones." He trailed off.

I picked out one of the sandwiches from the pile and looked for a bread bun. I usually went for more savory things since the coffee was already pretty sweet. Sandwiches were alright but nothing beat the bread buns. Once I found a chicken curry bun I happily snatched it in delight. As I began to open it I caught sight of Taehyung in my peripheral vision. I looked up to see him fully and was greeted by his slight smile. His eyes held warmth in them as the rising sun began to shine rays to dance in his irises.

His eyes were naturally dark in color. Yet when the sun hit them just right they turned into molten dark chocolate. The unevenness of his eyes held so much charm that was only elevated by the adorable beauty mark right under one of his eyes.

"You're doing it again." Taehyung chuckled, obviously flustered.

I ripped my eyes away from him to look down at my bun, "Sorry, you're just really beautiful." I admitted.  

Taehyung let out a flustered groan, "How can you say that so easily?"

I began to flush myself as I shrugged, "Artist brain maybe?" I theorized.

Taehyung shook his head as he was failing to hide a smile, “Well, Artist Brain, I have to take you to campus soon. Eat up.”

Arriving on campus before 8 am was a surreal feeling. Most of my classes started at 9 am or later. However, this gave me the perfect opportunity to visit Jeongguk about jobs since he was probably getting ready to go to his sometime soon.

After shooting him a text I made my way to his dorm room. Once I knocked on the door it swung open theatrically to reveal a semi-surprising sight.

“I don’t hear you counting!” Hoseok’s signature drill-sergeant-like tone drew out to the figure below him as he twirled a black-stick-like object in his hand.

Below Hoseok was sadly Jimin. Doing pushups but his arms were shaking and grunts of effort left his lips leading me to believe this had been going on for a while.

Jeongguk’s bright face, wet hair, and bunny smile greeted me as he held the door open.

“Morning, Noona!” He chirped like the scene behind him wasn't taking place.

“Uh… Am I interrupting somethi– Is that a selfie stick??” As I spotted the object in Hoseok’s hand, a phone now visibly attached it it, Jeongguk shrugged.

“Sometimes I have to use my phone to film. Need those angles.” He replied nonchalantly.

“…Please don't tell me the phone is actually recording…”

“Good Morning, F/n! What brings you here?” Hobi’s sunshine smile beamed so brightly that it gave me whiplash, forgetting the phone completely.

“I was going to ask Jeongguk when he was free to job hunt; Jimin are you okay?” I questioned.

“NO!” Jimin puffed which earned him a light kick from Hoseok.

“I didn’t say to stop counting.” Hoseok nearly barked.

“I’m free around five this afternoon. We could get food and hunt. There is also a new machine in the arcade not too far from here, we could check that out.” Jeongguk proposed.

“She… said ‘job hunt’… not… a date!” Jimin muttered between pants.

“Less talking more counting!”

“Okay, what the fuck is happening!? Jimin please get up I'm so uncomfortable.” I stepped into the room to close the door behind me like I had to hide the scene from passersby.

Jimin let out a groan of relief as he dropped flat on the floor, a sweaty and flushed mess.

“Why is this happening?” I interrogated, crossing my arms in hopes it showed I meant business.

Jeongguk and Hoseok exchanged looks before Hoseok spoke up, “Last night shouldn't have happened so we’re rectifying it.”

“What!? That’s what this is? He apologized!” I defended in disbelief.

“You were upset!” Jeongguk countered.

“At myself, not him!” I groaned.

“…Jimin, why didn’t you say anything?” Hoseok asked like that would be a possibility.

“Now, I’m going to take Jimin to his dorm to clean up and take him to a nice breakfast. I want you BOTH to be in the same state he is in or I’ll tell Seokjin it was you two who ruined his game save files!” I threatened as I moved to peel my childhood crush off the floor.

“You wouldn’t!” Jeongguk gasped.

“He was so mad that his farm in Stardew Valley was just GONE. He loved his fucking ducks, Jeongguk, you monster!” I called out dramatically as Jimin tried to hold himself up, throwing his arm around my shoulders for support.

“We wanted to see the creepy-looking farm map! We made so much progress and misclicked!” Hoseok tried to save their future in vain.

“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?? HE WAS FARMING DIAMONDS BRO. DIAMONDS. ”

“YOU CAN DO THAT?”

“WE’RE LEAVING!” Jimin groaned nearly yanking me to the door.

“I vow to stop storming out dramatically after arguments.” I sighed as I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could on Jimin’s bed.

“I would appreciate that.” Jimin gave me a playful scoff as he entered the dorm, freshly showered.

I tried not to giggle as he plopped himself next to me with a pout, his hair reminding me faintly of a porcupine.

“I really am sorry. I should’ve let it go as soon as you apologized. It was childish and I won't do it again.” I reiterated in a firm and determined tone that made Jimin let out a breathless giggle.

“It wasn’t childish and you weren't obligated to forgive me. You were angry. Understandably so.” Jimin sighed as he looked down at his hands.

A looming silence filled the air. I could feel it in his tone and the way he was sitting that he had more to say. So I kept quiet, trying not to jump in or rush him as he found his words.

When his words finally came it caught me so off-guard, “I felt jealous.”

I swore he was some kind of mythical creature when he looked up at me finally. The natural light coming from the dorm room window hit the white wall behind us causing his features to illuminate perfectly.

Jimin averted his eyes from me as he began to explain, “I really thought about it last night. On why I acted that way. You and Taehyung seemed to get along so well and I guess I started to compare it to how we are now. I was angry. I couldn’t talk to you like that or touch you like that. I can barely even hug you anymore because it’s so different now and I don't want to push your boundaries. I know it’s my fault it's like this and that it’s my fault we can’t be that way. It was wrong of me to get mad at you if I’m the reason our relationship is so complicated now. I’m sorry. I’ll try to control my emotions.”

I could feel my stomach fill with guilt.

I made out with Taehyung last night.

And now Jimin was pouring his heart out.

And now I wanted Jimin all over again but now Taehyung may have the wrong idea. Did I have the wrong idea? Did I read too much into Taehyung’s attention and throw myself at him? Were my emotions too high and I just fucked up so badly? Did I just make this even messier than it was before?

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin’s voice caused me to nearly jump out of my skin.

I snapped my guilt-filled eyes over to look at Jimin, trying my best to gather my thoughts.

“Why did you feel jealous?” What a stupid fucking question about something he already answered.

To my surprise, he seemed to think over my question.

Jimin’s lips pulled into a frown, “I felt like I was getting replaced. Like someone stole you from me, right in front of me. Like I already lost you. Everyone was warning me at the table to not interfere with what you had with Taehyung… even if it was possible you…” He trailed off his eyes averting once again as he pressed his lips together, his brows creasing.

“Is that what you were talking about when Taehyung and I left the table?”

Jimin nodded, “They noticed I was trying to butt in. They told me to back off. I just couldn’t help it though. What if you actually stopped preferring me and started preferring you spent time with Taehyung? What if you gave up your days just to take a ride to Daegu and left no time for me? What if you transferred schools to be closer to him? What if he hated me too and didn't want you to speak to me anymore? What if you finally realized I wasn't worth your time?”  

The urge to hug Jimin only became stronger as I saw his eyes turn glossy, his eyes shifting to look at his lap and he tried to think more.

“That's why I told you it was stupid and to ignore me for the rest of the night. My complicated feelings shouldn’t stop your own. You watched me have girlfriend after girlfriend. You heard who I hooked up with the next day after it happened. You saw me flirt with others, you saw me kiss others, yet you never pushed yourself in, you never do what I do. I get so mad at myself because every time I act this way I think of that. That I’m being immature. That I’m entitled. That I’m such a stupid fucking hypocrite.”

“Jimin, can I hug you?” I asked softly, trying not to cry like an absolute fool.

Jimin looked up at me in complete surprise, “You want to hug me?”

I only nodded, reaching my hands out was the only confirmation he needed before immediately ducking down to shove his face into my shoulder and wrap his arms around my waist. One of my arms wrapped around his shoulders while the other held his head close to me. He let out a hum that vibrated my collarbone and warmed me from the inside despite his wet hair cooling my fingertips.

“We’re just both big idiots, huh?” I commented softly.

“Yoongi said it's because we share a single brain cell.” Jimin’s voice was muffled against my shoulder.

Before I could defend ourselves from Yoongi’s comment, Jimin unwrapped his arms to place his hands on my stomach and push me back so I was flat against the bed. Once I was flat Jimin used his knees to push open my legs and move to lay on top of me, his face back into my shoulder and his arms beginning to wrap around me once more as he let out a content sign.

“I missed you,” Jimin whispered as he nuzzled his face against the crook of my neck.

I tried to ignore the goosebumps that followed his action and tried to lay out the schedule for the day.

“Don’t get too comfortable, porcupine. I still have to take you to breakfast.” I tried to reach for the discarded towel for this man’s still dripping hair with little success.

Jimin took a deep breath, nuzzling his face into my shoulder with a hum, “Or we can take a nap and have lunch later.”

I let out a huff, accepting my fate of a wet shirt because the stupid towel wasn't in arms reach.

“I have classes in an hour, I can't sleep in.” I frowned.

“…Who gets 9am classes?”

“They were the only ones available on such short notice! It was either 9am or 7am and I don't think I’d function that early.” I whined.

“I’ll miss the breakfasts we had at 10.” Jimin sighed at the loss.

I let out a scoff, “More like your 10am hangover pity party.”

Jimin huffed at the jab, “Well now the pity party will move to lunch.”

“Or you could get up earlier, you know?” Jimin lifted his head to look at me in mock offense at the mere suggestion of something so vile.

“How dare you.” He muttered.

If he had pearls he’d clutch them about now.

I raised my hand to push the hair out of his face, enjoying the bare-faced view on top of me, “Apologies, your majesty, perhaps I could interest you in toast made by the finest lady in front of the university campus to make up for my grievances.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed but he held no real malice, “I want an extra egg in mine.”

“Pardon, your grace?” I teased.

Jimin’s eye roll was somehow so relieving to see after all that happened last night.

“It would be unbecoming of me to evaluate so severely. I should absolve those I rule over readily for they are my people. I only ask for an additional golden egg to be lain upon said toast to reestablish the trust we have forged.”

I gave out a dramatic gasp, “Such a gracious Prince! To what do I owe to be in such a serendipitous standing to be ruled over by someone as dignified as you, your majesty? Such compassion will not be taken for granted!”

“Okay, you need to shut up now you’re giving me a headache.”

“Do you think she gets a lot of money for running this?” Jimin asked, mouth slightly full as he looked around at the college students crowding the multiple carts and trucks around us.

It was pretty common for street vendors to come to the university parking lot to sell food in the mornings. They tended to stick around until after lunch, they’d leave then go to open up their shops for the night at the markets on popular streets or districts.

I’m sure I've seen a few nearby clubs and other shopping districts.

Jimin’s usual go-to was this nice older lady who made these sandwiches. Toast, a sauce, egg, cheese, and ham. It was simple but I think Jimin took a liking to her kind demeanor and the fact that she used reminded him of his own grandmother.

“Probably. Most markets are open throughout the day but I’m sure hungry college students surviving off of ramen flood them when they get the money.”

Jimin only let out a hum, clearly too preoccupied with his food to truly give a response. His puffy cheeks and pouted lips made me muster the strength to utter my next words.

“So, I’m just warning you that I was going to invite Taehyung for our group lunch.” I tried to play it off like I wasn’t internally freaking out about the possible reaction to my words.

He swallowed, looking over at me seeming to process my words for a moment.

“You know,” He began.

Oh no, here it comes.

“Maybe I should take you somewhere for dinner. I share you for almost every meal with other friends. I used to do it because it was easier that way and I didn't really want to spend too much time with you, but recently, I can’t help but feel like it's too little. We’ll have lunch with everyone but dinner is my time.” Jimin suggested.

Okay, maybe he didn't hear me.

“I do spend a lot of time with our friends and even more now that Taehyung is back in our lives.” I tried to give him hints that he couldn't avoid.

“Mhm, so we’ll have lunches with them but dinner is with me! My mom was sending me some recipes and I’ve been meaning to try out the hot plate my dad got me. We might have to go to the market for some pots though.” Jimin smiled.

It was so genuine that I had to be clear.

“Yes, lunch with Taehyung and dinner with you!” I tried again.

Jimin frowned.

Finally.

“Lunches are for the group. See if he’ll take the breakfast slot?”

EXCUSE ME.

“You’re talking like I'm a community center that needs a timeslot!”

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying I promised Jeonggukie I would always have lunch with him and I know everyone would miss you even if it were for a day. I’m not much of a morning person anyway so I’ll take the evenings but it’s banished to morning time.”

“Its name is Taehyung.”

“It’s annoyingly dense. Keep it away from me.”

“Jimin-”

“No.” Jimin’s voice was firm.

He took a deep breath before speaking like he was clearing his mind to choose his next words.

“I know I can’t keep you from seeing him as a friend. You’re a person, not an object. I don't mind him at friend gatherings because Jeongguk seems to like him and Yoongi has a soft spot for him. I shouldn’t ruin that with the problems I have for him in the past. All I ask is to not expect me to treat him like he’s my friend and like I have to be around him. Please?”

I only nodded at his reasoning. I really didn't want to force it on Jimin but I felt like it was unavoidable at some point.

“Now eat your sandwich! You have a busy day! Jeonggukie is gonna take you job hunting around 4:30-ish. In the meantime, I’ll look for pots and stuff after classes so we can have dinner together!”

This is one of the first times I hoped classes were longer. Before I knew it, it was 1pm. The time everyone got a break for lunch.

I was undoubtedly nervous. One dinner with the group and Taehyung was a semi-disaster.

Would lunch be the same? I already confirmed with him that he was able to join us for lunch. What if Jimin changed his mind? What if Taehyung brought up our kiss? I never told Taehyung he couldn't say anything.

As I packed up my things I made sure to do it at a lethargic pace. Maybe I could get hit by a high-speed project from the robotics lab on the way there if I was lucky. I could go to the nurse or something to get out of it.

My slow walk through the campus brought a surprising sense of peace. Though Jimin didn't fully accept Taehyung, he did acknowledge him. It wasn't the best but it was a start.

I’ve felt closer to everyone than I have before. Hoseok, Jeongguk, Yoongi, and even Jimin himself. I felt like maybe him drunkenly telling me those things was a somewhat good thing. It brought a wave of change that I couldn’t help but look at positively. I can and do put myself first now. I don't feel lost or like I'm just existing at Jimin’s side. A soulless husk just wanting a crumb of affection.

As the sun scattered through tree leaves and the afternoon breeze caressed my face I couldn’t help but smile.

I should actually tell Jimin I kissed Taehyung. That was the healthy thing to do, right? I did promise to be more honest. So I would.

“Don't walk into a tree!” A scolding voice made me nearly jump out of my skin.

Letting out a yelp I jumped to the side away from the voice in horror.

“Don’t be loud, Noona. I came to make sure we have a game plan after classes.” Jeongguk looked way too lighthearted for basically making me jump out of my skin.

Of course, it was muscle bunny.

He was casually holding a convenience store spicy pork and black rice lunch box, a few triangle kimbap stacked on top. I never knew how he ate so much.

His doe eyes that nearly sparkled made it hard to be mad at him so I only sighed, walking by his side.

“Right, so do you have any places right off the bat that you’re interested in?” I asked while trying to steady my heart.

“There are a few places in Insadong that we can check out unless you want to stick to Hongdae?”

“We can always check out both, but I feel like Insadong may have more options since Hongdae is student-dense.”

Jeongguk nodded in agreement, “Less competition.”

Once we began to approach the usual spot it was a sight I didn't know I was ready for.

Yoongi’s back to us. Hoseok sitting next to Jimin. Taehyung sitting across from Jimin. No one was arguing, Jimin wasn’t even making a face, just unpacking the food while Hoseok was telling a story to everyone. Once we got into earshot we could hear part of it. A junior in the same class as Hoseok and Jimin was having trouble with memorizing steps.

Yoongi, of course, added his two cents like maybe slowing down for the juniors to which Jimin replied that they tried and he got embarrassed. So they continued brainstorming.

“You could tutor him on an off day, Hyung. I get embarrassed in front of others too. Alone would help more.” Jeongguk nearly dived for the spot across from Hoseok.

I quietly took my spot somewhat between Jimin and Taehyung, right across from Yoongi.

The thing I quickly noticed made me giggle a little. Most of us had convenience store meals. Lunch boxes or kimbap, maybe a bun here or there. All of us but Jimin who had a bowl of tteokbokki. It was stacked too. It had boiled eggs, green onions, fish cake and I swore I saw a dumpling for two in it.

“That is so much.” I giggled at him while opening my tea.

Jimin only smiled at me, “I was hoping to share with you, you usually get sandwiches or kimbap. We can dip them and everything.”

“You can share with me!” Jeongguk teased.

“Like you need more food,” Jimin grumbled deadpan.

I only shook my head at the interaction, “We can share the sandwich is kimchi chicken.” I informed him, moving my sandwich closer to his bowl.

“Did the ajummas bully you into getting something?” Hobi asked before taking a bite of his bun.

“No! I just had breakfast with F/n there this morning and saw this truck when we were there. I wanted some.” Jimin shrugged.

I didn’t remember seeing a tteokbokki truck though. Not even a little. I chose to push that aside for now as I used the toothpick provided to eat a rice cake.

“Well, at least Taehyung didn't betray us by getting actual food.” Jeongguk said dramatically.

“I would never!” Taehyung played along with a boxy smile.

“Hey! I didn’t betray you I was swayed with better benefits.” I defended.

“Which is betrayal.” Yoongi snickered.

“It’s being smart.” Jimin came to my aid, dipping his half of the sandwich in the sauce of the tteokbokki.

“On another note, Seokjin said he may be back sooner than he thought because someone got injured,” Hoseok informed.

“Jin-hyung was the one who got hurt I bet.” Jeongguk smiled.

“He said it wasn't him.” Hoseok chuckled.

“Namjoon didn't go with him so I have no clue,” Yoongi added.

“Leave that poor man alone he’s just trying to live his life peacefully,” I complained in honor of Namjoon.

“I can’t wait to meet them both. You guys talk about them a lot.” Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Yeah, Seokjin is more energetic than Namjoon. He might get along with you more at first, he's pretty blunt though so try not to get offended.” Jimin explained.

I couldn't believe he was actually talking to Taehyung.

“You’ll scare him with that description of Jin!” Yoongi laughed.

“Jin-hyung is goofy don’t worry.” Jeongguk patted Taehyung’s arm in reassurance.

“Jin-oppa would fight you for calling him goofy.” I cringed like he was about to pop out from behind the trees to prove my point.

“Oppa? How old is he?” Taehyung asked curiously.

Jeongguk smirked, “Older than Yoongi-hyung.”

“Why did you say that like I was ancient?” Yoongi took clear offense.

“He was born in ‘92, it’s not a big jump.” Hoseok sighed.

“And Namjoon?”

“Same age as Hope, just a few months apart.” Jimin smiled fondly at the thought of Namjoon.

“He’s more laid-back. Loves nature and poetry. He wants to be a writer and knows multiple languages. He’s pretty dreamy.” I interjected.

Jimin whipped his head to look over at me, “How can you say that in front of me after I got us this?”

“You cannot tell me Namjoon isn't dreamy!” I scoffed.

Jimin seemed to mull over my words, not having an argument. This only caused Hobi to laugh.

“I need to tell him that so he can get shy.” Hobi giggled in mischief as he took out his phone.

“Tell him I said it! I want the brownie points!” I piped up.

“Don’t tell him it was F/n, take all the credit!” Jimin argued.

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Room For You

a kristhanna college au

Chapter 70 on AO3

Graduation

“They say there's room for one kind,

In a heart that's true,

But I'm finding more and more,

I've got room for you”

[sungielvr]

Nervous Young Inhumans

7장

W.C. 2.6k

Warnings - mentions of smoking weed, mentions of posting nudes, lingerie pic,

After dinner, Seoyoon felt the need for something to calm her mind again. She entered her room quietly, the weight of the night still lingering in her chest. The boys were kind, doting on her, but there was a part of her that felt like she needed some space to breathe, to process everything. The room felt suffocating, and the silence made her thoughts too loud.

She sat on the edge of her bed, reached for the drawer in her nightstand, and pulled out a small bag. Inside were the herbs she kept hidden, a little escape. She ran her fingers through the dried buds, appreciating their earthy scent as she set them down on the small rolling tray. It was a ritual she’d done countless times before, one that had always been comforting, like a soothing balm for her restless mind.

Seoyoon picked up a thin sheet of rolling paper, gently unfolding it between her fingers. She worked slowly, methodically—pressing the paper into shape, aligning the edge with the strip of filter she had pre-rolled. Her hands were steady as she gently packed the ground buds into the paper, rolling it back and forth to ensure an even consistency. 

With a gentle flick of her fingers, she tucked in the edge, sealing it with a swift lick, and then twisted the end into a neat little knot. The blunt was thick, well-packed, and perfect, the end shining faintly in the dim light of her room. She admired her work, taking in the sight of it for a moment before sliding it into her pocket.

She stood up and moved to the door, opening it quietly so as not to draw attention. The boys were scattered around the living room, but no one noticed her slip out. She had learned to be discreet about these things.

“Hey, I’m going for a short walk to clear my head,” she called softly, leaning into the doorframe.

Chan looked up from the couch, brow furrowed slightly. “Are you sure, Yoonie? It’s getting pretty late…”

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured him, her tone light, but her words were laced with something else, something deeper she couldn’t quite name. She didn’t want to burden them with her need for space. “I’ll just smoke for a bit. Won’t be long.”

There was a brief pause before Felix, ever the thoughtful one, spoke up, his voice laced with concern. “If you’re sure, but just… be careful, okay? Call us if you need anything.”

Seoyoon gave them a small smile, a mixture of gratitude and guilt swirling within her. “I will. I promise.”

They all looked at her, a shared hesitance hanging in the air. It was clear they wanted to say more, but ultimately, they dropped it, trusting her to know her limits. She was, after all, an adult, but the protective instincts they had for her were so evident it almost made her feel more vulnerable.

She slipped out the front door into the cool night air, the crispness biting at her cheeks as she walked down the street. The sky above was dotted with distant stars, and the streetlamps cast a soft glow on the sidewalk, casting elongated shadows. She tucked the blunt between her lips, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. The first pull was always the best—rich and full, filling her lungs with warmth that spread quickly to the rest of her body.

She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the cool night air, feeling the tension in her chest start to dissipate. The world felt quieter now. It always did when she smoked—everything seemed a little softer, more manageable. It gave her space to think, to be by herself without the pressure of constant interaction.

Her mind wandered back to her OnlyFans. It had been a little while since she posted anything new. She’d been gaining traction, but she needed to keep it fresh, keep people wanting more. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, the screen lighting up with her notifications—more followers, more likes, more comments. It made her feel… wanted. Validated, in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe she’d post something new tonight. Something more daring? She thought about the photos she’d taken earlier—the sultry ones, the ones that felt like a little part of her was being shared with the world. She pulled up the photos on her phone, staring at them for a moment before slipping into a trance-like state, the joint burning down between her fingers, the air around her getting a little hazier, warmer.

She was so caught up in the thoughts of captions, angles, lighting—so lost in it all—that she didn’t even realize how much time had passed until her phone rang.

The screen lit up with Chan’s name, his contact photo flashing before her eyes.

“Yoonie?” His voice was filled with gentle concern, even through the phone. “Are you okay? You’ve been out for a while.”

Seoyoon blinked, glancing around at her surroundings, realizing just how far she had walked. It was almost surreal—how time could slip by unnoticed. She quickly snuffed out the blunt, tossing it into a nearby trashcan, and straightened herself up. “Yeah… I’m fine. I just got lost in my head for a bit. I’ll head back now.”

“Good. We were getting worried,” he said, the warmth in his voice apparent even over the phone. “Take your time, but don’t stay out too long. We’re all waiting for you.”

Seoyoon smiled softly, feeling a little warmth spread through her chest at the thought of them waiting for her. “I won’t. Be home in a bit.”

She made her way back to the apartment, the familiar streetlights guiding her as the cool night air calmed her racing thoughts. When she arrived back, she felt a quiet sense of relief at the thought of seeing all of their familiar faces, knowing that, even in her quietest moments, she wasn’t truly alone.

When Seoyoon walked back into the apartment, she was greeted by a mix of laughter and playful banter. The boys were lounging in the living room, sprawled across the couches and the floor. As soon as she stepped inside, Hyunjin perked up, throwing an arm over the back of the couch dramatically.

“Ah, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“You were gone forever, Yoonie,” Jisung chimed in, feigning a pout. “Did you get lost or something? Need a guide next time?”

Seoyoon rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes. “Oh, please. You act like I was gone for hours. What’d you even do without me?”

“Barely survived,” Felix said, clutching his chest like he’d been through some terrible ordeal. “I don’t know how we made it, honestly.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Seoyoon couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of their energy helping to shake off the remnants of her earlier mood. She plopped down on the floor next to Jeongin, who subtly shifted to make space for her.

“So, what were you doing out there all alone at night?” Changbin asked, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Secret mission? Were you meeting someone?”

“Obviously not,” Seoyoon shot back, smirking. “I don’t have time for secret missions. Besides, if I were meeting someone, you’d all scare them off.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying we’re intimidating?”

“More like overwhelming,” she said with a laugh, dodging the pillow he tossed her way.

The teasing and chatter went on for a while, lighthearted and fun, the kind of energy Seoyoon needed after such a heavy day. But after a few rounds of playful banter, she stretched her arms and stood up. “Alright, boys, I’m heading to my room. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Too late,” Jeongin mumbled under his breath, quiet enough that only Seoyoon caught it. She shot him a playful wink before retreating to the sanctuary of her room.

Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. The lively atmosphere outside had been wonderful, but there was something about the quiet of her room that felt like home.

She walked over to her desk, setting her phone down before slipping out of her hoodie. Tonight, she wanted to push the envelope a little more. Her posts had been gaining traction faster than she’d anticipated, and she could already see the potential this could have. If she played it right, she might be able to secure a steady stream of income without worrying about job hunting for a while.

Seoyoon adjusted the lighting in her room, opting for something softer, warmer, and more flattering. She set up her phone, angling it carefully on her makeshift tripod. Pulling her hair loose from its tie, she let it cascade over her shoulders and slipped into something more sultry—a lacy set she’d bought on a whim but had never had the confidence to wear until now.

As she posed in front of the camera, she checked each shot carefully, adjusting her angles and expression to find what worked best. The photos were coming out beautifully—teasing, suggestive, but still tasteful. But as she glanced at one of the shots, her smile faltered.

Her wrist was partially visible in the frame, and the faint scars there stood out more than she’d expected. She froze for a moment, the sight of them pulling her out of her confident headspace. The scars weren’t fresh, but they were still a reminder of a time she wasn’t proud of—a time she’d worked so hard to move past.

“Ugh,” she muttered, lowering the phone and staring at the image. The scars weren’t obvious, but they were there, and she worried about how they might be perceived. After a moment of hesitation, she told herself it wasn’t a big deal. “I’ll just have to find better angles… or edit them out,” she said softly, trying to reassure herself.

Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Seoyoon adjusted her position and continued taking photos. She tried different poses, letting the camera capture the best of her, angles that highlighted her figure while keeping the scars hidden. When she was satisfied, she started editing the images, adding a soft filter and cropping them just right before posting them.

The response was almost immediate. Her followers were eating it up, showering her posts with likes and comments. It gave her a rush, a mix of validation and excitement. She even teased her first live stream, promising her followers a chance to hear her voice and chat with her directly. The comments exploded with excitement, and she smiled, feeling a little more in control of her situation.

The rest of the night was spent setting up her payment plans and flirting with potential customers. She carefully navigated the conversations, keeping her tone flirty and engaging while maintaining boundaries. It felt like a game, a performance she was starting to get the hang of.

By the time she finally crawled into bed, her phone was buzzing with notifications, her follower count steadily climbing. She smiled to herself, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her. Maybe this could work. Maybe this was the start of something good.

A few days had passed, and Seoyoon had grown closer to the boys. Their easygoing personalities and shared jokes made her feel like part of the family. Between late-night talks, shared meals, and spontaneous karaoke sessions, she found herself more comfortable around them than she’d been around anyone in a long time. The boys had even taken her to their music studio—a space that felt like the heart of their world. Watching them work had been both fascinating and endearing, seeing how much passion and effort they poured into their craft.

Now, they were all piled into the living room. Felix and Changbin were sprawled out on the floor with snacks scattered between them, while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Jisung occupied the couch. Chan and Minho sat cross-legged on the carpet, and Hyunjin was perched on the armrest, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Seoyoon sat in the middle of it all, comfortably squeezed between Seungmin and Jeongin, feeling like one of the group.

“So, Jisung,” Seungmin began, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “What’s this I hear about you drooling over some girl on X?”

Jeongin immediately perked up, chiming in with a laugh. “Oh, yeah! The one he kept staring at, right? Scrolled through her profile for, like, twenty minutes. I’ve never seen you so focused.”

Jisung groaned, his face already turning a bright shade of red. “Yah, I wasn’t drooling! I was just… admiring the aesthetic, okay?”

“The aesthetic,” Seungmin repeated mockingly, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, Han. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Hyunjin leaned over, his eyes lighting up with interest. “Wait, wait, show us. Who’s this mysterious girl that’s got Jisung all flustered?”

“No one!” Jisung blurted, snatching his phone like his life depended on it. But the damage had already been done—Seungmin and Jeongin were laughing too hard to stop.

Seoyoon watched the scene unfold, chuckling at Jisung’s failed attempts to defend himself. “Come on, Sungie,” she teased lightly. “It’s fine to think someone’s pretty. Who is it?”

Jisung hesitated, clearly trying to change the subject, but Jeongin was quicker. “It’s this girl who posts on X. He found her profile the other day, and he hasn’t shut up about how ‘cool’ and ‘mysterious’ she looks.”

“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re the worst, Jeongin.”

“What’s her username?” Hyunjin asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I’m curious now.”

Seoyoon’s heart dropped into her stomach. She fought to keep her expression neutral as a wave of panic hit her. No way. No freaking way.

“I don’t remember,” Jisung muttered, trying to deflect. “I just stumbled across her page. It’s not a big deal.”

Jeongin, however, wasn’t letting him off the hook. “Oh, please. It’s the girl with the artsy photos and the teasing captions. You even followed her!”

Seoyoon’s pulse quickened. That’s me. They’re talking about me. She felt her palms grow clammy as she quickly pieced things together. Jisung must have come across her OF promo account on X, the one she’d been carefully curating. The one she thought no one she knew would ever find.

“You’re making it sound weird,” Jisung grumbled. “She just has a vibe, okay? I didn’t, like, stalk her or anything.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t stalk her, but you followed her?”

“It was for the aesthetic!”

“Aesthetic,” Seungmin deadpanned, shaking his head with a smirk. “Right.”

Seoyoon cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool. “So… what does this girl post about?” she asked casually, though her voice wavered slightly.

Jisung perked up at the question, clearly relieved someone was taking him seriously. “Oh, uh, just artsy stuff. Photos, little captions—stuff like that. She’s just really… creative, I guess.”

Seoyoon nodded, pretending to be interested but feeling like her brain was short-circuiting. Creative? Artsy? That’s what you’re calling my posts?

“Well, whoever she is, she’s got Han whipped,” Jeongin teased, earning another groan from Jisung.

Seoyoon tried to laugh along with everyone else, but her mind was racing. She needed to figure out how to handle this—and fast. For now, though, she plastered on her best poker face and leaned into the teasing banter, hoping no one would catch on.

After the conversation finally shifted to another topic, Seoyoon excused herself under the guise of needing water. She stepped into the kitchen, gripping the counter as she took a deep breath. Of all the people on the internet, Jisung had to find my account? She couldn’t decide if it was hilarious, mortifying, or both.

For now, though, she decided to play it cool. As long as no one connected the dots, everything would be fine. Right? Right.

She just needed to be more careful. 

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