#jin worked nonstop for us since he came back! let's give him all the love!

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Happy Birthday, Seokjin! ♡ (1992.12.04)

[v-hope]

Tiger Lily

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, established relationship, College!AU

Word Count: 11.3k

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week back in high school, you have many questions he’s willing to answer. And after finding out the reason the two of you had not gotten together back then was because of your ex best friend, the two of you decided that, first, you were never letting anyone else get in between you, and, second, you were making the most out of your time together from now on.

—Alternarively, the one in which you and your boyfriend finally get your place all to your own and he decides he’s not letting his nonexistent sexual experience stop him from having his way with you anymore.

Warnings: Virgin!JK (a.k.a. male virginity loss), fingering, cunnilingus, handjob (kinda), penetrative sex, protected sex, very slight (male) overstimulation, shy and confident guk keep switching places (when do they not), just very lovey dovey, very intimate.

A/N: Helloo, this is part 33 of my Social Media AU Tiger Flower, but you can still read it if you don’t follow the story. I’m actually shocked by how long this turned out to be but wbk I’m soft as hell for this couple 🥺 so please give it lots of love because I put a lot of effort in this ksñaks. I hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and also, I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut part, so if you don’t wanna read it just skip what’s in between the bolded words lol.

“I’ll get it” Yoongi announced when someone called on the door, leaving you and Jimin alone on the sofa as he rushed up to get it.

As soon as he opened it and Jeongguk stepped inside your shared place, bowing politely to your friends before his stare fell on you, you felt your heart race. Saying nothing, you gave him a closed mouth smile, having him do the same at the sight of yours. Although it hadn’t been longer than a week, it had been the longest you had gone without seeing each other ever since you became friends, and, even though you weren’t really showing it right then —as for some reason you were nervous as hell to see each other again—, it was unbelievable how happy you were at the mere sight of one another.

“We were just leaving” Yoongi informed, catching up on what was going on. After all, you had told both him and Jimin that your boyfriend would be coming over to talk things out.

“We were?” Jimin asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I just got home”.

“Let’s give them some privacy” he tilted his head towards the opened door so Jimin would tag along.

“I can go to my room for that”.

“Yah! We all know your nosy ass will eavesdrop everything that way” Yoongi called him out, and you didn’t miss the way Jeongguk had to lower his head not to show his amused smile, being already used to your roommates’ endless bickering antics by now. “Come on, let’s go see Jin hyung at his pub”.

Simple as that, Jimin left your side in a heartbeat to go to the door. “Well, I won’t say no to drinking” he admitted, stopping right in front of Jeongguk and pointing an accusing finger at him. “Take care of my baby”.

“My baby” Guk corrected him, mumbling his words low enough for you not to hear.

Although, unlike you, Jimin did hear —for that had been your boyfriend’s intention—, he said nothing, instead glaring at him the way he always did whenever that discussion over you took place at least twice a week, and walking out of the apartment for once and for all. Yoongi, on the other hand, gave the two of you a small thumbs up before following behind his friend.

And just like that, with the sound of the door closing, silence was quick to take over the room.

This was probably the first time ever since you met that neither of you knew what to say. Fuck, this was probably the first time in your life you didn’t know how to start a conversation. And it wasn’t like you could go over there and kiss him like you were dying to, could you? You had not completely made up yet. That’s what he was here for after all. To talk, not to make out. Although you weren’t really against that idea, and he most definitely was not either — the way his eyes fixed on your lips even all the way over from the door was enough to tell you so.

It had been a good couple of days since you had last seen each other after all.

“You, uh…” your voice came out quite unsteady as you stood up, fixing the plain t-shirt and cotton pyjama pants you were wearing. “Are you hungry?” you asked, walking towards the kitchen and having him quietly follow right behind as you entered it. “Wanna eat something? Drink something?”

He shook his head no when you turned around to look at him, resting your hands on the counter as you leaned against it. “Just wanna clear up your questions”.

You nodded, for that was what he was here for after all, to clear everything up so the two of you could go back to normal. So you could go back to being the happy couple you both loved so much.

“So what are they?” he pushed it when you stood there with no signs of wanting to speak any time soon.

“I just…” you shrugged, making yourself comfortable by sitting at the edge of the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you were the one sending me flowers back then?”

He pouted in confusion as he came closer to you. “When?”

“When we were friends…”

“It would’ve been out of place back then, petal” he explained. “We were just friends and you were into someone else. It would’ve been awkward for us and I really didn’t wanna lose you as my friend” his voice couldn’t help but come out rather bitterly at that, remembering all the thoughts that had invaded his mind when he first saw his chance to let you know it had been him all along, all the thoughts that kept him back from telling you.

“And when we started dating?” you tilted your head. “You had so many chances to tell me, Guk…”

“When we started dating I just didn’t think it mattered anymore” he confessed, unconsciously resting his hands on your knees. “I had you, I really didn’t care about it anymore”.

“You could’ve still told me…”

“And how was I supposed to bring it up? It’s not something I can just say out of nowhere” he pointed out, having you nodding understandingly. “And what was I supposed to say anyway? Hey there, I’m your flower boy?”

A light laugh escaped his mouth when you playfully shoved him away at his words, mocking what you had once told him was the confession you had been expecting from your secret admirer. Holding your hands, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, and hence, closer to him. Taking advantage of that, you intertwined your fingers, enjoying the familiar warmth of his hands as you admired the way he softly swayed them together.

“This is so surreal” you sighed.

“In a good or a bad way?”

You shook your head, not being able to give him a proper answer. “I just… I always wanted it to be you so bad, and for a good while I was sure it was you, but it made sense that you were into Sooyeon instead”.

Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, the mere thought of ever feeling something for her making him want to gawk. “How could that have ever made sense?”

“She was more like you” you pointed out, rushing to make your point before he could snap at you for comparing the two of them. “Like, yes, she was popular and had lots of friends, but she was the most quiet out of all of us. Believe it or not, she was really shy back then, an—”

“And why would I have wanted more of the same?”

“Huh?” you were taken aback by his question.

“You’re saying she was like me, then I don’t understand why would I have wanted to be with her” he said as if it was obvious.  “If I barely ever speak and so did she… I mean, how would that have even worked out?”

You shrugged, not being able to help the small smile that had started curving up your lips. “Is that why you fall for loud asses like me? So someone else will make up for your lack of talking?”

He chuckled at the teasing tone in your voice, allowing his hands to travel up to your thighs and tenderly drawing circles on them with his thumbs. “Not really” your eyebrows knitted together at his words. “There were a lot of loud girls who would not shut up to save their lives in our class and I didn’t really like them. If anything, they annoyed the hell out of me”.

“Why’d you even want to be with me then?” you wondered, being genuinely curious as to what about your loud, chatty antics, made you different to the rest of your loud classmates.

“You really don’t know why I’ve always liked you?”

You shook your head no. “Why is it?”

Taking in a deep breath, he took a step back so he could collect his thoughts before answering your question. “I don’t think you even remember when I just transferred to our high school in the second year, let alone my first day there. Mrs. Kang made me sit on the empty table next to yours and then proceeded to pass around a surprise test, and me being me, of course I forgot my pencil case at home that day,” he huffed, causing you to chuckle under your breath. “So I just sat there internally freaking out because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone for a pen, like I couldn’t move and my voice literally wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried” a breathy laugh abandoned his lips. “And I was accepting the idea of turning in a blank paper when suddenly a pen was placed on my table. So my eyes followed your hand back to your table and there you were with your eyes stuck to the test, solving the math problems like you had not just saved me from failing on my very first day as the new kid,” you laughed at his dramatism, however, you managed to remember about that moment. “And then as soon as the class ended you were surrounded by people and you were all talking nonstop and I didn’t know how to give you your pen back, so I tried to slide it into your table but you caught me and told me I could keep it, that it was a ‘welcome present’, and then you smiled at me and honestly that was it for me, Y/N”.

“It was?” you wondered in awe, eyes shining when he nodded.

“I didn’t like loud and popular people up until then, which is kinda weird considering Tae’s my best friend” a throaty laugh escaped your lips at his remark. “But although you were those things, you always got me. You just… understood, in a way. Like, you didn’t pressure me to talk or made me feel bad for not doing so, like the rest of the popular kids did. If anything, you would try to make me feel like I wasn’t all on my own whilst leaving me alone like I wanted” he tilted his head, wondering if what he just said had made any sense, knowing you understood his point when you smiled ever so sweetly. “Like when you added me to your group project one time and let me send my part instead of having to go hang out with you and your friends for an entire afternoon, or when you would invite me to your birthdays along with the rest of the class and then proceeded to tell me not to feel pressured to go if I didn’t feel like it. And even now, ever since the beginning you made me feel good about not really being into partying and barely ever talking”.

“You’ve been more talkative with me lately, though” you pointed out as you mindlessly played with the hair at the back of his head. “Although this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk”.

He chuckled, playfully pinching your thighs. “Don’t get used to it”.

“I won’t, I won’t” you chuckled, planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “Anyway, you said I get you but I didn’t let you do your part of the project on your own this year, though” you reminded him with a feigned pout that he couldn’t help but find the cutest. “And I force you to spend time with me pretty much everyday now. Will you forgive me?”

Jeongguk let out a throaty laugh, leaning in just enough for his lips to press to your cheek. “I got to date you now thanks to that, so you’re forgiven” he planted another kiss to the curved up corner of your smiling mouth. “And funny how you think you’re forcing me when half the time it’s me asking to hang out”.

You giggled. “We love a 50/50 relationship”.

Tilting your head ever so slightly to take a better look at him after hearing him chuckle, you were greatly surprised by his lips pressing down on yours.

Although you had jokingly said that last sentence, it was not far from the truth at all. It wasn’t just you chasing after him and wanting to be with him all the time, but him wanting the exact same all the same. So you could tell by the way he was kissing you right then. It was slow, painfully slow, yet the way his hands were firmly cupping your face to keep you from moving away as he deepened the kiss, could not fail to tell you just how much he had missed you, needed you, those past few days you were apart.

Pressing one small peck to his mouth, you tugged at the fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him closer to your body, later wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and resting your face on his chest — a content sigh escaping your mouth when his arms did the same with you and his lips kissed the crown of your head.

“It really never would’ve crossed my mind that you liked me way before the whole flowers thing...”

“Not even when that one summer we would keep running into each other at the park and you would catch me staring from time to time?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

The heat didn’t wait to reach your cheeks at that. You remembered that very well, for it was the summer you caught feelings for him as well, the one right before you entered your last year of high school. You would go out for walks on your own just for the sake of doing something other than staying in texting your friends all day long, and would run into him most of the time while he walked his dog, the one you now knew was named Gold.

Although you had talked in class more than once —or well, you had talked to him more than once—, you were not friends, and hence, neither of you got the guts to come close to one another to try and start small talk. However, that didn’t stop either of you from staring at each other when you were not looking. Sometimes you would catch each other staring, though, and you couldn’t stop an amused smile from curving up your lips when you remembered one particular time he had choked on air when you smiled at him after catching his eyes being fixed on you, just like he had choked earlier this year when you had asked him if you could sit next to him in class. It seemed to be a habit of his by now, at least when it came to you.

“I thought you were just judging me over the way I was always sniffing the flowers and taking pictures of them…” you admitted, for although a part of you did want to believe he was into you back then, you couldn’t really bring yourself to fully believe it.

He pulled you back by your shoulders so he could give you a questioning look. “Judging you with heart eyes?”

“Yah!” you called him out, feeling your cheeks burn.

Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “I really just couldn’t take my eyes away from you, you looked so hypnotized by them and it was the cutest to me”.

“Is that why you thought about secretly giving me flowers?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He nodded, lowering his head. “I know it would’ve been easier to just talk to you, but I really couldn’t bring myself to do it. Fuck, I even was a nervous wreck this year when you first talked to me,” a breathy laugh escaped his mouth. “So I just… thought I could do that for a while until I got the guts to confess. Although I guess a part of me really wanted you to find out, because whilst looking for different kinds flowers I came across tiger lilies and, apart from finding out they were my birth flower, their meaning just fit so well with what I wanted to do and I just—”

“What do they mean?” you asked.

“It’s cheesy” he let you know with pleading eyes, silently asking you not to make him say it out loud. “Like, really cheesy”.

“Come on,” you begged with pouty lips, getting a hold of his hands. “I’ll look it up on the internet either way if you don’t tell me”.

He shook his head in both amusement and embarrassment altogether, knowing well enough you would do just that if he did not comply right then. So, biting down on his bottom lip, he said: “Please, love me”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in clear confusion. “Huh?”

“They mean ‘please, love me’” he clarified at the sight of your puzzled face, and your heart skipped a beat as you froze in your place. “I told you it was cheesy”.

“No, no, it’s not that. I just… is that what…” you pressed your lips together as you tried to compose yourself. “Did you… do you mean that?” it was now his turn to look confused, tilting his head to the side because of it. “You want me to love you?”

And although to you it seemed like a complicated question to answer, to him, on the other hand, it wasn’t. So, nodding his head immediately, he let you know that was exactly what he wanted.

“Back then, even when we were teenagers and barely ever talked, and I knew nothing about love, I was convinced I was in love with you… even if I knew it was one sided. And now that I got to be your friend and then your boyfriend, I…” he took in a deep breath, staring down to your hands in his before his eyes went back to yours. “I know more than ever that I love you. I love you so much, Y/N. And I know loving someone takes time, and I don’t want to push you or rush you at all, but if you could just try and find it in you to love me back someday, I—”

The small chuckle that abandoned your lips caused his mouth to shut close in an instant, not understanding what was so funny about his words and for a split second there feeling uneasy. However, all his worries went away when you cupped his face in your hands, staring at his lips for a brief second before your eyes went up to fix on his.

“I already love you, you dummy”.

Not giving him time to process your truthful words, if anything, knowing it would take him a while to do so, you leaned in to steal a small kiss from his lips, pecking them ever so tenderly a couple of times until he smiled, finally understanding the meaning of your words and placing his hands on the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“Say it again?” he pleaded in between kisses, not being able to erase the huge smile on his face.

You chuckled teasingly. “Nope”.

“Yah,” he let go fully of your mouth. “You’re always speaking nonstop and now that I for once ask you to say something, you won’t?”

“Exactly” you smiled brightly, giggling when he squinted his eyes at you and leaning in to peck his mouth a couple more times. “I love you, bun” you cooed, being done with your teasing way earlier than you had planned to.

And it was the way you loved him back, along with the way you had gone back to call him that pet name he was the softest about, what had him giving you one of those bunny smiles of his that made you come up with that name to begin with.

“You won’t say it back?” you wondered, batting your lashes for him to take a hint.

Nevertheless, he shook his head no. “I already said it twice, we’re even”.

“Yah!” you lightly shoved him off, only to have him standing right back in between your legs like he had been during your entire conversation. “Jeongguk-ah~”

“Yes, baby?” he played innocent.

“Tell me you love me” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Letting out a light laugh, he cupped your face and gave your mouth a chaste kiss. “I love you, petal”.

You smiled sweetly, allowing him to plant a few more kisses on your mouth before you pressed your lips to the spot under his jawline, resting your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“You should’ve confessed back then” you lamented, looking up to his face yet only being met by the sight of his chin. “Why didn’t you?”

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head and tightening the hold of his arms around your waist.

There it was, the most important question out of them all. The one he had came here to talk about, yet he had completely forgotten about as he had gotten caught up on making up with you instead. And now that things were finally good between you two, he couldn’t help but fear bringing up said person and what she had done would make things worse all over again.

“I was going to” he let you know. “That was the plan all along”.

Your eyebrows knitted together, sitting up so you could fix your questioning eyes on his troubled expression. “Then why didn’t you?” you repeated your previous question.

He sighed heavily, causing your body to tense up, as you knew right then you wouldn’t like what he was about to tell you. “Sooyeon…”

“What?” you pushed it when he stopped right after mentioning her name. “What did she do?!”

He bit the inside of his cheek. Although he had found out about everything a few days ago and had gotten some time to come to terms with it, it still hurt just as much. All the lost time and what it could have been, all the possibilities that could’ve come with having been with you as a couple ever since your last year of high school, still made his blood boil.

“She found out I was your flower boy one morning and she told me I was wasting my time…”

“What?!” your loud tone was a mix of both worry and anger. “Jeongguk, what did she tell you?”

He shrugged, a weak smile curving up his lips. “Does it matter anymore?”

“Of course it does” you argued. “It does to me”.

Letting out another sigh, knowing well enough he could not avoid this anymore, as you deserved to know the whole story just like he did, he grabbed your hands and gently held them in his — partially wanting to let you know it was alright, partially wanting to feel like it was alright. “She said you had told her you hoped it wasn’t me because you would have to give me a chance out of pity,” the look in your eyes right then made his heart hurt. “Because I was not popular, and I barely ever talked, so you would always be bored around me yet would have to pretend like you were not…”

“Bun, I never said that. I neve—”

“I know” he cut you off before you could freak out completely. “Petal, I know that now”.

“No, but she lied!” you raised your voice for him to hear you out. “I’m never bored around you, you know that, right? And the few times we got to talk back then I was never bored either, I…”

“Baby, I know…” he soothed you, cupping your face and pressing his forehead on yours. “I know. It’s okay”.

“Guk, I had feelings for you back then” you confessed, feeling your voice break.

He took in a shaky breath. Somehow, hearing that coming from you had hurt more than finding out from someone else like he had a few days ago. “It’s okay”.

And it was. It really was. You were together now. Somehow, you had managed to find your way back to each other years later and didn’t have to know what your lives were like without each other. However, the fact that it was alright, it didn’t mean it did not hurt. Because it did hurt. Thinking you could’ve been together ever since three years ago. How you wouldn’t have dated that asshole who broke your heart, and how he wouldn’t have gone three years of his life believing he was not enough. All of that, was not something the two of you could easily let go of.

“So all this time... you really believed I had said that about you? Even when we were friends, when we became a couple…” your voice sounded more broken by the second. “You let me back into your life even when I had supposedly said all those things back then?”

“Call me delusional, but I still really wanted to be close to you” he sheepishly admitted. That’s how he knew he would always have a soft spot for you, no matter what. “And anyway, baby, in my mind that was the high school you. You didn’t seem like the person who said those things back then at all when I got to actually meet you” he reassured you, then bitterly adding: “Now I can see why”.

You breathed uneasily. “You’re too good to me…”

“Yah, Y/N” he called you out immediately. “I told you, we’re not doing this”.

“But I really don’t deserve y—”

Your words were cut off by his lips softly pressing down on yours. Just like you would always call him out whenever he thought less of himself, hating it when he did that, he, too, hated hearing you say stuff like that about yourself.

“It doesn’t matter anymore” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes, it does…” you pouted. “She lied to both of us and we believed her. We could’ve been together ever since...”

“I know…”

“Three years, Guk. We lost three fucking years” you reminded him. “What if I hadn’t asked you to be my partner in the project this year, I mean, I wouldn’t even have you in my life and all because of her”.

“I know” he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his words this time. Because he knew very well what you were feeling, for he had felt the exact same a few days ago. “But can we just… forget about it?”  

“No, I want to beat the shit out of her” your determined, poisonous tone, could do no other than earn a loud giggle from him.

“Do that later?” he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. “She already took enough time away from us, let’s not let her get in between us anymore. We’re making up now, it’s just us two...”

It was now your turn to giggle, relaxing under his loving touch and nodding your head in agreement before you leaned in to briefly press your mouth to his jaw. “We’ll just have to catch up on all those lost years then”.

He laughed under his breath, cupping your face once more as he leaned in just enough for his lips to faintly brush yours. “I guess we’ll just have to do that”.

Enjoying the sound of that, you puckered your lips up right as his soft ones came in contact with them, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Humming contentedly when his tongue made its way inside your mouth, you felt his hands let go of your face and wander down your back, holding onto your hips to bring you even closer to the edge of the kitchen counter, at which you reacted by wrapping your legs around his hips to help him create the friction between your bodies he was asking for.

You found yourself letting go of his neck to dig your hands inside his sweatshirt instead, smiling coyly at the way you felt goosebumps form on his skin. You had discovered not long ago he was quite ticklish on his sides, and you absolutely loved faintly running your hands along them just to get that reaction out of him.

He breathed heavily when your fingertips made their way up his abs, letting his hands go down lower from their current spot on your back and placing them on your ass instead, giving it a light squeeze as he took advantage on said action to grind his hips against your center.

“Mm…” you let out quietly, finding out just then how much you had missed feeling him close like that.

“You think they’ll be home soon?” he asked, referring to your two chaotic friends, as he peppered a trail of kisses down to your neck.

“They must be just getting started on drinking” you let him know, a smile curving up your lips at the sensation of his wet ones sucking on your skin. “Why? You got something in mind?”

The chuckle that left his mouth tickled your skin, feeling one last kiss being placed on it before his lips were briefly back on yours. “Only if you’re up for it”.

Your lips parted in a bright smile, without another word, shoving him lightly out of the way so you could place your feet on the ground �� gently taking his hand in yours and having his adoring eyes stuck to you as you guided him over to your room.

Once inside, and as you let go of his hold so you could turn around to lock the door just in case your friends decided to come home earlier than expected, his eyes fell on the multiple tiger lilies he had left on your seat over the last two days, along with the bouquet of flowers he had sent over to your place earlier that day, all of them carefully lying on your desk by one side of the bed. Smiling at the fact that you had kept them all —as he had been worried you would’ve thrown them away when he first sent them—, he turned around towards you right as you were done with the door, cupping your face immediately and bringing his lips to meet yours in a quite needy kiss.

Walking you backwards towards the bed as he refused to break the hot contact between your mouths, he helped you lie down on it as he crawled over your figure, parting your legs open with his knee so he could lie in between them — a light laugh of his resonating against your mouth when your hands were back into his sweatshirt and the trace of your fingertips tickled his sides.

Wanting more of you as well, he found himself digging his hands inside your t-shirt just like he had grown fond of ever since that one time in his room, letting them make their way up to your breasts so he could tease them a little bit. Only, this time, he was met not by the thin fabric of your bra, but with your soft skin instead — feeling your nipples instantly harden at his sudden touch as a small hum abandoned your lips.

Not being able to hide his —very pleasant— surprise, he withdrew his lips from yours; wide eyes staring at you before they travelled down to your still covered breasts.

At his quite cute reaction, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “I’m wearing pyjamas, is it really that surprising?”

It shouldn’t be. He knew that very well, considering you had not once worn a bra whenever you slept over at each other’s. However, being so caught up in the moment, he had seemed to forget about that altogether.

Deciding to say nothing, he leaned down instead to trap your bottom lip in between his again, sucking lightly on it as his hands squeezed your breasts in such a way that left you wanting more in a heartbeat.

“Mm… fuck” you moaned ever so quietly when one of his thumbs teased your nipple.

Smiling at your reaction, he moved his kisses all the way down from your mouth to your collarbone, feeling your chest heavily move up and down when his mouth came close to it. Firmly placing his hands on the curve under your breasts, he lifted your body up with ease to adjust you up enough on the mattress so that your still covered breasts were now right under his face.

Not giving you a second to process what had just happened, he lowered his face to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses on the fabric that was still covering it, and getting another moan out of you when his hand went back to teasing one of your breasts under your t-shirt, while his hot mouth sucked on your other one over it.

“Guk, fuck” you gasped, feeling goosebumps form on your skin when his lips travelled down to your bellybutton and his hands abandoned your chest to tug at the end of your top instead.

Biting down on his lip, he glanced up to you before doing anything else. “Is it okay if I?”

Although his question had been left incomplete, you answered him with an eager nod of your head, wanting nothing but to feel his wet mouth on your sensitive buds already.

Tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, he lifted your t-shirt over your chest — leaving it still on yet completely exposing you to his eyes. And it was the way his eyes fixed on your naked chest like the world had just stopped, what managed to make you nervous enough to bring your arms up to cover them.

“I would’ve worn something hotter for you to look at if I had known this was going to happen” you couldn’t help but joke your way out of it.

Jeongguk laughed lightly, leaning down to peck your neck a couple of times, trying to ease your sudden nervousness. “I don’t think anything could ever top this”.

Because although he was sure getting to see you in lingerie would be one hell of a sight, he loved this view the most. He loved looking at you, with absolutely nothing on the way of your body and his eyes.

And just like that, his teasing yet genuine words were the last push you needed to relax under both his touch and stare, allowing him to gently grab your wrists and remove your arms from off your chest. Receiving a small nod from you when his questioning eyes fixed on yours for a second, he planted two short kisses to your mouth before they were back on your chest.

Your back curved up with the first lap of his tongue on one of your nipples, feeling your breathing become heavier when his lips wrapped around it without any kind of warning.

“Jeongguk…” you moaned in what sounded like a plea.

Wanting to hear more of his name coming out as one of your pretty moans, he swirled his tongue harder around your bud, right as his thumb teased the one he had left unattended until then - not many seconds going by before he moved his mouth over to it so he could tease it as well.

“Fuck,” you gasped when his mouth sucked on your skin. “Jeongguk”.

Catching on the way you had pushed your hips slightly up to try and get some friction out of his already hardened length, he found himself giving you one slow thrust that had you both moaning whilst wanting more. Instead of grinding on you again, however, he let go of your breast and let his hand wander down to your pants instead, palming your already wet core through them before he fidgeted with their waistband.

“Please,” you begged.

“Hm?” he hummed against your jaw, as he placed a sweet kiss to it before going to your lips.

“Your fingers” you managed to blurt out, feeling like you were losing your mind over the way his long fingers were now teasingly digging inside your pants. “Jeongguk, please”.

Although he found out right then that he  loved hearing you beg, he wanted the most to make you feel good, which is why he was quick to comply with your wishes. Palming you now over your damp panties, he felt your body shake at the contact — a gasp escaping your mouth when his fingers made the fabric aside and they started rubbing circle motions on your folds.

You felt warmer and way more wet than he had expected, and he felt the sudden urge to run his tongue along your folds to get a taste of your arousal. However, right then, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, were his fingers inside of you. So, he did just that.

“Ah, fuck” you threw your head harder against the mattress when one of his fingers made its way into you.

“You’re so tight...” he breathed out in amazement, feeling himself get harder at the thought of what it would be like to feel your walls tightening around his cock instead.

Slowly shifting his finger inside your responsive walls, he focused on taking in your facial expressions to try and figure out what pace you liked the most — sticking with a faster one after one particular moan had escaped your lips right after he speeded up his pistoning motions.

“Like that?” he asked nevertheless, planting a lingering kiss to your chest.

“Yes” you managed to blurt out, grinding your hips against his finger, being desperate for more.

Catching up on that, he added another digit, hissing at the way your walls had seemed to tighten even more around them. Opening and closing his fingers in scissoring motions as he tried to stretch you out so he could move around with ease, he felt your breathing become heavier by the second, letting out a choked moan when he experimented by curling his digits against your walls.

“Oh, fuck” you whimpered when he curled them once more, managing to hit with them that one spot that could make you come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Feels good?” he asked, admiring your factions as you were too immersed in your own pleasure to remember how to speak.

“Mhm…” you answered with a simple sound instead, mewling when his motions sped up their pace. “So good”.

“Fuck,” he blurted when he felt your juices running down your slit. “Baby, you’re dripping”.

“Jeongguk, don’t stop” you begged when you felt his fingers no longer moving inside of you, desperately grabbing his wrist when you felt them start to pull out. “Don’t stop”.

He reassured you with an intoxicating kiss that made you dizzy. “I wanna eat you out”.

Your breath hitched at his low words, feeling your walls tighten when you opened your eyes to meet his hungry ones. And you didn’t have to even think before you were nodding your head. You needed him, that was all you knew. No matter if it were his fingers, his mouth or his cock, you were desperate for him right then, and would let him have you however he wanted.

Kissing your lips one more time, he felt you whimper against his mouth when his fingers pulled out of you, causing you to close your legs as you tried to replace the way they felt with the friction your thighs could provide you with. It didn’t last long, though, for Jeongguk was quick to pull them open once more so he could remove your pyjama pants along with your panties, licking his lips in anticipation at the perfect sight he got of your dripping folds.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he rasped, causing your cheeks to burn and another whimper escape your mouth when his thumb brushed faintly over your clit.

“Jeongguk, please” begging seemed to be your only way of communication that night, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it.

Pulling you closer to him, he placed your thighs over his shoulders before he finally brought his face up to your heat. Worrying for a split second there, as he was not entirely sure as to what was the right way to do this, he decided to go with his instinct —just like he had done seconds ago when his fingers were inside of you— and begin by slowly sliding his tongue through your folds. The way your body had trembled and a moan of yours had reached his ears as soon as he did, let him know he was doing well.

Delving his tongue in your slit, you instinctively reacted by pulling your hips slightly away from him at the pleasure his ministrations were giving you, and Jeongguk didn’t hesitate before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth once more, sucking on your wet heat before he pushed his tongue inside.

“Oh, God” you whimpered when he started fucking you with his tongue. “J-Jeongguk, yes”.

Moaning loudly when he pushed a finger back into you, you grabbed onto one of your breasts with one hand, as your other one travelled down to entangle your fingers in his already messy hair, earning a muffled moan from him when you pulled lightly at it.

Curling his finger inside you the way he had found out drove you crazy, his mouth let go of your heat, planting a small kiss on it before he licked his way up your folds and stopped by your clit. Although he was not experienced in all this at all, he did know stimulating that small button of yours could work wonders, and he was willing to give it a try. The second he swirled his tongue around it and you cried out in pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t take much longer before you reached your climax if he kept applying pressure on that particular spot.

Tightening his hold on one of your thighs to keep you from moving away as your body writhed beneath him, he added a second finger inside you, sucking on your clit before his tongue came in contact with it again.

“Mm—ah, Jeongguk. Fuck” you cried incoherently, curling your toes as you felt your climax getting closer. “Fuck, d-don’t stop”.

Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, he could tell as well that you were close. Pushing his digits deeper into you, he managed to hit once more that one spot you needed him the most.

“Right there” you let him know, curving your back when he followed your words and his fingers brushed over it once more. “Oh, righ—fuck!” you whimpered.

“Let go, baby” he rasped, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb and pressing down on it in circle motions. “Cum for me”.

The mere sound of that, along with the way his mouth had came in contact with your folds as his fingers kept fucking into you, were all you needed to finally come undone under his touch, crying out his name one last time as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.

Closing your eyes and letting the aftershocks take over your body, you moaned lightly at the feel of your boyfriend’s tongue running along your slit, tasting the juices that were dripping down on it and licking you clean before he made his way back next to you, hovering over your figure and kissing you hungrily yet somehow gently. One of his thumbs caressed your hip as his other one came in contact with your chin, drawing circular motions on your skin as you kissed him back — eyes still closed as you felt your body finally steadying.

“Was that alright?” he asked, planting a lingering kiss to your mouth.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him with disbelief written all over them. “It was amazing” you reassured him with a smile nevertheless, allowing his mouth to come in contact with yours once more.

Pulling him closer by wrapping one arm around his neck, you felt something hard poke one of your sides, causing you to undo the kiss and stare down to the outline of his hardened member against the loose fabric of his pants.

“Want me to help you with that again?” you teasingly raised one of your eyebrows, earning a small lip bite from him at the memories of how good you had made him feel not too long ago.

Although it took him a second, he nodded his head. A smile curved up the corners of your lips at that, only for it to be replaced with a frown when his hand stopped you from reaching for his cock.

“Not like that” he shook his head.

You pouted in confusion. “Then how…”

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he leaned down to brush his mouth with yours. “I want to fuck you”.

You felt a wave of heat hit your body at his words, for although he had just seen and touched pretty much all of you, and you had just offered to suck him off, you had thought that would be as far as you’d get, just like that one time in his room when it had led to nothing else.

“W-What?” your voice betrayed you by stuttering a bit.

“I want to fuck you” he repeated, sounding just as determined as he had before. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I want to!” you were quick to clarify. Fuck, you wanted to. “It’s just… You sure you want this? With me?”

“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Y/N. I could not be any more sure” his words sent shivers up your spine. “Besides, sorry to remind you, petal, but you are my girlfriend, so…”

“That I am, huh?” you played along, pulling him down by the neck of his sweatshirt so your lips could meet his. “Then I guess I’ll be good to you tonight and let you have your way with me”.

Smiling contentedly at your words, he wasted no time in crashing his mouth on yours, burying one of his hands under your t-shirt to give one of your breasts a tight squeeze before he tugged at the end of the fabric — eyebrows furrowing slightly and puzzled eyes opening when you held your top down by pressing your arms to your sides, not allowing him to pull it up so he could take it off.

“Wha—”

“It’s unfair you’re about to leave me naked while you’re still fully dressed, don’t you think?” you pointed out with pouty lips.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, he sat up on the mattress so he could take his sweatshirt off, being followed by you right after, as you helped him get rid of it with a smile on your face. Now, you had seen him shirtless once, when you were having food in his room one evening and he stained his t-shirt with soda, proceeding to change into another one right in front of you, but you had seen little to nothing of his torso, as he had turned almost fully around as he did so. And hence now, you could not hide the hungry look on your face as you stared at his toned chest.

“My eyes are up here” he teased you with an amused smile, causing you to send a playful glare his way.

“You didn’t exactly look into my eyes either when you pulled my t-shirt up, so…”

He chuckled at your snarky remark, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours and then tugging once more at the end of your top, just like he had done a minute before. This time, however, you pulled your arms up, letting go of his mouth so he could get rid of that one last piece of clothing of yours that was bothering him so much.

Not wasting any more time, you helped him out of the rest of his clothes as well, giggling against his lips when they needingly crashed on yours once more, with one swift movement lying you down on the mattress as your curious, wandering hands became familiar with each other’s bodies.

A raspy moan escaped Jeongguk’s throat when your hand stroked his member, being followed by a choked one when you tightly wrapped your hand around it, gently moving it up and down his length.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he unconsciously thrusted into your hand. “I need you”.

You smiled at the sound of his begging words, leaving a small kiss on his naked shoulder before you released his member from your hold and pushed him on his back, letting him adjust into a more comfortable position as he rested his back against the headboard, before you sunk your knees down on the mattress on each side of his lap — his hands immediately resting on the curve of your waist and a shaky breath coming out of his mouth at the feel of your wet core rubbing ever so faintly against his cock.

“You sure you want this?” you asked.

He eagerly nodded his head, pulling you back to meet his swollen lips. “I want you so bad”.

Feeling a wave of heat rushing through your body at that, you nodded your head, pecking his lips one more time before you reached for your nightstand, opening its small drawer and taking a condom out of it. Going back to your boyfriend, you were met with his rather taken aback expression.

“You knew this was going to happen or…” he questioned with a raised brow and a teasing smile.

You shook your head as a shy smile curved up your lips. “The two idiots I live with filled my drawer with them when we started staying over at each other’s regularly” you explained with a roll of eyes. “They also left a box full of them in my closet”.

Jeongguk laughed wholeheartedly at that. “Well, that’s good to hear. They will come in handy”.

Laughing along with him at his joyful remark, you opened the small envelope in your hands, pulling slightly back so you were no longer hovering over his member and could slide the condom on it with ease — feeling Jeongguk’s breath hitch at both the unfamiliar feel of the thin latex around his length, and the familiar one of your hands on it. Staring back at him once you were done, you stole a sweet kiss from his lips, hearing him moan against your mouth when your hand was once more wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple more times as you aligned it with your entrance.

And then, locking eyes with him for a second, you kissed him slowly. As slowly as you had started to sink down on him.

Letting go of the kiss as he involuntarily tilted his head back, Jeongguk let out a loud moan, immediately getting lost into what was without a doubt the most pleasure he had ever felt. And he knew right away that your warm, wet walls wrapping tightly around his member, was something he could easily become addicted to.

Staring lovingly at the way his eyes remained closed and his mouth slightly open, you couldn’t help but moan as well as you pushed down lower on him, feeling your walls stretching as you tried to take his entire length.

“Fuck” he rasped when he was completely inside of you.

Tightening his hold on your hips, he pulled you slightly closer to him on his lap, not being able to hold back a blissful chuckle at the way the friction he had just created made him feel.

“What is it?” you wondered with a smile of your own when he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“It feels so good” he let you know with another chuckle.

Joining him on his sudden outburst of joy, you let out a light laugh just as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your shoulder, loving to be the one who got to share this moment with him — to be the one he wanted to share this moment with. Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head, you placed two fingers under his chin to push it up and have him look at you. Once he did, you leaned in to steal a lingering kiss.

“I love you” you said for the third time that night.

He smiled brightly, bringing his lips up to yours and locking them in a slow kiss. “I love you more”.

Opening your mouth to fight him on that, what came out of it instead was a choked moan after he pulled your hips down on his cock.

“Jeongguk, fuck” you let your forehead fall to his shoulder when he pushed his hips up to yours.

Slowly rolling your hips, you met him right as he thrusted up on you once more, causing a small moan to make its way out of his mouth. “Mm… baby…”

With his hands firmly grabbing your hips, you let him guide the pace as you rode him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead on his as the two of you grew used to the rhythm he was leading. Closing your eyes, you let your heavy breathings mix as they were now, along with a few moans here and there, the only sound filling your silent bedroom.

“O-Oh, fuck” you gasped when he pulled you down harder on him, somehow managing to push deeper inside of you.

You leaned slightly back when he repeated said action, tilting your head back as well and then humming quietly when you felt his warm lips wrap around one of your breasts, slowly sucking on your nipple, as you had just given him the perfect opportunity to do just that, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you closer to him as you kept rolling your hips at the same pace he had created for you before.

“Mh—ah! Fuck” he moaned when you pushed your legs up, enough for only half of his cock to be inside of you, to later take it all in again. “Y/N…”

Doing it again, you couldn’t stop the whimper that had just abandoned your mouth as his length had managed to reach that soft spot of yours. Needing more of him, you sped up the pace of your grinding against his hips, feeling him finally let go of your sensitive bud to let his sweaty forehead rest in the crook of your neck as his moans became louder by the second.

“Wait, wait” he demanded breathily, placing his hands on your hips and firmly holding them down so you would stop moving. “Stop”.

“What’s wrong?” you worried, doing as told in a heartbeat.

He shook his head no, quietly letting you know nothing was really wrong, as he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes while he tried his best to catch his breath. “Feels too good” he admitted in a raspy voice. “Don’t wanna cum yet”.

You giggled under your breath, finding silent joy on the fact that he hadn’t asked you to stop because he wasn’t enjoying what you were doing, but because he was liking it too much.

Lowering your head to his shoulder, you planted a small kiss on it. “You can cum if you want” you let him know, pressing another soothing kiss to the crook of his neck. “I understand”.

He shook his head no, letting out a heavy sigh as his thumbs drew tender circles on your skin. Maybe it was his ego, or just the fact that he really wanted to make you feel good too, maybe both, what made him refuse to let himself go right then, no matter how bad he wanted to. No matter how hard it was not to.

Smiling sweetly at him, you brought one of your hands up to his damp hair while your other one caressed his back, entangling your fingers in his dark locks as you waited for him to come down from the high he had been about to reach. Letting out a sigh when he felt like he could finally breathe again, he placed his hands on your back to pull you closer — lips looking for yours when your naked chest pressed on his.

Kissing him hard, you opened your mouth for his tongue to meet yours after it had traced your bottom lip, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and trying your best not to roll your hips like you were dying to. Although you didn’t have to hold back for much longer, for with one last kiss and with his warm hands still holding you down on his cock, he pushed it deeper inside of you.

“Fuck” you gasped at the sudden stimulation, taking it as your cue to start moving as well.

“F—Y/N” he moaned when your hips met his in the middle, as they pushed into you once more.

Helping you lead the pace once again, he held you by the waist, digging his fingers into your hot skin and deciding right there, as you moaned his name and your walls tightened around his cock, that he wanted to take over from then on. So, with a swift movement, you were now under him as he laid your back on the mattress — a light moan escaping your lips when he pulled out of you to make you more comfortable on the bed, immediately becoming whiny as you missed his whole length inside of you.

“No, don’t stop fucking me” you pouted, breath hitching when he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to where he was sitting down on the mattress. “Jeongguk, please”.

He smiled at both the sound and sight of you right then, really enjoying them one hell of a lot. It was your messy hair, swollen lips and naked chest that moved up and down as you breathed heavily, along with the neediness in your voice as you were begging for him once more, what made it easy for him to decide he liked being in control.

Catching your bottom lip in his mouth as he adjusted himself in between your legs, he heard you beg one more time against his lips. However, just as you did, he felt one of your hands desperately go down to your center so you could feel something inside of you. Only you didn’t get to, for his hand grabbed your wrist right before your fingers could find their way inside, managing to grab your other one as well and pin them over your head as he pushed his hips down enough for the head of his cock to align with your wet center.

“I’m the one fucking you tonight, petal”.

You moaned at the sound of his words being murmured against your neck — the way such sweet pet name had been said with such a lustful tone right then, making you somehow even more needy for him.

“Please,” you breathed out, overwhelmed by the way his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck and he rubbed his cock against your core, not quite pushing into you yet. “Jeongguk, please. I need you”.

“What was that?” he wondered teasingly.

“I need you” you repeated. “Jeongguk, please. Please fuck m—ah!” your head was thrown back in pleasure when he slammed his entire length into you, just the way you were so badly begging for.

Hungrily kissing your mouth, he muffled the moans that came out of it with each thrust of his hips — letting go of your lips as a low groan made its way out of his throat when your walls wrapped tighter than he had felt them do that evening, as you were getting closer to reach your high.

Letting his forehead fall to your shoulder, he muffled a cry against your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your walls tightened once more against his cock, knowing right then he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Harder” you pleaded breathily, arching your back as he wasted no time in complying. “F-Fuck, Jeongguk. Ah!”

“Y/N” he rasped your name, feeling his inevitable release about to hit. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum”.

Not being able to form any kind of coherent sentence right then, you settled for an eager nod of your head to let him know it was okay. Digging your nails on the wet skin of his back, you scratched your way down on it when he once again managed to find that one soft spot of yours that had you crying out in a second.

“Right there,” you desperately let him know, feeling your legs start to give up when he kept hitting it with each of his thrusts. “Fuck, right there”.

“A-Ah, Y/N, I’m—” he stumbled upon his own words, not being able to hold on anymore given how much tighter you were getting now around him. “Mm… I’m gon—ah!”

Groaning one last time, he let himself go like he had fought so hard not to — your pulsating walls around his cock finally driving him over the edge.

Although overwhelmed by the intense wave of pleasure running through his body, beginning to feel dizzy even, he did not slump down on you to catch his breath like he so badly needed to. Instead, he kept riding his own orgasm — his thrusts becoming sloppier yet rougher as he greedily tried to drive you over the edge, too.

And it was only a matter of seconds before you did.

“J-Jeongguk, I’m—ahh!” you cried out one last time, feeling your shaky legs give up as you came undone beneath him.

Helping you ride out your orgasm as well, Jeongguk whimpered at the overstimulation, finally letting his body slump down on yours and burying his face on your neck, as he felt his body tremble with each spasm of your walls around him. Feeling his hot, heavy breath hit your sweaty neck as the two of you desperately tried to catch your breath, you entangled once more your fingers on the hair at the back of his head — fingertips ever so tenderly moving in circular motions in a soothing way.

Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you felt his thumb caress one of your sides, later having you opening your eyes when he pressed two brief kisses to the crook of your neck and a breathy laugh of his was soon to follow right after.

“What’s so amusing?” you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curve up when another chuckle of his reached your ears.

“That was amazing” he confessed, causing your face to burn as your smile grew wider. Pressing one of his arms down on the mattress, he held his body up so he could lock his eyes with yours. “Was it okay for you?”

You bit your bottom lip, shyly looking away for a split second before your eyes focused back on his. “Jeon Jeongguk,” you called his name in a serious tone.

“Hm?”

“You made me cum twice” you reminded him, loving the sight of his already flushed cheeks turning even more pink than they already were. “I think that speaks for itself”.

He let out a shy laugh, tilting your chin up as he brought his lips down to yours and kissing you sweetly for a good couple of seconds, later moving his lips over to press an open mouth kiss to your cheek before he finally pulled out of you. Removing the condom from his member, he crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for the small bin you kept under your desk next to your bed, bringing it closer to him and throwing the used latex into it before he went back to lie on his stomach next to you — blissfully letting you kiss his lips once more like you had just reached up to.

“I’ll get better at it” he promised, earning a quiet giggle from you.

“Well, we do have three years to make up for, so I guess we’ll both get a lot of practice” you pointed out coyly.

“And we don’t have to worry about running out of condoms anytime soon” he reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.

Throwing your head back on the mattress, you allowed a throaty laugh to escape your mouth, later looking back at him and bringing your hand up to cup one of his cheeks. Gently caressing it a couple of times, you puckered your lips up for him to come closer and cut the space between your mouth — smiling softly when he complied in a heartbeat, slowly sucking on your bottom lip.

“I love you” he mumbled on your lips, loving the way he was finally able to say it freely, knowing you felt the same, like he had been aching you to all along.

“I love you more” you repeated his previous answer with a smile.

Kissing your lips chastely, he shook his head no, tilting his head towards the flowers that were taking over your desk. “Those are proof that I love you more”.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Those are proof that you’ve loved me for longer, it’s got nothing to do with the amount of it”.

“Mhm…” he nodded his head, letting you know with both the tone of his voice and the look on his eyes that you were not convincing him. “Whatever works for you, petal” his lips turned into a smile as he let his back slump down on the bed.

“Yah,” you gently shoved him off, feeling your heart skip a beat when you heard him laugh.

Pulling you to his chest by wrapping an arm around you, he planted a kiss to your forehead. Although you had sighed contentedly after resting your face on his chest, he didn’t miss the way your mind was quite absent right then.

“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows knitted together, growing somewhat more confused after following with his eyes to where yours were staring at and having them fall on the flowers.

“Nothing” you smiled, unconsciously running your fingers along his chest. “I just wish these particular ones would last forever”.

Smiling as he adoringly stared at you, he hugged you closer to his body. “I can get you all the flowers you want”.

At that, your head snapped up so you could lock eyes with him. The mischievous smile that had just formed on your mouth as you cockily raised one of your eyebrows, letting him know right away he was about to regret what he had just said. “You’ll be like my flower daddy then?”

Yup, there it was, the regret.

“Anddd, you ruined it” he lamented.

Letting his head fall back down on the mattress, he closed his eyes as he tried his best to fight the smile that was threatening with taking over his face, knowing he would fail miserably at it when he heard you chuckle next to him — finally giving in to it and laughing as well as you peppered open mouth kisses around his face.

Although popular, loud, chaotic, bubbly, impulsive as hell, and just the complete opposite to what he was, he could not be any happier it was you the one his heart had chosen to fall irretrievably in love with.

[atinydise]

Ateez leaving their s/o for their exes

❦ Genre: Angst (yes it’s the mood these days! 😈)

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 4k4.

❦ Background music: BlackPink - Lovesick Girls (Kdrama OST Version)

HONGJOONG

Once again, Hongjoong's voicemail asked you to leave a message. This week, he has been really busy. You couldn't see him at all. You tried to come to the studio, but he wasn't there, so you just gave up and waited for him to come. He didn't. For almost 2 weeks, you didn't receive a call or a text. The only way to see that everything was good for him, was his post on Ateez' social media. You were curious to know if he missed you, even a bit.

While you were scrolling on your Instagram Feed as a boring Friday night, you heard your entrance door opening. Your heart made a jump in your chest, he was finally free enough to come. "Hongjoong?" You asked, not moving a bit from the couch. In a short time, he appeared at the door frame. And honestly, you hated the look he had on his face. It was a mix of sadness and coldness. Something you never saw before. "Oh wow, are you okay? Because you look terrible." "Just tired." He replied, sitting on the seat, next to you but not really close as usual. "Do you want to go to sleep now? The bed is ready in any case-" "Y/N, I came here to break up with you."

A long and awkward silence settled in the room. Your brain wasn't processing the actual situation. It was so sudden. "Wait." You stopped him to say something else. "You can't come here after 2 whole weeks without talking to me, and just say 'let's break up'." "Y/N this is really not easy to do... can you please be more considering?" he sighed, running his hands through his blue hair. "Considerate? You don't even give me a reason. So, no, I won't be more considering." You said angrily. "It's just that I saw Jin at the bakery 1 month ago." He started. "We talked for 30 minutes or something and just with this short chat... I miss her. Like I can't stop thinking about her." You scoffed, not believing that he could do this to you. You stood up from the couch and went to the hallway to open the entrance door. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I'm staying there, but you... Get out." "Y/N, I don't want to-" "Hongjoong, get out. I can't even see you anymore." You stomped, pointing at the hallway. "You ghosted me for 2 weeks, not even asking me if I was okay or even alive. You should have told me that you were doubting about our relationship. But you decided to be selfish and to-" your voice crackhead. You knew sobs would come in a matter of time. "To ignore my feelings." Hongjoong was staring at you. He felt really ashamed of himself. "So, leave now. Please." You were practically begging him to go out of your apartment and obviously of your life. Hongjoong nodded and grabbed his jacket back. He stopped one last time in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N." He tried to grab your arm, but you stepped back, disgusted. You just pointed at the corridor once again and waited for him to leave. When he stepped out and that you closed the door, you couldn't hold your tears anymore. They stormed one by one on your face. You fell on your knees, your hand still holding the knob. For a second you freaked out because you couldn’t feel air going in your lung because of the emotion surrounding you. But it was not the worse pain today. You couldn't believe he chose her.

SEONGHWA

You were cooking for your boyfriend. He had a stressful week and you wanted him to relax a bit. Even with his ethic schedule, Seonghwa managed to spend some time with you. The only thing strange thing is that he was physically there but mentally, he was totally absent. It's like he wasn't listening to you anymore or that you needed to repeat every time the same question. "He might really be stressed," you concluded. So, as a good and kind girlfriend, you prepared him a good dish made with love.

The moment you heard the bell rings, you rushed to the door. "Hello beautiful soul," you greeted him. "Hi Y/N," he smiled at you. His smile was a bit sad, but you didn't mind, he was tired for sure. "I cooked a really good meal for you!" You said, entering back in the kitchen. He was following you, his big coat still covering his body. "Are you cold here?" You giggled, "I can turn on the heater if you-" "Y/N, can we talk a bit?" He asked, pointing at the table in the middle of the kitchen. "Sure." You sat down on the chair in front of him, glancing at your lasagna in the oven at the same time. "What's happening?" "You know how I hate lying to you or even hide something." He held your hand on the table. You just nodded, waiting for him to continue his speech. But you secretly enjoyed the warmness of his hands. "So, I will be frank." "You are making me anxious." You said, raising a brow. "I met my ex-girlfriend at the mall last week." He started. "I was about to ditch her, but a part of me wanted to talk to her." You puffed at his face, "you have really bad acting skills babe. I can't believe you." "I'm totally serious Y/N. I still have feelings for her." He finally said. "I'm not believing you." "I was distant a bit these days and I think you noticed it. I was constantly thinking about her." More and more Seonghwa was confessing his love for someone else, more he felt your hands removing the grip on his. "I don't think I stopped loving her honestly. I'm really sorry." You were speechless. You never thought that your night would end so badly. "Y/N, I really tried to convince myself that you were the one and only. But I just can't. I can't lie to myself. And I don't want to hurt you with a one-sided love. You deserve way more than that." He explained, trying to find the right way to make you understand the situation without hurting you. "I wish I didn't see her again, so we wouldn't be in this situ-" "I think I need some time alone," you said before going to the bedroom. Seonghwa was really tormented, he hated seeing you this way, but none of you will stay happy in this relationship, knowing that his heart was somewhere else.

YUNHO

"Oh, I didn't know you like black mushrooms! Hyena loved it too!" Giggled Yunho. You put down the pack of mushrooms you had in your hand. "Finally… I think I don't need it this week." "Hyena was indecisive too," he tickled your chin playfully. You smiled at him but inside of you, your whole soul was boiling. It's been almost a week that Yunho was non-stop talking, praising or even comparing you to his ex-girlfriend, Hyena. They dated for almost 2 years before you. Okay, it was one of his most important relationships, but why does he need to talk about her all the time? Everything started when they met at the supermarket. You saw the scene with your own eyes. You spotted the little sparkles in your boyfriend’s eyes when he was talking to her. You never thought she would be a danger since they broke up on bad terms. Seems like that you were wrong. She was a good threat for your couple. "What else do you need?" He asked, looking at the list. "I think I'm done for today to be honest." You replied, annoyed. "Really? Hyena is so stressed when she goes to the supermarket. She's like thinking she won't find anything anymore." He added. You turned around, to face him. "Can you stop talking about her?" Yunho blinked at you, looking like a puppy. "What do you mean?" "Hyena. You are nonstop talking about her! Hyena this, Hyena that!" "Ah really? I'm sorry, I didn't notice..." he apologized, biting his lip. "You kidding right? From the morning to the night, you have only her name in your mouth." "I'll stop talking about her, sorry." You were about to go back to your course list, but something was wrong. You faced your boyfriend again. "Why are you thinking about her so much? Do you miss being with her?" You asked, praying for him to say no. "I-I, no, of course no." He stuttered. "It's just because we saw her last week." "A part of me wants to believe the lie you just said." He bit his lip once again. He was definitely anxious. "Do you miss her? Yes or no?" You resumed, simply asking him to choose an answer. "This is complicated," he started. "I don't know." You scoffed, annoyed by this answer. You were usually comprehensive, but today it wasn't the case. You wanted to know if you were the only idiot since the beginning of this relationship. "This is not complicated Yunho. I think that you are in love with her." "I wouldn't say that, this is too strong." "Then tell me that you won't talk to her anymore and that I'm the only one you love." The long silence who settled between both of you was the best and shorter answer you could have. "I knew it." You whispered. "Y/N, it's just that we spent so many good memories together. I can't forget her like that." "I heard enough." You said, almost throwing back all of your vegetables in his arms. "Y/N wait, don't go." "I don't want to see you anymore. You obviously used me to forget your ex, but you failed." You said, before turning back again, but for the last time.

YEOSANG

You were in the subway, waiting for the train to stop at the right station. You needed to look at the board more than usual because your mind was somewhere else. You couldn't stop thinking of your boyfriend and his ex. He was meeting his ex-girlfriend every day for a whole week now. They needed to work together. They were the daily MC of a new idol program. At first, it didn't bother you. Yeosang was professional and they weren't even talking backstage. Until she starts to engage the conversation with him. When you went there to just say hi, you noticed a strong alchemy between these two. Useless to say that you didn't like it at all. Today, you went there with him again. You wanted to see their whole interactions. You were the first one to be there. Only a few staff were present to prepare the set. The first thing your boyfriend asked was "is Kira there?" He didn't even greet the staff. "No, she will be a little bit late today." "You want to see her so bad huh?" you asked. "Oh, come on don't start." He rolled his eyes. "Don't start what?" You asked, even if you knew exactly what he meant. "Your jealousy and stuff like that. We don't have enough time to argue right now." He said, before going to the hair stylist. "Well, that was cold." You muttered to yourself. You sat on the couch on the corner of the room. You were patiently waiting for Kira to arrive. You were about to fall asleep when, she entered, her hands full of chicken packs. "Yeosaaang! I got a surprise for you!" She yelled. "Oh, you scared me idiot!" He giggled at her. "Hello," you greeted her. "Oh hi, you are?" She smiled at you. "Yeosang's g-" "Friend! She's my friend." He cut you straight. You looked at him, completely horrified. Why was he lying on something so important? "Oh, nice to meet you," she handed her hand to you. You didn't care about her, you wanted to know why he acted this way. "Why did you tell her that I was your friend?" you asked Yeosang. "Y/N, it's not the moment." "I don't care if it's not the moment!" you replied back. "I'm your girlfriend. If you are ashamed of me then whatever I did, I'm sorry!" "Your girlfriend? I thought you were single Yeo." Added Kira. Your heart clenched, he literally told that he was single. "You told her that you were single?" Your voice cracked. "You are the worst person I know." "I wanted to tell you I swear. I would never do something like this." "Please give me a favor and erase me from your life. Because I'll do it." You said harshly before leaving, bumping into Kira which caused the packs of chicken to fall. You were sorry for not being polite enough, but the heartache you got right now was completely insane.

SAN

Your relationship with San was completely disastrous these days. He was barely talking to you and was completely out of mind. When you asked him what was going on, he was denying everything. Just saying that he was tired or even exhausted. You even asked his closest friend Wooyoung, but he couldn't help you. After a few days, you just gave up. You tried to cheer him as many times as you could, but it went worse day by day. When he was talking to you, he always had this sad smile on his face. You couldn't see this warm and kind presence in him anymore.

Tonight, you stayed at the dorm for the night. You had a movie night with the boys, and everything seemed pretty fine. San was laughing and talking like usual. He was just still a little bit distant with you, but it wasn't a matter anymore. At the end of the movie, everyone went to sleep. Only you and San were remaining in the living-room. "Should we go to sleep?" you yawned. "You can go if you want. I'll stay here for a bit." "You are not tired?" "Not really." "Then I will stay awake a bit too," you smiled at him. Touched by your actions, he smiled back at you. But you notice this sad look on his eyes again. "San," you called him quietly, "come and sit here." You patted the seat next to you. He nodded and executed. You didn't try to touch him in any kind of way, he seemed really tense. "What about you tell me what is going on babe?" You nicely asked. "What do you mean? Everything is fine." "I know you well, so I can spot when you're lying or not." You declared to dissuade him. Your boyfriend didn't reply. He simply stared at his feet. "Tell me." You insisted softly. "I won't judge you." "I think you will," he added. "I won't. Come on... I don't like seeing you like this." He hesitated again. But, seeing your face so worried about him made his heart clench. "Okay... It took at least a few weeks for me to consider the situation and try to find a solution." He glanced at you, looking if your attention was still on him. "I saw my ex-girlfriend 1 month ago." He gulped. "I know it's not a good thing at all. It was a coincidence. She was behind me at the queue." "And what's the matter?" You asked. San struggled to find his words. He knew that it would be hard no matter what he says. The whole situation was a torture for him. He kept this secret for so long that he was overwhelmed by it. "Babe, why are you crying?" you asked, terribly worried now. You tried to comfort him with a hug, but he moved back. "San, I just wanted to-" "I'm in love with her Y/N." He said, looking right at your eyes. He hated himself for doing this to you. The look on your face made his heart break in a dozen of pieces. "W-What do you mean by you love her?" You stuttered. "I can't stop thinking about her. I want to be with her again. No matter how hard I'm convinced you are my soulmate." He sobbed, wiping his tears. "San..." "I'm really sorry. I want to erase her from my mind, but I can't." He held your hands, keeping them on his cheek. "I don't want to lose you." "I need to go." You claimed, grabbing your shoes as fast as possible to leave the dorm. San tried to hold you back, but a part of him just convinced him to let you go. He wasn't sure about his final feelings for his ex-girlfriend. But he couldn't stay cold and distant with you.

MINGI

Yesterday, you talked about going to the amusement park together and he was so excited about this that you couldn't help but to buy 2 tickets the same night. Lucky for you, he had a whole day off. That's why you were surprised when he declined your offer. You didn't tell him that you bought tickets, it was supposed to be a surprise. And you were sure that today, your boyfriend and you, will have a really good day.

It didn't last long since you got to the dorm. You exited the taxi as fast as possible, your tickets right in your hand. You were holding them like if they would disappear. "Yes sure, I'll be glad to go there with you." You heard your boyfriend's voice in the hallway. You didn't focus too much on what he just said because you were glancing too much at the girl figure in front of him. He was smiling so much that it could hurt his jaw. "Mingi?" You called him with a quiet and shy voice. He stopped looking at this girl and focused on you. The smile on his face faded a little bit. But too much for your liking. "What are you doing here Y/N?" He asked, walking towards you. You shyly showed him the tickets for the amusement park that you were tightly holding since you hopped off the taxi. "You were so happy yesterday when he talked about that so I thought it would be a good idea to go today." You smiled at him. "Let's talk a second, please." He grabbed you by the shoulders to bring you in the staircase. "What's going on? And who's she?" "I can't come with you today. I'm sorry but Hyejin needs me for something." You raised a brow, "Hyejin? Like Hyejin, your ex-girlfriend?" He simply nodded, not daring to say 'yes' out loud. "You are seeing each other again? I mean it looks like you planned your day." "We saw each other last week and it was already planned." He said, biting his lip because he knows you will be upset. "Ah. So, you see each other a lot?" you asked. "These times yes, but strictly as a friend." "As a friend? Are you sure?" He was avoiding your stare. Since their first meeting after their break-up, he couldn't stop thinking about her. "Should I take this long silence for a no?" "I'm not sure." He finally replied. "Not sure?" you looked right at his eyes. "How is it possible to not be sure?" "I love you. But I love her too." His words felt like a ton of hammers hitting you right in your chest. Never you thought that these little words would be so painful. "How do you know you love her?" "I-I don't know, I just want to see-" "No wait. How do you know you loved me?" "Y/N, I love you. You should know that of course." "Then you should have been loving me and only me." You claimed, your mouth shaking a bit. "It's complicated..." he sighed. "It's not Mingi! You broke up with her because she cheated on you. Do you hear me? She cheated on you!" You talked enough louder for her to hear you. "I know that." "Are you really considering going back with someone who broke your heart?" You asked, completely disgusted. "She changed, she told-" "I can't." You cut him straight, bumping into him so you could exit this creepy staircase and stop seeing his face. Just before opening the entrance door, you saw her. With this arrogant smile on her face. You wanted to insult her, to punch her on this cold floor and yell that Mingi didn't deserve someone like her. But you just walked out and jumped in the first taxi. You were so disoriented that you couldn't even breathe anymore. The taxi driver didn’t have enough time to ask you where you were going, that you busted in tears on the back seat.

WOOYOUNG

“Hi guys”, you greeted the boys. “Hello Y/N,” said San, waving at you. “If you are looking for your boy, he’s choking at the cafeteria.” “What is he doing here? I thought he wanted to keep his diet.” “We don’t know but he seems pretty confused these days.” Added Yunho. “Alright... I go check on him.” You said, leaving the backstage room. As fast as you could remember, you went straight to the cafeteria. Exactly as the guys said, Wooyoung was there. He was bent over the balcony, his gaze lost on the city under him. His back was facing you, but you could feel a strange aura coming out from him. You opened the door slowly and joined him. “I think you are going to hurt yourself if you jump this high.” Wooyoung giggled lightly. “Even if my body is going to crush away, that wouldn’t be the painful thing right now.” “That’s not ready a mindset you should have before going up on stage.” You stated. “What’s going on?” Your boyfriend sighed once again. He was still looking right at the crown under the balcony. “Do you think you are going to forgive me?” “For what?” “For falling in love with someone else.” You looked straight at him. You could easily say when your boyfriend is joking but now, you saw that it wasn’t the case at all. “Are you...?” “Serious? Yeah. Sadly I am.” He ran his hands through his black hair. “I’ve met Soojin backstage and my dumb heart fell for her again.” Even if you were disappointed and sad about this unexpected confession, you couldn’t be mad at him. “It’s okay. We can’t control our feelings.” You tried to comfort him. “You are not mad at me?” You shook your head, “it’s better that you told me before doing stupid or regret it for the rest of your life. Right?” “You are so... perfect! Why I am so stupid!” He punched his forehead. You held his hand before he could hurt himself. “Don’t. Feel. Mad.” “If only I could turn off a button to erase these feelings about her!” “Maybe it’s just because you saw her...” Before Wooyoung could explain, Seonghwa interrupted both of you. “Lovebirds stop flirting! Wooyoung we need to go.” You were not lovebirds anymore. “I’m coming!” He yelled back. “Let’s go.” “I think it’s better if I don’t come with you.” “Y/N...” “Don’t worry about me! I’m a strong and grown girl!” You flexed your arm. “I really need to go but I don’t think I’m done with you.” He patted your back. You nodded enthusiastically just to make him leave. No way, he could be here to see the “strong and grown girl” busting in tears.

JONGHO

You had a day off today and decided to spend it by your own since Jongho was too busy to hang out with you. Despite the disappointment, you didn’t give up and motivated yourself to enjoy a solo shopping day. You bought everything you found cute. Your only thought was to wear it for your boyfriend. All the compliments he told about your look since the first day you met, gave you a big head.

When you claimed that you were done for today (or better to say when you receive a message from your bank account asking you if your credit card was stolen), you went back home. On the way, you heard your boyfriend’s laugh not far away from you. Even if you thought that it was impossible, you followed your instincts and turned around. You were absolutely right; he was there at the terrasse of this cafe. Laughing with this girl who was smiling widely at him. Instinctively, you hid behind the nearest bus stop. A bunch of people were looking at you weirdly, but your attention was right on the scene in front of you. This girl’s face was familiar to you. “Is she a staff member?” You whispered. Instinctively, you took your phone off your bag and texted Jongho. [“Where are you?”] [“Practice room. Busy.”] “Sure...” you grunted. He was lying to you and seemed to be perfectly fine with it. Before sending him another text, you kept listening to their conversation. You didn’t know what to expect from Jongho. He seemed so different. So fake. Exactly how the boys described him when this girl is around. [“Hope you are having fun because Sienna looks like she is.”] Sienna. His ex. You saw an old photo of both of them on Jongho social media before you started to date. When the boy read your message, you saw his facial expression being confused. [“Where are you? I can explain.”] You didn’t want to confront him by message. You got out of your hiding place and walked just in front of the table. “Hello lovebirds.” You greeted them sarcastically. “Y/N...” “Who is she?” “I’m Y/N. His current girlfriend.” You replied before he could. “But I don’t think I will stay it for long because I heard your conversation. Seems like he really wants to go back with you. Congratulations.” You clapped arrogantly. Jongho stood up, gripping your wrist, “Y/N stop. We will talk about that.” “I don’t want to talk about it with you. Wait.” You paused, pointing at him. “I don’t want to talk with you anymore.” “Y/N.” “If I didn’t cross the street randomly, I would never hear you saying that you missed to be with her and that you never stopped to love her.” “I can explain.” He repeated. Angrily, you grabbed the lemonade glass on the table and poured it on Jongho. “Too late for your miserable explanations Choi Jongho.” You throw the glass on the floor right between both of you and left them there. People would probably think that you did it to be dramatic, but no it was only to show Jongho how you felt. Broken inside.

[sugamoonv]

Eighth Member of BTS

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None, kinda angsty at first maybe??

Notes: This is kind of implied male reader as BigHit only deals with boy groups but I don’t think I used any pronouns so it should be safe for all genders to read

A.N: I’m back!!! I kind of, maybe, went off a little on this so I’m most likely going to make another part to this. If you guys would rather have it be Poly!BTS or delve in specific members, let me know! Love you!!

You’ve been training with BigHit for a little over a year 

You joined BigHit after they held international auditions and you miraculously made it through all rounds

Moving into the dorms and taking classes/lessons was a huge change from your typical school work/ job

The time you usually gave for school/work drastically decreased so you find yourself constantly busy

Your social life basically reduces to interacting with the others in your dorm and talking to your outside friends when you finally have the time

Being a trainee is stressful and the dorms you and the other trainees live in are small since people are constantly coming and going 

Depending on who you are, you either become comfortable expressing your emotions when having a difficult day, or you wait until everyone is asleep or find places you can get a semblance of privacy

You also have to become comfortable and seeing your roommates handle things

You usually have class in the afternoon and come back to the dorm to change and go to dance lesson and on one particular day, you walked in on your roommate sobbing to his parents over the phone because their voice kept cracking during vocal lessons

Trainee lessons take up the majority of the day so you have to reserve the time between you’re finished and when you fall asleep for assignments/outside studying

This time is usually between 1 and 3 a.m, so constant sleep deprivation becomes normal for you

You become a master at taking naps anywhere and at any time of the day possible

Sleep deprivation doesn’t help anyone manage stress in a healthy way and this has lead to your roommates repeatedly getting into serious arguments over boundaries and personal space

Being one of the older members amongst the trainees, this means that you’re called upon a lot to help settle disputes 

So when BigHit tells you that you’re debuting, you couldn’t be happier to move on 

You’re a little curious as to why BigHit is flying you to Korea before they tell you who the other members in your group are but you’ve learned not to question them

Perhaps the other members in your group are the trainees that live in Korea

By now, BTS is BigHit’s top group and has been debuted for a couple years now and has amassed a large fanbase

After working so hard, BigHit finally gave the members of BTS a couple months off

Though they noticed that after the first month and a half, BTS lost a bit of their momentum

They were still one of the largest performers in the world, but with them being on break and not releasing any music, dances, or videos, media somewhat lost interest and focused their attention on relevant celebrity news

To surpass this and keep BTS’s name trending, they made the executive decision to add another member

BigHit figured this would allow them to do more concepts, would change the dynamic/sound of the group's songs, and would ensure fans came back for their next debute to see who the next member was

BTS was made aware of this change but since they’re about to go on vacation, they don’t put much thought into it at first 

Until Namjoon texts the group, because you start trending number one on twitter with BTS after the announcement and of course Namjoon, is on social media 

Of course, your actual identity isn't revealed to the public

They all message their managers to ask about who you are 

Yoongi stalks all of your social media when they’re given your basic information

Jimin finds your Instagram and he lowkey thinks you’re cute but he’s not about to admit that 

Jungkook and Taehyung talk mad shit about you at first, to be honest 

Well, they don’t specifically talk about you, they’re more so angry at you being added because, in their eyes, there’s no need for a new member

Hoseok begins stressing day one because he doesn’t know how much you’ve been taught about their dances

He’s not really looking forward to the idea of having to teach a new person literally all of BTS’s past dances and work on changing the formations so you fit in

Namjoon and Yoongi are curious as to how BigHit is going to fit you during performances since you would only have parts in recent songs 

Also being the main producers of the group, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok don’t know what you sound like, whether you’ll be added to the rap or vocal line

It's basically a whole mess and everyone has to reconfigure

While BTS is on vacation, you’re actually in Korea learning the dances, in the recording studio, and practicing Korean nonstop

The first time BTS meets you is when they go to the dance studio to learn the new dance for their comeback song

You don’t know the dance either so figuratively, you’re all starting in the same place

You choke up when they first walk in

Namjoon and Jin are respectful to you, knowing that this was BigHit’s decision and they have no reason to hold a grudge against you specifically

Hoseok and Jimin remain professional but you can sense how much you being there stresses them out

Taehyung tries to be civil but you repeatedly catch him giving you dirty looks and rolling his eyes whenever you speak

Jungkook straight up ignores you

Not gonna lie, you’re first day meeting them goes awful 

But you already signed a contract with BigHit and your name was put out since BTS was officially back from vacation so no backing out now

It gets lonely real fast

You’re in a new country, the members of your group already have years of bonding over you, and the apartment you’re placed in is gigantic and extremely quiet compared to the dorms back in your home country

The members ease up a little after hearing and seeing you sing and dance and knowing that you can hold your own

Particularly Hoseok and Jimin, once they see you can keep up with them for the most part, they no longer worry about having to take time out of their day to specifically help you

Though this may also be a curse because Hoseok has a bit of a tendency to be harder upon his fellow members with choreography

You get called out/corrected by him SEVERAL times during practice

It isn’t until a couple weeks in when things start looking up for you

Yoongi had for the most part just focused on what needed to be done for the comeback, worrying about producing and perfecting the choreo himself, so he doesn’t really pay much attention to you

Until Yoongi notices it’s starting to become a pattern where you eat by yourself at one end of the room and he and the other members eat together or pair off

He’s pretty sure there have been a couple nights where you’ve pretended you weren’t hungry or made an excuse to eat alone when Jin or Namjoon politely invite you to eat

Jimin has noticed this too and has lightened up since the first day meeting you, but still keeps his distance

After an already long day working, waking up at 4am, Yoongi specifically makes sure that you can’t escape eating lunch with them

Most of them are too hungry to even try to object, not that they really would as you’ve spent enough time with them that they’re all starting to warm up to you 

Jungkook and Taehyung don’t give you looks as much but they’re still not their boisterous selves when you’re around

Hoseok and Jin are in their own world with their own conversation with Namjoon occasionally adding input when taking small breaks from his phone

Yoongi’s the one that really talks to you while you’re all eating

Jimin is honestly a sweetheart so when he sees Yoongi actually asking about your life, he feels guilty and joins in on the conversation

Yoongi finds that you and him actually have quite a few things to bond over

Jimin’s surprised at how funny you actually are

Once you got comfortable in the conversation, you said a few jokes here and there that made Jimin and whoever else listening at least smiles

Neither Jimin or Jungkook are thrilled at how easy is it for you to make Jimin laugh but the blush on Jimin’s cheeks show he doesn’t care about it nearly as much as Jungkook

If anything, this means more competition for Jungkook as you’re already close in age so he might lose the spot of maknae and now he has one more person to fight for attention with

Namjoon and Jin are honestly the most mature ones in the group so they’ve let go of any grudges they had after the first few days upon meeting you

Namjoon’s happy getting to know you at the pace you’re comfortable at, though for the most part, seeing he has to worry less about how to cover up the tension between you and everyone else, lifts a huge weight off his shoulders

He can make an excuse as to why Jungkook or Taehyung may be quiet and trusts them to not actually let their personal feelings ruin an interview/performance

You find out two months into preparing for the comeback that you’re still not allowed in group photos with everyone

You and the other members are doing a small, unannounced appearance and at the end, took a photo with the interviewer/crew members

That is until your manager pulls you from the photo and keeps you to the side where the camera can’t see you

Your name may have been announced but BigHit wants to keep your identity secret for the most part until the comeback stage

Taehyung can’t help but be drawn back to when he was kept hidden as a secret member and recalls exactly how it felt when he was pulled from photos

With this, Taehyung realizes that you haven’t put out any videos/vlives since joining them even though they all have 

This is the final push it takes for Taehyung’s behavior to change towards you

Instead of sticking with Jungkook, he actually starts seeking you out when you guys have small breaks and joins you and whoever else during meals 

At this point, you’re already on a good basis with everyone else and are closest to Yoongi, Jimin, and oddly Hoseok

Hoseok sort of took you under his wing when one night, you asked him for help with the choreo and eventually delved into how you loved dancing as a child

Hoseok thought it was cute the way your eyes lit on when talking about it and saw a bit of himself in you

On one of the rougher days, Taehyung overhears you crying after repeatedly being barred from photos/appearances with the other members 

Taehyung becomes extremely determined from that day to offer unconditional emotional support

Whenever you’re alone, if no one joins you, Taehyung’s right there by your side

If one of the instructors/producers/managers is harsh with you, Taehyung is there to defend you or make you feel better after

If you’re not allowed to take a photo/video with them, Taehyung makes them ten after to store for when you are officially introduced to ARMY

Jungkook only warms up to you after seeing the other members get close to you

He didn’t tell anyone, but he’s secretly happy that there’s another member that’s the same age as him 

Because honestly, having to constantly live up to the name Golden Maknae, is a lot of pressure

He hopes that with you being there, Army may stop expecting so much of him and he’ll have more room to simply be a person in their 20’s

Only when Jungkook gives you a chance, does he find that you can match his chaotic energy

He invites you to the gym a couple times and ends up having fun

Jungkook also invites himself to your’s and Jin’s mukbangs

Jin began having mukbangs specifically for you because you told him how little food you had tried that he had grown up with and took on as a personal mission to introduce to you Korean cuisine

With you, Jin, and Jungkook all in the same room, things sometimes get out of hand and sometimes noodles may or may not be thrown

Jungkook also discovers that he immensely enjoys picking you up

(Because let's be honest, you probably have a muscle kink like Jimin, at least when it comes to Jungkook)

Namjoon finds it hilarious that Jungkook will just pick you up and walk off with you 

Jimin gets a little jealous but he can’t stay mad at you and Jungkook easily finds a balance between you two

Jin’s just happy that Jungkook leaves him alone now that he’s focused on you

On top of being randomly carried around, you also find that the members have practically no personal boundaries with each other

Sure, if someone is upset or wants to be alone, they’re left alone, but when all in one room, your body is fair game to everyone

There’s a lot more ass slapping then you expected to come along with debuting 

Ass slapping, ass grabbing, ass petting?????

And you weirdly learn that everyone is okay with their crotches being touched/touching others’ crotches

Especially Hoseok and Jungkook

You’re no longer lonely either because someone is always cuddling with you

You walk past Jungkook or Taehyung while they’re sitting and they pull you onto to their lap

Jimin will help you stretch and if you’re not required to rehearse, just stays there

Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jin aren’t as openly needy as the hyung line, but if you all have to fit onto a small couch, they’re more than happy to have you be on their lap or be sitting in very close quarters with you 

Yoongi is the one you thought that didn’t actually like cuddling for some time but he never objects when you wrap your arms around his waist, hug him, or literally crawl on top of him when he’s trying to nap

You even one day as a joke, crawled into Yoongi’s lap while he was working in his studio so that you were chest to chest and you had your legs wrapped around him and he simply kept on working

You stayed in that position for so long and Yoongi becomes extremely quiet when focused that you dozed in and out for some time

When Yoongi decided to call it a night, he had to wake you up and you were incredibly sleepy at that point so he just brought you to his apartment since it was closer and safer than you traveling back to yours alone

Newsflash: Yoongi becomes an incredibly big cuddler when unconscious

By the time you perform your comeback stage, BTS is incredibly whipped for you 

Army first makes you number one on trending news when the music video/dance videos are released and you have a few performances

They all can’t help but notice how much the members of BTS love you in the first big interviews aired

You become integrated into Army culture seemingly overnight

Namjoon will show you memes on twitter where a fan may be calling out how handsy Jungkook was with you last interview

Or memes of Namjoon or Hoseok getting angry at members but when you do something, they’ll automatically let you off the hook and coddle you 

Memes of how you’re just another hot person that Jimin’s collected

You’re shocked that so many fans actually like you and accept you because you were incredibly nervous that  you would become hated for joining the group

Of course, there are still fans that are extremely protective of the boys or simply don’t agree with the group dynamic being changed, and so they come after you

For a little while, BigHit has to up security because some fans are so put off that they actually write you death threats

Hoseok and Jimin are the first ones to help you when you have a panic attack or get overwhelmed by fan presence as Hoseok has had panic attacks and Jimin’s dealt with death threats as well

Taehyung, of course, is quick to help right after them

Taehyung and Jungkook have had bad experiences being chased/mobbed by fans so they always stay close by you in airports/entering buildings/and any other place that attracts large enough groups they need security

Namjoon is incredibly grateful for you joining though, especially after the comeback because you’re able to help with translations for the members that still struggle with English

Jungkook has been dedicating to learning the language and for the most part, doesn’t need your help but he’ll still come to you to practice having conversations in English

Jimin also likes to play this fun game with you, Namjoon, and technically Jungkook since he’s able to translate if he wants, where he’ll say extremely flirty things and watches you and Namjoon squirm for a couple minutes because he knows you can’t translate what he actually said in an interview

Luckily he only does this for interviews that aren’t aired on tv and are made easily rewindable by Army

Yoongi and Hoseok have a field day with Jimin’s game too

Yoongi and Hoseok will just laugh when Jimin says something but once all cameras are off, they’ll repeat Jimin’s pick up lines to you and Namjoon leaving both of you a blushing mess

Yoongi does the same thing too in a way but instead of flirting, he’ll just say something inappropriate

He tries to tell younger Army constantly that things like stealing and dropping out of school are okay

Which huge ass nerd Namjoon quickly cuts him off

Yoongi and Jimin honestly feed into each other while doing this

Sometimes you and Jungkook team up on teasing Hoseok, using complicated English words and laughing when Hoseok pretends to know what you guys are saying even though everyone knows he doesn’t 

Y’all will continue to do this until someone else calls Hoseok out

But it's all in good fun so no one actually gets upset

Overall, you being added to BTS went much better than you were expecting and you’ve grown so close to the boys that none of you can no longer imagine the group having any less than eight members

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[lightyagamiis]

My Time - Introduction

Pairing: reader x jungkook

Genre: time travel au, fluff, angst, future smut

Warnings: language, implied sex, mentions of blood at end

Word Count: 1.7k

“i can’t call ya, i can’t hold ya, oh i can’t. and yes you know, yes you know. oh i can’t call ya, i can’t touch ya, oh i can’t.”

next part

Jungkook POV:

year 2075

I was running. And I knew if I stopped...I would be dead within minutes.

My feet filled with pain each step I took, feeling as if my skin was slowly ripping from the bottoms.

I couldn't remember how long I've been running, I just know I needed to keep moving.

The yell's from my pursuers came from the distance behind me...they were catching up.

"The portal has to be here somewhere!" I whispered to myself.

My eyes darted in every direction in front of me, hoping and praying to a god that I would find it, before the ones chasing me found me.

I was out of breath and fixing to be out of time.

But then my luck kicked in.

The blue light of the portal slowly came into view. I smiled out of happiness, relief, and exhaustion. I WAS going to get out of here.

Once I reached the portal, I dropped down to my knees, flinging my backpack from my body and onto the ground. I pulled from it any tool I would need.

My plan?

To shut off the portal once I stepped inside.

Once my person has fully jumped through the light it will shut off immediately, and won't be turned back on unless they get the code. The code only I will create and have.

I opened the side panel of the portal, pulling out all the wires and tablets that helped run it and I got to work.

Their yells got closer, I was once again running out of time, but no luck.

I plugged in different wires and rewired some. The portal light turned off, then came back on.

"YES!!" I chanted, quickly throwing everything back into the panel and my tools back in the pack.

I flung the backpack onto my shoulders, quickly standing up and walking to the front of the portal.

"Jungkook! Stop!"

I heard the clicking of guns and felt the barrels pointed at my back.

I raised my hands up and slowly turned around to face them.

"Don't do this!" Namjoon begged, his hands shaking and gripping to his gun.

"You won't shoot me." I said, "and you can't."

Namjoon shook his head, "you're right. that's why you ARE going to cooperate and come back with us."

I chuckled, looking down at the ground. The night sky grew darker, which also meant I was wasting more time, "and if I don't cooperate? you'll shoot?"

"He might not, but I will."

I looked back up, seeing Yoongi slowly taking steps in front of Namjoon.

Yoongi's eyes were glossy, he was trying so hard to hold back his tears, "please man, don't do this."

"You know I have to do this. I don't have any other choice, Yoongi!" I snapped, "they will kill me once you bring me back to camp."

Yoongi shook his head, the tears now falling down his face.

I glanced around at the others...Jimin...Jin...Hoseok...Taehyung...Namjoon. They all had the same expression as Yoongi.

"Just come with us, don't make this harder." Taehyung begged, lowering his gun.

"No," I said, "I won't. And once I step foot in this portal it will shut off. You won't be able to catch me."

They continued to beg me to stay, I glanced at my watch, I only have two more minutes before the portal will shut off by itself.

"I love you guys," I looked at each of their faces one last time, "but I am out of time."

I turned around quickly, taking what little sprint I had left in me to run to the light.

"SHOOT HIM!" Namjoon screamed.

But it was too late.

I pushed my body through the portal.

Y/N POV:

present day:

You tapped the eraser of your pencil to your notebook, staring off into space out the window.

The voice of your science professor echoed in the background.

You watched the clouds slowly drift by, wishing and wanting nothing more than to be on that cloud, having it take you away from reality, from college, from your home life. Everything.

To drift away on that cloud to far away lands and counties. It would be the perfect way to travel.

Who wouldn't want to have their own personal cloud to travel with?

"Miss Y/L/N," your professor calls to you, jumping you not only out of your cloud chasing but also scared you half to death, you look to the front of the class, directly at him, "would you like to tell us the answer to the two elements or tell us what is so interesting out that window?"

The whole class snickered, now making you angry and embarrassed.

"Sorry, sir." you said nodding your head.

He nodded back to you, then turned around towards the whiteboard, teaching again.

You watched your classmates slowly turn back around, and then you sighed.

Life sucks sometimes doesn't it?

The school day came to an end. You stopped and picked up some fried chicken from your favorite fast-food restaurant, then jumped on the subway for the ride to your apartment or well, the station by your apartment.

You walked out of the station and down the street until you reached your apartment building.

Unlocking the door, you walked in to immediately be met with clothes on the floor, spreading out across the apartment leading to your roommate's door.

You sighed, slamming the door behind you on purpose.

The voice of your roommate and whoever it was that she was fucking could be heard from her room.

You dropped your backpack on the kitchen table and your bag of now an empty box from your fried chicken.

Your roommate, slowly walked out from her room, peeking around the corner.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" she shouted, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

She walked over to you, crossing her arms and thinking her lips in a firm line.

"Who else is here, Hana?" you harshly spoke, staring her up and down.

Hana looked down at her oversized tee shirt and long socks, "umm Mark from my English class."

You raised a brow slowly turning away from her, "that would have been nice to know before returning home."

"Y/N, listen I am sorry, but you usually stay late on Fridays so I didn't think you'd be back yet."

You sighed, "well guess you lost track of time," you stared at her, the look on her face did say she was sorry, "but it's fine, I forgive you."

She smiled, "thank you."

You nodded, "but are you guys ya know, done yet?"

Hana gave you this look, which told you she wasn't.

You nodded again, taking your phone and wallet from your backpack and shoving them into your jacket pockets.

"I am leaving, have your fun." You said turning on your heels and towards the door.

"You don't have to leave, Y/N." Hana whispered.

You opened the door, shaking your head, "I don't want to be here right now, plus I want to make some stops so enjoy Mark and try to be done by the time I get back."

You stepped out, closing the door behind you.

You loved Hana. She's your best friend since forever and you can't stay mad at her, you two grew up together. But you hated when she brought people home to sleep with. There were only two people you've ever approved of Hana being with, but Hana is a nonstopping train, constantly moving and never slowing down.

You walked to the nearest cafe, ordering your favorite coffee and taking a seat by the window.

You watched the sky turn dark and the stars came out. Watched as the people walked up and down the street.

You wish something more interesting would happen. You felt that your life was going forward but at the same time put on pause. You do the same routine every day, nothing ever-changing.

"Can something actually happen to me?" you mumbled, spinning the spoon around in your coffee cup.

As if on cue, a bright blue light popped up, nearly blinding you and the others in the cafe.

You squint your eyes, seeing a circular shape out of the light but something also coming through it.

Wait no. It wasn't something, it was someone.

He fell through the light, landing on top of your table, the coffee cup falling and crashing to the ground.

The blue light disappeared, turning the cafe to normal.

You stared down at the man who just came from it, he wasn't moving.

"Hello?" you asked him, putting two of your fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. He was alive.

The touch of your cold fingers to his neck jolted him awake. He lifted his head up at you, his face was confused and scared.

He jumped up from the table almost falling back over.

"Hey are you okay?" you asked, "where did you come from?"

He looked around and then back at you.

"Where am I? What timeline is this? What year is it?" he asked the question quickly.

Before you could answer, he winced in pain, leaning over the table. One hand gripping the side of the table, the other covering his lower abdomen.

Your eyes went to his abdomen, seeing blood spill through his fingers.

"Let me see." you said forcing his hand from his side.

Your eyes widened, "you've been shot!"

"No shit," The man said shaking his head, "they actually shot me."

He covered his wound again, gritting his teeth at the pain.

"You need to go to the hospital!" you panicked, taking your phone from your pocket, ready to dial 911.

"No!" he shouted, taking the hand from the table and gripping it on your arm, "you can't do that!"

"And why not?!" You shouted, panicking even more, "I need to help you!"

"Do you have medical training?" he asked.

You slowly nodded, "I am a doctor in training. But I am also still going through college and I haven't finished yet."

"That's fine," he said gripping your arm tighter, "take me anywhere but the hospital, I'll explain later. Please" he begged.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, thinking. Finally you nodded, "okay, I know a place."

It probably wouldn't be a good idea, but the only place you can think of to give him the medical treatment he needs that isn't a hospital is your own apartment.

"Hana is going to have a field day with this."

[julietstar]

Late Night Worries - KTH

I’m tired of being what you want me to be - ‘Numb’ Linkin Park

The remnants of screams echoed in the empty and dim-lit room as Taehyung rewatched the concert cam. The energy seemed to pulse through his screen as he watched the twentieth fan cam he found on YouTube. He knew he shouldn’t have been making himself miserable, but to be honest, Taehyung knew he was past that period. He felt numb. After all, it was now three AM, and he was still watching concert videos. He didn’t care if he was rehashing the same concerts, just with different city names in the titles. The songs being sung getting muffled over all the loud bass and cheers.

The door cracked open, and a head of pink hair peeked through, squinting towards the figure hunched over their phone. Jimin looked over at his best friend, who was currently sniffling while watching videos. Moments prior, Jimin didn’t know why he had woken up. Grabbing his phone to check the time, only to temporarily blind himself. The phone was lighting up the room, causing a very frustrated grumble to come from Jin. Quickly clicking his phone back off, Jimin decided to leave the room and get some water from the kitchen, which leads him to see Tae’s room door with light coming from underneath.

Stumbling sleepily over to his friend, he glanced over to notice that Yoongi’s bed looked untouched, which probably meant he was still in the studio. Focusing back on Taehyung, he hit the edge of the bed, nearly falling over onto him. “Are you still awake? Tae, you should be asleep!” He whispered at the boy, causing the said boy to jump and fumble to hide his phone.

“I-I was just checking something.” Taehyung quickly tried to cover for his apparent panic, trying to place his phone under his pillow. Jimin instantly crawled onto the bed and snatched said phone before Taehyung could put it under the pillow.

“What were you looking at?” Jimin snickered at his best friend’s panic, immediately swatting the hands away from trying to get back the device.” Something sexy?”

“N-no, Minnie, give it back!” Taehyung tried to whisper but came out louder due to him panicking. He didn’t want Jimin to look at the video, feeling the crushing embarrassment start to rise in his chest. He nearly was ready to wrestle the boy as he watched Jimin speed type in his password. “What the hell? I changed it literally yesterday?! How’d you-“

“Tae, you’re my best friend, and we’re basically psychically connected. It wasn’t that hard to guess it’d be something along the lines of ‘YeontanIsTheBestestBoy’” Jimin joked as he opened the phone. At the same time, Taehyung paused his flailing in disbelief.

“No way you guessed that!”

“What? Are you saying I’m not smart?” Jimin looked over at the black-haired boy and raised an eyebrow. Only for Taehyung to copy the action. The silence stretched for a moment, and Jimin sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Kookie saw you type it and told me you changed it…Dick.” Jimin swore softly at the end, which caused Taehyung to let out a quick laugh. “Now, what video were you watching?”

“Stop Ji-“

The loud sounds of the concert burst through the phone’s speakers once again, even with the low volume. The beginning sounds of Stigma played on the screen. Jimin was even more curious, exiting out of the full screen to see the YouTube title. “Tae, were you watching-“

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I was watching concert videos. It’s just that-“Taehyung started but trailed off, feeling his throat close up again. Jimin paused the video again and sat up to face Taehyung, noticing the tear tracks on his face.

“Oh Tae,” Jimin started, but seeing his expression, he decided to just hug him. Wrapping his arms around the boy, Jimin immediately felt his shoulder’s shake.

Taehyung didn’t know what happened, but he felt the numbness that had seemingly crept into him over the past weeks get ripped away. Only for the fear and sadness that had been underneath to overflow when Jimin hugged him. His sobs felt like they were punching through his rib cage. He tried to catch his breath, but it was like he was stuck in a pit. The shadows of the dimly lit room coming to grab at him, causing him to gasp out and feel as if his life was being sucked out.

“It’s okay, Tae. Let it out. You’re safe, don’t worry.” Jimin soothed, feeling himself get choked up at his friend’s emotional outburst. Everyone was so tense, and while they were busy with everything new coming, it truly felt that they weren’t even allowed to mourn what they lost. Everything put up in the air, and they were supposed to just forget it and move on. All that hard work and tireless months went in a flash of smoke.

“I - I just can’t stop thinking that this is it, y’know. That this is like… it. Every time I look online, it’s like the world is fucking ending and I just-I just feel so lost under the surface of this status. We’re put under this pressure, and I can’t stop thinking that I’ve failed everyone and myself and I-I can’t help anyone. It’s just- fuck Minnie, I just feel fucking numb to it. I’ve become so numb- become so tired to it, and I shouldn’t!” Taehyung choked out quickly, feeling his fears flood out his mouth at a speed even Yoongi would be impressed by. All that had been swirling in his head nonstop. The constant barrage of being told ‘Yes, well after this,’ becoming ‘We don’t know when-‘. All feeding into his fears of genuinely becoming a caged animal. He listened to Jimin continuously telling him to take deep breaths, to match his, and finally feel the panic attack die down.

“I know it’s been hard, but you shouldn’t keep this all in Tae. You have to talk about this,” Jimin pulled back, holding Taehyung’s shoulders. “If we all just keep those thoughts inside, we’ll believe them, but they’re all lies.”

“But how do you know that?” Taehyung urged, feeling that the thoughts were inescapable. He had been trying, listening to his members, reading comments and posts from ARMY helped, but the voice in his head made him question if he was worth it. He felt tired from fighting the urge to hiding under his blankets and forgetting everything in the world.

“Well, I know that because one: I’ll never leave you alone, and I know that the other’s will do the same. Just cause Yoongi complains about my optimism or Jin nagging about you not wanting to go anywhere doesn’t mean they wouldn’t drop anything for either of us. Two: ARMY has stayed with us for breaks longer than this and loves us so much that I sometimes worry I can’t even reciprocate. And like y’know I’m the best at giving love.” Jimin sniffed up, which made Taehyung giggle at his best friend’s attitude. Jimin seeing his smile, made his heart warm, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe the tears that ran down Taehyung’s face and cupping his face. “See, even you see that it’s an insane amount. And… we’ll have to work more in the future, or Tannie will kill us since we’d be around him too much.” Which caused Taehyung to gasp at Jimin’s final statement.

“Excuse you, Tannie would never kill me. Maybe you since last time you nearly tripped him.”

“Tripped him? He ran underneath my feet!”

Both boys laughed, falling backwards on the bed at their ridiculous argument. After the laughter settled, Jimin looked over at Taehyung and saw him with a small smile on his face. It made him smile back up at the ceiling, reaching over and grabbed Taehyung’s hand. “See? Honestly, you ain’t getting rid of any of us that easy.” Jimin started with a matter-of-fact tone.

Taehyung glanced over at Jimin’s smug face. “I guess so.”

“Just think of this as the break between the concert and encore. We’re building antici-“

“Pation!” The boys both yelled, laughing at their stupid joke to only hear the door open and get an RJ flying at their faces.

“I swear to god if you two don’t shut up, the next thing I’m throwing in is the frying pan!” Jin shouted before slamming the door shut, causing another laughing fit amongst the two.

Taehyung grabbed the blanket and threw it over them, as Jimin tossed RJ over onto Yoongi’s bed.

“Night Tae-Tae.”

“Night Minnie…Thanks for checking on me.” Taehyung whispered, snuggling against Jimin.

“That’s what soulmates are for.” Jimin whispered back, both smiling as they fell asleep.

[minniepetals]

feelings of doubt

— request: I’m weak for your poly bangtan scenarios :’) Could you do a poly scenario where you get into a fight with the boys but with a happy ending? Thank you💗

— paring: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, poly!au

— word count: 1.3k

— warnings: none

"Why am I the one in the wrong?" 

"It's been weeks, Y/N," Yoongi stressed, voice carrying out of anger since the past few minutes the fight had escalated into a more heated argument. The problem wasn't exactly your fault but clearly they only saw what you had done wrong instead of reflecting on themselves, or rather, they just didn't realize that they too had been hurting you. 

"You haven't been around for weeks, why do you think we're upset?"

"Oh, so finally you notice my lack of presence after two weeks?" You scoffed at Yoongi's words, crossing your arm against your chest and refusing to back down even though it was seven against one. You weren't going to apologize nor were you going to cry. 

You couldn't, you shouldn't.

"Of course we noticed before this," Taehyung claimed. "But we decided to give you space because you looked like you needed."

You scoffed at the excuse. "So you thought giving me space was the answer to solve our problems? You thought I didn't wanted those comforts or needed a hug once in a while?"

"Clearly not because you're hanging out with other people now," Jungkook argued.

You stared at him for a quick second, feeling even more dejected and hurt. "I can't believe you just said that," you breathed. "You don't trust me anymore, is that what is it? Is that why we're having this conversation right now? Because you haven't seen enough of me and think I'm out trying to grab the attention of other men?"

"You're giving us the doubt, Y/N," Jin stated, agreeing with Jungkook's words. "You've been distancing yourself so much lately."

"What if we did that?" Jimin added in. "What if one day we come home and you see us dreading just coming back to this place and we begin to distance ourselves from you? How would you feel?" 

"You'd feel hurt," Hoseok answered for you. "You'd feel like we no longer need you and start to doubt our feelings."

Furrowing your brows as you felt the tears beginning to form, you quickly blinked them away to make you look stronger than what you were feeling at the moment. They were doubting your feelings for them and you couldn't help but feel as if the relationship was about to fall apart. "I don't need to worry about that because you guys are always around each other," you mumbled a little softer than the voice you had been using. 

"What does that have to do with this?" Hoseok asked.

"It has everything to do with it!" you cried and this time your tears had actually broken down the walls and raining down your cheeks. Everything froze at the moment and no one spoke a word. The only thing that was heard was your shaky breathing as you made eye contact with each one of them before averting your gaze away. 

Wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort, you stared down at the floor, hoping they wouldn't see the tears that was now falling down fast. 

"Haven't you tried to consider my feelings in this?" You hinted, voice starting crack and you just felt like breaking down but knew the fight needed to get resolved otherwise misunderstandings would only make things worse. "Don't you think I'm hurting too?" 

You took a deep, shaky breath, and was ready to start explaining your point of view. "You came back from tour four months ago. The first couple of days were great, everything resumed to normal and I was happy waking up to see your faces greeting me each morning. But then things began to change when news of the next album was to be finished in a few months. 

"I understand your love for music, for your jobs as idols and for the crave to satisfy armys and bang pd, and I understand that you won't always be around for me. I understood that the second I agreed to the relationship." You paused, giving your words a little more thought as they all patiently waited to hear everything you had to say. 

"But don't you think it gets a little hard for me?" You asked softly. "I knew what I was getting into but I love you all so I didn't wanted to give that up. I know how great your passion is for music, but lately I've been feeling as if you're forgetting I'm even in this relationship. You guys always have each other to turn to and it hurts me because whenever I come home, there's no one to greet me and pull me into a hug when I need the comforting. 

"You're all locked up at Bighit, staying there for the longest time and forgetting the fact that I'm eating alone and going to bed alone. I know I don't have talent in the music field but I miss it, you know? Like when you used to let me listen to your soundtracks, or let me see your dance moves or invite me to play games with you, or just the fact that I was there by your side." You sniffed softly, still refusing to look at them as you wiped your own tears away. "And it makes me question whether I even matter in this big relationship anymore."

"Of course you matter in this relationship." At Hoseok's words and him pulling you close against him, you began to break down even more. The tears fell down nonstop yet he was there to hold you closely. That was what you missed the most, them being there for you when you were at your most vulnerable self. "You will always matter to us, Y/N."

"I'm so scared," you sobbed. 

"Everything will be alright," Namjoon assured as they all gathered around you. Gently, he reached out to tuck some strands of hair behind your ear, revealing your face clouding with sadness. "We're here for you," he said, cringing at how wet your cheeks were combined with your red eyes of tears. 

"Gosh, we're so sorry for making you feel like this," Taehyung apologized. "Sometimes we forget the fact that we get to see your beautiful face when we wake up or come back home from a long day of work, thinking everything is still blissful and happy because you'll always be there, and we forget that you don't get to experience that same assuring feeling."

"We're so sorry for doubting you," Yoongi said. "We wanted to just talk things out, fix the misunderstanding by trying to understand you but," he sighed, "I don't know where things went wrong."

"I think it just escalated with the frustrations because we all just miss each other so much," Jimin opined and you could honestly agree to that.

"We should had just tried to see your perspective in this rather than assuming things," Jungkook said, nibbling on his lower lip out of guilt. 

Jin nodded, agreeing. "Things would had been much better if we had just asked what was wrong."

"I should had said something about it instead of keeping it bottled up inside," you sniffed. "I'm sorry too."

"I think we're all at fault here," Namjoon noted sadly. "But you know that we love you, right?" 

Staring back at him, your lips pressed together. "Do you?" 

Chorus of yeses all came out at once at your question and Hoseok pulled you in tighter, letting his chin rest atop your head. "Gosh, of course we love you, that's out of the question." After saying so, the man pulled away slightly to hold your face in the palm of his hands as he stared at you with a soft loving gaze. "I should remind you everyday so you'd never forget, huh?"

You smiled. "You should."

"I love you," Hoseok said at your request then planted a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

"I love you too," you answered before turning to the others. "I love all of you."

"We love you too, Y/N. Always," they promised.

[95liners3rdmember]

Worth It

Chapter Thirteen: Concert Day 1

Word Count: 5424

Chapter Twelve: Last Night

Ever since Natalie went back home, the members and I have been going nonstop. We had to put the finishing touches on the MAMA performances, which also happen to be the songs we needed to film and finish up anyways. My favorite was the ‘Mic Drop’ remix, but it was also the most exhausting. Even after they were finished and leaving for the day I stayed behind to make sure that there were no changes that needed to be made to make it better or easier for them. A few times Jimin or Namjoon caught me staying late and that would spark a small disagreement but at the end of the day they both knew that there was no way in changing my mind. After all if I could work through all of the pressure of award shows or tour dates then I’m not cut out for this job.

Which is why I’m sitting in my car watching over the last concert performance. I wasn’t here when the choreo was made for the Wings tour so I’ve been having to learn it all on top of everything else. It normally wouldn’t be a big deal but I want to make sure the members can come to me if they are having any problems. The first concert for the three day back-to-back-to-back performances start tonight and this is the most nervous I’ve ever been in my entire life. Yesterday rehearsal went pretty well but there were a few changes made to the stage so I need to go in and make sure it’s still safe enough for them.

My heart is beating out of my chest as I pull my sunglasses down to cover my eyes, as I exit my car I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head towards the staff entrance. It’s early enough to where the only people here are the security team and the stylists. After a quick greeting I’m walking down the long hallways towards the staff room. Small laughter echo from the fitting rooms and I find myself stepping lighter so I don’t disrupt their little world. Hopefully my assistant will be here soon to keep me company, after all the members are going to be too focused on the performance.

Peeling out of my hoodie, I toss my sunglasses into my bag and dig out my headphones. As I walk down the hallway towards the stage I pull my hair up and out of my face. The stage crew all wave a good morning greeting and I kindly return it as I make my way up to the stage. In an hour or so the backup dancers will be here with the members and we will do a runthrough of the concert to make sure everything looks good. But for now I have the entire stage to play around with. Hitting shuffle, I place my phone down on the edge of the stage and I let my body follow the music.

As I move, I can’t help but smile. I’ve never and never will perform on a stage at this magnitude. But it’s fun to play around and just imagine what the energy would feel like. It’s no wonder why they all start to miss the stage after stepping off.  It’s actually insane to witness how much they’ve changed from the rookies to the seasoned group, yes they have a ways to go but I have faith that they will be able to make all of their dreams and goals achievable. And I’ll make sure I’m there with them for when the road gets tough.

Lately it’s been getting harder and harder for them to hide their struggles from each other. The one that really worries me is Jin oppa, as a person he knows what makes him happy and doesn’t really let the small things get him down. But lately he hasn’t been as playful or joyful. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed. After New Years the members are going away for a weekend with no staff and no cameras. Just seven boys that need time to separate themselves and figure out where their hearts are.

Spinning on the tips of my toes I almost fall over as I spot a pair of crescent shaped eyes watching me with a wide smile. Balancing myself, I take out a headphone and smile back at him. It’s surprising that he’s one of the first one’s here.

“Good morning Jimin. Seems you do know how to be early.” Teasing him, I move over to grab my phone. Seems I missed a few messages from him and a pout forms on my face when I read the offer for coffee. Turning back to him I can’t hide the pout but his smile turns into a smirk.

“Good morning y/n. Seems you missed a prime opportunity.” Rolling my eyes I walk over to him and just as I make it over he pulled out a large cup from behind his back, two actually. I try and grab one of the cups from him but he quickly reacts and holds it slightly higher. Seems he’s in a playful mood today,

“Thank you for bringing me coffee.” Tilting my head to the side I manage a wide, cheesy smile. Deep down I know it’s not hard to, afterall look at who’s standing in front of me. It seems to work as Jimin lowers his arm and gives me the one with a white straw. Jimin really did remember every detail, the one time all of our drinks were sitting together and I made the mistake of taking Yoongi’s. I swear I was wide awake for the rest of the night, I even came up with part of the choreo for an award show that night. Ever since I’ve always made sure that mine stood out.

“Anytime. It’s surreal that the tour is almost over.” Jimin’s voice softens as he looks out into the dark arena. His eyes seem a little darker than normal, the usual shine isn’t burning as bright. If there wasn’t a concert today I might mention it but I’d rather not makes things worse.

“It won’t be long before the next one starts though. And I have a feeling that it’s going to be even more amazing than this one. More memories.” Bringing the staw up to my lips I take a quick sip but nervously start to bite down on the plastic. In the short time I’ve been here I’ve already made so many memories with each member that I can’t help but be selfish and want to make more.

“I guess.” There’s a pained tone in his voice just before he starts drinking. Thinking quickly I set my cup down and scroll through my playlist. Jimin’s eyes watch every move I make, thankfully the stage crew have left to take a break before the other members come in. Finding the song I was looking for a huge smile breaks out across my face. Just as the song starts playing my hand wraps around Jimin’s wrist and I tug him away from the speaker that we were leaning on.

‘Go-Go’ fills the silence around us and we first start off trying to do the choreo but the more we get into the song, the more we just start goofing off. Turning to face each other we just make ridiculous face at each other as we dance in place. Jimin’s somber expression turns into the one that I always want to see on him, happiness. His mind is taken off of the performance tonight for a split second. As the song ends we both slow down to a stand still, our breathing ragged from jumping around like idiots. Honestly if you didn’t know who we were you would’ve thought we had never danced a day in our lives.

The next song starts playing and before I can walk away to change it Jimin gently pulls me towards him, making sure to keep his hands away from anything inappropriate, we start to move to the calming beat. ‘Serendipity’ softly plays behind us and I can’t help but feel my body start to heat up and turn red from the closeness. The fact that ‘Serendipity’ is playing doesn’t help either. Following his lead I place my hands on his shoulders and try to avoid eye contact the best I can.

Jimin softly sings along as we move in a small circle on the massive stage. My heart is beating out of my chest and I’m really scared that he might be able to hear it. Looking up at his through my lashes I can’t help the leap my heart does. His eyes are closed and a soft smile as formed, against my sides his fingers tap along with the beat. Carefully he pulls me closer as the song goes on, close enough that I’m able to wrap my arms around his neck. This is starting to get too intimate, too close for my liking. My brain can’t wrap itself around what’s going on and my heart feels like it could literally burst at any second.

“Let me love you…” Jimin’s voice is right in my ear as he sings, goosebumps form under my sleeves. It would surprise me if I looked like a love-struck teenager right now. Raising my eyes to him again our gazes meet and it’s intense. It’s corny to say the least, all of the K-Drama’s and fairy tales describe the same situation. If this were all happening under a different situation, if he was someone else or I didn’t work for him, I might have tried to kiss him.

“Jimin hyung where are you? And where’s Noona?” The invasion of Jungkook’s voice causes us to break apart. Jimin makes his way towards the young man’s voice as I just stand there and try to regain my composure. What just happened? Did I really just think about kissing Park Jimin? The person who I consider my second closest friend…. Seriously what’s wrong with me!

Rushing over to my phone, I turn off the music just in time for the other six to come walking out. Stuffing my things into my lone pocket, I look over and see that Jimin seems focused on whatever Jungkook is saying, but that’s none of my concern. Taehyung and Hobi come running up to me to go on and on about how Jimin beat them to practice for once. Saying that he must be an imposter and the real Jimin has been taken. Halfheartedly I laugh and agree but I know for sure that the real Jimin is with us.

Namjoon can tell that something is up as he raises a questioning brow. Shaking my head toward him, I go to stand near the sound booth. Everyone starts getting their in-ears and mics ready, someone from the sound booth hands me a mic just in case since I’ll be standing in the empty seats watching. Bending down, my phone and headphones come tumbling out of my pocket. Bending down to grab them, Namjoon taps me on the shoulder just as I was about to slide down the stage.

“What’s up Joon?” Whispering to him as the others are working on getting themselves wired up, he holds out his hand. Was I supposed to bring him something? Tilting my head I show my confusion and he can’t help but laugh.

“Give me your stuff, I’ll have Jungkook run them to the staff room.” His dimple peaks through as his smile forms. Feeling like an idiot I gently place the electronics in his waiting hand. Namjoon turns on his heels and I slide under the bar to drop down to the floor, making my way up to the mid bowl level. Just as I make it to a good spot, Jungkook yells into the mic to get my attention.

“Noona you really need to get pants with pockets.” I know that he’s teasing but I can’t help the guilt form in my stomach. I shouldn’t be having them do any favors for me. Bringing the mic up to my lips I talk softly.

“Jungkook you don’t have to take them. I can do it.” He waves me off and starts running to the back, mic in hand.

“I’m just teasing noona! Be right back.” The next thing I see is the maknae sprinting to the back of the stage and out of sight. I can’t help but laugh at his antics and energy, but I feel like a pair of eyes are on me…. I look over at Jimin and Tae, their mics are behind their backs as they are deep in conversation but Jimin’s eyes keep cutting over towards me. Yoongi seems to notice their isolation and he looks up towards me too.

Thankfully just as quickly as he disappeared, Jungkook returned. Breathing a sigh of relief I bring my mic up. My stomach is doing flips from earlier but I can’t worry about that right now, no right now my main focus needs to be this run through.

“Let’s start from the top.”

A few hours later and I’m crashing into a chair in the staff room. There were a few things that needed to be changed and luckily they were all minor. The managers stole the members from me right around lunch so they could eat and start getting ready. Which was a blessing in disguise since I needed a breather away from all of them for a moment. Between what happened this morning and their pre-concert energy I felt drained. I never expected them to be this hyper the morning of a concert.

My phone is blowing up with notifications and text messages from everyone. My assistant was letting me know that all of the backup dancers were ready and the changes were noted. Apparently any staff that drove themselves need to be aware that there will be a delay leaving tonight because of traffic and security is being magnified after seeing all of the fans waiting outside.

Never a dull moment at BigHit, looks like I won’t be getting home until later. Scrolling through my phone as I eat my box lunch, a message from Jimin pops up on my screen.

Jimin: ‘Can you come to the dressing room? Jin hyung is complaining that you haven’t been hanging out as much lately.”

My heart sinks in my chest, I really haven’t seen them much beside practice since before award season. Putting the lid on my lunch, I grab all of my stuff and make my way down the hallway. On my way towards the dressing room I pass by Manager Sejin who stops me.

“Hey y/n, good to see you! I know it’s been a while since we saw each other but I wanted to say thank you for all of the hard work. The guys seem happier having you here.” The smile he has when he mentions the members causes my heart to warm. Sejin really cares about each and every member of BTS with all of his being.

“Thank you Sejin, it’s been amazing and I can’t wait for next year.”

“I feel the same. Where you on your way somewhere? Because if you could, would you stop by their dressing room? A few of them have been complaining that they haven’t seen you outside of practice.” Wow, they really talk about me to Sejin. I can’t help but giggle at the statement.

“Actually I was on my way to see them. Jimin had texted me.”

“Oh then let me help, I’m pretty sure the door is shut and you have your hands full.”

Sejin leads the way and even takes my lunch from my hands. Smiling softly, he gently knocks on the door and lets them know he has a special delivery. He enters the room first and places my lunch down on the table, I enter behind him and the entire room burst out with cheers.

“Finally! It felt like you were avoiding all of us!” Jin yells from his spot on the couch, his hands hovering a pair of chopsticks over his steaming bowl of noodles. Seven pairs of eyes are on me as I stand like a deer in the headlights. They literally just spent over three hours with me practicing, but I guess just sitting together is different. Sejin says his goodbye and leaves the room quietly but not before I’m able to see the smile blossoming on his face.

The only empty seat is between Yoongi and Hobi, setting my bag down I carry my lunch over and curl up into the spot. There’s food spread all over the table in front of us and humidifiers fill the room with steam. Hobi hooks an arm around my shoulder and gives me a side hug. Leaning into his touch I maneuver to return the embrace.

“After the concert, let’s all go out and eat.” Yoongi suggest as I break away from Hobi and nudge him lightly. It’s been over a month since we’ve all gone out to dinner together and it sounds like a great idea. But is there going to be a restaurant open that late after the concert?

“Will anything be open that late? The last time I checked everything will be closed by then.” It seems to throw Yoongi for a loop as he digs out his phone to check the times of nearby restaurants. A defeated groan leaves his lips before he slumps into the couch. But before I let him get too defeated I pat his arm.

“We can cook at my house. I’ve been meaning to cook all the meat in my fridge before it goes bad. I just haven’t had time to since we’ve all been so busy.”

“But we will get back to the dorms before you will, security tends to rush us out of the venue as quickly as possible.” Yoongi has to remind me of the email that was sent around to everyone. Taking a bite of my rice, I shrug my shoulders. There’s a simple and easy solution to the problem.

“I’ll give one of you the key to my apartment. You all can go ahead and start cooking, hopefully I’ll be able to help once I get there. Trust me when I say there’s plenty of food, in all honesty I was planning on cooking more but most nights I order takeout on the way home.” Them all seem happy with the solution but Jin looks irritated that I’ve been skipping healthy meal choices for something quick. One day Jin went into big brother mode and scolded me for all of the takeout boxes I had in my office.

They all agree with the plan and we continue to eat our lunches in silence. As the members finish they all excuse themselves so they can shower and get ready for the stylist. Waving bye, Jin goes to throw his trash away and takes the opportunity to steal the empty seat beside me

“Have you been avoiding us?” Jin fake pouts as he leans his head against my shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if Jin is the real maknae of the group.

“You know I haven’t oppa, I’ve just been busy like you. I’ll make up for it tonight!” He seems satisfied with that answer. Jumping from his seat he pulls me into a tight hug, lifting me from my seat.

“See you before the show y/n! You better be cheering us on!” Jin’s laugh vibrates through my body before he sets me back down. He lightly jogs out of the room and silence greets me again. Only Jimin and I are left. Turning my attention to him, I see that he’s fidgeting with his phone, like he’s nervous about something.

“You’ve been done eating longer than anyone. Are you okay?” I get up from my seat and make my way over to Jimin, I pat him thigh playfully as I plop down on the couch beside him. Propping my head up with an arm against the back of the couch, I watch as he slowly locks his phone and bends over to get something from a bag.

“I wanted to give this to you earlier this morning but I forgot.” What is he talking about?

He hands me a box, thankfully it’s not wrapped up but I’m still confused. Taking the lid off my eyes widen as I pull out the contents. A new in-ear and pack, the ear piece has a white marble pattern like the case Natalie gave me for my laptop. On the battery pack my name is written. I was going to use an old pair that the company has had for a while, I never thought about getting my own because I wasn’t sure if I would need to wear one.

“It’s already paired with the crews and ours. You’ll be able to use it tonight and for the rest of the time you’re with us.” Tears form in the corner of my eyes and I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly. It’s such a thoughtful gift, Jimin really did think of everything today.

“Thank you Jimin, I’m guessing this is why you got here early today.” He nods slowly as I release my tight hold on him and go back to looking at the device in my lap.

“I should get going though before stylist noona comes looking for me.”

I can tell that Jimin is torn between leaving and staying, but I usher for him to get going. The last thing we need today is him getting scolded and me getting in trouble for keeping him longer than necessary. Just as he goes to cross the threshold, I call out for him.

“Jimin, you’re going to do great tonight.” Smiling I hold a thumbs up, earning myself the signature Jimin smile which instantly washed away any worry I have for tonight. With that he disappears from my sight and I’m left alone for the second time today. The next time I see them, they’ll be going up to the stage. I have no doubt they are going to do great.

The night has been going great so far, the arena is filled with an energy I’ve never felt before. Even at the concert back home there wasn’t this feeling. All night I’ve been smiling and watching from backstage. So far the solos have just gotten started and Jimin is performing ‘Lie’ next. My eyes are glued to the screen as Jungkook performs ‘Begin’, a few other staff members have joined me and from over the screen I can see Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi making their way towards us. They have a little break before they’re needed. Tonight is going to be a long night.

“Night in-ear.” Namjoon teases me quietly as he watches to youngest with pride in his eyes. Over the years they’ve all gotten stronger as vocalists and dancers, it’s amazing to witness.

‘Begin’ comes to an end and everyone is getting ready to compliment Jungkook, but all I can see is Jimin walking towards the lift in the stage. He’s turned on his performance mode and the seriousness in his eyes is intimidating. I offer him a quick thumbs up just as him and Jungkook trade places on the platform. They high five as they switch and Jungkook rushes past us to change into the next outfit.

“Jimin seems a little off tonight.” I almost jumped out of my skin as Taehyung sneaks up behind me. Nodding in agreement I watch as the screen starts to light up and Jimin’s solo begins, someone calls for me through my in-ear and before I turn to go to the changing room, I locked eyes with Taehyung.

“Cheer him on Taehyung.”

“Always. Please start calling me Tae. You call everyone else a nickname.” He pouts and I can’t help but laugh.

“Not true. I don’t call Namjoon anything besides his name.” Well at least in front of everyone else. But if Tae wants me to start using a nickname then I’ll do it. Waving a rushed goodbye, I listen through my in-ear and run towards Jungkook. He���s sitting on the chair rotating his shoulder, he must’ve tweaked his muscle again.

“Y/n Jungkook irritated his muscle during the first few sets. Should we come up with a backup plan for a few of the more difficult choreographies?” Jungkook looks at me with wide doe eyes as the medical aid starts to tape up his shoulder. There are only a few that I’m worried about and they can always be changed on the fly.

“Jungkook what do you want to do? I need to know how you honestly feel before making any changes. I don’t want you to push yourself too far.” My voice is stern but caring. The last thing I want is for him to be disappointed and in pain. I can’t judge the state that he’s in but I know the set after the second round of solos are going to be intense.

“Can I tell you after ‘I need U’? I’ll try out the tape and see if that helps anything.” Nodding, I watch him take some pain medicine before pulling his shirt back up. Looking up at the screen, Jimin looks troubled as his solo comes to an end. My heart drops when I see the frustration filled his face and his eyes start to turn red. That’s not good, what did I miss.

“I’ll go ahead and start thinking of alternative. But take it easy for a few before the next set. You did great out there Jungkook!” Offering him a smile, I take off running and that when my heart drops even more.

“Y/n we need you under the stage.” Everyone can hear the announcement and my feet carry me even further into the chaos. The members point me in the direction of the voice the summoned me and I guess in the chaos of things I failed to notice it was Sejin calling me. Tae looks at me with a pained expression. As I pass Yoongi who’s waiting to go up to the stage he yells out to me and grabbed ahold of my wrist pulling me in.

“His voice cracked while performing and he missed a stage right after.” Yoongi whispers into my ear so everyone else connected can’t hear. Afterall they all just witnessed it hands on while I was busy with Jungkook. Nodding, my heart picks up faster as I break away and find Jimin crouching down with Sejin standing above him. Turning off my in-ear, I take one out and crouch down to pull Jimin’s hands away from his face.

Sejin places a hand gently on my shoulder, looking up at him I can see that he’s having a hard time leaving. I mouth that I’ll take care of him and he takes that as a promise and walks away leaving Jimin and I alone. Jimin’s eyes are filled with tears that are threatening to spill and he looks angry with a touch of disappointment. Reaching up I pull out one of his in-ears and I take his face in my hands forcing him to focus on me. We don’t have a lot of time but I have to help him.

“Jimin, don’t worry about it and don’t beat yourself up. I know that you wanted to make sure everything was perfect for ARMY but sometimes things happen. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.” Jimin seems to be trying to calm himself but failing. His eyes look away from me and to the floor. All I can do is reassure him and try to make him feel better. We don’t have much time, ‘First Love’ is almost halfway through and after is ‘So Far Away’.

“Jimin, look at me. You’ve got this. I’m sure ARMY would much rather you be happy and continue having fun tonight. This weekend is the Finale of the tour, a tour you’ve grown so much on. Just push this to the back of your mind and try to keep having a good time.” Jimin’s eyes meet mine again and he nods. I stand back up and bring him with me, thankfully we have just enough time to get him to the dressing room to change.

I make my way back to the small huddle of the rap line, my body feels like it’s vibrating. First I needed to start thinking of ways to change the choreo last minute and then Jimin had an episode. Which is something I’ll never blame him for and I’ll always be there to help, but it takes a lot out of me seeing him like that. It takes a lot out of me seeing any of them in that condition. I guess I didn’t realize I was shaking when Namjoon places a hand on the small of my back. Looking up at him my vision is blurry, great now is not a time to cry.

Namjoon rushes me past everyone to the dressing room, which is now empty. He digs out my backpack and grabs my glasses’ case. As soft sobs take over I pop out my contacts and replace them with my glasses. Namjoon pulls me into a tight hold and rubs my back softly. This is not how I thought tonight would be going. At least Namjoon is the one with me because if it were anyone else I would be way worse.

“It’s going to be okay, things happen. Just breathe.” Breathing in and out a few times slowly, I wipe the tears from my face and look back up at him with a sad smile.

“I just hate seeing all of you struggle. There’s not much I can do besides provide moral support and it kills me.” My voice cracks as I wipe my face clean with my sleeve.

“That’s why after the New Year the members are going on a weekend trip remember. There’s a lot we all need to work out but having you in our corner really does mean a lot. I mean, I've never seen them get so attached to anyone this quick. So please don’t doubt yourself.” Nodding is all I can manage as I calm myself down, we’re running out of time before they all need to be up on the stage. We look at each other and nod in sync, making our way back to the understage.

Seems we were gone longer than I thought as the vocal line come back down to change quickly, Jungkook looks at me with a thumbs up and mouths that he will be okay the rest of the night. A strange feeling of relief washes over me but tonight I do need to come up with a backup plan just in case tomorrow he’s in the same position.

They all gather into a group and chant before standing on the lift, before my eyes they disappear onto the stage and it isn't long before the crowd cheers louder than I’ve ever heard. Sighing deeply, a wave of calm rushes over me but it’s short lived as I watch the screen. In times like these I’ll always be worried about them, even if they don’t want me to. Because in this short amount of time they’ve become more than just BTS, they’re my family.

Sejin joins me and motions towards the opening, I follow him quickly and the next thing I know we’ve made our way to the pit beside the stage. It’s not very visible from the audience but the members spot us as they run around waving to ARMY. I can’t help but cheer along and dance like I’m part of the purple sea.

“Anytime you want you can come out here and watch. There’s not much left to do accept cheer them on. At the end of the day though, that’s all we really can do. But it works better than anything. As long as they know we are in their corner.” Sejin smiles to himself as he waves back to the boys in front of him. He’s right, they need to know that the people they care most for are there for them. And I’m going to make sure that I do that tonight. Even if that means I make them a little upset in the process.

[honeymoonjin]

enjoy your stay - chapter ten

A/N - I don’t put links in anymore so that this comes up on search, but check my masterlist linked in my bio for links to every previous/future chapter.

Word count 3k (as usual). After reading this chapter, tell me on anon (or not) who you think MC is going to end up with! Things are getting veeery complicated, and it’s only going to get more complex from here!

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER TEN ↳The events of the past few days have changed things, and you struggle to remain professional at your job with the hole you’ve dug yourself into.

Seeing Jimin in the lobby or the hallways was a different experience than it used to be.

Gone were the cheeky back-and-forths, the inside jokes, the easy atmosphere.

You couldn’t help but avoid his gaze whenever you two were in the same vicinity, knowing that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to school your expression. You didn’t even know yourself how you’d react, if you would scornfully glare at him with a hateful scowl or just melancholily pine after what could’ve been.

Life had gotten infinitely more confusing within a very short space of time. It weirded you out, knowing what you two had done together, and also knowing what, or rather who, you had done almost immediately after.

Jimin obviously didn’t know, but you had no idea how long that would last. A shadow of shame was following you around in the two shifts you had worked since you and Jungkook…had gotten together. It was like all your morals and common sense had abandoned you to your foolish fuckery, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about all the things you’d do differently if you had the chance.

If Namjoon had noticed you were a little quieter, he hadn’t said anything. If he noticed how quickly you got back from checking out the lobby, and how long you seemed to spend in the bar, he was keeping his mouth shut. Hobi, however, was one wrong word away from a breakthrough, and you had to be extra careful with him.

“Jimin said you looked extra beautiful today,” Hoseok mock-whispers conspiratorially.

You fiddle with the eftpos machine he had asked you to fix and ignore him.

“Okay, he didn’t, but he’s probably thinking it. He’s been staring at you nonstop for the past two days.” He awaits your response, and huffs when there is none. “And he told me what happened between you two, so you don’t have to keep it from me.”

His overly calm and hopeful face is a dead giveaway he’s lying. “Then you don’t need to hear it again.”

“Come on, muppet! Give me something! I can’t help out my two best friends who fucked but for some reason are mad at each other if I don’t know why they’re mad at each other!”

You drop the dysfunctional machine and frown at him. “It’s none of your business, Hoseok,” you whine, “so just stay out of it! We just…want different things, that’s all,” you concede.

His eyes glimmer in sympathy. “Hey,” he soothes, “you’ll find someone who cares for you like you want. I’m sure he’s just around the corner.”

Although you know it’s just a cheesy metaphor, you think of Jungkook, who is most literally right around the corner, geographically speaking. Another wave of guilt crashes down on you. “Yeah.”

“Cheer up, buttercup. If it makes you happy, I’ll tell you what Yoongi did for me for Valentine’s day yesterday.”

You perk up. “Ooh, what did he do?”

“Nothing,” he replies flatly, “nada. Not even a text. Moral of the story is that no guy’s perfect. He might have the cock of a god and the tongue of a demon, but he’ll still ghost you on the most romantic day of the year.”

You laugh softly. “Ah, well, at least you’re getting paid. Win-win situation. If he does my taxes and doesn’t have sex with me as payment, I don’t know if I’ll feel guilty or insulted.”

“Good luck convincing him he’s not completely gay.” He hummed a little in deep contemplation. “If he does have sex with you, it’s like you’ll have indirectly fucked me. Against all biological chances, your vagina will have touched my asshole.”

You stare at him in disgust for a solid minute, waiting for the moment he realized what a fucked-up thing that was to say and take it back. He doesn’t. “You know,” you start begrudgingly, “Yoongi explicitly asked to tell you to stop talking about your sex life with him. I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I should’ve listened to him.”

“What do you mean? It’s a two-for-one deal! Would you rather have sex with me without the middle man? I think not.”

You scrunch up your eyebrows. “I’ve decided if he does my taxes and doesn’t expect sex in return, I should just be grateful I get to avoid thinking about that ever again. Maybe I should consider leaving this job and working in a monastery so that I never again have to see your face or his.”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

You spy Jimin beginning to approach the desk and frown. “I think I have to get back to work.”

True to his word, Jungkook has been treating you better than any man you’ve been with before. In the bar fridge underneath the bench, he’s stockpiled some iced coffee cartons for you, since he knows you prefer it to hot coffee, and every time you stop by, he pulls one out and gets you to sit down while the two of you chat.

Today’s no different, and you’re tucked in behind the bar with him so that he can wrap an arm around you as you speak.

“Jungkook-ah, what if Namjoon or somebody else sees? This isn’t professional,” you warn him, but he simply smiles and shakes his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with them seeing us. In fact, I kinda hope they do.” His eyes glaze over, and his smile hardens slightly. “I want every man in this building to know you’re mine now.”

You stare up at him unsurely. “I don’t think we should take things so fast, Jungkook.” He furrows his eyebrows. “We barely know each other, and you’re so young, I don’t know if I should really-”

“Hey,” he interjects, “I’ve told you before, I’m not a kid. I can make my own decisions like a big boy, okay? And I know enough about you to know that I’m completely crazy about you. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I love you.”

You stiffen in his grasp but try not to sound like you’re patronizing him. “That’s the thing, Jungkook. You’ve never felt this way before. So how do you know it’s love? It’s probably just your garden variety crush.”

His hand tightens on your shoulder a little, but his face is still open, staring deeply into your eyes. “How did you know, then, what it was like when you fell in love.”

“To be honest, Kookie, I haven’t fallen in love before. And I’ve been in many more relationships than I’m sure you have. It’s not something that just happens on a whim.”

“So, you don’t love me, then?”

You gaze up at him and his vulnerable stare, unsure if he’s mad or upset. “I really like you, Jungkook, but I don’t know you well enough to love you.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “That’s okay,” he states after a few moments, “you don’t have to love me. I’ll just be happy if you let me love you.” He tilts his head down and gently presses a kiss to your slightly parted lips. His eyes flutter closed when the two of you connect, and although your mind is screaming to be professional and mature, you can’t help but do the same. His lips are soft but firm, and he pokes his tongue out just enough to swipe at your lips, sucking the bottom one gently into his mouth and nibbling on it.

The electricity inside you jolting south is most definitely too much for the workplace, and reluctantly you place a hand on his chest and push him off you, him chasing your mouth until the last second.

“Kookie,” you mumble softly, worried at how quickly your voice has turned low and sultry with arousal, “not here.”

He pouts a little but nods anyway. “Have a good shift, jagiya. I’ll look forward to 5am so that the two of us can go home together again. It’s become the happiest part of my day.”

He lets you out from behind the bar again, staring dreamily at you as you walk out.

As you finish typing a message to Yoongi, sending him your address after he gave you a date and time to go over your finances, a solid body comes crashing into yours.

Startled, you glance up, almost losing your balance fully, and stumble back from the tall, broad-shouldered man in front of you.

“Y/n!” You smile at him awkwardly. “It’s been ages.”

That would be from your stubborn refusal to check out the kitchen each night until you could see on the security cameras in Namjoon’s office that his car had left the carpark. “I guess it has! How have you been?”

He smiles sweetly down at you and escorts you with a hand at the small of your back down the hallway from whence he came. “Not too bad. We had bombe Alaska for dessert tonight, so I got to set things on fire again. I always love when Namjoon lets me do that. I think secretly he enjoys it too. The accountant told me he once walked in on him playing it back on the CCTV footage. He’s too scared to do it himself, you see. Anyway, that was fun.”

The two of you approach the restaurant, but instead of taking you out back into the kitchen where he usually spends his time, he sits you down at one of the booths, upholstered in dark green velvet with a black tabletop, and gets in across from you.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” he admitted, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while, actually.”

You scratch behind your ear awkwardly. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I’ve been feeling a lot better lately, a lot more like myself. And I realized, no wonder we never really had a chance, we went about it backwards.” He’s puffing his chest up like he’s made some astounding breakthrough.

You grin wryly. “How so? Crying into a bin of ice-cream isn’t the regular first date protocol?”

“Exactly,” he confirms enthusiastically, “you cry on the third date. They’re into you enough not to be put off completely by it, but then they know how ugly you get when you cry, and they’ll make an effort to never let you cry again.” He tilts his head to the side, pouting his lips in deep contemplation. “Although I suppose it wouldn’t really work with me. I’m a ten no matter if I’m happy or sad. Nobody rocks bloodshot eyes and snot quite like I can.”

You snort. “A man of many talents, I see.”

“Oh, absolutely. Cooking I can do in my sleep. My true calling is being professionally good-looking.”

You look up at him through your lashes and bat them flirtatiously. “I would say you’re overqualified.”

He presses a palm to his chest and turns his head to the side dramatically. “Ah, you’re so right!” He faces you again, a little less jokey this time. “See, aren’t I so different than the miserable yet dashingly attractive man crying in the kitchen? I’m much happier now, I feel like I’m me again.”

You smile at him softly and nod. “Yeah, I can see that now. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with the real you, though. I like you just the same.”

He stares at you thoughtfully. “Let’s just start from scratch,” he suggests, “we can pretend like nothing happened, and that I’ve been the comedically gifted and handsome chef this whole time and see what happens. Sound good?”

He holds out a hand for you to take, but instead of a handshake, he offers up a pinky. You scoff, but wrap your pinky around his anyway, rocking your joint hands back and forth as you speak. “Well, I’m glad you’ve moved on from your days of crying pathetically into a tub of ice cream. It’s much better to bawl your eyes out into soup, that way it doubles as seasoning.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t already use my bodily fluids when I cook.”

You frown at him. “I’m never letting you cook for me again.”

He calls out to you as you go to leave the restaurant. “Hey, wait, I didn’t say which ones! I realize now had bad that sounded, I swear I just meant sweat, where are you going?”

“Y/n, would you mind taking a seat? I just want to talk to you about something.”

Your heart seizes up and just about falls out of your chest, but you plaster on an easygoing smile, and sit down in the armchair across from Namjoon’s desk.

Whenever the ‘we need to talk’ card was played, you would always begin wildly recalling every bit of trouble you could have possibly been caught for, usually irrationally, but this time, as you wiped off the sweat gathering on your palms and tried not to look too terrified, you realized just how low your morals and sense of professionalism had fallen since working here. Whether it was helping Jin sneak off with a tub of ice-cream that the hotel had paid for or sleeping with multiple work colleagues, you really had crossed the line far too many times.

Namjoon seemed pretty stressed as usual, apparently unaware his sweater was inside-out, but he didn’t look mad. In fact, he was smiling at you like he was sucking up to the teacher.

“First of all,” he begun, “I can’t thank you enough for all the great work you’ve done so far. I know the night team can sometimes be hard to deal with, but it’s been such a great help having an extra person to help me keep up with things.” Introduction over, he clears his throat and steeples his fingers. “So, that’s why I’m asking if you would want to become a co-owner with me.”

You freeze.

He smiles hopefully at you.

You stare at him. “Sorry, what?”

Namjoon laughs nervously. “It wouldn’t be a huge change in hours for you, but it would mean a lot more responsibility when it came to running the hotel as a whole, not just during the night shift. It’s mostly more admin stuff, like the monthly reports, the payroll, that kind of thing. I just thought to myself, ‘why am I freaking out over these by myself when I have a perfectly capable young lady right here?’”

Your mind is whirring, and you don’t get the chance to compile your thoughts before he’s talking again.

“It would also mean that you would be in charge of the rest of the team, too, and you could resolve any issues yourself rather than just relaying them to me. I’d increase your pay for all this, of course. What do you say?”

You stare down at your hands, picking at the dead skin around your nails. “I’m not sure,” you admit, “I don’t think I’d feel comfortable having authority over the other guys.” You could never tell Namjoon, but if you took the job it would technically mean Jungkook was sleeping with his boss. You didn’t think your eternal soul could take the hit. “I’m friends with some of them, and, well, it might be weird hanging out with them outside of work if I’m their boss, you know?”

He sighs a little. “Of course, I understand. It’s up to you. I’ll give you, say, a week to think over it a little longer and get back to me, okay?”

You nodded, and he went to go back to the pile of reports on his desk, but you cleared your throat before he did. “Hey, Namjoon,” you said casually.

“Yeah?”

“Is it…can you…do coworkers ever date each other? At this hotel, I mean.”

His eyes flash downwards. “Sometimes,” he answers noncommittedly.

You recall Jin mentioning his history with Namjoon and realize how your question must sound to him. “And you’re okay with it?”

His forehead creases. “Well, as long as it doesn’t affect their work, I don’t see it as a problem.” He looks back up at you. “Why?”

You shrug, breaking his gaze and staring into the glow of the desk lamp. “Just curious, is all.”

He waits until you glance back up at him before responding. “You know you can come to me about anything, don’t you? No judgements, I promise. I just want my employees to feel like they can be completely honest with me.”

You can’t break away from the earnest warmth in his eyes. It’s like he’s broken down your filter, and you want to tell him everything. You can’t tell him everything, but maybe a little something would serve as an olive branch. “I���There was a thing with another employee, but it was a one-off.”

He nods slowly. “I’m glad you felt comfortable sharing that with me. Are there any problems; hurt feelings, festering resentment?”

You breathe out a quiet laugh. “No.” A whole fucking boatload of confusion, maybe, but that wasn’t exactly all Jimin’s fault.

“Then no harm done. We’re good?” You nod. “Good.” He pauses, pen hovering over a page. “Please do think seriously about that co-owner position. I really appreciate you as a worker and as a person. And you’re right; it’s hard to make friends with people when one of you is the boss of the other. I’d love to have you working with me rather than for me.” He nods to himself once resolutely and turns back to his work.

You feel as though a weight has been lifted off your chest, but unfortunately, there are three other weights that remain. Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Taehyung.

Some secrets just weren’t ready to be shared.

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THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: THE TANGLED HEART

Chapter 18: PREMONITIONS

Notwithstanding the time of the night when it supposed to be a full-moon, the whole sky was left lonely with not a single glistering object accompanying it. Not even one star, and bizarrely, not even a slight part of the moon. The whole sky was pitch-black.

Lan Xichen was sitting cross-legged with his hands resting atop his bended knees and his palms facing the ceiling. Stream of pale blue light encompasing him as he closed his eyes, concentrating on circulating his spiritual energy. Any of the room’s openings such as windows and door was all closed to prevent any disturbance. Not that he would be disturbed anyway. The whole world knew that eldest Twin Jades of Lan was in seclusion. Who would dare to come?

Well, people might not dare to, but nature feared no other. The gust of winds were banging on his door and windows loudly as if the storm was coming. The rattling sound continued nonstop until it successfully penetrated the room. One of the windows were forced open with a bang, letting the cold strong wind inside. As Lan Xichen opened his eyes, the blue light receding to his body. He got up and adjusted his clothes before walking to stand next to the open window.

Something wasn’t right and he could feel it. It was just like five years ago. When his brother and Wei Wuxian told him about the truth nature of Jin Guangyao, he still didn’t believe them. How could he when he had always trusted him? He breathed in the air and frowned. At the night of Jin Guangyao’s death, the air smelled just like this. At that time, he didn’t know so there was nothing much he could do to prevent what had happened from happening. However, this time was different. He needed to do something within his capability to prevent more misfortune life losses.

“I fear that I have been in seclusion far too long.” He said as he looked up to the moonless sky, face full of painful memories.

***

The window was left open to let the air in. And since the chamber was on top of the hills, it usually received strong wind than at other places. Nevertheless, the wind today was way too fierce that it was almost blowing a gale. Papers, both written and new, were flying everywhere in every direction.

A brush was laid down at the corner of the ink’s container with a sigh. Lan Qiren stopped his writing and stroked his beard. His usual frown face was still frowning now. In the next second, a puff of wind blew into the room and extinguished the lit candle, letting the darkness devoured the whole room.

In the dark, Lan Qiren wondered how much time he had left to enjoy this undisturbed tranquility old life.

***

Jiang Cheng was standing with his arms behind his back in front of the lotus pond. He stared at the pond and memories of the younger version of Wei Wuxian and himself flashed before his eyes.

Wei Wuxian and he would always skip lunch and escape to this pond. This was his brother’s favorite place since he loved eating. He would lie on the boat and eat the lotus seeds all day. And sometimes, they would toss seeds into each other mouth playfully. Then, when the sun was about to set, his sister would come to find both of them and brought them home.

How he wished he could as careless as he was when he was young. How he wished his sister were still alive. How he wished…

Right at that moment, Jiang Cheng felt the ground beneath his feet shook violently, creating ripples after one’s another on the water surface. The vibration made the lotus flowers’ petals fell all over the place, leaving a big mess with the ripples. Without bothering to open his eye, he frowned and clicked his tongue in annoyance “What is it going to be this time?”

***

At Burial Mounds, the place known for its darkness, was thought to be abandoned after the fall of Yilling Patriarch. However, if one looked closer, we saw a figure in black sitting with one knee up to his chest, eyes stared at nothing specific as they were dwelling on the past memories with the hellp of the familiar settings.

Those memories were heart-rending enough that could draw endless tears. Sympathetically, the reminiscer couldn’t shed even a single tear even though he wanted to. His body no longer listened to him.

And he was none other than the well-known ghost general, Wen Ning.

This was his second home. As well as A-yuan’s. A warmth place where they were giving second chance in life when others didn’t even get the chance to. How fortunate that A-yuan was alive. He thought his entire clan had already distinct. A-yuan. The thought of his cousin's name somehow made him relaxed. But at the same time, the mention of this name pioneered something unexpected. It was brief. Gone as quick as it came, but Wen Ning could feel it.

His heart. It beat. It was alive only a mini-second. But that mere second was enough for Wen Ning to be able to feel again. But it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It depicted a feeling of grief. Wen Ning was confused to whom was he to grief for when his entire family and clan were gone. Then he was reminded of the name he thought of not long ago. The sole survivor from the Sunshot Campaign. The only family member of his that was alive.

***

At Carp Tower, piles of papers were almost tumbling over the young Sect leader. He had been sitting at his desk for hours, going over the report, scrolling over the business transactions; albeit those piles of papers didn’t seem to decrease. The night wasn’t getting any younger yet his works wasn’t getting any lesser.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and reached for the tea set prepared for him at the end of the table. He poured out the warm tea into a cup and lifted it up to inhale the scent. It helped soothing his mind somehow. When he inched it closer to his lips, surprisingly, it slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, shattering the pottery into pieces.

Jin Ling stared at the spilled tea, which was slowly advancing towards the hems of his robes, feeling anxious.

***

“No, don’t hurt them! Don’t you dare! Stop!” Wei Wuxian stirred in his sleep. His body was shaking. Lan Zhan was playing guqin at the end of his sleeping a husband feet. A small table was placed just several strides away from the bed but Lan Wangji was way too distracted that his fingers started speeding up the playing on the strings without him knowing. The music evolved from the soft melody that sounded like a lullaby to a fast-paced tempo that was so unlike Lan Wangji’s playing.

Twang!

“A-yuan! A-Ling!”

The smallest string in guqin snapped open and simultaneous Wei Wuxian’s scream reverberated the room. Wei Wuxian was panting so hard and his eyes were unfocused. He looked sideway to the bed, the spot where his husband slept, and realized it was empty. His eyes circled the room to look for his missing half only to stopped when focusing on a white figure before him.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian got up from his bed and walked to sit on his husband’s lap. He was welcome of course, as usual. However, he wasn’t given the full attention as he’d always had. Though Lan Wangji made space for him and wrapped his arm around the waist, his eyes were focusing on something else. Wei Wuxian followed his husband’s gaze, curious to see what really drew his husband’s attention.

He gasped. “Lan Zhan, you’re bleeding.”

“Em.”

“Why did you act like it was no big deal?”

“Because it wasn’t... ”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian started to get irritated and was about to say more when the next words he heard stopped him dead in his track.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“Your guqin. I broke it.”

Wei Wuxian looked at the guqin lying on the table and mouthed an Oh. It was the one he made for Lan Zhan on his birthday. He remembered stressing over it for days on what to gift his husband when his son recommended to do something special. Like something unique that only existed between two significant people. And Wei Wuxian suddenly had the idea. With the help of Sizhui and Jingyi, he handcrafted a guqin with both of their names engraved in the middle of the wood. Wangxian. In big letters. Wei Wuxian insisted that Lan Zhan should play him lullaby using this guqin instead of his usual one, and Lan Zhan complied.

“It is not broken. The string just snapped. We can just replace a new one. Don’t feel bad, okay?” Wei Wuxian cupped his husband’s cheek in his hand and consoled him.

“I…have a bad feeling.”

“Yeah, me too. I just had a nightmare. I hadn’t had any since we were married, but tonight, it came to me. And you know that my dream are mostly turn into reality. Either the whole truth or a partial of it.”

“Em” Lan Wangji nuzzled his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck, breathing in his most favorite scent. “What did you dream about?” The sound wave and the warmth breath came into contact with Wei Wuxian’s sensitive area, making him feel so ticklish.

“I dreamt that A-Yuan’s identity was exposed. And everyone couldn’t accept it. He was being sentenced to death by the very thing his clan was so proud of. Fire, Lan Zhan. They were burning him. Alive. And he didn’t even try to fight back. It was like he let them do it. His eyes were lifeless as if he had lost the will to live. The fire started to build up, surrounding the wood beneath him. It was climbing up almost to his feet when Jin Ling ran into the ring of fire and hugged him tight. And that was the last scene I saw before the fire engulfed both of them into its flame.” Wei Wuxian almost chocked after he finished narrating his dream. He didn’t hear any reply so he thought that Lan Zhan was asleep.

“Lan Zhan?”

“It won’t come true.” Lan Wangji said in a firm voice. “I’ll…make…sure…of…it.” He trailed off as sleepiness was taking him in.

Oh, so it was nine p.m. already, he thought. Wei Wuxian somehow found peace when he listened to his husband stable breathing. Thinking back of the past, he was thankful to have given a second chance to live a life with someone who really cared for him. He remembered the moment when Lan Wangji stood against the whole world just to stand by his side, clearing his name. Sometimes he kept thinking that he really didn’t deserve to be with someone who was so ethereal like Hanguang-Jun. But fate had it this way and Wei Wuxian accepted it with both hands.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan. For everything.” He leaned down to kiss Lan Wangji’s temples.

It was a rare sight to see the infamous Wangxian couples in reverse position, but it wasn’t as less sweet as their usual one.

[wonderingarmy]

Prince Min Yoongi

Hello, I have been thinking of writing different stories with the other members and I have all these scenarios on my mind I am so excited to write. I'll be back with Prince Kim Seokjin as soon as I can but please enjoy my treat to all the Min Yoongi bias out there. I hope everyone that reads it ends up liking it. Please look forward to my next imagine, which is Jung HoSeok and the rest of the members. Kamsahamnida.

Prince Min Yoongi

You and Yoongi have been friends since middle school. You have known his struggles from selling his own music so he can have money for food and bus tickets. You have supported him all the way and you always feel that you are his number one fan. You and Yoongi might have been best friends forever, but you still can’t admit that you love your best friend.

But ever since he debuted, you slowly lost contact with each other. Him being busy as an idol and writing and producing music and you being an ordinary girl working as a waitress at a not so popular restaurant. But although you stopped being friends with each other, you always brag about how he is the best member of BTS, how you always so proud of him and that one day you’ll get to meet him again. You told yourself that you will always love him even if he is a real famous idol now and that you can always love him from afar.

One day, your coworker, a big fan of BTS, asked you to go with her at a fanmeeting that will be held just near the restaurant. She knows your a big fan of BTS and too and she doesn’t really wanna go with someone who is not a fan. You agreed to this because she is your best friend at work and you’re thinking at how finally you’ll be able to meet Yoongi.

The day of the fan meeting came, and you are both nervous and excited. Your coworker, Jessa, can’t contain herself and just kept on squeezing your hands.

You started to turn white when it was your turn to get your stuff signed by the members. When it was your turn to Yoongi, you got really embarrassed that you can’t even look him in the eye to say hi.

“Are you crying?” he asked as he is signing your photobook.

You ended up looking up and as you can tell that he was really surprised to see you.

“Y/N” he exclaimed

“Yoongi” you just said

He suddenly held your hands and you felt your heart beating so fast.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages! I always wonder what you’ve been up to. I tried---” he didn’t get to finish what he is supposed to say as your time is up and it’s time to move to the next idol, which is Namjoon.

You let go of his hands and moved on. You can still feel him staring at you.

As soon as the meeting is done, you and Jessa left. Jessa being real happy that she got to hold Taehyung and Jungkook’s hands. You tried to listen to her excitement but you are swallowed by you and Yoongi’s first meeting after 5 years.

It was supposed to be your day off, but you had to work the night shift the next day because Jessa called in sick. Must be the Taehyung and Jungkook’s effect on her.

The restaurant wasn’t that busy that day so you are just cleaning the counter when the entrance bell rang

“Hello, welcome! Please seat yourself whe---” you were shocked to see BTS entering the restaurant

“Ah, this looks like a really nice place!” Jin said looking around the restaurant

“Food smells good too!” Hoseok exclaimed excitedly

The few customers stared at them and some girls started giggling in amazement. You can tell they wanted to take pictures with the idols but can’t because they have three security guards with them.

You waited a few minutes for them to find the perfect table and as soon as they found the right one, you brought them the menus.

“Y/N!” Yoongi exclaimed as soon as he seen you

Your heart started beating fast again and don’t really know what to say but you managed to give him a smile.

“Y/N? You mean Y/N? The girl you alw---” Jimin was cut off by Yoongi when he elbowed him on his side.

You can tell Yoongi was blushing and the rest of the members just staring and smiling at you.

You took their orders silently while still providing them a good quality customer service despite your hands sweating and shaking and your heart still beating fast. You were glad Jessa is off or she’ll end up hallucinating as soon as these beautiful boys walks in.

You took their orders to the cook and asked the other waitress if she can take care of your tables for a bit as you needed to take a quick break.

“Must be that BTS effect” she said just smiling “Please go ahead, before you pass out”

You said your thank yous and went outside the restaurant. You went straight to the corner where you always take a break.

“Why are you outside?”

You got scared at the sound of Yoongi’s voice

“Uhmmn..”

“It’s cold here. Where is your coat?”

“Uhmmn.. I---”

You didn’t get to finish what you’re supposed to say as Yoongi grabbed your arms and sealed you in his tight embrace.

“Y/N, I missed you! You’re all I think about on my busy life.”

“Yoongi I… I missed you too” you told him and your tears started to fall

He hugged you tighter for a few more minutes and then he held your face closer to him

“Y/N, let’s get back to the way we used to be?” he said, tears are forming in his eyes as well “I am not letting you go this time Y/N. Leave this place and come with me.”

“Yoongi, it is not going to be that easy”

“I know. I know. But remember when we were younger? It was hard too but we made it easy because we have each other! I had you to support me on my dreams. I had you always behind my back rooting for me. Helping me get up when I fall. And I am sorry I didn’t make time for you when I reached that success. But I regret it. Every single moment of my life. I went to your place 3 years ago, but it’s different people that lives there now and I was told that both your parents passed away one after the other and you have gone somewhere they don’t know where. Y/N, I should have been there for you! I should have held your when you needed somebody. And that is one thing I regret the most is not being there beside you when you are feeling sad and lonely. I am so sorry Y/N” He said nonstop, his tears are falling down his cheeks

“Yoongi, You don’t have to apologize.” you told him holding both his hands. Your success and dreams are mine too. I am so proud of BTS especially you. Every time I see you perform live, I always cry because your hardships, every effort you have put through this has become a reality. I am so proud of you Yoongi. I will always be your number one fan”

“Y/N, I love you. I know I am over 10 years late. But I love you. Please come with me?”

“Yoongi…. I love you too” you said now really sobbing so he had to pull you in for a hug again

“Come with me Y/N. Come live in a place closer to me. BTS members are my happiness and the ARMY’s love is happiness. But, I am still missing you. And if you come with me, I’ll be happier. Y/N please I am not allowing you to face the next days alone again. I want you to be with me”

“Yes Yoongi. I will come with you” You were about to cry when you heard a loud cheering behind you

“Aish, finally this Kdrama is over!” Jin said with admiration to both you and Yoongi

“Hyung, I am so hungry can we eat now?” Jungkook said rubbing his belly

You and Yoongi looked at each other and talked with your eyes. After 5 years of not seeing and talking to each other, you still understand each other by just looking at each other's’ eyes. You both held each other's’ hands and went inside the restaurant with the other members still cheering and happy for Yoongi.

[rynnrose]

BTS (OT7) - S/O Surprising Them During a Run Episode

SEOKJIN: Per the usual, Jin was in the midst of scolding the others when you arrived. It had been nearly six months since you two had seen each other, what with his touring schedule and your frequent visits back in your home country, and it was taking a visible toll on the gorgeous idol. The perky, upbeat, punny Jin had turned into a shell of his former self; he was quick to anger, bitter, and extremely hard on himself and the other boys.

Neither them nor you were happy about this new side of Jin. Even through the phone, you could sense how different he was; how his answers were short and curt, how he sighed every few minutes. The boys, for their part, were extremely fed up with their hyung’s new attitude, and had no reservations when it came to telling him off.

By the time your schedules finally lined up, it was hard for you to remember the normal, happy-go-lucky Seokjin you’d said goodbye to before you left. It was the longest you two had been apart in the three years you’d been dating, and though you knew it wouldn’t be easy, you certainly didn’t think it would affect him like this.

With a little help from the boys, you decided to surprise him, hoping an early reunion may lift his spirits. As far as he knew, you were staying in your home country indefinitely, as your brother got sick and needed you to take care of him; what he didn’t know was that your brother had recovered, and you were on the next flight back to Seoul.

Jin was pacing back and forth in front of the others, going on and on about how they had messed up the shoot for the new “Run” episode, complaining about the pranks he used to love, yelling at the people he cared about the most. The boys were on the brink of exploding, and you have no doubt that they would have, had they not seen you approaching. Your legs carried you almost without effort, and you found yourself breaking out into a full on sprint toward your boyfriend.

You collided with him so hard you were both knocked to the ground. He groaned and glared at you, getting ready to tell you off before he realized who you were; when he did, he began to tear up. “Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. You chuckled and nodded, leaning down to press your lips against his own. It wasn’t the kind of hot, passionate kiss the others were expecting, though you were sure that would come later. This kiss was soft and gentle, a delicate reminder that you were here, you were together, and he could be happy again.

“Surprise.”

YOONGI: Lil’ Meow Meow was - surprise, surprise - sleeping. He and the others had just finished filming the first part of the newest “Run” episode, and to say that he was exhausted would be an understatement. He’d been practicing nonstop for four days, so much so that he was sure his legs would give out the next time he stood up; Namjoon practically had to carry him out of the house just to get him to the filming location.

It was a fairly tame episode, by their standards: the boys were to divide into teams and compete against one another in a game of baseball. Simple, right? Well, normally, but for Yoongi, it was all but impossible. He was so tired that he fell asleep while he was supposed to be pitching, and got hit in the head with the bat while he wasn’t paying attention; needless to say, the injury didn’t help his mood.

What also didn’t help his mood was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over a week, and he was pretty sure he was going through withdrawals. You were in the midst of your midterms, and while he understood that you had to study, seeing you lock yourself up in your apartment for a week didn’t do wonders for his general disposition. He couldn’t sleep properly without you - which, for Yoongi, is saying quite a lot - and he missed your beautiful face and sarcastic humor.

By the time their lunch break rolled around, he was fit to drop, and used the time to retreat to the nearest dugout, falling into a heap of dust on the floor and closing his eyes. The others didn’t even bother trying to wake him up; they knew he was in a sour mood, and quite frankly didn’t feel like poking the bear.

He was so conked out that he didn’t even hear you come in. Your exams, thankfully, were over, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the next few days with your boyfriend and his friends. Taehyung told you earlier that they would be filming at the field, and you rushed over, so eager to be with Yoongi it hurt.

The sight of him passed out on the floor was not unexpected, but still a bit comical. His limbs were stretched out all over the place, and his mouth was hanging open, the tiniest bit of drool escaping. You chuckled and walked up to him, crouching down to further inspect him. It was then that he heard noise, and began swatting at nothing.

“Damn it, Hobi, go away,” he insisted, eyes still closed. You chuckled and leaned in toward his ear. “Hate to disappoint, but I’m not Hobi,” you said. Never the one for big grand gestures, he merely smiles and, eyes still closed, reaches forward and pulls you to the ground with him. You don’t have it in you to protest as he wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles into your chest.

“Sleep now, talk later.”

HOSEOK: Hobi was, for lack of better words, driving himself absolutely crazy. With the newest BTS album on the horizon, he had gone into overdrive, practicing in the studio day and night. You lived together, yet you hardly ever saw each other; in the past two weeks, the only words you’d exchanged were “I’ll see you later” and “I love you.”

You were well used to your boyfriend’s perfectionism when it came to his career, his dancing in particular, but it never stopped bothering you. Watching the love of your life work himself to the bone, often coming home exhausted and on the brink of collapse, was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. It hurt more knowing there was virtually nothing you could do to stop it; he would just have to wear himself out, and you would be waiting with open arms to catch him when he fell.

Still, just because you were used to, that didn’t mean you had to like it. If there was anything you could do to lift his spirits even a little, you would do it in a heartbeat; this thought in mind, and with the help of the boys, you’d planned a little surprise for him during the next “Run” episode.

The latest episode saw them journeying to Busan, where they were going to try exotic foods from all over the world. Knowing how much Hobi loves adventure and trying new things, you called ahead to the restaurant, letting them know of your plan.

When they arrived, they were confused as to why you were there; delighted, of course, but still confused. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked, habitually wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Oh, I just figured I’d sit in on the shoot. It’s always fun watching you guys film,” you say; while you wholeheartedly agree with your words, you are lying through your teeth. You tug on his hand wordlessly and pull him inside, where the lights all been turned off.

Before he has time to react, the lights are flicked on, and a horde of young fans are revealed, all smiling and waving in their BTS shirts. He is floored, jaw practically on the ground as he stares at them. You wiggle your eyebrow, and the fans begin chanting. “We love you, Hobi! We love you, Hobi!”

One by one, they all come up for pictures and short conversations, being sure to thank you for the invitation on the way out. After the final fan leaves, you are lifted into a bear hug by Hobi, who is smiling so wide you’re afraid his cheeks may break.

“I love you so much.”

NAMJOON: It had been two months since the last time you saw Namjoon.

Two. Months.

How you had survived was beyond you.

“Love Yourself: Answer” had just been released, and the boys dove headfirst into their extensive tour around the globe. They were all so excited, and it warmed your heart to see them so happy; though, you’ll admit, it did pain you to see your boyfriend go.

There was, thankfully, a silver lining to the situation, in that the two of you would be crossing paths in America. He, of course, would be there for the tour, while you were there to visit your family. The two of you had stayed up for hours planning out your trip through America together, laughing and giggling at the prospect of all the trouble you could get into.

Originally, the plan had been to meet up in Chicago, then continue on with the rest of the tour; you, however, had different plans. Knowing how much he hated flying internationally, you decided to surprise him, booking an early ticket in order to arrive just hours before he did.

You were utterly exhausted when you arrived, but paid no mind to your fatigue, instead running to the nearest store to grab a posterboard and smoke Sharpies. A few passing faces gave you strange looks, but you paid no mind to them, instead focusing on the sign.

When the boys’ flight landed, you had positioned yourself perfectly, standing right outside their gate with a large “NAMJOON” sign. You could feel your excitement build as they strolled through the gate, obviously jet-lagged but still excited. The camera crew follows behind them; you immediately realize they must be filming a new “Run” episode, but you don’t falter.

Namjoon came out last, hauling the carry-on you’d bought for him with a tired smile. He looked around the airport with a fairly blank expression; that is, until his eyes fell on you.

As soon as he saw you, he dropped his bag and started running, tackling you so hard you nearly fell over; instead, you laughed gleefully and wrapped your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re here!” He gushed, picking you up and holding you tight. You lean down to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he readily returns. “Of course I am,” you said, “I needed to cross off the airport scene from my rom-com bucket list.”

JIMIN: “Chimmy.” “Chimbo.” “Baby Boy.” Jimin has many names, but to you, he would forever be known as the eloquent “Squish.” There really isn’t much of a story behind the name; he had squishy cheeks, you were fond of squishing them, ergo, Squish. He didn’t mind the nickname, though he may pretend otherwise sometimes. In fact, you’re pretty sure he likes it, since his cheeks go rosy every time you say the word.

Lately, something was wrong with your Squish, and you weren’t happy about it. The endless parade of public appearances seemed to be getting the better of him. Their schedule was endless; interview, meet and greet, red carpet, another interview, so on and so on. Slowly but surely, he began to change.

Squish’s cheeks weren’t as squishy anymore. His stomach became unhealthily flat and thin, and his legs shrank to almost half their normal size. It broke your heart to see him this way, to think about the fact that Jimin - your beautiful, kind, talented, funny, absolutely amazing boyfriend - saw flaws in himself that simply weren’t there. It made you so angry, yet so sad, and all you wanted to do was hold him close to you.

He began dragging himself through the days, almost as if every step took a tremendous amount of effort. Small patches of grey began peeking out beneath his eyes, and you could see how he winced every time he danced. Watching him refuse to eat nearly killed you, as did the solemn looks he sent your way. You wanted to know what made him feel this way, and you wanted to know why, and you wanted to know now.

Still, for all your adversities, you knew confronting him head on would do nothing but upset him. As someone who had dealt with self-esteem issues yourself, you knew that someone calling you out on it would only make you feel worse. So, with a little help from a culinary wizard you knew (*cough* Jin *cough*), you set to work on lifting your boyfriend’s spirits.

The first phase of your plan began while they were shooting the newest episode of “Run.” You approach them in the park holding the biggest picnic basket anyone has ever seen; in fact, you’re quite certain that you’ve made enough food to feed twenty people - or Kook and Tae for five minutes. As soon as the boys see you, they drop what they’re doing and charge, taking the food you offer with grateful smiles.

Jimin follows closely behind them, though noticeably slower, and you can’t help but frown at how utterly tired he seems. Still, he forces a smile for you, placing a small kiss on your check once he reaches your side.

“Hey,” you greet. “Hey,” he returns, “what are you doing here?” You gesture toward the basket and smile. “I was around and figured we could all have lunch together,” you admit. His smile falters a bit, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Oh, I’m not really hungry,” he claims. You sigh and pull out a small sandwich, placing it delicately in his hand. “Just half,” you insist. He hesitates, but seeing your determined eyes, leans down and takes a bite.

You can’t help but feel instantly happier. While he nibbles at the sandwich, you wrap your arms around him, mumbling a fond “I love you, Squish.”

TAEHYUNG: His birthday was coming up, and you had absolutely no idea what to get him. Part of you is disappointed in yourself; you’ve been dating for years, how could you not know what to get him? The other part of you is completely lost, because seriously, the boy has everything he could ever want, and you have three dollars and a gift card to Yogurtland.

You wrack your brain for weeks trying to figure it out, nearly losing the remainder of your sanity along the way. The boys found it funnny (and, honestly, so did you) but this was serious. Tae was your boyfriend, your best friend, the love of your life, and the single most important day of his year is fast approaching - and you have absolutely no idea what to get him for it.

Countless ideas are written off in your brainstorming sessions. Editing software? No, Yoongi had that base covered. Video games? No, Jungkook would just steal them. Socks? Nice try, buddy. Not all of your ideas were bad, but none of them were perfect, and that’s what got under your skin - because Taehyung, to you, is absolutely perfect, and deserved nothing less than the best.

There are only two days left when the idea finallly hits you like a lighting bolt. As soon as it crosses your mind, you take out your phone and start pulling some strings, determined to make this the best gift anyone has ever given Taehyung.

His birthday party actually goes off without a hitch. Despite filming the occasion for a “Run” episode, it feels as natural as it always has. It is a surprise, of course - it’s always fun to see the look on his face when you and his fellow members pop out of the shadows. They all exchange gifts with him, most of them being gags, but a few actually spot on.

Of course, he gets to yours last. You are on the edge of your seat as he rips open the wrapping paper. When he finally sees what is hidden underneath, he pauses, his breath seemingly taken away. You immediately begin to freak out, thinking he hated it and hated you and that you’d ruined his birthday; that is, until he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen him before.

“Y/N, this is amazing,” he says in awe. “What is it?” Jimin asks. Still smiling, he turns the frame around, revealing a chibi-like drawing of you, him, and Yeontan. Everyone chuckles, aside from Tae, who is admiring it as if it is the most breathtaking piece of art he’s ever come across in his life.

Without warning, he gently sets the frame on the table and leans over to kiss you. “I love it. Thank you,” he says between kisses. Your smile only grows. “Happy birthday, Tae.”

JUNGKOOK: At first, it was a game.

Now, it is w a r.

It all began three weeks ago, just as you arrived home from work. The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you were hit square in the chest by a water balloon. Many more were to follow; the assailant, of course, was none other than Jungkook, who somehow managed to simultaneously hold the titles of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘arch-nemesis.’

You were quick in your retaliation. This time, he was the one to stumble through the doorway, swaying slightly in his inebriated state. As soon as he is in position, you pull on the string, effectively covering him head to toe in honey and feathers. Even in his drunken state, he is conscious enough to know that this is not just retaliation - it is a challenge, and he has accepted.

What started as the most innocent of pranks quickly erupted into an all out prank war. No one was safe, not even your friends, as they’d all been roped into your little game one way or another. Jungkook managed to wrangle Jimin, Hobi, and Namjoon into his little schemes, while you won over Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jin.

Each side - and their respective soldiers - were dedicated to the fight, eager to prove once and for all that their leader was the Lord of Pranks™️. From then on, no one was safe; whoopie cushions replaced couch cushions, hair dye had been poured into toothpaste bottles, bags of flour emptied into hairdryers. It was mayhem, and you loved every second of it.

As the war raged on, you realized that you’d have to pull out the big guns if you wanted to defeat your worth adversary. Those big guns came in the form of Taehyung, who presented you with the single greatest idea you’d ever heard. You and your soldiers immediately went about planning for this glorious event, laughing mischievously all the while.

Your victory came while the boys were filming their next episode of “Run.” You tagged along on the bus as they rode to wherever it was they were going, claiming you needed some experience for your film class. Even better for you, Jungkook fell asleep about halfway into the trip, leaving him completely defenseless.

Wordlessly, you and Taehyung grab the set of permanent markers you brought with you and begin doodling. Lame, you know, but it gets better. Once your drawings are done, you rig a string confetti launchers to the top of the bus. Laughing, you pull an air horn out of your bag, and turn to give one last smile to the boys before blaring it in your boyfriend’s ear.

He shoots up immediately, hitting his head on he roof just as you’d intended. The pressure immediately sets off the confetti launchers, scaring him so bad he falls back-first on to the floor. It is there that he looks up and sees the reflective surface of the bus’ roof, revealing his newly purple eyebrows, evil mustache, and devil horns. Before he has time to stare at himself any longer, you pop up in his face, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I win!”

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A/N: holy shiT that was so much fun to write. Sorry if the quality isn’t great, I’ve been swamped with schoolwork, but I still wanted to get this written. Please let me know what you think! 😘

- Rynn

[tvehyungs-gf]

BTS Reaction to a s/o who usually tells them everything that happens in their day, suddenly stops doing that one day because her family says she "talks too much” and that “it's annoying"

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JIN

“Yeah! And then after that, I went to get ice cream with Lisa at this new place that opened up by her job. The ice cream was really good! I should take you there someday!” You rambled happily to Jin. A smile displayed on his lips as he nodded along to your ramble. “I think you’d like their strawberry cheesecake flavored ice cream the most. It had caramel drizzle on top and there was little chunks of strawberry pieces in it as well.”

You licked your links in remembrance of the sweet taste of the ice cream. “It was so yummy, I promise you babe, you’ll like it a lot!” Jin chuckled in agreement as you carried on your thoughts. “Maybe we should go there tomorrow? We can also try their other fla-“

Jin looked at you confused, “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop talking?”

With a frown, you sighed. “I’m doing it again. I’m talking too much and I barely even let you have a say. Gosh,” You whines closing your eyes. “I’m so annoying!”

“Hey!” Jin shook his head, disagreeing with you. “What are you talking about? You’re not annoying at all babe. You have a nice voice and I love hearing you talk. Don’t let others tell you other wise.” Jin pecked your cheeks in hopes it’ll make you feel better, and it honestly did.

You gave him a small smile, “I won’t!”

“Now what time should we go tomorrow?”

SUGA

Yoongi was confused. The usually loud house was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable. Typically, Yoongi loves going to a place where it was quiet and peaceful, but the one place he actually wishes it wasn’t dead silent was home. And ever since you had gotten back from your trip from visiting family, the house was oddly quiet. And so were you.

Traditionally, when Yoongi would get off of work, you and the lad would sit down in the living room and catch each other up on each others days. But as of recently, Yoongi would either come home to you sitting on the couch with head buds plugged into yours or with you being weirdly quiet. 

And today was like no other. Yoongi was tired of playing this guessing game of whats wrong with you, and so, he decided that today he was going to confront you. Something must’ve happened at your family’s house that made you so quiet and weird. “Y/N, something happened at your family’s didn’t it? Ever since you got back, we haven’t talked about our days or anything. You’re usually talkative but now, you’re quiet as a library.”

“See, Yoongs, that’s the thing! I’m too talkative. Gosh,” You sighed. “Why didn’t you say anything? It must’ve been so annoying of me to talk your ear off.”

The elder raised a brow. “Who says you’re too talkative? And yeah, you’re annoying as hell, but that’s because you’re my girlfriend whose the spawn of satan.” Yoongi shrugged before adding: “But I love you and your talking. You talk just the right amount. And the only opinion that you should care for is mine. And in my opinion, I think you’re a great talker.” He winked. ”Plus, when we end up in a conversation with other people, you do most of the talking for the both of us. It helps me save a few breaths.”

J-HOPE

“Okay, you’re way too quiet today.” Hobi told you concerned. Normally, the two of you would catch up on each others days when you both met up. But today, you were barely saying anything. And that’s extremely concerning because you usually have a lot to talk about. “Is something wrong honey? Do I have to have Jungkook beat someone up for you?”

You snorted, “Wow. My own boyfriend can’t even beat someone up for me but he can have his friend do it.”

“Hey! I have a pretty face to take care of. I can’t let a broken nose bring me down.” Hobi laughed while sending you a wink, but you only shook your head. 

“So you’re calling Jungkook ugly?”

“You said it, not me.” Hoseok placed a head on your shoulder, “But no, seriously, babe. What’s wrong?”

Looking down, you sighed before looking back at your worried boyfriend. “I was told recently that I talk so much that it was annoying.”

Hobi gave you a confused look. “You? Talk too much?” He laughed out loud. “Babe, between the two of us, I’m the one who talks a hell lot. Now, who told you this?

“My family?”

Hobi frowned, “Oh no honey. Let me meet them so they can see who the real talkative person is.”

RM

“Okay, baby should I wear this one,” Joon asked as he lifted up his right hand that had a black low-cut v-neck. “Or the this one?” Namjoon then lifted up his plain white button up with his left hand.

You looked at the two for a brief second before picking the silky white button up on his left hand. “Alright. Now, should I wear it with these black pants or these black pants that stop at the ankles?”

“The ankles.” Namjoon nodded with a smile as he walked off to change. Once he came back, he noticed that you were still sitting on your shared bed on your phone. With concern, Namjoon frowned to himself before walking over to you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded giving him a one word answer, “Yeah.”

“No you’re not.” Joon sat down besides you and took your phone out of your hands. “What’s up? You’re barely talking to me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Confused, Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. Communication is very important between a relationship. Whether it’s between a man and a women, or a man and a man, or a women and a women, or between any other genders, communication is a key to a successful relationship. And recently, you have’t been communicating much with me.”

“Don’t you think I talk too much? I was told by my family that I talk too much.”

Namjoon shook his head. “You can never talk too much. Talking is something inevitable. It’s a part of life. Just like how you’re apart of my life.” Joon kissed your cheek before smiling. “And who cares if they think you talk too much? Let them think what they want too because their opinion shouldn’t be an obstacle in your life.”

JIMIN

“So, how was your day yesterday?” Jimin asked you as he took a sip of his iced coffee. Currently the two of you were on a date in a cafe that recently opened up in town. “Mine was boring. All we did was film a dance practice video and then attended a meeting about our upcoming events.”

You gave Jimin a smile, “That sounds like a blast. But I didn’t do anything special.”

Jimin looked at you confused. “I thought you went to visit your family and then hung out with your friends at a bar.” Jimin placed his cup down onto the table, “Wait. You told me that you had a lot of stuff to do. C’mon tell me about your day like you usually do babe.”

You shook your head trying to wave him off. “No seriously, it wasn’t anything special.”

“Oh my god.” Jimin’s eyes grew wide. “Did something happen? Oh my god, babe, spill the tea! Who did what and with who!”

You slapped your boyfriends shoulder, “Shh. You’re so nosey. And nothing interesting happened, I promise. I just learned about a few things that I need to work on.”

“And what do those things that you so called need to work on?”

“I talk too much.” You shrugged, “And it’s true. I’m annoying when I overly blab about too much.”

Jimin dramatically gasped, “Shut up, you do not. Babe, that’s what made me fall for you. Well, besides your beautiful face, that is. I love it when you talk, okay? Talk all day and night, I’ll love it. I’ll even pay you to talk to me nonstop 24/7, like seriously. And whoever told you that you’re annoying when you talk or whatever can go drink poison.”

“It was my family.”

“Oh-”

V

“Jagi, so I got you this jacket today from the Gucci store and I think you’re going to love it!” Taehyung enthusiastically told you as he held you from behind in excitement. His arms wrapping around you tightly. “And I may and may have not got myself the same one so we can match... And I also may and may have not ordered a custom made one for Yeontan...”

Taehyung giggled excitedly into your ear as you laughed back at his cuteness. “You’re ridiculous Tae. How much was everything?”

“Babe, the prices are just useless numbers that don’t matter.”

You shook your head. “Well that’s sweet of you babe.”

Tae smiled, “Anything for my princess.” As Tae leaned down, he kissed your cheek. “How was your morning babe?”

“Oh, it was nothing. I just talked to my family.”

Tae’s eyebrow rose up, “Yeah? What’d they say? Any news?”

Quickly, you turned around and looked up at your tall boyfriend. “Do you think it’s annoying when I talk? Like, do I talk too much?”

Taehyung laughed shaking his head, “Babe, I assure you. You’re not annoying and you don’t talk too much. Okay?” He gave you a nod and a smile, “Trust me.” Quickly, he lifted you off of your feet and carried you to the sofa so the two of you could cuddle.

JUNGKOOK

“Oh no babe, oh my god, duck duck duck duck!” Jungkook shouted into his mic as he moved around effortlessly in the video game the two of you were playing together online. “He almost killed you, that jerk!” The boy spoke.

Your laughter flowed out of his headset and into his ears easily, “But you saved me, so thank you babe.” 

Jungkook smiled, “Of course, I’m your anpanman.”

“You’re so gross.” You cringed jokingly even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, hows your day babe? I was waiting all day to get home so I could play you on xbox.” Jungkook told you honestly. “I couldn’t wait to see you lose.”

You scoffed, “Lose? I’m the one whose winning in this game right now.”

“Because I saved you from getting killed.” 

“Whatever. But my day was fine.”

Jungkook shot at an enemy before the foe could shoot at him back. “That’s it?”

You hmm’d, “Yep.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Jungkook asked confused. Usually, you’d elaborate more on about your day and such to your boyfriend. “Nothing happened? You did nothing? You didn’t go anywhere? You didn’t go get coffee? Nada? Nothing?”

“Yeah I guess. I don’t know, I don’t want to be annoying and tell you too much about my day.”

Jungkook laughed, “Annoying? Did someone tell you that or something? Babe, you telling me about your day and such is the highlight of my day. You’re not annoying, trust me. Hyungs are the ones who are annoying baby, not you.”

[honeyyvee]

Falling in love with: food

Part of the “Falling in love with” vignette series. In which Reader falls in love with BTS members through different things. 

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Words: 1789

Genre: Slice of life

Warning/notes: mild coarse language. I was not kidding when I said these were getting longer and longer lol catch me writing a full on essay for the last “vignette”.

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Sick of your ramyeon and microwave bought-store food days, you decide to sign up for a promising cooking course. Traditional Italian dishes for beginners reads the flyer that was handed to you while mindlessly making the way back to your home from the office. It would do you good to have some cooking lessons and eat something erm, healthier for a change, you think. You very well know the long-term possible outcomes of continuing eating instant cup ramyeon for the rest of your days, a bad habit you picked up as a broke college student and kept as a nearly-but-not-quite-broke worker. You can afford the lessons, your taste buds are in desperate need of a change, so you figure, What the hell. Sure, let's do it. A couple of taps of your fingers and an emptier bank account later you are feeling pretty proud and satisfied with yourself as you've made a responsible adult choice, a good investment in your long-term health.

It would serve as a relaxing activity to look forward after work too, as the course seems to be specifically targeted for busy office workers like yourself. A good distraction from work stress and your new, annoyingly hot supervisor.

Or so you thought.

You give your name at the reception desk to an old lady that seems to eye you curiously, like you're missing something or dropped something on the floor.

"Miss Y/N, just in time. From the looks of it I suppose that you're attending the course alone, yes?"

"Uh, right."

"Oh that's fine, that's fine. It happens. You needn't worry. Rest assured, we have just the perfect someone for you." She winks, with the smile of someone who knows something you clearly don't. It unsettles you. You don't like surprises.

You give her a look like she's grown a second head, just what is she talking about? you wonder, just as you turn on your heel and open the first door at your right to find that...

It's a freaking couples' cooking course.

You stare at the tables of lovebirds watching your single ass casually stumbling upon the realization that she just made the wrong call and signed herself for a couples' course, without a couple.

"Ah, Y/N! Over here." A booming voice commands you. You recognize that voice.

You stare in petrified horror as your instinct betrays you and your gaze meets his across the room. Seokjin is waving his hand at you, with a full smile on his pretty face, at the very back of the room. Everyone is aware of the exchange now, you have no way out of this.

There's a light tap on your shoulder. "Miss, excuse me, would you mind? The class is about to begin, go to your partner so we can all start."

The chef is just behind you as you're awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, stealing away precious seconds of class everyone payed for. You rush to his side to try and get out of your mess in a last desperate attempt.

"Uh, sir, sorry but I want to— I mean, I accidentally signed up for this couples' course. I'm not comfortable, I don't know if I can be transferred to another class? One that does not require a partner?" You ask in a whisper.

"I'm afraid not Miss. Courses are at full capacity. Luckily for you there's a gentleman that like yourself, is in need of a partner. It's all up to you though, so take it or leave it, but I must remind you there are no refunds. Now, if you allow me to begin my class... " the chef gives you an impatient look.

"Right, right. I'll just— go over there, yeah. Sorry." You bow.

You fix your eyes on your shoes as you walk the walk of shame to the very back of the room where your hot supervisor probably awaits you with a shit-eating grin. By the time you reach the table the chef has already started giving the introduction. You do not dare to look anyone at the eyes, you position yourself silently besides your coworker and focus on the cuticles of your fingers. Peace and quiet however, were never an option when it came to Seokjin, it seemed.

"Hey!" He greets you in a happy tone, and you can almost imagine the devastatingly charming smile on his face.

"Hey." You answer back curtly.

"Seems we both suck at reading." He chuckles with amusement. You're not amused in the least.

"Seems like it." You mutter, trying hard to focus on the rambling instructor and not the disarmingly handsome kitchen partner that fate has paired you up with against your wishes. Kim Seokjin is nothing but a distraction, a pretty face and nothing more. Way out of your league, there's no use wasting your time fawning over him. You have no chance. And yet...

"I thought it would be really embarrassing not having a partner to cook with, thank god I have you now."

"Yeah, aren't we lucky." You mumble under your breath.

The instructor starts giving the demo of a simple bolognese tomato sauce spaghetti and Seokjin's attention is diverted. You try to focus on the instructor's voice but try as you might, Seokjin's voice repeats itself like a record in your head, thank god I have you now, thank god I have you now...

"Y/N. "

You turn around wide-eyed.

"Yeah?"

Seokjin's amused smile stops your heart for a full second. "You spaced out through half the demo."

"Eh?! "

The gorgeous man shakes his head in disapproval, still amused at your absentmindedness. "Y/N-ah, what are we going to do with you..."

"Here." He extends you an apron. "You'll need that, we should start."

"Right... " You take it from him, your fingers barely brushing. Everything is so distracting when around this man, your hormones skyrocket like a teen. Your fingers fumble with the strings of cloth, struggling to properly tie a ribbon at your back.

"Do you need help with that? "

Your heartbeat speeds up.

"A-actually—"

"Here, let me help you. " His voice is genteel and calming, but its effect on you is quite the opposite. Seokjin's warm fingers unhook your trembling ones with gentleness, and you feel as they tug and twist and turn the strings into a perfect ribbon behind your back.

"There."

"Thank you." You whisper, meeting his warm gaze. Your eyes drift back to the table, to the bowl of ripe tomatoes next to your hand, suddenly intimidated by his powerful aura.

"We should disinfect these tomatoes to get this started. You do it." You mutter absent-minded not bothering to look back at him as you reach for the handout of the recipe.

"Aye, aye captain. Take the lead. "

A smile pulls at the corners of your lips. Jin's looks were intimidating for sure, you had heard however, about his good manners, positive disposition and approachable nature. Which quickly made him incredibly popular and respected among your colleagues. You were never one to mingle with your coworkers, but you had seen in various social media photographic proof, that Jin had adapted amazingly quickly since his transference from Seoul offices. He had lots of friends; to you however, he was just your supervisor. Your boss. You thought it better to stay that way.

Today however, things would be different. You were bored of being bossed around. You wanted to be the boss for a change.

.

.

.

"So... ?" You bite your lip.

"Needs more salt." Jin savours loudly with his mouth.

"Wha— No, I put a tablespoon as the recipe says. " you argue, pointing at the sheet of paper.

"Yeah, well it tastes like it needs some salt." He states, reaching for the container. Something or some demon of stubbornness overcomes you as you mindlessly swat his hand away from the salt shaker.

"Yah, don't be stubborn."

Seokjin recoils in surprise. His eyelashes flutter at you in bewilderment. It must be one of the few times someone has opposed him in such a blunt way. Your cheeks warm under his stare, but you hold onto your resolution.

"Let's follow the recipe." You wave the sheet of paper, and push the plastic container to the far end of the table where Seokjin's long arms can't reach.

"Let's see, we should stir nonstop for about 10 minutes to get the consistency right... " you trail off, trying hard to focus on the paper in front of you and not the burning stare of the giant man standing next to you.

"Could you give me the wooden spoon, please." You innocently ask, extending your open palm towards him, your eyes never leaving the piece of paper in your hands. Maybe if you had, you'd have noticed the mischievous glint in Seokjin's pretty eyes, the slight curl to his full lips.

"Sure." There's something about his tone you don't quite decypher. A playfulness of sorts, that would've been helpful to detect before the next thing happened.

The next thing being Seokjin standing behind you, chest pressed to your back, left arm caging you in between his body and the table, as he dips the wooden spoon in the tomato sauce and presents it before your lips.

"Open wide." You can hear the smirk in his voice next to your ear.

"Wha— no!" You lean your head back into his chest.

"Don't say no if you haven't tasted." He presses, (figuratively and literally).

"I— " you open your mouth to protest and Jin takes the chance. He pushes the spoon into your face but as you turn your head to your side, the red tomato sauce meets your cheek instead of your parted lips.

"Ah, so stubborn. " Jin sighs, defeated. In a single motion he turns you to face him, his pretty eyes inspecting the mess on your face with little interest.

A single brush of his thumb is enough to send your heartbeat skyrocketing, because the next unexpected thing he does is smearing tomato sauce on your lips. You stand there looking at him in aghast. You lick your lips involuntarily.

"How is it?" He asks, his lips turning into a smirk as he has the audacity to stick his thumb into his mouth, licking the remaining sauce off of it and releasing it with a satisfactory “pop".

The warm taste and texture of th sauce lingers on your tongue for the couple of seconds it takes your tingling lips to be able to form the words stuck in your throat.

"I'll go get the salt." You scurry away.

And that's the first of many culinary experiences that leave you with a full stomach and a bursting heart.

[anon-luv]

I’ll Never Be Her (JiminXReader) Pt.2

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Angst/ Romance

Summary: You loved him with all your heart, but he could only give you half of his.

Jimin was the love of your life, your night in shining armor when she wasn’t around.

She was his ex girlfriend,  his first love, actually she was his many firsts and she kept coming back.

He had warned you she was his weakness, but you didn’t listen, because to you having him even if it was only partially was better than not having him at all.

At least for now.

Rated M: Sexual Scenes and Languages that might not be appropriate for all ages.

Word Count: 10.8K+

Author’s Note: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG!!! I have been working a lot, and to be honest I did not expect this chapter to come out so long.  I hope you guys enjoy the second part as much as you did the first. I hope it meets expectations. I am so thankful for all your beautiful messages and feedback. Keep sending them my way!! Only one more part to this fic!! Let me know what you think lovelys.

Also to  be honest when you all message me or like the story and stuff it encourages me to write lol. I LOVE ANONS hahaha

Minor Grammar mistakes possible(I am half asleep sorry !!) . I will edit more if needed.

I am so nervous to post this haha. LEAVE SOME LOVE!

PART1

Heartbreak.

You had heard rumors about the unmistakable pain that comes from that forsaken condition. The boundaries between the mental and physical pain blurred as your body weakens from the instability of emotions.

It had been a week. Just seven days, yet your whole being was already giving up on you. Your soul’s withdrawal from Jimin cursing you into a hellhole.

The nausea came in waves as you laid upon the bed you had barely had the energy to come out from. The dizziness that magnified everytime you closed your eyes, creating a similar effect as if you were stuck in the middle of the ocean on a wooden raft as a hurricane blew with category 5 winds.

Drunk you were not, actually, the mere thought of the bitter taste of it sent you right back to the toilet you had been practically glued on for the past four days.

“You need to eat something,” Jin said as he placed a bowl next to your temporary bed, “I brought you some chicken broth and saltine crackers”

“Thank you, but I think I should just go back to sleep” you replied weakly as you attempted to shoo him away with your hand.

“Stop being so bloody stubborn.” he replied ripping away the blankets now sending your body into a shock from the coldness in the room, “You need to eat. Going to work and coming home to head straight to bed is not healthy. I am worried. Please.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Fine”

The warmth of the bowl felt amazing against your skin, you took a spoonful and smiled his way “Thank you Jin”

He smiled sadly at you, “You are welcome. I really do think you need to talk to Jimin though, he is hurting too (y/n). I went to go see him yesterday, he is not doing too well”

“Well neither am I, but I couldn’t stand by and watch any longer,” you said as tears once again spilled over your now hollowed cheeks.

“(y/n), stop stop, I am done talking. I don’t want to see you hurting. You were smiling a second ago, if I didn’t know any better I would assume you were pregnant” he said trying to make a small joke out of the situation.

Your eyes widened. Pregnant. The color drained from your face as a bit of bile rose up again from your throat. You swallowed. Jin’s clueless expression changed to one of equal horror as it clicked that just might be the reason you have been so sick lately as he saw your quick change in demeanor.

You set down the bowl and placed it beside you as you reached out for your cell phone.

38 unread messages and 27 missed calls. All from Jimin. He had been trying to reach you nonstop, but at this moment that did not matter. For the first time since you left you didn’t stop and linger on whether to respond back to his messages or not.

The calendar app was of more importance. You scrolled over through the dates, your last menstrual cycle was 2 months ago….all the commotion in your life leaving you no time to worry about mother nature and her monthly visits.

Jin peaked over your shoulder, “You know google says stress can sometimes mess around with your ...you know….thing”

You smiled weakly at him...stress….”Yes, it might just be stressed. I probably just need more sleep”

The room was silent after that, Jin had excused himself, quite uncomfortably, leaving you behind to your own thoughts to go get groceries. You laid down once again not trying to overthink the situation at hand, maybe you were just a bit late.

  Flashback 2 years and 4 months ago

 “It is on the house,” the broad-shouldered man said winking your way.

 “Oh, Thank you,” you said shyly, you were not used to getting attention from the opposite sex, especially this early. The sun hadn't even peaked out of the horizon and you were already making your way towards class. Morning lectures were not your favorite, but your procrastination had landed you in the only vacant spot in the last subject you needed to graduate, and much to your luck it was at 7:00 am.

 “Call me Jin my name is Seokjin, but don't thank me, pretty girl. That fellow over there with the weird orange hair is the one you should thank” he said as he leveled himself with you and pointed towards a two-seater table where a lone boy had his head completely buried in a book. Said boy didn’t look affected by your presence at all, actually he seemed rather absorbed in the pages he flipped through every couple seconds.

Jin was quite tall and upon closer inspection very handsome making you a stuttering mess, “ Yeah...yeah I’ll say thanks, I guess…” you said not wanting to be rude.

Jin winked at you as you made your way over to the orange hair man, and subconsciously formulating a conversation that would be short and to the point, that would include a good enough side comment sounding grateful for his act of kindness with an attached rejection if he had any ulterior motives. As you approached you noted he looked quite disheveled and in his hand was a neon yellow highlighter.

He looked like he was studying, but upon closer inspection, you realized his book looked more like a coloring book if anything with the amount of bright yellow markings and underlined text.

“You do know the purpose of that thing in your hand is to highlight only the imperative parts right??” You said making the man jump a bit in his seat  Your deep morning voice making it sound more like a rude statement rather than the playful teasing one you were aiming for.

“Excuse me??” He said looking up at you a bit caught off guard by your sudden presence.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so…..ugly and stuff….but like my voice in the morning does this thing where it sounds like an old man going through puberty all over again….and I meant it just in a teasing kinda way. My name is (y/n) by the way... I am sorry I tend to blabber, stutter, and make a complete idiot out of myself when I get nervous" you said as you dried your sweaty hand on your pants and then put it out there for him to shake.

He looked up with an amused glint in his eye, and then a smile made his way to his features completely dazzling you, "Jimin, nice to meet you, and don't worry about it. To be honest, that is quite cute. Why don't you take a seat??"

You looked at the empty seat in front of Jimin, debating whether seating down for a few minutes would be a good idea. You still had an hour to class, and Jimin's eye smile looked more inviting than chocolate cake, "Okay, I guess only for a little. Thank you....for the coffee and stuff"

"The coffee??" he asked looking clearly confused.

"Yeah, your friend over there said to thank you...wait....you didn't …” you said your eyes now wide with embarrassment as your cheeks tinted pink.

Jimin shook his head looking quite flustered himself, “I did not, but I mean…. I wish I could’ve??” he stated more like a question than a statement.

You both turned around to look at Jin who had been cleaning the same table for over 5 minutes now.

“I am sorry. He was probably just trying..He thinks I should you know….He likes to call himself Cupid”, Jimin said as he nervously scratched the back of his head.

You laughed out loud at the shyness of the boy, it was not his fault yet here he was turning redder than a tomato in front of you, “Don’t be shy, I am a gullible person it can happen to the best of us, and look at this we made ourselves a new friend right??”

Jimin nodded sending your way another one of his breathtaking smiles, ‘Are you always this positive??”

You shook your head rapidly, “Nope, especially this early in the morning, but today feels like a good day”

“Yep, it would be even better if I could actually retain any of this,” he said looking a bit frustrated at the notes in front of him.

You eyes his paper once again, and smiled brightly at him taking out your spiral notebook, “I told you it feels like a good day. Here you go, the notes are there, highlighted in different colors by categories”

“You are taking Advanced Literature too??” he asked as he excitedly skimmed through your notes.

“Yes, I am in the 4pm lecture,” you said smiling at the enthusiastic boy in front of you.

“Me too!! I haven’t seen you there, but then again there is like 200 students in the lecture hall at the same time. I feel awful for procrastinating on my studying for the test today” he said now looking completely devastated.

Seeing him slightly pout making your heart tug a bit, “How about I stay with you here and help you study?? I need the review anyway”

“Are you sure?? I don’t want to impose” he replied as he took a sip of the coffee and the cringing a bit making him look a hundred times cuter.

You took a moment to observe the man in front of you and before your mind could speak your heart did, “I am sure, plus whether it was indirectly or not you did hook it up with free coffee”

This had been the first time you ditched a class willingly, and you waited for the guilt to kick in making you overthink all the important notes you could’ve taken, but as you sat with Jimin giggling at his cute jokes, and talking about anything but the course material you realised it had been worth it.

“So, we should probably start heading out,” you said looking at your watch which indicated that it was almost 3:15 and you both had 30 minutes to get to class.

“Yeah, we should. Let me pay first” he replied running to the counter where Jin still eyed the both of you with a glint in his eye.

Jimin paced fast back to start picking up his scattered notes when you noticed Jin looking quite annoyed behind him.

You were about to question if everything was all right, but he beat you to the punch.

“Okay now, Adults you have been together for hours, and I have been patiently waiting for a phone number exchange if anything. So far all I have seen are awkward blushes, and lame ass flirty jokes, so can you all just you know write each other's number down so I can have peace.

Jimin’s face paled at the forwardness of his friend, you, on the contrary, felt quite bad for the position the boy had been put in.

“Just to let you know, we were about to leave together for class, and then I was going to ask him if he wanted to have dinner with me, thank you very much. I do not need a relationship guru for your information” you said sounding more confident than you were.

“Woah Jimin, this girl has balls and bites. I like her….Keep her” Jin said walking away leaving the both of you dumbfounded.

Jimin reacted quicker than you this time to put all the stuff inside his bag. You both walked quietly out of the cafe, but as soon as the door closed Jimin’s cheeky smile bloomed in your direction, “So, Dinner??”

 To say you overslept would be an understatement. The swelling along with the comforter’s red marks across your face was a clear giveaway.

You had tossed and turned for 30 minutes after Jin left, but dreamland was no longer accepting your admission.You rubbed your eyes roughly trying to ease the frustration of having to face the day with the constant thoughts in your brain running at about a thousand miles per hour. Why were you never good enough??

The reflection in the mirror had never been your best friend, you can’t count the hours you had spent from a very young age picking out flaws and finding a way to camouflage them. Most of the time your laziness won over your vanity, and that was one thing Jimin said he loved about you.

At closer inspection, you noted how much thinner your cheeks looked from a while back, along with the dark circles that framed your eyes, that despite your endless amount of sleep were more prominent than ever.

The hair that fell down in an unarranged manner from your head in a less than perfect way had always been your early morning biggest fight. Threading your fingers along the chaos to at least make yourself look more decent had proven to be a complete failure. Maybe, if your hair magically fell upon your shoulders like a yellow waterfall like Stephany things would have been different. Your self-image was poor, and you had never been one to accept a compliment gracefully from Jimin. Your put downs had become a self-defense mechanism, something Jimin always frowned upon, always answering back with a compliment that would blow you to the moon.

Attention seeker, that is what Jin had addressed your condition, but Jimin always knew better. He had seen you at your lowest when the tears fell down your face with frustration when your pants wouldn’t close and you had spent 4 hours non stop at the gym. Jimin had accepted you, and tried holding your hand through every episode of your lack of confidence.

Jimin had made you feel loved and cared for, but you had become selfish. The praise words that he whispered in your ears through the night as you both made love were screamed out loud for the world to hear about Stephany. He was not shy about the admiration for her, whereas with you he was more reserved. She was a goddess in his eyes. You could see it every time she talked and his tunnel vision focused on only her. Everything she did was compared to whatever lame attempt you could. One-upping her was out of the question for at the very moment your eyes landed on her you knew there was no competition. She had won a long time ago hands down.

What hurt the most was the fact that you didn’t have the courage to put up a  fight. Just like with everything else about JImin you had accepted her with arms wide open. She was a part of him whether you liked it or not.

Your hand traveled along your body to your bloated stomach. You had noticed a bit of cramping, but you never really paid much attention to it. You had been only craving crispy tacos with extra cheese this past week and had relentlessly blamed your fat ass for the now protruding muffin top. You caressed the top of it softly wondering if there was a little bean there like Jin had suggested. Just thinking of a mini Jimin running around calling you mom brought a smile to your face. Then reality hits and you are left feeling more alone than ever. Jimin and you were no longer. You had walked away. Had that been the right thing to do?? Yes. It had been. Even if it was the most painful thing you have had to endure in life you knew that you did not deserve being runner-up, you wanted to be someone’s one and only.

A knock on the door snapped you back to the present.

“(Y/N), I brought you something….. Are you okay in there??” Jin said from behind the door sounding concerned.

“I am all right, just give me a sec,” you said pulling down the shirt that had ridden up with the buddha rubbing you had been doing previously.

You cracked the door open for Jin to walk in.

“Did you vomit again??” he asked as he inspected his surroundings.

“Nope, just slight tummy discomfort, but so far the soup has been staying down” you replied as you gave him a thankful smile.

You had not paid close attention when he had come into the restroom, but now the plastic bag in his hand had been put up in the counter along with a jug of orange juice.

Jin’s face had turned crimson as you could see his eyes traveling from the objects to you looking a bit troubled.

“Spit it out Jinjin” you said eyeing his unusual flustered self.

“I saw this in that Juno Movie, and well...yeah,” he said as he started backing away out the door leaving you alone with the unknown items. With peaked interest, you looked inside the bag finding over 12 pregnancy tests from various brands.

“Wonderful” you whispered to yourself, “it isn't going to kill me to at least take one to have a peace of mind”

You chugged half a gallon of orange juice before your bladder had decided to cooperate with the task at hand. You pulled down your pants quickly, the sudden urge to pee becoming overwhelming. You quickly grabbed the two prepped sticks and peed on one and then quickly grabbed the other, and much to your surprise you were able to get both without getting any urine on your hand.

“Score!” You scram a bit louder than anticipated as you placed both sticks on the countertop.

Before you knew it, Jin’s head was popping in through the door looking quite panicked.

“What happened?!!” He said not really grasping the concept of privacy in the bathroom.

“Seokjin OUT!!” you scram causing him to realize his mistake.

He hurriedly closed the door as he repeatedly said “sorry” from the other side.

You giggled at his goofiness and once you were wiped clean and with your pants up, you let him in.

He paced in circles while you sat on the toilet seat tapping your foot anxiously as the minutes ticked by. For once in your two-year long friendship, you were both quiet. The phone timer beeped letting you know it was time. Jin held your hand as support as you nervously picked up one of the tests.

Jin’s arms were around you instantly “You are strong, independent, and full of life. Whether he saw it or not is not what matters, what truly matters is if you can see it. I will be there for you no matter what you choose. He is my best friend, but I know what an idiot he can be.” Tears fell from your eyes and Jin was quick to wipe them away, “It is a blessing and a curse to feel stuff so deeply. Chin up Girl, I got your back.”

 The clinic was way too cold for the short thin robe they had given you. The smell of disinfectant burned your nostrils, making the place feel even more intimidating. Other than the white monotonous walls, there were images plastered all over the walls showing the female reproductive system in different angles making you sick to your stomach. A diagram showing the various stages of birthing in a 3d model making you tremble with utter fear from the upcoming physical pain and changes your body would have to endure, and sadly you would have to go through it all on your own.

The door opened and a tall tan man came in looking quite handsome making you quickly scramble up from the previous open legged position the doctor’s assistant had placed you in. Your face quickly turning a dark shade of red.

The doctor smiled trying to make you feel a bit more comfortable with the current situation, but his rectangular grin only making you more self-aware about the exams that were to come.

“Hello Ms. Y/N, we need to run a few tests this evening to make sure everything is going well. My name is Dr. Kim. Can you please lay down for me and make yourself comfortable, we will be doing a sonogram to figure out how far along you are today”

You only nodded, not really sure how to respond with words.

“Would you like for me to call your partner in for the sono??” he asked innocently. You assumed the nurse had told him you had been accompanied by a man.

“No, it’s okay that’s my friend Jin, the father is not…..in the picture,” you said trying to sound unaffected yet you could still hear the sorrow in your voice as you said those words.

Dr.Kim looked apologetic, “I am sorry, I didn’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it, There was no way you could’ve known. I mean I didn’t see it coming and I was with the guy for two years” you said catching the doctor a bit off guard, “Sorry sorry, too much info”

Dr.Kim just threw another of his rectangular smiles your way, “ My turn to say Don’t worry about it, or him from what I have concluded in that one sentence. How about we get on with it. This gel might be a little cold ok?”

  Flashback

 You had been in a few dates with Jimin, and to be quite honest you had not expected yourself to be so drawn to such a character. He was clumsy, a bit disorganized, and he liked to be in control of the situations around him. He swept you off your feet so easily that once you had let him into your world he had conquered every corner with his eyesmile.

“So tell me again, what was your legit very first relationship?? You have this whole player vibe going on” you said drawing your words a little as the consumed wine started overpowering the blood in your veins, making the world around you a bit hazy.

“Me player?? Are you sure you are not talking about Jin?? To be quite honest, the only serious relationship I have had is when I dated my best childhood friend back in high school for like what seemed like forever...we keep in touch and stuff but she has her own family now” he said with eyes half-lidded obviously already affected from the alcohol as well “Her husband can be quite an asshole at times, but I can tell he loves her….I mean who wouldn’t love her”

“Sounds like you might still be whipped,” you said as you pretended to have a whip in your hand.

“Nahh not whipped, but she still gets to me at times you know…..” he said taking a large gulp of his wine glass leaving it empty.

He picked up the almost empty bottle and refilled his glass along with yours.

You stayed quiet inspecting his facial features. Jimin was very handsome with very pronounced cheekbones and chocolate eyes you could melt right into.You wanted to bite his neck and mark him as yours, but the fear of moving too fast and scaring him away kept you at bay.

The bluntness from the liquid courage you had allowed yourself to drown in kept making words spill out of your mouth like projectile vomiting, “Well, how many times have you had the privilege of falling in love??”

Jimin gave you a knowing side smirk. He knew you wanted him whether you were intoxicated or not. Drunk Jimin was a lot more carefree, you could tell just by the way he sat down with his legs wide open while his arm casually folded behind his head emphasizing his muscular arms. He raised a teasing eyebrow, “The smart question to ask would be, have you ever fallen out of love?? Falling out of love is harder than falling in love”

You took a sip of the remaining wine in your glass as you attempted to smirk back, “Ok then, Have you ever fallen out of love??”

He shook his head, “Nope” he said over popping his p.

“A smart girl would take that as a warning and back off immediately,” you said as you stood up slowly, His eyes traveled along with your figure as you made your way towards him. His figure looked relax against your black leather couch, and the temptation that had been building up along with your drunk promiscuity giving you the extra push of bravery to sit upon his well-defined thigh. You saw his eyes widen with surprise as you leaned even more forward pressing your ass directly upon his hardening bulge causing a smile of confidence to erupt on your face. You leaned in slowly toward his ear, close enough to surely graze it with every word that came out of your mouth, your hot breath tickling his skin causing goosebumps to arise, “Much to your luck, I am one of the smart ones that likes taking risks”

His eyes met yours, and before you knew it his lips were smashed against yours as his hands made their way to your waist as he gripped onto it for dear life. His nails digging with need and want as your figure rocked back and forth on his thigh hoping to ease the burning ache in your core.

His mouth left yours trailing open mouth kisses towards your hairline that bordered your ear, his hot breath now fanning the sensitive skin on your neck “Well aren’t I one lucky son of a bitch”

  A repeating static thump snapped you back to reality as your eyes glued themselves to the monitor that currently displayed what appeared to be circles and squiggles. Your eyebrows furrowed confused at the image, completely frightened that something might be wrong. Dr. Kim wiggled the wand he had placed in your stomach a little more and then the image switched into two unequal looking circles along with what looked like a jellybean. The thumping grew faster along with something that sounded like an echo.

A smile appeared automatically upon your face, “Is that my baby??”

Dr. Kim rectangular grin appeared lighting up the whole room with his cheerfulness, “Actually, those are your babies.”

  The dim light of the last rays of sun lit the way back to the place your feet had unconsciously dragged you several times before, but this time it was different. You knew where you were going. You knew you wanted to go back to him. After you had gotten a copy of your twins’ sonograms you had run out of the clinic without thinking about any repercussions. You needed him, now more than ever. A naive and hopeful part of you hoping that the growing miracles in your belly would light up a purpose in his heart to move on from what had been and run forward to embrace you and his future little family. You could already picture babies with his eyes and smile, they were going to be beautiful.  The chill in the air was dropping as the dew from the evening now pricked upon the skin on your face. The big hoodie that had once been his engulfing your frame, his scent still lingering strongly on the fabric warming you up in more ways than one way.

Your brain was still debating with your heart whether this was the right thing to do or not, but as your hand grazed the film paper on the pocket of the baggy hoodie your heart gained points only causing your feet to go on forward faster. The urge to jump into his arms and kiss his soft plump pink lips the reward you were looking forward to at the end of this journey.

Your goal was at arm’s reach. The park you had visited on several occasions during your evening walks and Nataly’s countless of visits was now in plain view. The grass looked greener than last time you had walked along this path.

The sound of a familiar giggle stopped you right on your tracks, the tree that had served as a shadow during the sizzling summer days serving now as a camouflage in order to scratch the itch of curiosity. The hoodie now covering your hair as you positioned your body to fit properly behind the tree so you wouldn’t be spotted.

Your eyes sought the source of the laugh that had triggered the uneasiness that was now clouding your previous judgment.

“You are it JIMIN!” you heard a high-pitched voice scream freezing you in place. Your heart shattering once again as you saw Jimin’s figure run around to the front of the slide as Stephany with Nataly in her lap made her way down the yellow trail only to be tackled by a careful soft hug from the man you had previously been running to. Your brain was now trying to take over your actions imploring you to go back to Jin’s and forget this stupid decision, but your masochistic stubborn heart prohibiting you to walk away. Jimin’s grin was bright, the happiness that radiated off of him as he twirled the little girl in circles as she giggled cutely. He was happy. That is all that should matter right?? He had moved on. You had been resenting him for not letting go of Stephany yet here you were holding on to him with a death grip. Missing him to you came like waves, and most of the days you felt like you were drowning. Some egotistical part of you was hoping to walk into a scene like the one Jin had painted of him suffering as if he was in the deepest level of hell without you.

That was not the case.

He was happy.

He was happy without you.

You were going to have to learn how to be happy without him as well.

You needed to be happy if not for you for the 4 little feet that will follow your footsteps in this life.

It was time to let Jimin go.

Once more you turned your back on the man you loved, but this time you had company. Rubbing your slightly swollen belly you took the first step towards your future without Jimin in it.

  Preggo pops were the best invention created by man, whoever said electricity or the internet had obviously never been pregnant. You had declared yourself an addict after Jin had given up on his so-called “home remedies” and caved in on buying some in the pharmacy on the way home. The days had seemed to fly by as you were consumed between work, finding a new apartment, and reading parenthood books Jin had been bringing home.

Jimin kept calling. Every day you’d wake up you would seek your phone to find missed calls and texts. There was an unknown fear within you that one day you would wake up to nothing. As much as you wanted to walk away from what had been Park Jimin you hated the idea of him moving on. The small part of him that you had claimed as yours was something you were not quite ready to give up. Those mornings you had spent in bed under the blankets kissing his face all over until you were blessed by his brown irises was one of many memories you visited at times where loneliness sneaked up on you. It had been one month, and even though the addiction of having him next to you was way long from over, you had found ways to deviate the cravings from his voice….his kisses….his hugs.

“Yellow’ Jin said as he begged once again for you to accompany him to the baby store, you hadn’t even found out the sex of the babies yet he had already gone to more than one shopping spree for nursery items, “We can get yellow neutral clothes please (y/n)” he said giving you puppy eyes with a lovely pout as an add-on.

“Fine, but as soon as I see you buy something overly glittery I am walking out of the store” you replied as you grabbed your bag. Your already small protruding belly forming a cute small bump. You were 16 weeks today. It was 4 weeks ago that you had been told you were pregnant and Jin had scolded you relentlessly due to your lack of self-awareness for going so far along with the pregnancy and not knowing about it. Prenatal vitamins and birthing books were dumped in your bed the night you had found out, a complimentary gift from your temporary roommate. He had been trying to hold conversations with your belly as well stating that his nephews/nieces need to be accustomed to his voice before birth so it can facilitate the situation if he ever were to babysit on his own.

“Also, your birthing classes start tomorrow at 8am, I know you hate mornings, but they were the cheapest ones I could find” he said practically dragging you into the store that had a giant pacifier as a logo, “We have 30 minutes to shop before we have to take off to your appointment. I am so excited to find out whether you are having dudes or dudettes”

“Jin they might not even be able to tell me the sex yet, it all depends on the positioning of the baby,” you said as you browsed through the ducky onesies on the sales rack.

“I am pretty sure they will not be shy about it and just flash the sonogram camera thing whether they have a peepee or not. I mean their father is Park Jimin, and that man barely freaking puts on a shirt and let me not get started on those tight motherfucking pants…...they leave nothing to the imagination.”

The mention of Jimin’s name forming a sour taste in your mouth, the sudden urge to ball your eyes smacking you like a freight train. Jin’s face distorted as he realized his mistake.

“No no no no no, sorry (y/n) please don’t cry….I will buy you ice cream after the appointment,” he replied trying to bribe you.

The cravings for sweet cheesecake with strawberries ice cream shooing away your urge to cry, “Fine but I get two scoops”

Jin just nodded as he put a comforting arm around your frame urging you towards the next aisle, both of you completely clueless of the set of brown eyes that have followed you both along since you entered the store.

 The fantasy that had been engraved in your head from a very young age of the future was modeled after a Disney movie. The house, job, family, and happy ending with everything and prince charming in real life was a mere figment of what society liked to claim as the norm. You tried to convince yourself over and over again that you could do this on your own, but in the mornings where your stomach decided to act up and take you straight to the toilet, you wished Jimin was right beside you holding your hair back as he would rub your back tenderly to soothe your burning esophagus. The one-sided pep talks you gave yourself had become a daily routine, and as your stomach grew the monotony of it had you desperately clinging onto your pillow screaming out your frustrations hoping Jin wouldn't be a witness of the mess that was you.

Your palms were sweaty with anticipation as you waited for Dr.Kim to come in. Jin had decided to stay outside claiming he was not very fond of medical offices. The door opened and an already smiling doctor came in, his happiness contagious as your own mouth formed into a grin.

“Are you ready for this??!” He said sounding like a cheerleader full of energy.

You picked up your shirt ready to be doused with the cold gel from the previous time.

He put on his circular glasses, scrunched up his sleeves, and right as the cold gel made contact with your skin the door opened wide.

The smiling doctor’s face contorted to one of annoyance, “What have I said about knocking??” His deep voice said sending a bit of chills down your spine. Your eyes snapped up to the figure that stood frozen in place by the door.

Surprise, happiness and hate alternatively, and complete disbelieve surged through your body. Jimin stood before you, his hair disheveled and shirt untucked, a slight smudge of blood on his collar.

He smiled nervously as he wiped his hands on his jeans, “Hi, I’m Jimin….the father?” Jimin said asking more than stating.

Dr.Kim turned to face you, the questioning in his eyes as clear as day, while on the contrary yours were muddled over between desire, fear, and aberration.

You nodded at Dr.Kim not quite sure if to trust your mouth to form coherent words.

Jimin took that as an invitation to walk in and sit on the empty seat beside you. The shift in the room was obvious to the point where Dr.Kim’s smile was not enough to lighten up the mood anymore.

Your heart was tugging you to acknowledge the man sitting next to you, the one you had been longing for weeks on end, but your brain had taken control as a defense mechanism and ignored your erratic heartbeat. Your eyes were solely focused on the monitor where you were once again going to see your two little nuggets. The wand was firmly pressing against your belly, the image on the screen this time was not in different shades of green, but instead had an orange tinge to it.

“This is called a 3d ultrasound, and this should help determine the biological sex of the babies,” Dr.Kim said as he stirred his hand around your belly. You could see a glimpse of Jimin leaning in closer to you and the monitor, but you still hadn't gathered enough emotional strength to look his way, much less make eye contact.

“Babies??” Jimin asked his eyes now staring at your belly openly.

Dr. Kim rolled his eyes at Jimin causing a small giggle to come out of your lips “Yeah as in plural”

The figures of two skinny babies popped up in the screen catching you by surprise, the image from last time was distorted and quite a challenge to decipher, but in this one, the babies looked less like blobs and more like actual tiny babies. The little arms and legs moved around wildly as if they were busting a move inside your stomach.

Tears formed unconsciously in your eyes, a warm hand fitting into yours, and just for a little bit you were going to let your heart take over. You allowed yourself to interlace your fingers around his softly enough to not make it harder for you when you would have to eventually let go.

Dr.Kim eyed your hands and gave you both a small smile, “ You see these lines here” he said pointing at the screen. Jimin and you nodded, “Baby A lady and gentleman is a girl”

Jimin squealed happily beside you as if the present situation of your relationship did not matter as his lips kissed your knuckles.

“Now baby B is being a bit shy, but…..” Dr.Kim said wiggling the wand looking object again, “ There you go….. Baby B…. Is a Boy”

“We are having a boy and a girl!!!” Jimin said no longer walking on eggshells as he captured your lips in a kiss. You froze not reciprocating, but Jimin didn't care he just rested his forehead against yours. You felt the skin tingle where his touch, but you were unsure of whether it was a positive reaction as flashbacks of him running around happily at the park came to mind. You let go of his hand and quickly faced the doctor trying to assimilate as if the rejected contact was just distancing for a question. Your hand dropped Jimin’s as if was made out of lava which he was quick to notice, unlike the oblivious Dr.Kim.

“But are they healthy??” You asked trying to make your tone sound leveled as if you could properly manage your emotions in the presence of Jimin.

“They both are as healthy as can be. Don't forget to eat properly and take your prenatal. I will see you back in 4 weeks. Twin pregnancies tend to be a bit more high risk than single, so make sure to keep in contact if anything feels out of the ordinary. My assistant up front will have a copy of your sonograms for you guys to take home. I hope you have a good day, and congrats on your baby boy and baby girl!”

Dr.Kim walked towards Jimin and shook his hand “Congrats, you have a beautiful family”

Jimin just smiled his eyes turning a slight shade of pink as he sniffled almost inaudibly, “I know. Thank you”

Dr. Kim just waved one last bye and left out the door leaving you both alone.

The realization of Jimin being here settling in and just like a bomb you started your internal countdown. You needed to get out of there before you exploded. You stood up and wiped your belly clean out of the sticky liquid. Not one word had been said since the doctor had stepped out, and even if you had rehearsed a planned script in case of a similar scenario happening you were at a blank. Your emotions tangling up inside, squeezing out any remaining air out of your lungs, making it hard to breathe. Jimin just stood in silence not really sure of how to proceed, he had definitely acted on impulse and the loving reunion he had imagined was blown over as soon as he entered the room and noticed your cold stare on him. He had fucked up, and even if he didn't quite understand what had triggered you to end things he knew he wanted you back.

You walked out of the room as soon as you had collected all your belongings and double checked you hadn't left anything behind. Jimin followed close, but did not say a word as you scheduled your next appointment, received the sonogram copies, and walked out of the building. Even if nothing was being said you could feel yourself growing more and more irritated with everything he did. Why did he make you feel like this? He had done nothing, yet you felt so small and worthless in his presence. The wound he had left had reopened and you had to muster all of your power to hold back your tears. At the same time though you wanted to run into his arms, kiss his mouth and nibble on his bottom lip, you wanted him sleeping next to you and have his hand rub your growing tummy as you welcomed sleep, but that was a fantasy…. That was a dream…

You walked out of the clinic fuming, ready to full on confront the betrayer known as Jin, only to be met by a bruised-up puppy face replacing his usual smug one.

“What happened to you??” You said as you pulled him out of the car to examine his busted nose and cheek closer. Jin closed his eyes with your soothing touch then quickly backed away looking at Jimin behind you.

“I can explain” you heard Jimin speak out finally.

You turned around to face him even more furious than before, “You better have a goddamn good explanation to why you beat your best friend up”

“I misinterpreted the whole situation. When I saw him with you at the store and then here….. I just thought the worse, but he explained, and we are good now” he said trying to reach out towards you.

You looked at him disbelievingly “We are good now??? Is that how it is??? We are anything but good Jimin. Actually, we have been bad from the start, but I have been blinded by my love for you. Making me a fool. I now have two little someones to be strong for. I am done waiting for you. I have always put you first, but to you, I was always on the sidelines.”

Jimin stepped forward trying to grasp your hand that had unconsciously turned into a firm fist. You backed away instantly.

“(Y/N), please just let me know what I can do to fix this…. fix us,” Jimin said taking a step once again towards you.

“Don't you get it Jimin??? I have given you two whole years to fix it. To fix yourself. I tried to give you all my love. My heart was in your fucking hands and you crushed and stomped on it every time Stephany called and you dropped me to go to her” you said wiping the tears in your face angrily, “ Let me go Jimin. I need you to let me go, so I can stop hurting and move on. I need to stop with the illusion that one day you will choose me over her. That you will love me more.”

Jimin was now in tears as he looked at you falling apart all because of him. You could see the internal struggle as he picked up his hand and dropped it several times, “but I love you more. I do….. I am sorry I didn't show it….but I love you (y/n) more than anything in this world please forgive me…. Please give me a chance….. Come back with me. We can paint the guest room as a nursery or even find a bigger apartment for our little family”

“No” you heard yourself say coldly not really wanting to process his words, for once everything that spilled out of his mouth was not of importance, “I am done Jimin. It takes more than just words and compliments to show someone you love them. You are not a five-year-old who can draw me a heart and make everything better.” You replied turning your back to him. You were about to walk towards Jin’s car when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Tears falling against your bare shoulder.

“Please don't leave me again….please don't walk away” Jimin whispered continuously in your ear. Your walls were about to fall apart, you could feel yourself about to crumble. As soon as you felt your knees about to buckle in, from all the emotional stress being thrown at you, another pair of arms straightened you up and lightly pushed Jimin away.

“You are my best friend….you have been for years Jimin, but I need you to back off. You have caused enough damage with your stupid bullshit games. It takes more than a few sweet words to gain forgiveness. You don't have to tell her or scream out you love her, you need to show it. And so far, all you have displayed for her to see is how much of a fucking coward you are letting yourself be dragged along like a fucking puppy. When we first met (y/n) I knew she was special, and I knew she was what you needed to learn what something raw and real felt like…. But I was a fool. You have hurt her, and I am done watching. Jimin be a man, before someone else takes your place” Jin said as he took your small hand in his and walked you to the passenger door of his car helping you in. Jin walked back to where Jimin stood still frozen in place with a trail of tears traveling down his beautiful face. The ache in your heart growing with intensity from the incapability of soothing his pain. You wanted nothing more than to run out of the car and kiss Jimin’s pain away, but it was too late. There was no remedy for the broken heart that was buried within your chest, the antidote was the same poison that had damaged it in the first place, Jimin, and you were not strong enough to go through that again.

You could see Jin telling Jimin something as he patted his shoulder. Jimin's eyes found yours, but you were quick to turn away. Not even a few seconds later Jin came into the car, his bruised nose looking worse than it had been previously, your hands traveled once again to softly caress it, “idiot”

He chuckled, “Be nice or this idiot won't buy you the ice cream he owes you”

“Jin at this point you owe me a whole freaking ice cream shop, so shut up and hurry to the nearest creamery my kiddos are starving,” you said trying to hide the way your words wavered with unshed tears. You could feel Jimin’s gaze still on you, but you refused to give in this time.

  It was 8am, Jin was late and the irritation from the constant invasion of space from your birthing class instructor had you on the verge of yanking your hair out. She had been rubbing your belly so often that you were wondering how a genie had not appeared before you already. The place was crowded with several couples, some whom already had started breathing heavily in a synchronized manner in the mats. You sighed completely flag stabbed at the fact that you were unwillingly taking these cheesy classes only to be stood up by the person who signed you up for them in the first place. You bit your nails nervously as everyone took a seat in their assigned spots. You walked reluctantly to your own hot pink yoga mat and took out your phone angrily.

 Jin, you are so dead-

(y/n) 8:05

 The door of the classroom opened and once again to your surprise Jimin stood there wearing comfy basketball shorts, a white shirt, and a black snapback. To say he looked absolutely stunning when he dressed laid back was an understatement. The muscles from his abdomen could be clearly seen through the translucent white shirt as he made his way towards you.

“Sorry, I am late” he whispered as he sat beside you.

You took out your phone angrily once again.

 SEOKJIN YOU ARE DEAD MEAT X 2

(y/n) 8:07

 You turned to face Jimin now, he could tell you were about to detonate, but before you could cuss him right there and then the instructor started the lesson.

“Welcome Mommies and Daddies to Birthing 101. I hope you all are having a spectacular day. Let’s start from the top like many of you probably did to start this journey” the blond preppy instructor said as she winked an eye suggestively to the class.

Torture. This was going to be absolute torture.

30 minutes in and you already had successfully achieved the art of ignoring Jimin perfectly.

Lie. That was an absolute Lie. You were dying internally, the urge to slap him across the face then ride him till he filled you up with his hot seed was temptation at its best.

You had not gotten laid since Jimin, and from what you have read in several websites and books it is normal to be a horny pregnant woman….something to do with hormones.

Hormones…..it was their fault, not yours. You did not want Jimin. Your hormones did.

“(y/n), How far in between do your contractions have to be, to be classified as active labor?” the instructor asked clearly noticing your lack of attention.

You nervously bit your lip and were about to answer until Jimin took over, “3 minutes apart lasting 1 minute….but that is not what concerns me….what is this about her cervix opening 8-10 centimeters….and tearing down there?? Like is that even…….that is ….. Ow!”

The instructor giggled at Jimin’s reaction the jealous green monster inside of you about to jump out to tell the instructor to get her own fucking jokester, this idiot was yours. The thing though was that Jimin was not yours. Not anymore.

“Yes, that is correct. Fully dilated is 10 cm and sometimes if needed they will cut to allow more space for the baby. Don’t worry too much about it though, she doesn’t look very phased. You have a brave girl Jimin. Now this is the end, for now, see you again same time next week”

You stood up and took off faster than the road runner. Your feet working up a step to get away as fast as possible from Jimin, but much to your already sour luck he caught up with you and grasped your wrist.

“What are you doing??” you asked as you ripped away your wrist from his hand. The spot where his hand had touch craving more than a few seconds of contact.

“(y/n), please listen to me, I really want to make us work okay?? I love you, please give me another chance” he said as he once again dived in for your hand.

“Jimin, it’s not that easy for me. You are incapable of seeing what is wrong, and I am not in the best place right now” you said trying to be civil with the boy. He had just endured the worse lecture in his life, he deserved at least that, “What are you doing here??”

Jimin looked at you confused, “They are my babies too (Y/N), I want to be there for them and you. I keep remembering everything you told me, how I acted, and I am so ashamed of what I made you go through. You did not deserve that, and I am sorry. Please, one more chance. If I can’t make you happy I will personally find a way to kick my own balls. You deserve the world. Let me give it to you” he said as his arms encircled your waist. The heat of his body against yours bringing memories, some that you wanted to treasure and some that you much rather just throw away. He kissed your forehead softly and then the tip of your nose, “Everything is going to be alright, maybe not today, but eventually. Let me try”

Tired. You were tired of fighting with your heart. The tears that spilled over were a mixture of happy and sad ones. You couldn’t start this new chapter in your life if you kept re-reading the last page. Expectations that came in your relationship with Jimin had always been flexible due to Stephany, and you realized too late that by even attempting to have them you were setting yourself and Jimin up for failure.

“If I had treated you the way you had treated me, you would hate me. Just because I let you go, doesn’t mean I wanted to. One more chance Jimin, but please I ask of you……”

“I love you, and I will make damn sure I show you how much,” he said as he finally lowered his head and attempted to kiss your lips.

Your brain decided to function at that very moment, “No Jimin, wait. Not so fast, I will move back in with you and we will see from there okay??”

Jimin backed away a bit and nodded looking a bit disappointed, “Right now I will take anything I can get”

  To say things were awkward would be an understatement. Jimin had given you the master bedroom claiming you would be a lot more comfortable if you had your own private restroom. It had been two weeks and your relationship with Jimin felt strained. He was a complete gentleman making you breakfast and dinner without you asking. The initiative that had not been there before clearly made an appearance as he brought your favorite flowers or donuts, yet the more he did for you the more frightened you were to let him in. Sometimes at night when you tippy-toed your way to the kitchen, you made sure to check if the coast was clear, you didn’t know if your heart could handle seeing Jimin having a moment with Stephany. Your masochistic ears sometimes seeking the silence for the possibility of a secret conversation between the two of them exchanging an ‘I miss you’

Stephany was MIA. You noticed that the third week you had been back at your apartment. No calls, surprise visits, or mentions of her. The daily text messages that had become a routine activity a while back were no more. You needed a break from anything her, and finally, the heavens were listening.

Today the stress from work had gotten the best of you, a flood of tears accompanied you home. When the front door of your apartment opened to the face of a smiling Jin you jumped right into his arms, completely forgetting that it meant Jimin was in as well.

“Ohh no darling what happened to you??” Jin said as he patted your hair like a mother would to their crying child.

You hiccupped, “Would you believe me if I told you I already forgot what I was crying for in the first place??”

Jin shook his head at you while laughing, “You are even a bigger wreck than you were before, how is that even possible??”

You were about to argue back until you realized you had no clue why Jin was visiting, “What are you even doing here??”

“Thank you for the hospitality, actually I am here because Jimin did an oopsie I need to fix”

You pushed Jin away from the entrance and stomped your way into the living room where a distraught Jimin sat surrounded by light pink clothes. You recognized some as your previously white undergarments. Jimin looked frightened as he saw your presence now skimming through the disaster he had made.

“I am sorry. So sorry, please don't cry. Jin said you would probably cry all day long and I really don't want that. I'll fix them. I'll make them white again” He said trying to scoop all the clothes up causing even a bigger mess.

Before you knew it you were in a full-blown fit of giggles. Your sides aching as you saw Jimin’s bewildered face. You had not even smiled his way since you had been back and here you were looking similar to a hyena.

Jin walked towards Jimin assisting him in picking up the clothes that were sprawled out on the floor, “Yah Jimin, I’ll take care of this. How about you take (y/n) out for a date”

You were about to say no until you noticed the way Jin smirked towards Jimin. Jimin looked lost but did not hesitate to walk towards you to grab your hand and pull you through the door.

“We will be back later”, Jimin said as he pulled you away into the outside world.

 This was a setup. You were more than sure this had been an evil scheme on their behalf. Jimin had dragged you to watch a chick flick you had been wanting to see at the movies, and he magically already had tickets for the sold-out showing.

He bought you all of your favorite snacks and carried them all for you.

Pleasant, everything had been easy going to the point of where you let him hold your hand as you walked back to the apartment. The lights flashing from the city illuminating his side profile as if he was a fairy.

You were still completely head over heels in love with him. There was no way of denying the way your heartbeat went all erratic with every smile he threw your way.

You arrived to an empty apartment, the scent of roses and your favorite Chinese dish shocking you. As soon as the door closed you turned towards Jimin only to find him on one knee.

Your heart dropped.

No this couldn’t be happening.

“(y/n), I know I have messed up time and time again, but after having to go some time without you beside me I realized one thing…. I can’t be without you. I need you. I want to be with you forever. Love is a scary thing. It changes every day. It can disappear in the blink of an eye. But I am not scared of love when it comes to you. I am willing to take this risk with you, and I know I haven’t been good at demonstrating how much you mean to me, but I promise ...no I swear I will make that my life mission. Please…..be my wife…..give me the chance of making you happy for the rest of your life. I want to have the rest of my life with memories of us together. I love you. Please be my wife” Jimin said with tears in his eyes and a soft smile on his face as he pulled out the most beautiful rose shaped ring with a red ruby in the middle.

Tears filled your eyes blurring Jimin and the dreams you had of spending an eternity with him, “No” you choked out,

Your heart shattered as you saw him looking around the room helplessly, obviously trying to gather up words to formulate a plan b to get you to say yes.

“(Y/N), I love you… What can I do? please tell me what I can do??” Jimin said borderline falling apart in front of you. Tears had started falling from his gorgeous brown eyes, and his lips were extra swollen and rosy from the endless amount of nervous lip biting.

“Nothing Jimin, You don’t have to do this. Whether we are together or not they are still your babies. I will not keep them away from you. You are their dad as much as I am their mom” you said as you made your way to the couch. You couldn’t be near him right now. You needed space, but he didn’t seem to get it as he stood up and walked towards you.

“That is not it at all, I love you. I want to be married to you because I love YOU!” he said with a tinge of sadness and frustration in his voice. He ran his hand through his hair another nervous habit of his.

You looked into his eyes, the patience that you had been able to keep up from the moment he proposed evaporated. You grasped his face in-between your hands, and then you let it all out, “Jimin, no, you don’t love me. You half love me. You only fully love me when she is not around, and even then I am pretty sure every thought in your head is not about me. I am not the one for you Jimin, I never have been. Can’t you see that?? I am not enough. Maybe one day you will find a girl who will be good enough for you to steal away all the love you have within you and only have it for herself, no one else. Every time I saw you with her I acted like it was not a big deal when in reality it was breaking my heart. That isn’t living, that is suicidal. I felt like a part of me was dying every time I saw you smiling at her. Sometimes I wish you could read my mind so you could have a better understanding of what goes through it. Jimin I am not going to say yes because I know that as much as I want the rest of my life to be spent with you by my side….. I am not willing to do it unless I won’t have to share you with anyone else. I want to marry you Jimin. I have dreamed of marrying you for awhile, but I can’t….. not like this.”

 “(y/n), is just you… I swear ...just you” Jimin said between sobs.

You tore your eyes away from his and looked at the floor, “Ruby….why a ruby?”

“Your birthstone”, Jimin replied completely sure of his answer.

You smiled at him bitterly, “Sapphire…..mine is sapphire….. Stephany’s was a ruby”

Jimin looked down at the black box that he still had in his hands, “ I am sorry I’ll change it, I am not very knowledgeable about this kind of stuff. I am so sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that”

You looked back into his eyes and held his hand in yours, you breathed in deeply, “Jimin I love you”

“I love you too” he replied instantly.

“Jimin, how many times have you fallen out of love??” you said completely serious.  Your face emotionless.

Jimin looked into your eyes with a glint of guilt you could see masked through his brown irises.

His cellphone rang snapping you both out of the minute of silence that had been haunting the apartment.

He looked from his phone to you alternatively, he shifted on the couch uncomfortably as his phone call went to voicemail.

You stood up reluctantly giving him your back as you walked towards the room, your heart aching from the flat out rejection you had given him, and yet you still had strength enough to utter one more sentence, “You should call her back”

[joonieflower]

Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 9 (last part)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6/ Pt. 7/ Pt. 8/ 

Warning:Smut and bad attempts at humour ahead!!

*********************************************** “How long has she been like this?”

Jin is standing next to Somi, looking at you slumped against a table at the resting area at KCon. Even from afar they could see exactly the moment you cringed at your own memories.

"Dunno, maybe two weeks? She's been listening to old Avril Lavigne songs nonstop, I'm worried."

"The Under my Skin album?"

"Yeah."

Seokjin hums, patting the younger girl on the top of her head. "You did well in calling me, little one. Namjoon is being stupid as well, said something about she avoiding him when she went to Yoongi's studio?"

"Oh," Somi nods, "that does sound like her, she does tend to avoid her problems."

He turns around, beginning to type a text on his phone. "Well, we'll fix this today. You should call Jackson, this is what you'll have to do..."

✧ 

"How would I know I was on speaker?"

You turn your head to the other side, staring at the window, blatantly ignoring Jackson as Somi snickered beside you, making you turn to you glare at her. "You shut your fetus mouth or I won't talk to you too."

She rolls her eyes at you, pretending to lock her lips. You sigh. You were all in the restaurant of the hotel you were staying for KCon, and you still were dying of embarrassment even after almost two weeks since The Incident.

"I mean," Jackson continues, ignoring the murderous look you throw his way. "If I didn't tell him would you?"

"I wouldn't, you know why?" your voice is low as you glare at him, and he flinches in his seat. "Because I didn't want to be rejected!"

Somi unzips her mouth. "People think you're so chill, Unnie. But you're actually the least chill person alive."

You gasp. Now even your own child is attacking you.

But well, she does have a point. You know you're not making things easier by literally hiding behind something every time Namjoon comes in the same room as you but what else could you do? If he caught you he would probably ask to talk, so he could reject you gently because that's the type of person Namjoon is. And if you could choose, you would choose not to be rejected at all.

You sigh loudly, dropping your head on the table. The hotel restaurant had been booked for all the idols that were staying at this hotel, so there wasn't anybody in here at practically midnight before a full day of rehearsals for the upcoming concert. Somi was the only one stupid enough to think it was a good idea to come down here and eat. And sure, you are hungry, but room service is a very real thing that you would rather be indulging yourself with.

An also very real thing is that you know for a fact that BTS will also be staying at this hotel. Which is, quite frankly hilariously tragic. Now you had to be aware of your surroundings here too so as not to bump into a certain tall man.

You grab your phone, focusing on it instead of the two idiots you are sitting with. You faintly hear the sound of three people sitting down at your table, but you're not bothered enough to look, just think it must be the rest of the Got7 boys.

"How’s your boyfriend?"

You blink up at Yoongi, sitting across from you. You relax a little, already accustomed to him after spending so much time together while you two worked on your song. “Which one?”

“Which one is it this time? I don’t know their names, I just know you stopped recording two times to chat with them”

“Oh, I’m trying to get V this time. It’s been going well, he’s got a lotta baggage though.” Taehyung chokes on his drink loudly and you realize how that must have sounded to him. “What? Jesus, not you, I’m playing Mystic Messenger.”

“Oh, good, geez," he laughs awkwardly, "Of course not."

A familiar hand reaches for a fry on your plate. Sehun smiles at you, winking. "Long time no see."

You scoff. "Jackson-ah, go get me another milkshake."

"Jackson-ah? I thought you called him oppa." Yoongi looks at the two of you, confused.

"Oh, yeah, I used to." you smile sweetly at the blond men that's already standing up to go get you another drink," That was when I respected him"

Sehun whistles. "Someone's feisty. Did you not get enough sleep? You get like this when you're tired."

"Do I look like I'm tired?" you shoot back, scrunching your nose having none of his friendly manners. You didn't hate him anymore, but you two were still far from being friends.

"Nah, you look pretty." he smiles, looking behind you at something.

Jackson hands a milkshake from behind you, talking to somebody in English. You ignore him. “I don’t need you to tell me I look pretty, I know I do,” you say, slurping your milkshake angrily, then, after a second, considerably more subsided, “Thanks anyway.”

Somi eyes you two suspiciously. "Since when are you two on good terms? Are you my dad again?"

Jacksons conversation halts, but you pay him no mind. You stretch yourself across Sehun's lap, his hands coming to your waist so you won't fall face first as you shove a handful of fries in the maknae's mouth, "Mind your own business, you little brat. "

“I mean, I feel like I'm entitled to know, am I not your child?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that-”

“Oh,” Yoongi interrupts your bickering, “hi Namjoon.”

With a yelp, you lose your balance and roll under the table.

You lie there for a couple of seconds with your eyes closed, praying to any God for even the smallest possibility that Namjoon didn't see you there.

“Hey,” he says, now kneeling so he's able to get his head under the table too. You let out a dying whale noise. “Are you okay, angel?”

“Can you Google for me if it's possible to die of embarrassment?”

He chuckles, extending his hand to you so he can pull you out. “It wasn't that bad.”

His hand is soft on yours, the size of it familiar as it lingers for a couple extra seconds before he let you go, walking over to the other side of the table, sitting beside Yoongi and across from you.

“How can you still be so clumsy?” Sehun questions, stealing more of your fries.

“Oh, shut up.” You mumble, refusing to look at anywhere else beyond the plate in front of you. “What are you even doing here, anyway? You're not staying in this hotel.”

He gives you a large grin. “I came to see you, of course.”

You steal a glance at Namjoon, who's looking at the both of you with his arms crossed, brow frowning. His other two group mates are looking at you with equally confused expressions. “He's joking.” You explain quickly. “Right?”

He laughs. “I missed you, you know that. But yeah, I came for Jackson, we're going out later.”

Namjoon stare is still heavy on you, and this is too much. You're not mentally prepared to deal with him, not yet. Not when you were supposed to go on stage to introduce some other idol group together tomorrow. When you already would have to pretend not to love him in front of thousands of people. And the addition of Sehun isn't better either, you might have started to forgive him but you weren’t completely ready to be friends yet. Especially not with Namjoon watching you so intently, a silent question in his eyes.

You get up abruptly. “I’m going to bed. Don't stay up too late, Somi.”

Ignoring Somi calls behind you, you make your way to your shared room, resting your head on the elevator mirrored wall. God, what a mess of things you had made by falling for Namjoon.

✧ “She left before he could even get jealous,” Jackson complains, slumping in the little chair in Jin's room.

“He did get a little jealous,” Sehun says, leaning against the beige colored walls. “He looked like he wanted to punch me.”

“She also looked like she wanted to punch you.” Yoongi makes a clicking noise from the back of his throat from across the room. “They both are so stupid. I bet the only way for them to finally talk and get the fuck together is if we lock them in the same room.”

Seokjin's head shot up, his eyes shining with a dangerous glint. “Yoongi, you’re a genius! Okay, so this is what we need to do now…”

-

You slump against the black couch at Yoongi’s studio. “Please tell me we’re done. I don’t think I can do ad-libs anymore, my throat will fall off if I try.”

Yoongi snorts, clicking on something in the big monitor in front of him, checking again what you had just recorded with the rest of the song. “I hardly think that's possible. And I still think you should let me add the rap after the bridge, I'm sure Namjoon would be willing to do it.”

“I don't think he would.” You answer him, voice weaker than before.

“I don't think there's a single thing he wouldn't do for you.” He spins around in his chair, now staring directly at you “ You two should talk, don't think I haven't seen how you're doing your best at avoiding him after Jackson fucked up.”

“Oh my God" you hide your face behind your hands with a grunt. “You know? Namjoon told you?”

He at least has the decency to look a little apologetic. “In his defense, it's not like it was hard to tell even before. You both have been acting like you're dating for a long time.”

“What?” You sputter, looking up again. “No, we- no?”

“Come on, he keeps clothes at your place. He sleeps there. He never did that to any of his hookups before, you've got to at least know that. And he talks about you all the time, it's actually disgusting, to be honest.”

You decide not to answer, instead, you begin turning this new information in your head. This was Yoongi, after all. He wouldn't be saying these things if he didn't think they were true. You sigh, looking at the screen of his computer, checking the time.

You opt to change the subject, “We should finish for today, it's getting late and I know it's your day off.”

He curses when he checks the clock. “Shit, finding a taxi is going to be a bitch.”

You jiggle your car keys at him. “I can give you a ride. You deserve after all the hard work you've put in helping me’

He points at two boxes next to the couch. “Great, so I also deserve help carrying those boxes right?”

You shrug, going to lift one of the boxes, your arms protesting the added weight. “Let's go.”

He somehow managed to make you help him bring it all the way up to his dorm, but only after saying after he saw you hesitating. “The coast is clear, he's not here. Go in already, I don't work out and my arms are hurting.”

He leads you through the living room, pointing down in the general direction of the floor indicating that you could just drop the thing down. “You can open the fridge and get a drink, you must be thirsty. I'm going to drop those in my room and I'll be right back."

He does not come right back, instead, he takes a long time. You drink the banana milk slowly, looking around. The place was surprisingly neat despite seven boys living together.

You hear footsteps coming your way again, so you set the little plastic bottle down, getting ready to live.

You hear Namjoon before you even see him. “Hyung, is that you? Do you know where everyone went?”

You duck the second he enters the kitchen. But not before seeing his eyes growing wide when he spots you.

You peek from behind the kitchen counter, smiling sheepishly as Namjoon gaped at you, confused in his Ryan pajama set. You look around, thinking of the easier escape route.

“Uh,” he says finally, “I’m awake, right?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip nervously. “Yoongi asked me for help with some boxes… I think he went to his room? So yeah, I’ll get going now.”

You circle around him to get to the living room, where the door is. You can hear him following you faintly beneath the sound of your heart beating like crazy.

Just as you reach the door, you both see it at the same time. A white paper, glued to the door with a pink tape.

“TALK, U SUCKERS. WE’LL BE BACK TO UNLOCK YOU TWO IN THE MORNING.”

“Did they…” Namjoon begins to say incredulously as you reach and try to open the door maniacally, pushing and pulling it as you turn the handle. “Oh, they did. They really did.”

You turn around, staring at him. “Don’t just stand there, don’t you have a spare key?”

He goes back to the room he came from, and you can hear him shuffling things around before he says, softly but full of emotion. “Fuck,”

Fuck indeed. You take a deep breath, looking around. For a second you think about jumping out of the window, but you realize how ridiculous you’re being. Sure, avoiding him is one thing, but were an adult, right? You could talk to him like a civilized human being.

You fish your phone from your back pocket, dialing Yoongi’s number. Not that it does much, it only goes straight to voicemail.

“This is kidnapping, Min yoongi,” you say, through gritted teeth. “I don’t know what kind of parent trap bullshit you’re all trying to pull in here but I suggest you just come and open the door for me before I call the firefighters to tear it down.”

When you press the red símbolos on the screen to end the call, Namjoon is by your side again. The two of you stare at each other for a second before looking away.

This was it, wasn't it? He would finally reject you now. And then you two would have to awkwardly share the house until they finally decided to let you out to die quietly in your own house.

Namjoon is the one who breaks the silence, “I was watching cartoons, maybe you want to watch it too? To pass the time, I mean.”

After hesitating for a second, you nod. “Okay.”

He points at the couch, clearly inviting you to sit down. Which you do, gladly, watching him as he moves through his own house this time. You were so used to seeing him just at your apartment that sometimes you forgot he existed beyond it.

He finally sits down again, quickly starting Netflix and selecting We Bare Bears. You snort at the choice.

“What? It's a nice show.” He says, sounding defensive.

“I know it is, is just… you're Panda.”

He turns his nose up in the air, “I like to think I'm Polar.”

“Oh, Joonie.” You say pityingly, patting his thigh in a very condescending way. “You're definitely Panda.”

He tries not to smile at you, bit fails after a second. “Yeah, you're right, angel.”

You take your hand off of his thigh with the nickname, pretending to focus on the cartoon on the TV. You chest feel tight again, heart beating fast against your sternum making you wonder for a second if you're having a heart attack.

The tension is palpable, curling around you, trying to coax you into turning at Namjoon to watch him. You don't. You keep staring ahead, fingers digging in between the couch cushions to stop your hands from.wandering elsewhere.

You are, in fact, so focused on not looking at Namjoon that you jump a little when he pauses the episode.

“We really should talk.” he finally says.

You still won't look at him. “Don't feel like it.”

“Babe-”

“Don't.” You say quickly, finally looking up at his eyes, finally seeing the intensity of his gaze over you. “I know what you'll say, and believe me, I really am not in the mood to be locked in here with you after this.”

you can see him beginning to open his mouth to say something back, so you quickly continue. “I didn't want to hear it back in the car, and I don't want to hear it now. I just want things to be like they used to between us again.”

“You don't.” He says firmly, face darkening with a tint of irritation. “You don't know what I was going to say because you told me to pretend nothing happened before I could say anything, and then proceeded to avoid me every time we're in the same room. If you want things to be like they used to be you have to start acting like my friend again. You literally walked out of a room the other day because I was in there too. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“I was embarrassed, can you blame me?”

“Why?” He asks, raking a hand through his hair. “I get that maybe it wasn't the best way to tell me, but if Jackson hadn't said that would you have?” Again, the same question. God, why couldn't he just forget it? It was exactly because of this that you knew you two shouldn't have this talk. He was paving the way to reject you in the gentlest way possible.

“No.” You get up. “Because is stupid, I wasn't supposed to fall for you! We were already stretching things too far by being friends and fucking at the same time, Namjoon. I don't even know why I thought I could just sleep with you, actually, not knowing that you don't do relationships.”

“There you go again. Where the hell did you hear that? You said the same thing before.”

You falter a little. “I mean, you said that. When we started.”

He shakes his head, getting up too and standing in front of you. “I've never said that to you. To Jin maybe, when he started to notice my feelings for you. But that was just me in denial.”

You search through your memories of all your conversations, all of the texts you exchanged. You fall back on the couch. Yeah, he was right. He never actually said that.

“Wasn't it implied? This wasn't supposed to be more than a friend with benefits deal. You just talked to me because you got horny after seeing me perform. Wasn't that what happened?”

He kneels in front of you, eyes level with you once again as he basically cages you with one arm on each side of your hips, not allowing you to run anymore. “No.”

“What?”

“I asked Jackson for your number a year ago.” He begins, one of his hands caressing the rip at your knee, picking gently at the fishnets you're wearing underneath the distressed jeans. “ He didn't give it to me, he told me you were dating. It was Sehun, right? I can't believe Allkpop really got one thing right. Anyway, I asked again a month before I sent you a text. He said he had to see if he could give it to me first. He cares about you, you know, you should forgive him.”

“I already did.” You say, gulping hard around nothing. “But… what?”

He laughs a little, his chest vibrating against your knees. “I've had a crush on you for, fuck babe, I don't know. 2 years? I saw your debut stage since then I've thought you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen.”

“Don't fuck with me, Namjoon.” You whisper, heart beating faster yet.

He takes your hands on him, kissing your knuckles.

“I'm not. You can ask Yoongi. I've watched every one of your lives on V-app. I never said anything to you because I thought you knew. You had to know, baby. Didn't you notice how I look at you?”

“Why? I mean, you can have anyone, I saw how easily you can find someone new at Jackson's party. Why me?”

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second. “And so can you. Have you looked at yourself? You're funny, you care so much about those around you, you're so, so talented angel. And you chose me. Why is it so hard to believe I would choose you too?”

You look around, trying to find something else to focus besides his face, staring at you so openly now. “What can even happen between us, Joon? We both have our groups to think about. It's not like we can-,”

He stands up, running a hand through his hair. “We both also have great people to look after us and amazing fans. Why are you so set on finding a way away from me? I'm here, baby,  and I'm yours. I've been yours for a while now. I'm not saying we should, I don't know, announce it to the world. What I'm saying is that just being with you is enough for me. Knowing you're mine as much as I'm yours, I don't care about who else knows, as long as you let me love you.”

Your vision blurs and you can make Namjoon coming back to you, his long fingers softly wiping the stubborn tears that had managed to scape. “I'm scared.” You whisper, closing your eyes against his soft touch. “This could go so wrong, Namjoon.”

“This could go right, too.anything could go wrong, the improbability of everything in life is what it makes it so thrilling. But, the same improbability leans it as much to a good outcome than to a bad. Don't you want to know what will happen?” He says, lips a whisper away from yours. “You’ve got me, angel. Are you also mine?”

You nod yes, finally looking at the man in front of you. Namjoon, who understands you better than anybody else. Namjoon, who listened to you as you whined about being a leader and offered advice. Namjoon, who made you playlists and took photos of random dogs just to make you happy.

The smile he gives you is so big that his eyes disappear, dimples on full display and you can't help yourself when you lean forward and closes the distance between the two of you.

You had been kissing Namjoon for almost half a year now, but this kiss was different. You didn't have to worry about him figuring out your feelings about him because he already knew. He knew, and he reciprocated it. You smile against his lips, pulling him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Things, of course, don't stay so sweet for long. His hands hover over your hips. “Can I?”

You nod a little too fast. “Please.”

And then he's kissing you again, hands sliding under the Hem of your shirt, sliding it over your head. His mouth moves downwards, every kiss against the curve of your chest, your waist, your hips making you shudder, skin riding with goosebumps.

He nips at the skin over your hip bone, making you gasp, his fingers making quick work of your zipper. “Don't tease me.”

“You like it, though.” He smiles up at you, his cute dimples showing a Stark contrast with the lewdness of the situation you were both in.

You give him a half-hearted grunt, knowing well that you couldn't argue against that. He was right.

He finally looks down at your pants again, the open zipper exposing the stockings underneath. “Shit, who put you in those fishnets? Are you trying to give people a heart attack?”

You wiggle your hips a little, his eyes never leaving the sight of your skin peeking through the criss-cross lines as his fingers gently pull it up, testing out the elasticity. “Don't you like it? You can just take it off then, right?”

His eyes meet yours again, the predatory look he has is one you're familiar with. “Fuck, angel, maybe I'll just leave it on.”

When he finally gets rid of your pants, leaving you only in your fishnets (today was laundry day, so all your underwear was being washed. You're actually grateful for deciding going commando when you see the look on Namjoons face when he realized you're not wearing anything else) you realize where you're both at. “Joon, the boys sit on this couch! Are you really planning on doing this here?”

His head shoots up, a bewildered look on his face. “Shit, you're right. Here, wrap your legs around my waist.”

“What are you doing?”

He lifts you up, quickly making his way to the second room on the long corridor. You barely notice Taehyung part of the room before you're both going through the entryway to Namjoons side, blissfully secluded by a wall.

His bed is so comfortable it startles you for a second, but then your attention is aimed somewhere else. At Namjoon, to be more precise. He's getting rid of his clothes, with his shirt off and his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, you can see exactly how much time he's been spending at the gym lately. You're a little breathless by watching him alone when he hovers over you again.

“Can you say that again?” He asks, lips barely a whisper away from yours.

“W-what?” You stammer, so unlike yourself it actually makes you blush. The effect the tall man had on you was something to be studied.

“That you're mine.”

You pull him down on you, his bare skin hot against yours, and it's so perfect you wonder for a second if you're dreaming. “I'm yours, Joon.” You repeat, bringing his lips down to yours. “Now can you please get inside me? I've missed you like crazy.”

He chuckled, kicking off his pants.”So demanding, angel.”

“You like me like this.” you purr at him, smiling. “Now, you said something about leaving the tights on? How are you gonna fuck me then?”

He laughs a little, fingers trailing the line the piece of clothing makes over your sex. “You're so crass. But since you asked, love, I'm going to fuck you-” his other hand joins, pulling the fabric apart, leaving a rip exposing you to him “-like this.”

You shiver. “Oh.” is all you can say when he slips one finger inside of you, curling it as he starts moving it. “Joon, please don't tease me…”

He kisses your lips, and you can feel him smiling. “Let me get a condom, then.”

You hold his arm, stopping him from leaving. “You don't have to, I mean… we didn't use once, I'm still on the pill. We could…”

“You sure?” He asks, looking into your eyes to see if that was really what you wanted.”

You blush, and it's so ridiculous. You shouldn't be embarrassed by this. You two had done this same thing before.“I want to feel you.”

He kisses you again, settling himself between your legs. He makes a low grunting sound as he slides inside of you. Your nails scrape his back as you let out a moan, the stretch so good it makes breathless.

He starts moving slow, hips rhythmically moving him in and out of you, and it's so good, so perfect that it has you moaning his name through the kiss. Both his hands are holding your wrists above your head, to prevent you from trying to make his hips go faster.

It's perfect, his slow and careful motions. But it's not nearly enough. You whine, trying to move your hips faster from under him with no success.

“Why are you being so vanilla? You can still fuck me and love me at the same time.”

His movements stop while he says, huffing “I was trying to be romantic.”

You lift your head to give a quick peck on his lips. God, Namjoon has such gorgeous lips. “You can romantically fuck me harder then.”

He gives you another animalistic grunt, sliding off of you to twirl you around so you have your chest pressed against the mattress. He leans over you. “Like this, baby?” He asks, cock slamming into you so hard it makes all your breath come out in one go. “It's this how you want me to fuck you, pretty baby? You like it dirty, don't you?”

You gasp as he continues ramming into you, “Yes, Oppa. Don't stop.”

One of his hands tangles itself in your hair, curving your head back so he can kiss you. “I won't. I'm gonna make you cum all over my cock, angel.”

You moan again when his other hand comes to your clit, the circular motions with the way his fucking into you making you so close already.

It had been a while since you had slept with Namjoon, but God, he didn't forget how to make you crazy. His mouth is sucking at your neck in a way you know will leave a mark, but you can't bring yourself to care. All you care about now is Namjoon, Namjoon inside of you, his smell surrounding you, his voice, moaning profanities against your skin as you clench around him.

“Oppa,” you half choke, half moan, tears starting to collect in the corners of your eyes from all the intensity. “I'm close.”

His rhythm gets even more intense. His voice is rough as he says, “Fuck baby, come for me. Show me that you're mine. You feel so good, angel.”

You do, calling his name louder than you ever did before as e pleasure builds up until it explodes, making you a trembling mess in his hands as his hips never stop.

He comes on your ass, making you look behind you to see him staring down at you, at the white streaks on your butt. You laugh softly, a little high from your orgasm. “Peaches and cream.”

He snaps out of his trance, leaning down to kiss your cheeks. “Chocolate cheeks,” he sings, voice light as he smiles fondly at you, moving his lips so he can kiss the middle of your back, between your shoulder blades. “Chocolate wings.”

He lies down next to you on his bed, pulling you closer to him. “Now that’s all I’m going to think about when I sing my part of that song, are you happy?”

“I mean, wasn't this what you were thinking while you wrote it?”

“Nah, I just wrote it to for the aesthetic. I just thought it sounded good. Deep, y'know?” he nuzzles your hairline with the tip of his nose. “And now people think I'm a pervert because of it”m

“I mean, they're not wrong, are they?” He laughs, kissing your forehead before getting up, pulling you behind him so you two can shower.

After Namjoon cleans you (not without pressing you against the cold wall for a second round halfway through, not that you're complaining), you both lie in his bed. You're wearing one of his pajamas sets, the cuffs rolled up so it can fit you. You sigh happily with your nose pressed against his neck, feeling his scent again.

“So, how do you wanna go about this?” He finally says. You look up at him from your spot under his arms. “We tell our companies, right?”

You nod. “Of course we do. I don't think we should go public, not yet at least. But yeah, not telling our companies would be stupid, they can help protect us.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Okay, let's do it tomorrow. The boys already know, I guess, so you only have to tell your kids.”

You grin at him.”Somi is gonna call you dad just to get a kick out of it.”

He fake shudders. “Oh God.”

“Oh, yeah.” You lift yourself on your elbows, face lurking over his. “Can you rap on my song? Yoongi Oppa said your voice would fit.”

“Of course. But do you really have to call him Oppa? Are you two already this close?”

You kiss him. “Don't be jealous just because I'm friends with your friends too.”

He chuckles, so you settle again. Snuggling with him, you feel happier that you did in a very long time.

“Hey, are you scared?” his voice his quiet, but it's enough to bring you back from almost falling asleep.

You think about it for a second. “I'm not scared, I have you with me.”

His dimples are in their full glory as he smiles big at you, lips meeting yours again.

“Me too, angel. I'm not scared if we're together.”

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(a/n: ITS FINALLY DONE!!! i FINALLY FINISHED IT!!

I really took my time it with bascially because this is my first fic ever, and i dind’t want it to end. Hopefully i’ll be able to finally edit all the errors i’ve made throughout this history so it’s actually readable tlol

Anyways, I love Namjoon, and I’m a sucker for happy endings!Hmu if you spot any grammar mistakes, or just if you want to punck me for taking so long. Than you so much for reading this until now, ily!!!)