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btsmakesmehappy · 4 years ago

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Sweet Scent | 4

Genre: Agent au. Colleague au. Mutual pining. Angst with Fluff at the end

Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!reader

Word Count: 10k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: reader feels a little insecure. reader is held on a gun point. (Not too explicit) violence. Guns. Reader and JK are hurt. Angsty with fluffly ending. I think it’s all? (Please tell me if I miss something!)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | completed

Summary: Why does he always look so nervous in front of you? Is it because of your excessive flirting? But how come you don’t tease him when he looks so incredibly cute every time he blushes?

Series Masterlist: The Company

A/N: Thank you for @arizonapoppy for betareading mine. You’re the best! Also the next part (sequel/drabble) will be posted next year just so the timeline makes more sense. So the next update will be the other member <3 Hope you enjoy!

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A knock on the door made you turn your head in confusion. You’re not expecting anyone right now. It’s almost nine o’clock in the night, and the building should be emptied by now, it’s past the office-hours.

Maybe a new case?

With the thought of that, your smile was beaming. You rose from the chair quickly and walked to the door. It’s the person behind the door that made you thank God that you decided to stay late at the Company.

Jeon Jungkook.

It’s been a month since you saw him in the firing range. You’re hoping to meet him again somewhere in the building, especially the cafeteria (because there is some information that you’d find him there), but you’ve never got the chance. The funniest thing was the other colleagues always found him there, except you. It’s just like destiny didn’t want you to meet him.

You believed in destiny. You believed in the universe.

You believed in the fall-in-love -at-the-first-sight. You believed in there’s sparks when you grazed someone's hand. You believed in the fallen books when you bumped the one in the corner of the street. You believed in the stranger sitting beside you on the plane while you’re travelling.

But unluckily for you, that’s never happened.

Still, you tried to believe in destiny, hoping to get some of it in your life.

After a month sitting in the cafeteria, waiting to bump a certain someone there, you’re getting tired of waiting for destiny. Well, even though you’d met him, would you still call it destiny? Weren’t you forcing it?

Which is why, it’s so weird how the universe just sent him to you that day. The day when you skipped washing your hair for the four days because you overslept and you’d tie it into a bun anyway. The day when your eyebrow pencil suddenly went missing. The day when you ate tomato pasta and dropped it on your shirt, leaving your white shirt with a huge red stain on the chest.

Why should it be that day?

Maybe the universe hated you.

“Y/N, right?”

His voice rang like a church bell, ringing through your ears and shaking your entire body. It’s almost magical that he sounded like an angel, and you longed him.

You couldn’t remember how long you looked at him, as his face turned red and uncomfortable. “He-Hello?” He timidly asked.

You shook your head quickly, “Ah, sorry. What can I do for you?” You opened the door widely as you gestured to him to come inside.

But Jungkook stayed in his spot, outside the doorway. He lowered his head to look at the paper in his hand, refusing to look at your eyes. “I need a report from the Ahn case.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning to the door frame. “About that, I don’t think it will be done by tomorrow. As you know Doctor Lee is still sick, so there’s no one to finalize the report.”

Jungkook bites his lips and sighed. “Yeah, I heard. Can you just- you know what, nevermind. Thank you.”

He bowed to you slightly and walked away. Even his body was that bulky, you could see how tired he was from behind. And somehow it hit a soft spot in your heart.

And maybe, you just wanted to be with him.

“Hey!” You yelled, he turned his back to you in confusion. “Do you want to see the report for a bit?”

Three days.

Three days you rejected every call from Jungkook. Three days you ignored all the knocks at the door from him. Three days you deleted all the messages he sent without even reading them. Three days.

And by Friday, you’re back to work, only because your days off are over. And unfortunately for you, Jungkook knows it too. It’s about time for you two to meet each other. It’s about time for you to stop avoiding him.

So, on that same day, you wake earlier than usual, leaving your apartment earlier than usual, but still go to work as late as you can. You hide at the bakery near the Company, eating a chocolate croissant, drawing it out by pulling it into flakey pieces, procrastinating.

You still can’t meet him yet. You don’t want to.

You walk as fast as you can to the elevator when you arrive at the Company. You look left and right as you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator. This elevator is taking so long.

“Y/N!”

You tense as you hear your name, looking timidly to the source of the voice. Please don’t be Jungkook, please. And when you look at the man standing behind you, you sigh in relief. “Hey, Jimin. What’s up?”

“How are you doing? Why do you look so pale? See a ghost?” Jimin asks while resting his arm on your shoulder.

You laugh awkwardly. “Ah really? Maybe just from the lack of sleep.”

He looks at you weirdly. “You literally had days off, why did you have a lack of sleep?”

You clear your throat, there is no way you would tell him about what happened and how it bothered your sleep so much. How his best friend and colleague is the reason for your tiredness. “Just some Netflix. Catching some dramas.”

“Really? What drama did you watch?” He asks excitedly.

“Uhh. Itaewon Class?” You let it slip your mouth. You don’t even know what the drama is about, only heard the title from Sehun a week ago.

Jimin looks at you with widened eyes and takes a step backward. “Well, I shouldn’t be too close with you then. I don’t want to be spoiled. I haven’t watched all of the episodes.”

You smile. “Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t.” In the corner of your eyes you can see a familiar man walking to both of you, a man that you want to avoid. Somehow in the middle of a busy lobby, your eyes were still drawn to Jungkook. He still doesn’t see you, which is good news. Checking the elevator, you hiss softly because it is still on the eleventh floor. Too long. “Anyway, I’m gonna have a call first. See you later!” You walk away from Jimin, without spending another glance. You need to get out of there, fast.

You still can’t see him yet.

Lucky for you, you decided to wear sneakers today. At least you can run four flights of stairs without being afraid of sprained ankles.

“Hey Kook!” Jimin calls and waves excitedly. “Overslept?”

Jungkook smiles weakly. “You can say that.” Lie. In fact, he woke up earlier than usual and he went to your apartment, and after two hours of waiting in front of your apartment like a persistent stalker, he finally realized that you’d already left the apartment. But Jimin doesn’t need to know that.

Jimin nods in understanding. “Oh, you know who’s come back to the Company? Y/N! Apparently her days off have ended. Actually, she was here just now.”

“Really?” Jungkook asks with widened eyes. “Where is she now?”

Jungkook’s reaction catches Jimin off-guard. The way Jungkook finally shows some interests in you, makes Jimin happy. “Well.. She said that she’s calling someone. You know, since you can’t have a phone call inside the elevator. But I don’t know where she is.”

Jungkook looks around him, but he still can’t find you. A thought drifts into his head, that you saw him and still didn’t want to meet him. And with that thought, he feels a stab in his heart.

Jungkook, you’re so stupid. You’re drunk stupid.

He wants to hit himself. Oh, he would if he can, especially in front of you. Not that he wants to show off or something, he just wants you to know how terrible and bad he feels about what he’s done. He even swore himself that he won’t get drunk ever again.

You stupid drunk jerk.

Even if you wanted to see him, what should he say? He hasn’t thought about it, and yet he called, messaged, and came to your apartment for three days in desperation.

“Kook?” Jimin asks warily. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Ah. yes. I’m okay.”

Jimin sends a mischievous smile to Jungkook. “You want to run after Y/N, don’t you?” he asks as the elevator finally arrives at their floor.

Jungkook looks at his feet and decides to step into the elevator. If she still doesn’t want to see me, there’s no point for me to force her. “Nah. I don’t want to.”

Lie.

How he wants to see you so much. So damn much it’s hurting him.

“Well-well, who’s there?” Sehun turns his chair to see you, still controlling your breath in front of the door. ”Why are you out of breath?”

“Stairs.” You roll your eyes as you wipe the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. You really need to work out sometimes, not just sitting and living a sedentary lifestyle.

He raises one of his eyebrows. “The elevator is broken?”

You shake your head weakly and sit on your chair. “Just need a little exercise.”

Sehun squints at your face and hums, realizing something is not right about you. “How are you? Okay?”

You nod and sigh. “Yeah.” You send him a weak smile. You look at your desk, it’s clean but you can still see the horrible image burned in your mind. It’s kinda hard for you to just delete it from your memory. Besides, it happened less than a week ago.

“Oh, I also finished your report. I was thinking that at least we should send an actual report, even though the investigation fell apart. What do you think?”

“What? I’m sorry. What are we talking about?” you ask, looking lost.

Sehun sends an assuring smile. “This report. We should send it to the agents. Don’t you think?”

You fiddle the corner of your shirt. “Yeah, I think we should.”

“You want to give it to them?” Sehun asks again. You bite your lips, your mind wanders. Seeing your sudden silence, Sehun rises from his seat and taps your shoulder lightly. “Actually, just stay here. I’ll take it to them.”

You watch his back disappearing from your sight. Again, you’re alone in this office. This office, your second home, but you barely feel comfortable sitting here. The scent of coffee you usually make every day is absent, since Sehun never drinks coffee in the office. You only detect the lemon scent from the air refresher in the corner. It’s supposed to be relaxing but instead, it makes your heart beat rapidly.

You feel sad.

Jungkook sighs again at his desk for God knows how many times. And everytime he sighs, it is just getting louder.

It begins to irritate the other agents around him. Especially since they haven’t been assigned to another case yet. To them, The Case of The Young Man in Distress, is their new case, and it somehow excites them.

Hoseok steals a glance at Taehyung and Jimin, sending signals right then and there. After they nod, they roll their chairs closer to Jungkook’s desk. “What’s up with you, Kook?” Hoseok starts.

Jungkook stares at the screen of his laptop, hands continually moving his mouse without any intention. “I’m fine.”

Taehyung snorts. “No, you’re not. Tell us what happened.”

“I’m fineeee.”

The older men share another look between them, they all look so concerned about Jungkook, but what can they do if Jungkook shuts his own mouth, let alone his feelings?

Jimin notices that their office door is open and yells deliberately loud. “Oh. Here’s our favorite forensic doctor!” It makes Jungkook flinch and Jimin sees Jungkook trying to steal a glance at the door and takes a deep sigh. “Our Sehun-ie. What can we do for you?”

“Just delivering some reports.” Sehun looks at the agents crowding Jungkook’s desk and points directly to Jungkook. “What’s wrong with him?” The agents shrug simultaneously.

“We are trying to find out. Wanna join?” Hoseok pulls another chair beside him, tapping the seat, gesturing to him to sit.

Sehun throws the report on the desk. “I want to. But I also need to find out what happened to my staff too.” Sehun turns his back and waves to them over his shoulder. “She looks troubled and unfocussed. Bad day, I think. See you, then.”

With the sudden drop of information, the three of them look at Jungkook’s reaction, who freezes in his seat. Something must have happened with the two of you.

Jimin asks cautiously. “Did something happen with Y/N?”

“Maybe on the day when you went missing after drinking with Yoongi?” Taehyung adds, which makes the older guys look at him questioningly. “Yoongi-hyung told me.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead he sighs and runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. The other agents know that they hit a sore spot. He bites his lips, hesitant to talk to them, but on the other hand, he doesn’t know what to do. Everything he chose seems like a wrong choice. Everything he does seems to push you away even further. “I-I just don’t know what I should do, Hyung.”

Hoseok pats Jungkook’s shoulder softly. “Tell us in detail. We’ll help you.”

And just like that, everything opened in public, well, to his best friends. How his heart feels weird whenever he sees you. How his heart ached when he saw you hurt. How you looked so weak and pained and disappointed when he took you home. How he went to your apartment drunk. How he wanted to apologize to you. How he kissed you drunk and how you pushed him back. How his heart crashed when he saw you cry, sobbing on the floor.

They listen to his story carefully, patting his shoulder several times when he looks like he’s going to burst into tears.

“And now, she doesn’t want to see me. I’ve been trying for three days.”

The silence falls in the room, it is interrupted when Jimin hits Jungkook’s head lightly. “Aigoo, you are an adult now. Stupid, but still, I’m just so proud of how you grew this fast.” Jimin smiles and hugs Jungkook lightly.

Jungkook whines. “Hyung, that’s not the point. What should I do?”

Taehyung suddenly raises his hand in the air. “Wait a minute, if Y/N really likes Jungkook, why did she push him away like that?”

“Well, y’know,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “you didn’t exactly get her permission before you kissed her.”

Hoseok held his hand up, silencing Jimin and Taehyung. “She might have thought that you just did it out of guilt.” Hoseok says softly. “Or maybe a pity, just a mere responsibility.”

“What?” Jungkook looks at him weirdly.

Hoseok explains further, “You know like a novel, when you hit someone with a car, and he/she lost their ability to walk, so you just decide to be with them? Or remember when you spilled coffee on my report and you decided to write it yourself and also bought me a pair of sneakers?”

“But I didn’t do those things to her out of guilt.” He gulps. “I-I don’t hate her. I don’t even know why I did it.”

Jimin smiles again widely, his eyes turn into crescents. “Are you sure you don’t know? I know that deep down, you know it.”

“Just tell her sincerely then about what you don’t know.” Taehyung smiles and puts his hand on Jungkook’s head, ruffling his hair softly.

Jungkook sighs again. “She doesn’t want to see me.”

“If she really likes you, she’ll come around, Kook.” Hoseok smiles and hugs the younger man. “Now, go find her!”

Jungkook looks at him with widened eyes. “Like, now?”

“Of course, silly. The faster the better.” Jimin laughs. “Go!”

“I don’t know what to say to her, I don’t prepare anything.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook in disbelief. “What do you want? A teleprompter? Just tell her your feelings, dumbass!”

Weirdly enough, Jungkook rises from his seat and takes off running, leaving his cubicle empty. “I thought you bet that Jungkook won’t end up with her, hyung?” Jimin teases.

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck and smiles. “The moment he told us what happened to him just showed who’s gonna win the bet. And besides, I just want him to be happy.”

Taehyung moves his chair back to his desk. “How about we change our bet to another topic then? We have plenty of subjects to bet about.”

You rack your brain, trying to find a place where you won’t meet Jungkook. And after mentally listing the places, you decided to hide in the infirmary. It’s unused and no one is gonna be there. So you can hide for a moment. Just like when you’re in high school, you fake a stomach ache, just so you can get some sleep or when you forgot to bring your math textbook.

Well, five minutes of sleep are considered a privilege then, as you hear the door opened.

You look from inside a curtain, trying to identify the man who just came in with a cart full of cleaning supplies. Cleaning service? The man quietly sweeps the floor skillfully, and you suddenly feel that you shouldn’t be there, as you’re just gonna disturb his job. Just as you open the curtain harshly, you tilt your head in confusion. “Jin?”

Jin looks at you in surprise, almost dropping the broom on his hand. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Resting,” you say with an awkward smile. “What are you doing here? What’s with the broom and the gloves?”

Jin sighs and turns away from you, continuing to sweep the floor. “Cleaning.”

“Do you do this every day?” It’s just so weird for such an elite agent doing some cleaning in this place. Especially, since the Company also hires a cleaning service.

“No. Just every few days. Since it’s not used, it doesn’t get dirty that fast. I just clean this room when the cleaning service has their day off.” Jin answers lightly as he picks a towel to wipe the surface of the table.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just my hobby,” Jin pauses and looks at the white wall. “or maybe I just hope that she’ll come back. You know right that she hates dust?” He laughs awkwardly. He clears his throat and looks at you warily. “Are-are you still in touch with her?”

“No.” You look at him quietly, somehow you can see his pain from his wide shoulder. It’s been a few years, but Jin is still hung up on her, still missing her. “Are you okay?” you ask cautiously.

Jin scoffs and walks away again, wiping the cabinet this time, “why? Do I look pathetic?”

You shake your head softly. “No. But you look broken-hearted.”

He turns his head to face you, looking into your eyes. “Well, so do you.”

Your jaw clenches, like how he hit your spot correctly. Tears threaten to fall down and you try to stop it by biting your lips. At the moment, you feel weaker and sad. You sigh and look at your feet. “What’s new?” you laugh dryly.

Jin puts away his supplies and removes his gloves as he walks to you, and plops on the bed beside you. “What happened?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I was just thinking that mayb-”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you right there. You’re not thinking. It’s an assumption.”

You look at him in disbelief. “Wh-what?”

He sighs, “Whatever your problem was, and whoever he was, you’re overthinking this.”

“You don’t even know what the problem is.”

“I don’t. But I believe that you need to talk to him regardless of what the problem is, not talk to your mind, making assumptions. You know, the key to a healthy relationship is communication, and it applies to every relationship. Business, family, or even Love.” Jin sends you a smile. “Just talk to him. The misunderstanding won’t solve itself.”

You sigh again. “What if it doesn’t work? What if it’s not a misunderstanding but a mistake?”

“Then talk a little more. Apologize if you need to. Forgive if you still want to be with him.” Jin stops, and swallows slowly. His voice cracks. “Fight for it, if it is worth fighting for, until you can’t fight anymore. Until you don’t have any regrets.”

You look at him carefully. You’ve never talked to him ever since you worked in the Company, let alone seeing his eyes like this. But now, you can see how he’s deep in pain. And you understand what he talked about. His experience. The thoughts of what he should have done before. The choices he regrets now.

You hop from the bed and walk to the door. “Thank you. I’ll try.” As you walk closer to the door, you turn to face him again. “She must have a reason, Jin. I don’t know what it was, but she would never hurt you.”

“I know.” Jin answers quickly. He darts his eyes away from you so that he can hide his watering eyes, and smiles. “So does Jungkook.”

I know.

You walk out from the elevator, squeezing your body from the others inside. It’s lunch time already, and you’re lucky enough that you can slip into the crowded elevator.

Seventh floor is quiet, but not as deserted as the last time you went there. You look around you, hoping to see a particular person. The one you need to see. The one you miss.

You sigh, heart thumping inside your chest. You’re not gonna lie that you’re nervous, and that’s not because of the thought of seeing Jungkook again. It’s the thought, an assumption, of what he’s gonna say. You’re afraid of hearing his reason, afraid that it’ll break your heart even more.

A little part of you tells you that it’s better this way, and just move on. But you realize, playing hide and seek with him won’t solve any problem. It will just hurt you, or both of you. If you need to move on from him, at least there’s no loose ends. And Jungkook deserves a chance to explain everything to you, in person.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head to the man calling you and sigh disappointedly. “Oh, hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi laughs a little. “Why do you always bump into me when you’re looking for Jungkook?” Yoongi looks more professional since the last time you met him, maybe because he’s sober right now, or because he wears a neat suit instead of his black hoodie.

You smile, feeling embarrassed that you’ve been found out. “How do you know that I’m looking for him?”

He shrugs, “nah, I just feel that there’s something about you two that needs to be finished.”

“Oh. I see.” You divert your gaze from him, “So, where can I find him?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know. I just came here.” He stretches his pale arms and continues, “y’know, overslept. Actually, maybe Jungkook is in the training room. He usually trains himself when he feels stressed about something.”

Your jaw clenches with the sudden information, forcing yourself to smile once more. “Thank you, I’ll get going then.”

You nod and walk again to the elevator, just the moment it arrives. When you’re inside the elevator, Yoongi yells to you, “He feels bad, Y/N---” You can only hear a snatch from him as the door closes, stopping you from hearing the full sentence.

I know.

You’ve been pacing the corridor for almost fifteen minutes, staring at the men’s locker room door. You perk your head to the door, every time it opens. And every time you do it, you’re left with another disappointment. Not to mention, all of the other male agents stare at a suspicious woman who’s lurking in front of a locker room.

Except one agent.

“Doctor Y/N?”

You’re leaning on the wall while massaging your calves. You squint in order to see the man approaching you better. “Kim Namjoon?”

Namjoon pauses in front of you, sending a warm smile. He’s drying his hair with the towel and his other hand holds a gym bag. “Yes, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself properly to you. Please just call me Namjoon.” He drops his bag to the ground clumsily, making some of his things flow out from the unzippered bag, reaching out his hand to shake yours. “I’m afraid that Jungkook is not here.”

Your eyes widen. “Ho-how do you know that I’m looking for him?”

He laughs and drops to one knee to gather his fallen things. “Just a little guess. A little bird told me that you’ve been working with him, so, yeah, I just thought that it might be a work thing.”

“Have you seen him anywhere then?” you sigh.

“I’m afraid not, Doc. I’ve been in the training room since dawn, haven’t seen him anywhere near here.” Namjoon smiles apologetically as he hangs his bag over his shoulder. “Have you checked the pool? He’s been wanting to practice diving since our last mission in Hawaii.”

You shake your head softly. “I haven’t, I’m gonna check there then. Thank you.”

“Anytime, Doc. You see, Jungkook is sometimes a little hard to talk to, looks distant, shy, and confused, maybe because he joined us at such an early age, but he is a nice guy.” Namjoon laughs again as he walks away from you, leaving you standing alone in the corridor.

I know.

Jungkook walks quickly to your office as soon as the elevator opens on your floor. He still doesn’t know what to say, but he just can’t let you escape him, avoid him again. He will use everything he’s got to at least explain a thing or two to you, and if the universe accedes, maybe he can tell you a little part of his feelings. Or maybe more.

Just one step at a time, Jungkook. You can do this.

It’s weird how he feels more nervous right now than when he goes to a mission. Usually he can just barge through any door without feeling any fear, but right now? He can feel how his heart almost bursts inside his chest. Is that because he doesn’t have his gun with him? Or is it because you are on the other side of the door?

He sighs. He doesn’t know anymore.

Maybe it is because he doesn’t know anything that is going to happen when he opens the door. Maybe it is because his brain can’t work for another plan B if his original plan fails. Maybe it is because it is a do or die for him, sounds a little extreme, but actually this is maybe the last chance for him to let his feelings take control of him.

Mustering all of his courage, he knocks the door and opens it slowly. “Excuse me?”

A chair suddenly rolls from the desk. “Hey JK. What’re you doin’ here?” Sehun asks and looks at him quizzically. “Is there something wrong with the report?”

Jungkook shakes his head rapidly. “That’s not why I’m here.” He swallows dryly. “I’m looking for Y/N..”

“Y/N?” Sehun raises one of his eyebrows. “Funny you asked that. The fact is I haven’t seen her anywhere since I went to your office.”

“Really? Okay then, I’ll just search for her somewhere else.” Jungkook nods politely and walks to the door.

“Why don’t you just call her?” Sehun asks loudly.

Jungkook looks at him, and gives him a weak smile. Sehun doesn’t need to know that you’ve been avoiding Jungkook’s calls, right? “Thank you, I’ll try.”

After he closes the door, Jungkook walks to the stairwell next to him. With a sigh he sits on one of the stairs. He pulls his phone from his pocket, looking at it like it’s a foreign thing to him. His finger scrolls to the contacts and looks for your name.

There’s no specific thing to describe your name in his contact. And by specific, it means you aren’t saved in his contacts. The only thing that describes you is your phone number, which he memorizes already because of how much time he spent looking at it and how many times he tried to call you in the past few days.

He looks again in his contacts. It’s less than a dozen. The only contacts in his phone are his parents, his brother, and his best friends. That’s it.

He remembers when he received your message for the first time, he almost accidentally deleted it because he received it at the same time he received another spam message. Only God knows what would happen if he deleted it for real. Would you still get hurt? Would you still want to tease him? Would it still be the same?

Or would he still have this growing feeling inside him?

He sighs and then inputs your phone number, but before he dials it, he chooses another option.

Add to new contact.

Name: Y/N

Save?

Saved

Jungkook looks at his newly added contact and finally dials your number, hoping that you would accept it this time. Hoping that somehow his sincere feelings felt through the rings on your phone. Hoping that he can say the right things this time.

And after the seventh rings, the call went through.

Jungkook can finally hear your voice. “Hello, Y/N?” There’s a silence on the other end of the phone for a little while. It begins to make him more nervous. “Y/N?”

“Jungkook?” but it’s not your voice. It’s a familiar voice for him that he hears a lot.

Jungkook looks at the screen, makes sure he got the correct phone number. He furrows his eyebrow, confused at why you didn’t answer your own phone. “Jin-Hyung?”

“Right.” Jin laughs. “Y/N left her phone in the infirmary. She just went out to look for you.”

“Oh.” Jungkook sighs in relief. “Wh-what? She’s looking for me?”

“Yes, kid. God, I don’t know what your problem is to make both of you playing hide and seek in the middle of the day, but yes, she’s looking for you right now. But I don’t really know where she went.”

A little smile plastered on Jungkook’s face, somehow he feels a little happy that you finally decided to give him a chance to explain himself. And with only that fact, he won’t lose this chance. “Thanks Hyung! Talk to you later!”

“Yah-”

Jungkook hangs his phone up, and stands up immediately. But if he just walks around and looks for you in this big building, it is just a waste of time. There’s a fat chance that he won’t meet you at all, and in this crucial time for him, he can’t rely on fate alone.

So, he taps his phone again, scrolling to find a chatting platform that he rarely uses, and looks for a group chat with his best friends, typing quickly and hits the send button. This time he’s gonna rely on his friends.

Jungkook 00.23 PM: Have you seen Y/N?

You open the heavy door to the pool area with an afraid look on your face. What if Jungkook suddenly appears before you? What would you do? What would you say? What if he doesn’t want to see you?

But luckily (or unlucky for you), there’s no one in the pool. Everyone must be taking their lunch time, leaving this place completely empty.

You sigh and walk around, deciding to look at this place a little more. Maybe, just maybe, Jungkook will suddenly pop out of nowhere, hugging you from behind like some of the rom-com movies that you usually watched in your teen years.

A sudden loud bang of a door opening filled the place, making you turn your head abruptly, hoping that the universe finally sends some signals to you. But instead, you just see a man pushing a cleaning supplies cart. You are disappointed.

Why do you even feel disappointed? There’s only a little chance for Jungkook to just walk through the door. You laugh to yourself and shake your head. Maybe I should just call him.

You pat your pants to locate your phone, and a little panic goes through you as you can’t find your phone. Where is it? Did I drop it? You try to remember when the last time you used your phone. You usually don’t behave like this; for you, your phone is one of your most important things. You never walk without a phone as you have everything you need in that mini gadget. Maybe this Jungkook thing is really bothering me.

You turn and walk to the door hurriedly, you need to find your phone back and also Jungkook. You can’t just wait mindlessly in here. Just when your hand reaches the door knob, you sense the cleaning man walking to you.

“Are you Doctor Y/N?”

You look at the man, sending him a polite nod. “Ah yes. Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your job here, I’m going now.” The man looks like he is in his early 30s. You can’t really see his face, since it’s hidden with his blue baseball cap. He wears a blue jumpsuit, a usual uniform for the cleaning service. But why does it look like it’s too big for him?

The man smiles back. “Oh my. That’s fine. Actually I have a package for you.” The man rummages through his cart, searching for something. “From a man, named Jungkook, I think? He’s been searching for you.”

“Jungkook?” ears perk in curiosity.

He smiles again, almost a grin. “Yes.” the man laughs at himself as he pulls a black metal thing from the cart and points it to you. “He’s been searching for you.”

You look at him with widened eyes. A gun. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, sweetie?” the man laughs maniacally, the sounds send shivers to your spine, making you step back unconsciously, your back hitting the door. You move your hand behind your back, trying to locate the door knob. “Uh-uh. Do not move. I don’t want to shoot your pretty face.”

Your heart races in fear., “Wh-what do you want from me?”

“The autopsy report, where is it?”

Your jaw drops as your mind wanders to the incident last Sunday, the one that probably will leave some scars on your hands. “Were you the one who trashed my office?”

“That’s right.” The man steps a little closer and pushes the gun closer to your face. “The report. Where do you keep it?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t have it.” Tears start threatening to fall from your eyes when the man seems unsatisfied with your answer and pulls your hair harshly. “I-I gave it up.”

He pulls your hair again until you meet his eyes. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Or do you want me to start shooting everyone who comes into this room?” He laughs again. “You’re waiting for someone right? What if he suddenly pops in right now, and my hand just slips?”

You widen your eyes and you can see his eyes, and they don’t show that he’s lying. You can see how crazy he is. “I-I think it’s on the seventh floor..”

Just after he hears your answer, he releases your hair. With a sudden lack of grip, your feet give up, making you slump on the ground. “Good choice. Now stand up. We’re going to the seventh floor.”

“Bu-but I just told you. You should let me go.”

He scoffs. “And how would I know if you’re just lying to me? Stand up!” He grips your elbow harshly, forcing you to stand in front of him. You can feel his cold gun on your back, pushing to walk forward. “Don’t do anything funny, or I might shoot others. I only want this to be just the two of us.”

Your lips tremble and your throat goes dry. You wipe your tears and take a deep breath, trying to find your courage and strength to walk. You open the door with a heavy heart, wishing silently that you won’t meet anyone in the corridor and on your way up to the seventh floor.

You walk slowly to the elevator, with the man following behind you with his cart. Whispering right there to remind you that he has a gun. Your stomach twists. You want to run away. Your hands turn into fists, sending a light pain from the still-recovering wounds. Luckily, the pain happens to keep your mind intact, make you stay sane. But still, you can’t think of anything that you can do to save yourself.

Sure, you worked for months in an agent secret service. But that doesn’t mean you can do martial arts or guns. You didn’t receive any of that training. So even in this high-security building, you’re just an ordinary woman. An unlucky one.

Wait. High-security building?

You look left and right cautiously to find CCTV cameras above you, maybe someone will see this?

The man behind you laughs again. “You think I’d sneak here with no preparation? No one in the security room is going to watch this. I’ve taken care of them.”

You choke, your heart quickens. “You.. you. Wha-what? What did you do to them?”

“There’s no need for you to know, sweetie.” He laughs again. ”It’s just gonna make you feel bad.”

You bite your lips, trying your hardest to hold your tears. This man is sick. And just then, the elevator’s door opens.

You swallow dryly and walk inside the elevator. Sighing in relief again because there’s no one inside. You reach your hand shakily, trying to push the seven button on the elevator, but just as the door closes, a hand sneaks in and it opens again.

Your eyes widen with the sight of the man, panting before you. “Jungkook?” Why are you here?

Jungkook still holds open the door with his one hand as he controls his breaths. “We.. We need to talk.”

You steal a glance at the man behind you, who acts like wiping the interior of the elevator. Your hands turn clammy. Maybe Jungkook can help you. Maybe Jungkook can save you. If this is the chance that the universe sends to you, you should take it, right? It is a perfect opportunity for you to lose the man behind you.

But, what if he shoots someone? Or worse, what if he shoots Jungkook?

You take a deep breath, your eyes looking at your feet, afraid of looking at Jungkook’s face. “The-there’s nothing for us to talk about,” you say coldly, pushing his hand away from the door and pushes the close button.

But this time, Jungkook is persistent. He doesn’t want to let you slip away from him. Again. “No.” He reaches out his hand again to block the door from closing. “We have to talk. You need to hear my explanation, at least.”

“I don’t want to!!” You push him away again, this time on his body, until he steps backward from the elevator. You don’t even realize how your hands tremble against his hard chest, how tears fall on your face like a waterfall. “Please... Just leave me alone…”

You step back inside the elevator, pushing the close door button again. But this time, Jungkook lets you.

If this is the last time I can see him….

You lift your head up to take a glance of his face from the closing door. You can’t see him clearly as your eyes filled with tears, and just like that. You sob on the ground of the elevator after the door closes, clenching your chest to tone down the tightening pain you feel.

“Well-well. Such a good girl.” The man behind you claps his hand. “Don’t worry, he’ll forgive you after he knows what happened with you and what you did for him.” He reaches to touch your cheek, which makes you flinch.

“You’re just a sick bastard,” you hiss, glaring to him.

He chuckles at your response and hits your face with his gun. He grabs your chin in his hand tightly, forcing you to see his eyes. “You’re really testing my patience, aren’t you?”

You’re shaking in his hands, a throbbing pain on your forehead also makes it worse. He releases your chin harshly and forces you to stand up as the car approaches the seventh floor. He pushes his gun again harshly on your side, with his other hand holding you close to him. You can feel his nasty breath on your neck.

I’m so going to die.

As the door opens and you walk through, that thought keeps lingering on your mind and it’s growing bigger with each step you take, and you can’t seem to shake it off. You can’t do anything right now, the only thing you can do is cry in silence, hope that at least it can ease your mind for a bit. But it doesn’t.

Why?

Because you don’t fucking know where the report is, exactly.

Jungkook remains speechless, his hands trying to reach for your hands but they escape him, leaving him grabbing the empty air. He only sees you walk back inside the elevator and he’s sure that he sees your tears when your eyes meet him.

He doesn’t understand you at all. Why then did Jin tell him that you want to see him? And why now you don’t want to? His hands turn into fists. He bites his lips harshly in desperation. Where are you going anyway?

No, he can’t just stay here. He needs to chase you. He needs to talk to you. He can’t let you again. He reaches his hand to push the elevator button but he stops midway.

Wait, why is there a cleaning service today?

He furrows his eyebrow, deep in thoughts, trying to remember any details of the cleaning service he saw earlier. He only looks at the cleaning service for a bit, he knows that it is a man, but Jungkook can’t really see his face since he faced the wall. He remembers the man turned his face when the door was closing, and Jungkook can see a bit of his face under the baseball cap. And suddenly his face turns white. He curses quietly and runs to the stairwell, not bothering to take the elevator anymore.

Jungkook grabs his phone from his pocket and scrolls to find Jin’s contact as he runs multiple steps at once. This might be dangerous and he needs his other agents, if what he’s thinking is true. If what he’s been afraid of come into reality.

“Hey, Jungkook-ah. Wha-”

“I saw Baekhyun, hyung. He was in the elevator with Y/N. I think they went to the seventh floor.” He says it quickly, interrupting Jin. Jungkook silently hopes that Jin can hear it perfectly as it is muffled with his pants and breaths.

Jin’s breath hitches on the other side of the phone. “What? Are you sure?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw him at a glance. I’m heading up right now. Tell the others!”

“Alright! Be careful!” Jin says and ends the phone call.

Jungkook puts his phone in his pocket and runs again. He runs, and runs, and runs, ignoring the fact that his lungs start burning in his chest.

Please be okay.

Like a spell, he repeats it over and over again. Like a prayer, he repeats it sincerely in his heart over and over again. Like a song, it is played in his mind over and over again.

I’m not going to let him hurt her again.

Like a vow, he says with all of his life.

He’s going to protect the woman he loves.

The silence in the seventh floor sends an eerie feeling to you, making your heart racing faster. Only God knows where the hell is the others when you need them. You feel the cold gun on your side, pushing harshly against your body. It is one of the things that makes you aware of what you’re doing right now, besides a throbbing pain on your head.

Baekhyun pushes you forward again. “So, where is it?”

You freeze on the spot, your hands getting clammy. You swallow dryly. “I-I’m not sure…”

“You what?” His eyes widen in anger and he shoves your body into a wall, sending a blunt pain to your back. “You dare to lie to me?” His hands somehow move to your neck, strangling it tightly.

You’re struggling to break free from his grip, kicking right and there, using all of your strength to push his hands away. Your chest is burning due to the lack of oxygen. Tears fall from your eyes. You feel weaker the more strongly you fight back and your eyes get blurry. Your consciousness fades along with the slowing of your heart beat.

And suddenly, Baekhyun releases you as he stumbles. You drop to the ground as you struggle to breath as much as you can. You open your eyes slowly, trying to see what’s he doing and there you see he is pushed to the ground by a familiar man.

Jungkook.

Jungkook hits Baekhyun as hard as he can. Baekhyun is perplexed for a second but after he processes what’s happening he starts to fight back. Baekhyun kicks Jungkook in the stomach. The situation turns around as Jungkook is pushed under him. The sound of the fight blares in your ears, trying to wake you up. You wince in pain as you gather all of your strength to stand up. You need to find help.

“Run!” Jungkook yells as he holds Baekhyun’s body tightly.

Baekhyun snarls, using his elbow to hit Jungkook’s nose, pushing him away. Your hands shake as Baekhyun suddenly changes his view to you and charges you, not giving you a chance to run away. Baekhyun pulls his gun from his pocket and points it to you. Your feet freeze as your eyes meet Baekhyun’s. “Bitch.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight before him and curses himself. He can’t believe that Baekhyun has a gun with him and through his laxity, Jungkook didn’t strip it. Jungkook groans and stands quickly to run to you. Please be okay.

Just as Baekhyun pulls the trigger, Jungkook jumps in front of you. The bullets pierce his right chest and his stomach. His body falls to the ground because of the impact. The blood starts seeping from his body.

Your jaw drops. You’re familiar with the smell of blood. You’re familiar also with the smell of the gunpowder. And when both of them are somehow incorporated in the air, it gives you a brand new smell that’s sickening.

The tears still fall from your eyes as you flop beside Jungkook, hesitantly touching him. Just less than an hour ago, you were dreaming about meeting him in a romantic way, but now this is only tragic. sharp pain clutches your chest, making it hard for you to breathe again. Your thoughts are only filled with Jungkook but you can’t do anything.

But Jungkook is strong, maybe one of the strongest agents in the Company. So Jungkook sits up and moves you behind him, covering you perfectly.

“Kook…” you whisper in between sobs.

Jungkook keeps you behind him with his arms slightly trembling, gently soothing your skin. “I’m okay. Just stay behind me.” Even the slightest movement of his arms makes his chest hurt even more, but Jungkook hides it in his smile. The only thing in his head is how to make you get out of here safely, and he doesn’t care about the pain. Not when you are his priority.

Jungkook slowly lets go of his hands and stands up. You see how the blood spots are getting bigger and bigger, how it affects his posture as he loses his balance lightly. And after a few deep breaths, he puts on a stance, looking at Baekhyun with furious eyes.

Baekhyun snorts. “You think you can fight me bare-handed?” He still points his gun toward the both of you.

Without answering, Jungkook leaps forward to attack Baekhyun. It leaves Baekhyun caught off guard as he begins to fire the gun carelessly. Still, it grazes Jungkook’s body as he moves closer to him.

Not only that Jungkook is one of the strongest agents in the company, he has a killer kick. It’s the one that made the Company recruit him in the first place. He rarely uses it in his fights because he rarely has a chance to have hand-to-hand combat, and even if he had a chance, he doesn’t need to use it. And if Jungkook decides to use his best skills in this fight, there’s no way for Baekhyun to win. Jungkook begins to kick him again in his stomach and tries to target his hand.

And Baekhyun knows it too. So Jungkook begins to kick him again in his stomach and tries to target his hand. While Baekhyun stumbles, he fires his last bullet.

To your direction.

It’s too late for Jungkook to realize it, to jump again in front of you. As the bullet hits your shoulder, the new pain makes you fall back from the impact. Jungkook curses and turns his body to kick Baekhyun’s hand, sending the gun flying far from them and holding his hand to throw his body, locking him in between his legs, in a way that Baekhyun can’t move.

The doors and elevator open almost at the same time, and the agents barge in to arrest Baekhyun. Finally.

“Y/N!” Hoseok runs to you and shakes your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He helps you slowly sit up, carefully not to touch your wounds.

It’s over now… You sigh in relief, but your eyes turn panic when you see Jungkook’s shirt almost turn to pinkish, a mix of his blood and his sweat. “Kook…” and just as his name falls on your lips, Jungkook stumbles and drops to the ground.

Jimin and Taehyung move quickly to Jungkook to check on him. They look panicky as they move Jungkook’s body to a gurney with the help of paramedics. ”I’m going with him to the hospital.” Jimin says to Hoseok.

Hoseok nods and turns his face to you, his eyes falling on your bloodied shoulder. “Let’s get you to the hospital too.” He holds your elbow softly, helping you stand.

And just like that, everything turns black.

You open your eyes slowly. The harsh lights blind you and you blink as you adjust to it. You are met by the white ceiling above and white curtains all around you. The familiar smell of disinfectant steals into your nose, waking you up even more. You try to move your arms, to help you sit up, but there’s a shooting pain to your right shoulder. “Argh.”

“Yah. Y/N, you can’t move that carelessly!” Jimin yells as he puts his hand behind your back to help you.

You shake your head softly. “I’m okay. Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s in his room. The surgery went well. Don’t worry.” Jimin says reassuringly and pushes your shoulder lightly to make you stay in the bed.

But you refuse, swinging your legs slowly over the edge of your bed. “I want to see him..” You use your left hand to hold the IV poll. But as your feet land on the floor, your body stumbles. Luckily, Jimin was holding you from falling. “I’m okay, I’m okay…”

Jimin looks at you with worry in his eyes. He holds your elbow tightly. “Y/N, you don’t look so well. Just rest for a bit.”

You shake your head again, tears threatening to fall again. “Please… let me see him just for a bit…”

He sighs. He knows how stubborn you are, and you won’t back down. “Fine. Hold on to me, okay? Tell me if you have any pain.”

Luckily, Jungkook’s room is just a few rooms from yours. Just when you are about to open his door, you hear voices yelling inside.

“Yah! You can’t move!”

“Jungkook-ah! Are you crazy?”

“She’s fine! Just stay in the bed!”

Your eyes widen in panic. You let go of Jimin’s arms and rush forward inside Jungkook’s room. The only thing in your mind is Jungkook, and Jungkook only. You want to make sure he’s okay. You want to see him again.

And your eyes meet his.

The other agents hold him tightly as he tries to walk to the door. He looks pale and pained, there’s bruises in his body. You see the bandages sneaking out from his gown. And it just makes your heart break and relieved at the same time. “Kook?”

His doe eyes look you from head to toe, blinking his teary eyes to see you clearer. “Y/N?”

His voice.

Your favorite one.

The only thing that gives you strength to step forward. The only thing that can make you run. The only thing that can make your heart leap.

And just like that you run to him, run to his embrace, rushing forward clumsily while dragging the IV poll.

Jungkook holds you tightly to his chest, not even caring if you jostle his wounds. He doesn’t even care if he feels the pain, in fact, he is glad he can feel it. So that he knows that this is real. That you are wrapped in his arms, still living and breathing before him.

Jungkook lets your scent and warmth envelop his body and he can feel the relief straight into his heart. He takes your face in his hands, looking at it carefully. He gulps a little when he spots a little wound on your forehead and bruises on your neck. “Are-are you okay?”

You sniff and let your tears fall from your eyes as you nod weakly. “Are you okay? Let’s get you back to your bed.”

“I’m okay,” he giggles but lets you hold him and take him back to the bed. And when you stumble again because of his weight, the other agents hop in to help both of you. Jin and Taehyung hold Jungkook and walk him to his bed while Jimin helps you.

Hoseok smiles at you as he drags a chair next to the bed, “We’re gonna let you talk for a bit, okay? Don’t talk too long, you both need to rest.” He pushes the other agents outside, giving you and Jungkook privacy.

It’s silent again.

But it’s comforting. And you kinda miss it.

It’s funny how just with the presence of Jungkook can stir your heart completely. Just by the presence of him, he can turn your mood around.

You bite your lips and fiddle with your gown. “Thank you for saving me. It must have hurt a lot.”

Jungkook smiles and reaches your face to wipe your tears away. “I’m sorry I didn’t come faster. You must have been frightened.”

And there it breaks you. Jungkook is the one who hurt the most, and yet he is the one who feels sorry. He is in pain, but he still thinks of you. What can you do to deserve to be with this nice man? No, you don’t deserve it all. And it just aches your heart even more. “What are you talking about….” you sob and turn away from him as you try your hard to stop the tears falling from your eyes.

Jungkook reaches your hand softly. “Please don’t turn away from me.. Please?” His other hand moves to pat your head lovingly. “Can we please have that talk now?”

You pout. “No. You need to rest. We can talk about it anytime after you get better.”

“I don’t want to. I have to tell you right now.” He takes a deep sigh. “I’ll go crazy if I keep this any longer.”

“But…”

“I’m sorry for what I did to you in your apartment. I was drunk and made stupid mistakes. I’m sorry.”

You nod quickly. “Yes, I know and I’ve forgiven you. Now, you should have some rest…”

“I didn’t know why I did it, but just so you know, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. I think I felt too rushed, but I didn’t do it just to tease you or make fun of your feelings. It’s jus-”

“Wait, what?” You look at him puzzled and raise one of your eyebrows. “You-you wanted to kiss me?”

He tilts his head at your response. “Yeah?”

“But, why?”

He takes a close look at your face, and swallows dryly. “Because I like you, Y/N.”

There is a pregnant silence as you blink your eyes, processing the sudden bomb of information. “Huh?” You scratch the back of your head confusedly. “You like me? Since when?”

He blushes as he smiles. “I don’t know. It just happened, I guess… Wait, you didn’t know?”

“Duh, this is an expression of a person who knew about it,” you say sarcastically as you point to your face.

Jungkook’s jaw drops. “I really thought I made myself really clear. Even the others knew about it!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Anyway, I just felt so rushed because you’re gonna leave soon and I thought I’m gonna lose my chance. Also it might be because these feelings are little new for me, so I was a little confused. But I-”

“But I’m still with this Company for another 4 months…”

It’s his turn to process the information and then his face turns red as he lets go of your hand. “I thought… I’m just… hmmm. I’m gonna take my confession back then…”

“No! I won’t let you take it back.” You reach for his hand, holding it tightly. You look at him with a determination in your eyes and smile widely from ear to ear. “Thank you, I’m happy to hear it.”

Jungkook replies with a smile too as he sighs in relief. “But still, I have to say it again properly someday.”

You giggle as you squeeze his hand. “Sure, let’s take this slowly. We have a lot of time.”

You both hold each others’ hands with smiles on your faces. No word exchanged, as you both know how happy you are. How relieved you are to finally hold his warm hand again. How excited you are to guess what will happen to both of you. How ecstatic you are as you feel your heart races inside your chest.

The air freshener sprays in the corner of the room, breaking the silence between both of you. The scent of vanilla disperses in the air. Filling the room with nothing but sweet scent. Usually, you always stay away from the sweet type of smell and stick with anything musky, floral, or maybe just natural ones. But now, this specific type of smell becomes your favorite one. The sweetest scent to remind you about him. The sweetest scent that you can have everyday without feeling sick.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, “I know, you said to take this slowly. But I just can’t help it…” He looks at you with pinkish cheeks as he squeezes your hand. “Can-can I kiss you?”

You reply with nothing but a smile and nod. You lean in a little so he can be closer to you just for a little bit. And just like that, he takes your face in his hands slowly and connects his lips with yours.

And you can feel it, how your hearts are connecting too.

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ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -3-

Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, Jungkook hurting y/n, a lot of hurtful feelings, disappointment, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, mention of pregnancy, a little bit of smut, swearing.

Author’s note: I have cried a lot while writing this chapter 😭 hope you guys aren’t as sensitive as I am 💔

Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”

Word Count: 1651

Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you inow what I mean)

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??

Taglist: @jiminiepabo95 @giadalin

Part 3

Title: Divorce

Jungkook's P.O.V

They say getting drunk is the best thing to do when you feel the world is no longer a good place for you. It helps you forget everything, especially the things that hurts you so bad. However, it is not the case with me. I have been siting here in the kitchen for hours drinking. But Its not helping at all. It is making it even worser.

Her face, her voice, her scent.... Every small trace of her features are stuck in mind even after drinking seven bottles of this useless drink.

"Maybe because I am used to it. I need even larger quantities of these alcoholic drinks to get drunk. I should of listened to her when she told me to stop drinking a lot." I said smiling at the memory of her caring about me. She used to hate my drinking habit.

How can things change this fast. How can everything vanish in a blink of an eye. How can she be pregnant with another man's child. How can she be this way. How can I be this way.

Jk: "She was sooo good for me. I don't deserve good things. I don't deserve her. I gave her for money. I-i ...... Sold her for money." I didn't know i was crying until I saw tears falling of my cheeks. "Why am I even crying. Wasn't me the one who wanted money instead of her." I said quickly wiping my tears away.

"It is all because of you. I hate you. I have never thought you will have a big affect on my life. Why won't you leave me alone even after vanishing out of this world"

Flash back

???: "Where is the money?! How dare you come back with few dollars only. Didn't I tell you to not comeback home until you bring 50 bucks a day?!" He yelled as he harshly grabbed the young kid from his shoulders.

Jk: "I'm sorry. I am really sorry. No one wanted to buy anything from the water bottles and the gums I am selling. Only few people bought them." Jungkook answered. His voice trembling. His hands and legs won't stop shaking. His words were coming out as whimpers due to the harsh grip on his meager shoulders.

???: " I don't care!! 50 bucks means 50 bucks. or I swear I won't let you sleep in this house anymore" the man threatened as he pushed him harshly towards the wall. the young Jungkook's body ended up being slammed on the wall so hard that the old wooden door of the cheap dresser opened making a creaking sound.

???: "Now go!! and make sure to don't come back here until you bring money. you need to learn how to live independently I am not staying with you forever. Your mom was like that as well but thanks god she is gone now. But still she left a stupid kid like you for me to deal with." The man said walking his way to the door. he grabbed the handle of it but stopped in mid way due to hearing the younger speaking.

Jk: " It's cold outside I need something to cover myself with. Can I borrow your jacket please or can I maybe go outside tomorrow morning it almost 11:00 pm dad. It's night." he begged as he hugged himself. he was freezing from the cold. him being inside doesn't help at all. The room that he was in wasn't considered a real room. It was a huge shop, which used to be an auto repair shop. There wasn't even something to sit on. How could a father do this to his child. How can't he take care and look after one kid.

It is true that Jungkook said it's cold outside and that's why he doesn't want to go there but in reality he is scared. He is not scared from real things like murdering, killing, being kidnapped. He is still scared of ghosts and monsters. Which is a proof that shows he is still a child and he still thinks about unreal things that every child fears of.

Jk's father: "What did you say softy?? is it that cold to you my baby," he smirked as he moved his way towards his child. Jungkook knew what will happen to him but he didn't move. He hoped that after he is done with him he will leave him there. He won't let him go outside anymore. But little did he know, there is no escape. The old man grabbed the jungkook from his neck, strangling him as he lift his body of the ground. He tighten his grip on his neck. Jungkook's eyes were wide open. He tried to take a breaths but he couldn't. "You are a nobody. I just want you to be gone from my life, I can kill you right now and right here. But unfortunately I still need you. I need money. The only reason why you are still alive is because I need money and you are the only way I could have money without even working." he harshly yelled as he finally loosened his grip on the kid's neck letting his body slam hard to the ground.

Jk's father: "Do you still want to stay here??!! No??!! Good boy." he blurted out as he grabbed Jungkook from his wrist and harshly threw him outside. Closing the door afterwards without even giving a final glance towards his 9 years old son.

End of flashback

"why......why.....why" Jungkook kept repeating the same word on and on. A simple "why" that asks millions of questions. "Why did you do this to me? Why didn't you love me? Why did you treat me as if I am nothing to you? Why did your actions affect me?" Jungkook kept going on and on with his questions. The veins in his arms popped out as his muscles tensed. He started yelling every word that came out of his mouth.

Jk: "Why am I doing what you have done? Why am I like you?! Why! Why!" He yelled as his grip tightening instinctively around the wine glass causing it to broke into peaces. Blood came rushing down his hands and dripped on the floor. His grip didn't loosen one bit, it instead got tighter and tighter.

A loud knock on the door took him out of his states. He didn't budge, only his gaze moved towards the front door. He shifted a little bit on his seat as he laid his head on the kitchen counter closing his eyes afterwards.

He took a deep breath waiting for the person to stop knocking on the door. A growl escaped his mouth when he heard the voice of the person who've been knocking on the door for more than two minutes. But he quickly stood up and walked towards the front door opening it wide. His gaze quickly roamed around not letting it stop on the man standing in front of him. He thought she came back. But she was no where to be seen.

Jk: "Where is she?!" He asked finally looking at the old man in front of him.

Mr.Kim: "We need to talk." The old man nonchalantly said ignoring JungKook's question.

Jungkook moved away letting the old man enter. Both of them walked inside the living room. Mr. Kim took a seat on one of the couches as he unlocked his phone.

"It's 10:33 pm Y/N will be waiting for me so lets talk fast." The old man said making Jungkook ball his hands into fists. His gaze moved towards Mr. Kim's phone making his whole body tense up at the view in front of him. Jungkook closed his eyes tight. *He dares to have her photo as his lock screen* he said to himself opening his eyes again.

Jk: "Where is she?!" Jungkook once again asked as he stood in front of the couch Mr.Kim sat on.

Mr. Kim: "You think she will come back after what you did to her?! She said she doesn't want to see you face. Who even gave you the permission to touch her you bastard." He said glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook's chest felt heavy hearing that she doesn't want to see him.

Jk: "It's none if your business. She is my wife. I can touch her whenever I want too" Jungkook's eyes sharp on him challenging him to say the opposite.

Mr. Kim: "But not for too long" he replayed a malignant smirk on his face.

Jungkook: "What do you mean?!" He asked confused.

Mr.Kim: "I am sure she told you that she is pregnant with MY child" he said, a smirk still on his face. Jungkook's heart sunk at the mention of his wife caring someone else's child. "You have one week to divorce her. I want to marry her sooner than later. I want her and our child to have my name. Kim y/n not Jeon y/n" he continued standing up.

Mr. Kim: "Tell me whenever you set a day for the divorce. And one more thing tomorrow is your first day at work because today is obviously the last day of your vacation that was supposed to be for your honeymoon. So be ready for a big surprise tomorrow. I can't wait to see your reaction." He laughed walking pass Jungkook and out if the house.

Jungkook was standing still. The idea of her not wanting to see him and wanting to get a divorce made him go insane. His breaths were unsteady. He suddenly fall on his knees and crawled towards the couch. As soon as his back touched the couch he brought his knees towards his chest hugging them with his arms. He buried his face between his knees as he kept repeating, "I won't divorce her, I want divorce her..............."

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21 Things To Do This Summer PJM

y/n has a week left to live and 21 things she wanted to do this summer. Jimin vows to help her do them all before she dies and give her the summer of a lifetime.

jimin x reader - angst, fluff, comedy, non-idol!au

Part of BangtanHQ’s ‘Bangtan Boardwalk’ at the ‘Summertime Sadness’ booth!

Rating: Mature (heavy themes and strong language - read with caution)

Word Count: 7.2k+

Warnings: death and illness, discussion of death and illness, jokes about death and illness, brain tumour, I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed anything

a/n: here’s part two guys !! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but I’ve just been so busy and tumblr’s been an absolute bitch by not letting me upload smh. if you enjoy this fic, make sure to check out the other fics in the Summertime Sadness booth, and the other booths on the Bangtan Boardwalk! a huge thank you to @silverlightprincess for proofreading this massive fic, I love you so damn much, and thank you so much to @brinnalaine and @strxwberri-milk for giving me such lovely feedback on the first part, I really appreciate it xx

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I wake up to the sound of knocking, followed by Jimin’s voice; ‘y/n?’ ‘Come in,’ I call groggily, throat dry and voice thick with sleep, and I blink in the light that streams in when Jimin opens the door. ‘Morning!’ he says cheerfully as I rub at my eyes, forcing myself to sit up in bed. He throws up the curtains, and I squint, my eyes stinging from how bright it is. ‘Do you mind?’ I ask tiredly, the boy sitting down on the end of the bed. ‘Well, you have been asleep for 9 hours. I would’ve thought that’s plenty of time,’ he says mildly, and the words don’t register for a few moments.

‘9? It’s already 11? I thought we were getting an early start on the road trip today!’ I demand, and he grins. ‘Well, that was the plan, but the plan didn’t take into consideration that the boys would all be so enthusiastic about helping us tick off the list. So we’re gonna go on the road trip tomorrow instead,’ he says, and I blink at him for a few moments. ‘How are we gonna get everything done?’ I ask, and he waves my concerns off. ‘Don’t worry about it. Just leave it to me, y/n, I’ve got it all planned out,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘That’s what I’m worried about.’

‘Stop being so negative and get your ass up because we’ve got a bucket list to tick off!’ he says excitedly, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of bed. ‘Hold on, hold on. Let me go to the toilet, and wash my face before we go downstairs. I look a mess,’ I say, rubbing my eyes and yawning as I shuffle towards the bathroom. ‘You don’t. You’re a vision of beauty,’ he calls after me, and I roll my eyes, shutting the door as I say, ‘suck-up.’

Once I’ve done a wee and washed my face (I completely forgot about the tattoos until I saw the one on my finger whilst washing my hands – I thought it was a bug at first before I realised, and I had to quickly move my hand away from the water before I washed away the wrapping that JK put on last night), I venture back into the bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed with his phone in his hand. He jumps up with a grin, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him, all the way downstairs and into the kitchen. Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi are sat around the island, sipping from Starbucks cups, and Coco and Tan are both lying in Tan’s huge bed, chewing on dog toys. ‘Morning,’ the boys chorus when they see me. ‘Morning. Isn’t it a betrayal to Yoongi for you to be getting drinks from Starbucks?’ I ask, all of them laughing as Tae holds out a cup to me. ‘He prefers Starbucks himself. This one’s for you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘How did you know I like caramel frappes?’ I ask, and the three of them look to Jimin. ‘I did some insta highlights stalking, and saw that you had one of these on a date with Nayeon a few months ago,’ he says shamelessly, and my eyes widen. ‘That is so weird.’ ‘Not as weird as you going on a date with Nayeon,’ he says with a shrug, and I shoot him a look. ‘Why is that weird?’ ‘As far as I remember, she’s straight. Unless Jungkook put her off boys,’ Jimin says, everyone laughing as Jungkook gives him a dirty look. ‘She is straight. It’s just a thing girls say, I guess. You can go on dates with your friends too,’ I explain as I take the empty seat beside Hobi.

‘How is Nayeon, y/n? I haven’t seen her since school ended. I haven’t seen any of the girls, now that I think about it,’ Taehyung asks, and I smile at the thought of them. ‘She’s good – they all are. Nayeon’s writing – she actually got a book deal a few months ago and had her first book published. It’s really good,’ I say, the boys all nodding. ‘We all read it and we loved it. She’s a good writer,’ Hobi says, and I can’t help but notice that Jungkook’s awfully quiet.

‘Why don’t you guys set up some kind of reunion with the girls? They’d like to see you again,’ I say, and they all exchange a look. ‘I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing them soon anyway. At your funeral,’ Jimin says, and then it just hits me all over again. I’m dying. I’m really dying. The next time all of my high school friends see each other again will be once I’m dead.

My eyes instantly fill with tears, and I can see the panic in Jimin’s face. ‘Sorry, y/n, I shouldn’t have s-’ ‘No, don’t apologise. It’s easy to forget that I’m dying, and then it hurts when it hits me again. But it’s not your fault, don’t apologise,’ I say, sniffling, as Hobi puts an arm around me. ‘y/n, you’re breaking my heart,’ Jungkook says with a small smile, his eyes shining with tears, and I can’t help but laugh, the others joining in. ‘Right, enough, before Jimin starts crying too,’ Taehyung says, and I look at Jimin with surprise. ‘Don’t tell me you’re a crier too,’ I say, Jimin looking a little embarrassed. ‘It used to be really easy to make me cry, but Jungkook’s worse than me these days,’ he says, Jungkook sticking his tongue out at him.

‘Okay, what are we doing first?’ I ask, and Tae jumps up with a grin. He goes to the fridge (I’m pretty sure it’s a smart fridge, which is so boujee – I always wanted a smart fridge) and gets out a tray covered with a tea towel. He puts the tray down on the marble island in front of me and pulls the tea towel away with a flourish, revealing a load of different ingredients. Sugar, flour, vanilla, milk, butter, cream, condensed milk and chocolate chips. ‘Are we baking?’ I ask, trying to remember if I put any baking on the list. ‘Nope. We’re making cookie dough ice cream!’ Taehyung announces, and I gasp excitedly. ‘Cookie dough ice cream’s my favourite!’ I exclaim, and they all look to Jimin before Jungkook says, ‘we know.’ ‘Listen, if I hadn’t have done any insta stalking, you wouldn’t be having your favourite drink or your favourite ice cream, so don’t give me that look!’

‘Anyway, I found the recipe on Tasty, and there’s a video with it, so we should just copy that because none of us are good at cooking,’ Tae says, and I hold back a laugh. ‘Not one of you?’ I ask, all of them shaking their heads. ‘Jin and Yoongi are the best, but they’re at work. Just be thankful Namjoon isn’t here – he’d probably find a way to set something on fire,’ Hobi says dryly, and I can’t say I’m surprised – I remember when our Spanish teacher booked us into the school kitchen to cook some Spanish dishes. Let’s just say, we had to use the fire extinguisher in Namjoon’s area. Twice.

We decide as a group that I’ll take the lead on the cooking (though it’s hardly cooking – no heat is involved at all) and Jimin will be my sous chef (Tae puts up a fight, but Jimin points out that he’s my ‘fabulously beautiful assistant’ so he gets to be the sous chef by default). We start by weighing out butter and sugar into a bowl, and getting Jungkook to cream them together (Tae doesn’t have an electric mixer and Jungkook’s stronger than the rest of us so he’s the obvious choice). Then we add milk and vanilla extract, Jungkook mixing that in as well, before we get him to mix in the flour, and then the chocolate chips too. Then Jimin scoops out the cookie dough with a spoon and I shape them into tiny little balls before laying them out on a tray. And then we put them in the freezer, where they need to stay for an hour.

‘What can we do for an hour?’ Hobi asks, Jimin having a look at the list whilst sipping on his drink – he obviously didn’t realise we’d have an hour in the middle of making the ice cream. ‘Ooh, we can cloud watch,’ he says excitedly, and I turn to look out of the kitchen window. The sky’s a beautiful blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and a soft breeze ruffles the leaves on the trees. ‘Okay, let me get changed before we go outside,’ I say, heading towards the stairs, and Jimin grabs my arm. ‘Today can be your pyjama day!’ he exclaims, and I sigh, wondering why I put that on the list. ‘At least let me put a bra and socks on. And if I have to wear pyjamas, you all do too,’ I say with a grin, and the other boys looking reluctant but Jimin nods, obviously not one to back down. ‘Fine,’ he grins, ‘we will.’

‘That one looks like a dinosaur.’ ‘That one’s like a duck.’ ‘Don’t you think that one looks like a heart?’ ‘Yeah, it does. And that one looks like a plane.’ ‘Which one?’ ‘That little one, by the duck.’ ‘That’s not a plane-shaped cloud, Taehyung, that’s an actual plane.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes, I’m sure. You need to start wearing your glasses again.’ ‘That one looks like Jimin.’ ‘I swear to God, can you stop saying all the ugly ones look like me?’

‘What are you idiots doing?’ Yoongi’s voice comes from behind us, and we all sit up, turning to look at him. ‘Cloud watching. It’s on y/n’s list,’ Jimin says, Yoongi nodding, before he frowns. ‘Why are you all in pyjamas?’ ‘Pyjama day. That’s on y/n’s list too. You gotta go put on some pyjamas,’ Jungkook says, Yoongi sighing as turns to go back into the house. ‘Aren’t you in the studio tonight, Yoongi?’ Hobi calls after him, the other boy not bothering to turn around, just shouting, ‘I took the day off!’

When I came back downstairs from putting my bra and some socks on, Taehyung was sat in the kitchen with the dogs, in his pyjamas (a stripy dark blue and white, shirt and trousers set with that alien-heart cartoon character on it – he literally looks adorable). I asked him where the others were and he said they’d gone to their house to get their pyjamas – they’d slept over last night but in their day clothes, and went back home this morning to get changed (boys are weird – I could never sleep in my day clothes). Then the other boys arrived, the three of them in matching pyjamas to Taehyung’s (Jungkook’s in pink and white with a little pink bunny cartoon character on it, Hobi’s in baby blue and white with a purple and blue horse cartoon character on it, and Jimin’s in a slightly darker blue and white with a yellow dog cartoon character on it). Apparently, the seven of them have these matching pyjamas but different characters, all of them from this cartoon thing they’ve been watching since they were kids called BT21 (when I told them I’d never heard of it, I was told I’m tasteless and uncultured).

Now, we’re laid out on a load of picnic blankets, looking up at the clouds and picking out shapes (that aren’t really there, but I don’t mind). The air’s deliciously warm, the sun beating down, making up for the slight breeze that rushes past every few minutes. The sky’s a vibrant blue and the clouds are all white and fluffy, not one grey cloud in sight. The leaves on the trees that line that garden are rich and dark, the flowers bright and facing up to the sun. The soft music that plays from Tae’s speaker is only disrupted by the singing of birds, and I can’t even find it in me to get annoyed by their chirping like I always do. Summer was never my favourite season, but it’s moments like these that make me feel like if life was an eternal summer, I would have no complaints.

‘Has it been an hour yet?’ Jungkook asks, Hobi checking his watch. ‘Um, yeah, it has actually. An hour and twenty-two minutes,’ he says sheepishly. ‘Hobi, you were supposed to keep an eye on the time!’ Tae exclaims as we all get up, slipping our shoes on from where they’re all lying around the picnic blankets. Tae practically sprints up to the house, the rest of us following slowly behind, and he has the condensed milk and cream out ready for us when we get in.

Jimin and I measure them out into a bowl, and we get Jungkook to whip it up until it thickens into soft peaks (as the recipe says) before we mix in the frozen cookie dough balls. We spoon the mixture out into a glass tray and put it into the freezer. And that’s our ice cream done. ‘I should put chef on my CV now,’ Jimin says, leaning back against the counter and wiping his forehead of sweat that isn’t there. ‘Are you kidding me? I’m the one that did all the actual work! You two just measured everything out!’ Jungkook exclaims incredulously, and Jimin puts a hand on his chest as though he’s offended. ‘The measuring out is the hardest part! Do you know how difficult it is to be precise?’ he asks defensively, Jungkook rolling his eyes as Jimin shoots me a grin.

‘Okay, now that the ice cream’s done, what next?’ I ask, Jimin looking thoughtful for a moment before he smiles mischievously. ‘I know.’ ‘Oh, God,’ I say, Jimin pretending to look hurt again. ‘What do you mean, ‘Oh, God’? I hope you’re not saying that about my idea,’ he says, eyes sparkling, and I side-eye him. ‘That’s exactly what I’m saying it about.’ ‘Well, I was going to suggest that we go and sit back outside and relax after all that cooking, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine,’ he says, Jungkook looking like he wants to punch him.

‘Don’t we need to get on with the list?’ I ask, and Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘It’s been just over a day – 25 hours to be precise – meaning I have two days and 23 hours left, which is plenty of time. We’ve already ticked eight things off, and are in the process of ticking two more off. And anyway, stop worrying your pretty little head about the list. That’s for me to worry about, not you,’ he says, holding an arm out to me which I take, and I let him lead me back out into the garden. ‘Have some faith in me, y/n,’ he says gently, looking at me with warm eyes, ‘I won’t disappoint you. I’ll give you the summer you deserve.’

‘y/n? y/nie? y/n, wake up,’ Jimin’s gentle voice breaks through my slumber, and I blink in the bright sunlight. ‘Ooh, she’s up,’ Jimin says lightly, grinning down at me, and I blink again, rubbing my eyes and sitting up, Coco and Tan both fast asleep beside me. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ I ask, voice slightly deeper from sleep, and Jimin grins. ‘About an hour and a half. Tae was speaking to you for, like, a minute, before he realised you were asleep. But it’s fine. I’ve been setting up the next thing on the list,’ he says, eyes sparkling, making me eye him suspiciously. ‘I hate that you do that face every time I tell you I’ve got the next thing set up. Can’t you just trust me?’ he grins, holding a hand out to me and I take it, letting him pull me up.

‘Leave the blanket, I’ll sort it out afterwards. The others are waiting for us,’ he says, pulling me up towards the house and I hold back a laugh. ‘Why aren’t they at work?’ I ask, Jimin laughing. ‘Hobi sent out a mass text to all our students to say that all dance classes would be cancelled for today, and all my classes would be cancelled for the next few days. Jin had a lecture this morning and he swapped his shift at the restaurant for one tomorrow night instead. Joon and Yoongi both took the day off at the record label. They’re all really into this,’ he laughs, and my heart warms a little. It’s really sweet, how enthusiastic they are about the list, and I really appreciate how much effort they’re all putting in to help.

Jimin leads me through the house and takes a hoodie from the coat-hooks beside the front door, handing it to me. ‘What for? It’s hot,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Just put it on,’ he says, and I shoot him another suspicious look before pulling it over my head. It’s big and warm, black with ‘Good For You’ written on it several times in different colours, the toggles a bright orange. And then he hands me a pair of gloves. ‘Wha- are we going to a snow dome or something? What the hell?’ I ask, holding back laughter as I pull them on. ‘Jungkook gave you the tattoo aftercare speech, right?’ he asks, and I narrow my eyes at him. ‘So you know you can’t get water on them,’ he says with a mischievous grin, and before I can even register his words, he’s yanking the door open and pushing me out of it.

As soon as I step onto the concrete slabs of Tae and Joon’s front doorstep, a water balloon explodes at my feet. It’s a fat one, too, and the water covers me, leaving me drenched. I blink a few times before looking up to see the other six boys (in their matching pyjamas) stood dotted around the garden, all of them with water guns and a small bucket full of water balloons, grinning stupidly. I wipe my face, the gloves coming in handy with soaking all the water up before I hear Jimin shutting the door behind me. When I turn to look at him, he’s got two guns in his hands, and he hands me one. And it isn’t just any old water gun – it’s a proper super soaker. ‘Every man for himself. We go until we’ve all run out of water,’ Jimin says slowly as he moves away from me so that we’re all stood in a circle, equal distance between each of us. ‘Ready.’ I feel myself tense a little, excitement filling me as I grin. ‘Set.’ I hold the gun up, ready to aim. ‘Go!’

The second he says the word, I feel water hit me from all directions, before I can even shoot anyone, and I let out a shriek. ‘You can’t all go for me!’ I shout, laughter echoing around me. The water fight properly begins, everyone turning on the people next to them, and I take the moment that they’re all using their water guns to grab a water balloon from the bucket at my feet. I hurl it at Jimin, bursting into laughter when it explodes at his feet, covering him in water. That seems to remind them all that they have water balloons and they all begin throwing them too.

Laughter fills the air as we soak each other, tossing water balloons and shooting streams of water with our super soakers. We run around the sopping wet grass and the splash through the colourful chalk stained puddles on the driveway to avoid each other, all of us slipping and sliding several times, and I actually double over in laughter when Namjoon falls to the floor after running to try and avoid a water balloon from Yoongi, the water balloon exploding in his face and making him blink several times.

Jimin drops his gun at one point, and Jungkook slides across the floor action-movie style, scooping it up before soaking Jimin with a gun in each hand. Jimin jumps onto his back in an attempt to grab his gun back, before giving up, opting to burst a water balloon over Jungkook’s head instead.

Jin runs out of water in his gun first, shouting out when he does, and Taehyung and Hoseok take the opportunity to drench him with their guns. All Jin can do is run, unable to defend himself, and they chase him. Until their guns run out too, and they’re all throwing water balloons instead.

It seems they’ve all forgotten about me (or are deciding not to target me), and I use it to my advantage, managing to spray them all with water and throw water balloons at them without any of them realising it’s me, too preoccupied with each other. Until Jimin notices, pointing me out to Jungkook, and he comes charging towards me, Jimin still on his back, and I scream before sprinting away, laughing when I feel the water from his guns hit me.

Soon, we all run out of water in our guns, and just throw water balloons at each other instead. It’s hilarious when the balloons explode in our hands, soaking us before we can even throw them at anyone else, and we all burst into laughter several times, waiting until we get our breath back to resume the fight. By far the funniest moment is when Taehyung and Yoongi both throw water balloons at Jungkook at the same time, and they hit either side of his head, the boy blinking in shock, his face dripping with water as we all literally howl with laughter. The neighbours are watching us through their windows, but none of us care; we’re having the time of our lives, every single one of us drenched.

But the fun ends when a water balloon hits me in the head, and it really hurts, searing pain shooting through my head. I go dizzy, losing my footing, and I trip to floor. The laughter stops abruptly, and I try to get myself back up, vision blurry, before I feel a pair of hands on my waist. ‘y/n, stop, just sit down,’ Jimin says soothingly, helping me to sit on the soaking wet grass. I put my head in my hands, keeping my eyes closed until I feel the dizziness ebb away. ‘I told you guys not to aim for her head!’ Jimin says angrily, but I shake my head, blinking as I move my hands from my face. ‘It’s fine, Jimin, it was an accident,’ I say quietly, the boy nodding as he looks at me with concern.

He really looks… gorgeous. His wet blond hair is slicked back, water droplets dripping from his tan skin, and his pyjamas are clinging to his body, the top a little see-through, the lines of his muscles faint through the material. ‘You okay?’ he asks, and I nod, blinking as I try to shake off the thirsty thoughts. If I can ogle him, then I’m fine. ‘You sure?’ ‘I’m okay, honestly. It just… took me by surprise. I’m completely fine now,’ I say with a little force, and he nods, still looking slightly concerned. ‘Right, I think we should stop now then,’ Taehyung says, the boys all nodding sombrely, and I just want to cry. We were having so much fun – I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much – and I fucking ruined it with my stupid tumour.

My eyes fill with tears, and Jimin notices instantly. ‘y/n, if it hurts, we can take you to the hosp-’ ‘It doesn’t. It doesn’t hurt. I’m just annoyed,’ I say sullenly, and he seems to understand, looking a little amused. ‘Don’t sulk. We were nearly finished with the water balloons anyway,’ he says, and I nod, but I still feel angry with myself. ‘How about… y/n oversees you guys cleaning up whilst I get us some ice cream?’ Taehyung says with a grin, not waiting to hear the boys’ protests about having to clean up before darting up to the house. They all start grumbling, and I hold back laughter as I watch them trudge around the garden, picking up all the rubber bits of the water balloons.

‘y/n,’ Jungkook hisses, and I turn to look at him, biting back a laugh when he puts a finger to his lips, an unburst water balloon in his hand. He motions at Jimin, who’s crouched down, collecting up rubbish, before he throws it, the balloon landing square on his left ass cheek. He lets out a loud shriek of pain, and I burst into laughter, actual tears coming to my eyes as he chases Jungkook around the garden, until he trips on a water gun, falling to the floor with a thud. I laugh even harder, the other boys watching with amusement as Jungkook goes to help him up. And then he trips on Jimin’s foot, falling and landing on top of the other boy, and now I’m laughing so hard that no noise is coming out, tears streaming down my face as Jimin and Jungkook shout at each other, the boys all laughing too.

When Taehyung comes out with a tray in his hands, we’ve all calmed down, though I can’t help but let out giggles every now and then when the moment replays in my head. Taehyung hands out bowls of ice cream, giving me the one with the most in it, and we sit in a circle on the wet grass as we eat, silent save for a few appreciative noises. The ice cream’s really good – it tastes the same as the ice cream you get from those parlours at the seaside, like actual scoops of summer, and I’m happy again, my annoyance from earlier completely gone, though there’s a slight ache in my head where the balloon hit me.

‘What now?’ Jungkook asks once we’ve all finished, and all of us look to Jimin. ‘Um… we’ve got a couple hours to kill. Well, y/n has. I’ve got to set the next thing up,’ he says, looking at me, and I sigh. ‘I think I might have another nap. I think it’s the tumour or something, because I’ve been so tired all the time the past couple months,’ I say, deciding not to say that I want to sleep off my headache – I don’t want any of them to feel guilty. ‘Well, that works out perfectly. Off you go, then,’ Jimin says, pulling me up from the floor, and leading me to the front door, making me laugh at his hastiness.

‘If you wake up and none of us are here, just text or call me,’ he says as we reach the door, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I don’t have your number.’ ‘You do, actually. I left it on a slip of paper in your phone case, in case you woke up and none of us were home, whilst you were in the garden. We had to go and get some supplies for the water fight,’ he says, and I stare at him incredulously. ‘You left me alone fast asleep in Taehyung’s back garden?’ I demand, and he opens his mouth to speak before stopping. ‘Okay, I just realised that that probably wasn’t a good idea. But nothing happened, so let’s not get annoyed,’ he says, and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh. ‘What if something had happened to me?’ I challenge, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘As I said yesterday, you’re going to die anyway,’ he says carefully, sounding tentative, and when I let out a strangled laugh, surprised at the suddenness of his words, he relaxes, laughing along with me. ‘Right, go, upstairs to bed,’ he says, pulling the door open and pushing me in, ‘I’ve got work to do, woman.’

‘Okay, are you ready to go?’ Jimin asks, and I nod, slipping my shoes on and trying not to step on Yeontan in the process. I slept for a couple hours and then I just sat in bed, scrolling through tiktok for a while, until Jimin burst into my room with Coco and Tan (they’re inseparable, already the best of friends – maybe I will ask Tae to adopt Coco for me). He had some chicken nuggets and fries for me from McDonalds, and said that I’d have to eat them in the car, because we had somewhere to go. He was still in his (now dry) pyjamas, so he said I had to wear mine too – I hope to god he’s not taking me somewhere public. I’ll feel like an idiot walking around in my satin Victoria’s Secret pyjamas.

Now, we’re stood at the front door, shoes on and a big bag in Jimin’s hand – my curiosity has been piqued, but he won’t let me see what’s inside it, its contents hidden beneath the big fluffy blanket he’s just about managed to fit in. ‘I’m ready,’ I reply, and he looks up from the door to me, eyes sparkling with amusement before he says, ‘I wasn’t speaking to you, I was speaking to the dogs.’ I shove him gently, ignoring his low chuckles as I pull the front door open, sticking out a leg to hold the dogs back. I reach down to lift up Tan, leaving my own bigger dog for Jimin to lift up, holding back a laugh when he sticks his tongue out at me. We head towards his car, the dogs jumping into the back, and I get into the passenger seat as Jimin puts the bag into the boot. When he climbs in beside me, he hands me his phone. ‘The passcode’s 131095. Can you put on a Spotify playlist?’ His phone automatically connects to car when he starts it up, and I put in the passcode, opening his Spotify. ‘Which playlist?’ ‘The one named ’21 Things To Do This Summer’. Duh,’ he says with a grin as he reverses out of Tae’s drive, and I let out a little laugh, endeared that he’s made us a playlist. I click shuffle play, the soft piano notes and low trap beat of Mabel’s ‘Finders Keepers’ floating out from the speakers as Jimin rolls down the windows, the cool air seeping into the warmth inside the car. ‘Okay, so… why is this song in the playlist?’ I ask, curious, and he grins as he reverses out of Tae and Joon’s drive. I try to stop myself from getting flustered about him putting his hand on the back of my seat as he looks behind him – it’s so hot when guys do that, and it’s even hotter when the guy is as hot as Jimin. ‘It’s not really that relevant to our situation but it’s a good song to drive to – easy, chill… just nice. Oh, and one of the lyrics is ‘make use of the timing’, and that’s what we’re doing.’ ‘You make it sound like we decided to make use of the timing.’ ‘We did.’ ‘No. You did. If it were up to me, I’d probably be at home, crying and cuddling Coco.’ ‘So, in that case… I guess you should thank me,’ he says with an amused grin, eyes ahead of him on the road, and I roll my eyes, holding back a smile. ‘Thank you,’ I say with a grin, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘You’re more than welcome.’

We fall into a comfortable silence as Jimin drives, my eyes flitting around our surroundings, Jimin gently singing along to the music as I eat my McDonalds. We’re driving through a residential area and it’s so interesting to look at each house. We pass a young couple sat on their front garden, playing with a toddler who runs around the grass on chubby little legs, and an elderly woman knitting on her porch, a serene smile on her face. We pass a man cutting the grass in nothing but shorts (even his feet are bare, which I find kinda disturbing), and a big group of people, kids, adults and elderly, having a barbecue, laughter and music filling the air around them, the smoky smell of the cooking meat floating through the open window and making my mouth water for more flavoursome food than McDonalds. There’s a group of teens on skateboards and scooters racing down the wide pavement, their laughter echoing behind them, and two teen girls sat on a picnic blanket, one fast asleep with her head in the other girl’s lap. And it really hits me that everyone has their own lives. For me, my world is falling apart, and Jimin and I are desperately trying to hold it together. For all these other people, their lives are just normal. They’re all with their friends and family, making the most of the nice weather and enjoying the simple things in life. Things that I may never be able to enjoy again.

The song changes to Brockhampton’s ‘Sugar’ as Jimin joins the motorway, and I gasp, instantly singing along as he lets out a gentle laugh, turning up the volume with a small smile. This song is just perfect for a summer evening drive and, even though my death is looming near, I’m inexplicably happy, and at peace. We’re the only people on the motorway, and in this moment, it feels like we’re the only people on Earth. It’s just me and Jimin under the sun.

‘So,’ I begin once the song’s finished, ‘where are we going?’ ‘It’s a surprise,’ he says neutrally – for, like, the fifth time – and I let out a long sigh. ‘Well… is it far away?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘We’re about… ten minutes away. So stop being so impatient. And finish your nuggets,’ he says mildly, and I let out a little huff, pretending to be more annoyed than I am. I do as he says, finishing off my food, and it’s not long before he’s exiting the motorway, turning off the roundabout onto small country roads. ‘Oh God, I hate country roads. I’m gonna be sick if we’re on them for too long.’ ‘What? Seriously?’ he asks, sounding alarmed as he looks over at me with wide eyes, the car nearly swerving into a hedge. ‘Eyes on the road!’ I shriek as he quickly turns the wheel, looking sheepish. ‘The twists and turns make my stomach turn.’ ‘We shouldn’t be on them for much longer – maybe… three minutes,’ he says, speeding up slightly.

The roads are on grassy fields and hills, and it feels like we’re just driving up and down, which doesn’t help my car sickness at all. I try to keep my eyes on the sky, which usually helps, but I’m also curious as to where we’re going so I keep looking around, but all I can see is miles of fields. ‘Where the hell are you taking me?’ I ask, and he laughs as the car slows down, an even smaller road to the right. He turns onto it, making me look at him with wide eyes, and he laughs even more. ’30 seconds, and all will be revealed. Just relax,’ he says, and I nod, still slightly sceptical. I count down the thirty seconds, itching with curiosity as I crane my neck trying to see where we could be going. And then I spot it.

‘Oh, my God,’ I whisper, holding a hand over my mouth, and Jimin grins as he swerves off the road onto the field, driving towards where a grey truck is parked, the other six boys waving at us. But my focus is on the giant sheet stretched out behind them, the two sides of the sheet attached to two long poles, fairy lights hung across the top of the sheet and down the poles. And the word ‘Movie Night’ is projected onto the sheet, making me squeal in excitement. ‘A drive-in movie?’ I shriek, Jimin nodding with a laugh as he pulls up beside the truck. ‘It’s not quite a drive-in movie, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.’ ‘No, no, it’s perfect!,’ I say happily, Jimin grinning, proud of himself. ‘Come on, let’s get out – they’re itching to hear if you like it,’ Jimin says drily, and it makes me laugh when I look up to see the anticipation on all of their faces.

‘This is amazing, guys!’ I exclaim as I climb out of the car, the boys looking relieved to hear it. ‘He might be an idiot, but he has good ideas every now and then,’ Jin says fondly, Jimin sticking his tongue out at him as he opens the back door of his car, the dogs bounding out and chasing each other across the grass. ‘Whose is the truck?’ I ask as I head over to where they’re stood, and they all look to Yoongi. ‘My parents bought her for me when I moved out. She’s a little battered, but she gets the job done. You and Jimin are taking her on your road trip,’ Yoongi says, and I look to Jimin with a raised eyebrow.

‘Are you insured on the truck?’ I ask seriously, the boys all laughing as Jimin nods with a grin. ‘Funnily enough, yes. We needed it to move a lot of equipment when Hobi opened the studio, so I got insured on it, and now Yoongi and I kinda share it,’ Jimin says, Yoongi rolling his eyes. ‘She’s 80% mine, 20% yours,’ he says, all of us laughing. I move closer to the truck, curious to see how they’ve set it up. The cargo bed is full of blankets and snacks, and I spot a projector on the floor, aimed at the white sheet. ‘D’you like it?’ Jimin asks from behind me, big bag in his hand, and I nod, turning to look at him, seeing the other boys watching us over his shoulder. ‘I love it. Thank you,’ I say softly, and he grins. ‘You’re most welcome. Now, would you like to take your seat, madam?’ ‘I would love to, kind Sir,’ I say, mimicking his tone. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ he trails off, hands hovering around my waist, and I realise he’s asking if I mind him lifting me up. ‘Um, no, I don’t mind,’ I reply as calmly as possible, and he nods, strong hands gripping onto my waist. He lifts me up effortlessly and my pyjama top rides up, his fingers touching my bare skin as he puts me down in the cargo bed, before climbing up to join me, my skin still tingling where he touched it.

The others join us then, Yoongi messing with the back of the cargo bed for a few seconds, before it completely comes down, allowing them to just step into the truck. ‘Are you kidding? I didn’t know it did that!’ Jimin exclaims, Yoongi rolling his eyes. ‘How can you claim to share her with me if you didn’t even know she was a drop-side?’ Yoongi asks, Jimin sulking. I’m assuming it would’ve saved him a lot of effort over the years if he’d know that.

I move to sit with my back leaning against the cab, Yoongi and Namjoon squeezing in either side of me, whilst Jungkook climbs up to sit on top of the cab, legs crossed so his feet don’t dangle down onto us. Jimin and Hoseok sprawl out across the bottom of the bed whilst Tae lays a picnic blanket onto the floor, he and Jin sitting atop it with their backs against the truck. Jimin gets the blanket out of his bag before pulling out four buckets of popcorn. ‘Is that actual cinema popcorn?’ I ask and he nods proudly, handing out the buckets. ‘I got some weird looks when I got four buckets and then walked straight back out,’ he says, all of us laughing, the boys already beginning to stuff the popcorn into their mouths as Tan and Coco jump up into the cargo bed to join us.

‘Shall we get a picture?’ I ask, Jimin looking at me with a grin. ‘The boys already took some pictures.’ ‘But I want some with you guys,’ I say, the words coming out a little whiny, and Jimin rolls his eyes with a little grin. ‘Fine, I’ll take it.’ ‘No, you have to be in it.’ ‘So, who’s gonna take it then?’ ‘I… don’t know.’ And another argument breaks out, but I insist that we’re all in it, so Namjoon (with his long arms) holds the camera up and takes a selfie. It takes a few tries to get one with all of us in it, but when we get it, it’s really nice, and I decide it’s going on the front page on the scrapbook.

‘What are we watching?’ I ask as Yoongi types and clicks at his laptop, the screen angled away from me. ‘We’ve got two different choices. There’s Dirty Dancing, and Grown Ups,’ Jin says, and I laugh at how different the two films are. ‘Shall we do a vote or…?’ ‘No, you choose,’ Hoseok says, and I hesitate. I love Dirty Dancing, but… I don’t think I have it in me to watch a romantic film. Grown Ups? It’s perfect. It’s stupid and childish and the humour is so ridiculous; it’s just what I need to get my mind off things. ‘Let’s watch Grown Ups,’ I say, all of them looking at me in shock. Except for Jimin. ‘Seriously?’ Taehyung asks, and I nod, confused. ‘We can watch the other one if you w-’ ‘No, we would’ve voted for Grown Ups. Well, Jungkook would’ve liked Dirty Dancing, but we just thought…’ ‘I’d wanna watch the romantic film?’ I say with a roll of my eyes, Jimin grinning even wider.

‘I hate to say ‘I told you so’ but…’ he says, trailing off, and I look at him in confusion. ‘How did you know?’ ‘Because why would you wanna watch a romantic film when you’ve never been in love and you’re about to die?’ he asks matter-of-factly, voicing my thoughts, and I smile softly at him, nodding. ‘Well. Maybe he isn’t as stupid as we always thought,’ Jungkook jokes, Jimin punching his leg gently. And then Yoongi puts on the film, and I share a bucket of popcorn with Namjoon, and we laugh in all the right places, and the setting sun casts a glow onto us, streaking the sky with beautiful vibrant colours, and all of my sadness disappears. I’m just a girl with her friends watching a movie while the sun sets.

We don’t know which moments in our lives will become memories, and nearly all of our memories were just insignificant moments that became significant. Those memories that you never knew would become memories because, in the moment, everything is so simple and happy and warm and light, but it doesn’t feel like that big of a deal, but it is and life will never be that simple or happy or warm or light again.

This isn’t one of those moments. This is one of those moments when you know you’ll remember it forever. And maybe my forever isn’t that long, but the thought still makes me smile.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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Jungkook Scenario| You are a cover artist and get invited to Seoul to collab with him

“Ah hyung y/n is releasing another song! She just announced it on her twitter its coming out later today. I wonder what it will be this time!” Jungkook was practically bouncing in his seat with excitement, much to the displeasure of his makeup artist who keeps having to redo his eyeshadow every time he moves.

“Ah your girlfriend posted a new song? Is it a cover or a song of her own?”

“It looks like a cov- HEY! She’s not my girlfriend Tae what are you talking about?”

“Jungkook you have such heart eyes for that girl it’s not even funny.” Jimin chimes in.

“Yeah Jungkookie it’s pretty obvious you have the biggest crush on her. Why haven’t you talked to her yet?”

“What am I supposed to say Tae? ‘Oh hey I’ve been listening to your music for a year now and I have the biggest crush on you date me?’”

“I mean you don’t have to be so forward but..”

“Shush! Let me just have my crush in peace okay?” He sighs heavily while looking at your post again. He doesn’t know why he suddenly decides to leave a comment underneath your tweet.

Can’t wait! Is it a cover or an original song? -JK

He’s not expecting an answer back, you get tons of replies on your tweets everyday. So imagine his shock when a notification dings on his phone and he sees that you actually replied back to him. He jumps in the chair again and is scolded by the makeup artist for the 10th time. He blushes in embarrassment.

“Sorry noona.” He offers. He quickly opens up his phone and reads the reply from you.

It’s a cover. A song you should know well :)

“Jimin?”

“Yeah Jungkook?”

“Am I dreaming right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/n actually replied to me. Oh my gosh I am fanboying so hard right now.” Jimin gets up from the couch and peers over his shoulder, reading the reply back from you.

“Ah no you aren’t dreaming. I wonder what she meant by a song you should know well..”

“Maybe it’s one of our songs!”

“Ah you’re probably right. You won’t know until after our concert tonight though.”Jungkook visibly deflates as he sinks down in his chair.

“You’re right. Ugh this sucks.”

“Patience Jungkook. As soon as the show is over you can listen in the car on the way back.”

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The concert is over and Jungkook quickly runs over to his phone and sees that you posted a link to your cover with a message with it.

Hey everyone! Here is a new cover for you. I hope I did the song justice. I feel kind of intimidated covering Euphoria when Jungkook literally sounds like an angel ;~; but I hope you enjoy it!

Jungkook nearly drops his phone again when he sees that you did a cover of his song. He immediately clicks on the link and he hears an acoustic guitar starting off playing the melody, the second he hears those opening lines his heart is absolutely melting. He thinks you sound absolutely beautiful and your voice makes him wonder if angels walk among the earth. He replays it at least 5x on the way back to their dorms.

“Jungkook you should invite her to come to to Seoul and do a song with you.”

“I’m sorry what? Are you crazy? Why would I do that?”

“Because clearly she is a fan of you too, and your voices would sound really good together. Look at all the comments on her new song a lot of our fans and her own are wanting a collab between the two of you.” He scrolls through the comments and realizes that Hoseok is right.

“Should I just DM her or something? How does this work.. I don’t even know what I am doing oh god. Hyung help.” Hoseok laughs before he takes out his phone and messages you from their official account.

Hey, y/n! Your cover of Euphoria was really beautiful. I am pretty sure I have heard it at least 7x now because Jungkook has it on repeat. Anyway he’s way too shy to ask you so I am taking the initiative here to formally ask you to come to Seoul to make a song with him. He’s been a fan of yours for a really long time and he would love the opportunity to sing with you. -Hobi

Hoseok smiles to himself as he sets his phone down,

“Hobi what did you do?” Hoseok says nothing in return, just smirks at the younger. Jungkook opens up their twitter messages and sees what he wrote to you.

“Did you have to expose me like that?!”

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The last thing you were expecting after posting that cover was to be invited to Seoul to collaborate with the man you had idolized since the start of his career. Jungkook was everything you wanted to be and more. He was such a talented vocalist, he could dance, and he had so much love in his heart. Not to mention you had a massive crush on him. You couldn’t help but find his smile endearing, his sense of humor was exactly like yours as well. You screamed into your pillow when you saw the message from Hoseok on your phone. After you allowed yourself some brief moments of fangirling you messaged them back.

I would be honored! I have been a huge fan of you guys for the longest time now. Wow this feels like a dream come true really. When would you want me there?

You wait patiently for a reply, not taking your eyes off your phone until it lights up with a new message.

Hey! It’s Jungkook now. Um honestly if it isn’t too soon we have a break in our schedule in a few days.

Sounds good to me. I’ll see you soon Jungkook! Can’t wait!

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You step off the plane a few days later and spot someone holding a sign with your name on it. You walk over to the person who gestures for you to get into the backseat of a rather expensive car. You aren’t expecting to be met with eye crinkles and a bunny smile when you open the door and it catches you off guard.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to surprise you. I just wanted to get started as soon as possible. I was too anxious to wait.” You can’t help but find him endearing, knowing that he was just as excited to get started as you were made your heart flutter. You told yourself to calm down, that it’s just strictly professional and you needed to get your little crush under control. You sit next to him and offer your hand out and he takes it gladly.

“I guess we should introduce ourselves first though? I’m y/n as you already know. It’s nice to meet you Jungkook. I would love to get started on our song right away.” He’s still holding onto your hand and when you glance at your hands he quickly pulls away, a blush forming on his cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you too y/n. We can drop you off at your hotel so you can unpack and then start working on some lyrics?”

“Sounds good to me.” You two spend the rest of the day, sheets of paper and your guitar sat out on the bed as you both come up with ideas for a melody and lyrics to the song. You glance up at the clock and notice that it’s getting quite late. You stretch and it doesn’t slip past Jungkook’s notice when your shirt rides up slightly exposing your stomach. He quickly looks away, willing his heart to calm down. Meeting you has done nothing but strengthen his crush on you and now he was starting to develop real feelings. You were so kind and nice to him, you made him laugh quite a few times as he did for you. He instantly fell in love with the sound of your laughter and realized he would do anything to keep that smile on your face and that scared him. You probably were seeing this as just a friendly collaboration between artists and nothing more. He doesn’t realize he’s zoned out lost in his thoughts until you are waving your hand in front of his face.

“Jungkook? It’s getting late you should probably head back now.” He glances at the clock and realizes it’s 10 at night.”

“Oh.. shoot you’re right I should get going. Umm.. what time did you want to meet up tomorrow?”

“How about you take me out for breakfast?” He stutters at your words unsure how to take them.

“Y-you want to go out with me tomorrow morning?”

“I mean I’ve never been to Seoul before. I want to explore the city but I have no idea where anything is or where all the cool places are. I would love it if you were my tour guide? We worked for hours today it wouldn’t hurt to take some time off and just have fun now would it?” He stares at you blinking rapidly.

“Unless you don’t want to..”

“No! I mean, I want to. I’d love to take you out.” You smile at that and you both work out the details before he leaves. He rushes home and throws the door open, to find all of the members sitting in the living room waiting for him.

“Ah Jungkook! How did it go?” Jimin jumps off the couch and is immediately walking towards him, eager to hear the details.

“She’s.. amazing. God I think I actually have feelings for her what am I supposed to do. She’s so sweet and funny. And she wants me to take her out tomorrow.”

“Aww Jungkook looks like a love struck teenager look at the blush on his cheeks!” Taehyung teases him and he can’t even be bothered to feel irritated because he’s just so happy that he’s going out with you tomorrow.

“I mean you never know what will happen unless you try right? If things go well tomorrow just be honest and tell her how you feel. She’d be an idiot not to like you too.” Namjoon offers. Jungkook thanks him for the advice and then lays down, he tosses and turns for a while, feeling nervous about tomorrow but also excited. It isn’t until he turns on your cover of Euphoria that he instantly drifts off to sleep.

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The next morning you spend way too long fussing over how you look. You want to make a good impression on Jungkook. You quickly found after spending so much time with him yesterday that your little celebrity crush was developing into something more. He was way cuter in person and his smile sent your heart dropping into your stomach and butterflies fluttering against your rib cage. It worried you. You were uncertain how he felt about you and were afraid if you confessed to him he would just laugh at you. You were mentally scolding yourself for suggesting you two go out this morning, thinking that he probably just saw this as a professional relationship only. You were still scolding yourself when you heard knocking on your hotel room door. You open the door and the sight of him nearly takes your breath away. Even when he’s dressed so casually and has a mask covering half his face he still is breath taking.

“Um.. y/n you.. you look really pretty.” You blush and smile at him.

“Thanks Jungkook. You look pretty handsome yourself you know?” You can see the tips of his ears turning red as you close the door behind you and you both head out into downtown. You eat breakfast together, chatting happily and getting to know each other better. He takes you out sight seeing, and although he would never admit it out loud he spent more time looking at you and your reactions than the sights he was taking you to see. It’s the end of the night and he’s standing outside your hotel room, neither of you wanting to say goodbye yet.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, we can keep working on our song tomorrow. It’s coming along really nicely and I think after today I have some new inspiration for lyrics and a melody. I had a really great time Jungkook. Thank you.” You reach out and squeeze his hand before opening your door.

“Goodnight.” The second the door shuts he is snapped out of his daze. Before he can stop himself he knocks on you door. You open it and look at him, confusion on your face.

“Is everything okay Jungkook?”

“I just wanted to ask you something. Just so we’re both on the same page. Was today a date, or just me being a good host and showing you around Seoul? ” You furrow your brows as you think how to answer him, not wanting to give away your feelings.

“Did you want it to be a date?” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, unable to meet your eyes.

“I mean.. Um.. Gosh this is going to make things so awkward if you don’t feel the same way.” He’s mumbling and you are barely able to make out what he says. You can tell he’s nervous so you decide to swallow your fears and just be honest with him.

“I mean I was kind of hoping you saw it that way.” His eyes snap up and his gaze meet your own. “I kind of have had a crush on you for a while.. but after meeting you I think it’s developed into something more.” He doesn’t say anything, he’s too shocked to. He never would have expected you felt the same way that he did.

“Can you say something please? I’m worried that this was just one sided and I just made an idiot of myself.” He doesn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence comes from. But he reaches out and places his finger underneath your chin to turn your gaze up to look at him. He doesn’t hesitate before he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I like you too. I have for a while now too. I thought it was just some innocent celebrity crush, but after getting to know you I would really be an idiot for letting a chance with you go.” You smile as your mind is finally set at ease.

“Well I guess we better make the most of my time here in Seoul while we can then huh?”

“Let’s finish the song tomorrow, then we can just spend the rest of the time going out together.” You nod and kiss him again, this time letting your lips linger for a little bit longer.

“That sounds perfect.”

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duck-tan · 4 years ago

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Ult Group Tag

Thank you lovely @yoongispatience for tagging🥰💜

00. Who is your ult group?

BTS! I do follow other groups like stray kids, mamamoo, txt etc. but bangtan is my ult.

01. Who was your first bias?

Jungkookie

02. Who is your bias now?

Namjoon (im an unloyal hoe) & ot7

In my defense, this may happen when you stan the biggest namjoon stan himself.

03. What was the first MV you watched by them?

Fire!

04. What’s your favourite MV?

This is a tough one. I love spring day, save me, not today, just one day, black swan, ON, stay gold, run, i need u, dope, young forever, euphoria...the list is never ending.

But if i were to choose one, it'd be fake love.

05. If you could only listen to one of their songs for the rest of your life, which would it be?

This is so unfair :(

I think tomorrow. Its already been in my top 5 on spotify for 3 years, the song has helped me through so much. But let me just say I cant live without blue & grey either and i NEED some songs to bop to wtf

06. Who would you want to see them collab with?

This feels like one of those american interviews lmao i don't have any artist in mind i want to see them collab with

07. What (MV) concept do you want to see them do?

Well, I mean something related to the BU maybe? I remember getting the sudden urge to know what the hell is going on with the storyline but then my brain cell gets exhausted rip

08. Have you ever had a dream with any of the members in it?

Yes! Most of them are just absurd. The most recent one was: i boarded a plane and coincidentally the boys were there too. When they saw me, they got really mad. I tried explaining it was just a mere coincidence but they weren't having any of it. Then Jimin got up from his seat and threw me out of the plane mid air. This woke me up lol

09. If you could spend a day with one member, who would it be and what would you do?

My life is already hard why u making it harder

I really vibe with their chaotic energy on run so if i were a useful person (yknow chef, coach, gamer, some professional, celebrity etc) i would love to feature on the show with the entire group.

But since I'm not and i need to pick one, I would love to go namjooning with joon. Seriously just imagine cycling along the river and listening to his sexy brain thoughts. Visiting parks, gardens, museums, antique stores, book shops with him...damn thats wild to even imagine.

10. Which member do you think you would get along with best?

Probably Jungkook. The guys a living meme and i feel his crack energy will sustain me.

11. Which member do you think you would argue with?

By argue, I hope you mean mindless jabber because I can't argue with them seriously without crying like a bitch

Again, I'll go with JK or maybe Jimin or Jin. I love bickering and squabbles which make absolutely no sense. Seeing them on run i feel they would be perfect for it, featuring some whining and pettiness.

12. If you had to let one member scroll through your tumblr, who would it be?

Um well taehyung maybe? Most of the time its just me yelling how ethereal he is and i have a feeling he knows that.

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it!!

#tag games #ult group tag #bts tag games #bts

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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Lost In The Crowd ~ Jeon Jungkook

As soon as the plane landed you could feel the flashes of the cameras, prying eyes of fans and paparazzi huddled to land that one dream shot. Landing back in South Korea meant one thing.

Pandemonium.

It was something you could never truly get used to, the loud chants from the Army who stood and waited to greet the boys upon their arrival. Jungkook looked across at you, resting his hand over yours. His hand rested over yours, twirling the ring on your index finger. You glanced across at him, your smile telling one story, your eyes another.

“You alright?” He asked, feathering a kiss to the side of your face. You nodded, forcing your smile to widen. Behind the façade Jungkook could see the panic in your eyes. “Don’t worry about the terminal, I’ll look after you.”

You had never felt as protected as you did when you were around Jungkook. You were his first love, and he wanted to keep you safe from all the evil in this world. He would make sure to text you every day and make sure you were alright, he’d constantly surprise you with little gifts to make you feel loved and loved to create pieces of artwork dedicated to you, his muse.

“When we get off the plane, I don’t want you to leave my sight. Keep a hold of my hand, don’t let it go, that way nothing can hurt you.” You nodded, listening carefully to his instructions. Despite the security that watched their every step, the boys, and you, often found yourselves stuck in amongst the commotion.

The plane came to a stop, everyone groaning as you thudded back to the ground, Jimin the first to stand up and stretch his legs. “We’re home!” He shouted, clapping his hands together. He pushed his sunglasses up his head, admiring the view of Seoul he had out of the cabin window.

Jungkook stood up next, pulling you up with him. It took a moment for your legs to wake up having been draped across Jungkook’s lap for several hours. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, sensing you were a little off balance “don’t let go,” he whispered, lacing your fingers together. Your hands were cold after the evening flight you’d taken from California, despite Jungkook’s best efforts to keep them warm.

“I won’t let go.”

“Come on lovebirds, let’s get back.” Namjoon guided you all off the plane, placing a hand on the small of your back, the warm weather hitting you hard. You allowed your jacket to hang loosely down your arms, steadying yourself on the handrail to walk down the steps. Each step was another deep breath you talk, focusing hard on your breathing making it as steady as you could.

The transition from the plane to the airport was peaceful, the last bit of peace you’d get for a while. You continued to take deep breaths to compose yourself, feeling Jungkook’s hand squeeze yours to calm you down. There was a calm silence amongst the group whilst everyone prepared themselves.

Sunglasses covered fatigued eyes. Hoods went up. Face masks were put on.

You tied your hair up, placing your rucksack over both your shoulders, zipping your jacket up. The shuttle bus opened, and the noise hit. Chants of BTS rang through, there were army bombs all over the airport, frustrated passengers trying to push through to get to where they needed to be.

“Ready?” Jungkook whispered into your ear as you headed towards the exit. You tried to smile, but the truth was you were terrified. “Don’t let go,” he reminded you. No matter how many times he said himself he knew he still always ran the risk of something happening to you.

“Please just don’t let go of me Kookie.” He stopped, placing you directly in front of him. His hands came up to brush against your cheeks, tickling the loose strands of hair that didn’t tie up. “I know your fans are lovely, but it’s so scary being that close to them, I never know what they’ll do.”

He listened, and he understood. The other members always kept an eye out for you too under Jungkook’s strict instructions. As much as you were Jungkook’s girlfriend, you were also best friend to six other boys.

“Jagi, once we get out of the airport things will be absolutely fine, I bet the crowds won’t even be too bad, we’ve only been gone for a couple of weeks, they’ve barely had time to miss us.”

“Yeah, I just-“

“-I know, it’s hard and it’s scary. You’ve done so well up until this point, keep focussing on your breathing. I’m proud of you for choosing to do this, it shows how brave you are, and most importantly how much I mean to you to do this.”

“Just promise me, if something happens, next time I can fly home by myself.” Jungkook nodded, pulling you firmly into his chest for a quick hug.

“I promise. Just try not to listen to it all, that’s the best way to handle it all, pretend there is no one around.”

“B-but the noise…the noise is so loud.” Jungkook grabbed the straps of your jacket, tightening the hood around your head. You found yourself trapped in your own little bubble, the only sound you could hear was that of your own breathing, giggling as he tried to find your eyes in the small gap he’d left.

You took a deep breath, allowing Jungkook to guide you out. The crowd was immense, it seemed impossible to pass them. Security cleared a path for you all, Namjoon taking the lead as usual, guiding the maknae through with him.

Your head stayed down, looking at the floor, making sure you kept one foot in front of the other. You recognised a few murmurs of your name, a few of the usual Bangtan chants, a few shrieks of the ship name the fans had given you and Jungkook.

As you got closer to the middle of the group you felt your chest begin to tighten, breathing suddenly became a chore, your body clenching trying to stay upright. It came from nowhere, a wave of panic overwhelming you. You desperately tried to keep a hold of Jungkook, but as your hands grew clammy with anxiousness his hand slowly slipped away.

Your fingers clasped desperately, but it was no good as you felt yourself stumble back, Jungkook moving forwards. You tried to shout, but your voice was drowned out by the hundreds that surrounded you, your body falling back into the crowd.

Your light grip on his hand still lingered on his delicate skin as he fought his way to the exit. He spun around to make sure you were doing alright, but instead was greeted with an empty space. His eyes darted left and right, around the boys, but you were nowhere to be seen.

His own breathing rose in fear. He knew how big the airport was, how worried you’d been moments before, dreading the thought of him ever losing sight of you. “Y/N!” He shouted in the hope you’d hear, but instead he received the response he feared, silence.

Meanwhile you tried desperately to push your anxious thoughts to one side, your eyes tried to focus on a clear pathway to escape the limbs that reached out for the chance to just touch the skin of Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend.

Usually the fans were the sweetest, and you always had time to stop for photos and say hello, but this was different, you were struggling, fighting hard for every nervy breath you took. Your eyes continued to be blinded by the flashes of cameras, you could picture the headlines in the paper’s tomorrow morning, let alone the social media posts being uploaded.

“Boys,” Jungkook shouted, gathering them all up. They all looked across, walking over to him, seeing his panicked expression. Taehyung was the first to notice, looking down at both Jungkook’s hands, neither holding onto you. “I’ve lost Y/N.”

All eyes scanned the airport desperate for any sight of you, there was a slim chance you’d managed to find your way out somehow, but they knew the more likely option.

“We can’t all push back in there,” Namjoon spoke, taking charge as he so often did, “JK will go back, with at least two security guards and find her. We will stay here in case she appears, there is no point us all going searching, we don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Namjoon then grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders, shaking him back to reality. “We will find her Jungkook, she will be leaving the airport with us no matter how long it takes, don’t worry.” Jungkook nodded, Namjoon bringing his eyes to look up at directly into his. “Stay calm.”

“I will.” Yoongi had already grabbed two security guards to take him back into the crowd, easily pushing the screaming fans aside in their search for you.

You couldn’t move for bodies around you, kneeling to calm yourself. Jungkook’s words rang through you, you had to focus on your breathing, it would make everything better.

His eyes didn’t miss anything, looking out for you. He remembered exactly how you had your hair, the clothing you wore, how natural your makeup looked for the long-haul flight. His ears focused on the increase in noise coming just from beside him. It was hard to see in amongst all the fans, but he wasn’t going to risk walking past the commotion.

He stepped closer, noticing a figure doubled over, panting for breath. Your figure.

“Y/N!” He pushed through without a care, bending down to peer through the gap of the hoodie at you. “Oh, thank goodness,” he whispered, pulling you up into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I can’t believe I managed to let you go, you must have been so scared. Please forgive me, I can’t apologise enough.”

“Kookie,” you whispered, pulling the hood down, a few strands of hair static upright making him smile. Your eyes were puffy from the few tears that had fallen, yet as soon as your eyes found his, you found the beat of your heart steadied itself.

You were back in his protective arms, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. “Are you hurt? Did anything happen to you? I swear if something happened, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

“I’m fine.” He nodded, believing you, but checking over your face just in case. His eyes noticed the tears that fell, the tears he’d caused to fall by letting you go.

“This isn’t your fault,” you told him, reading his mind. You knew he’d beat himself up over this, but it was just an unfortunate incident. You didn’t hold it against Jungkook, he didn’t let you go on purpose, you knew he would have been a wreck trying to find you and make sure you were safe. “Can we just get out of the way of all the fans?”

Jungkook nodded, lacing his hand back in with yours. The lingering touch never went away, only solidified by your palms pressed together. “You promise that you’re alright,” he asked once more, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I was just a tad scared, I thought you would forget about me and head home without me or something. One minute you were in front of me and the next I’d lost all sight of you.”

“You really think I would have gone home without you?”

“No, of course not, the thought entered my mind for a millisecond, but I knew you’d come and find me; besides I’m still wearing your jacket.” He had forgotten the grey jacket around you was even his it suited you so well. Halfway through your journey you complained you were cold, Jungkook instantly sacrificing his jacket and wrapping it around you.

“I’m sorry you had to go through it, I should have kept a better eye on you.”

“Love, please don’t beat yourself up about it, we all get lost in the crowd sometimes, but we always find out way out.” He smiled down at you, relieved to see your usual, calm self, once more. “I reckon I can always find a way for you to make it up to me.”

His eyes rolled, a shy smirk appearing, “you’re not going to let me forget about this are you?” Your head shook in response, you knew how harsh Jungkook had been on himself, how guilty he felt, and how much you could use it to your own advantage.

“For now, let’s just forget about it, I can’t wait to get home and just relax.”

“Me too, jagi. Me too.”

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Masterlist

#bts #bangtan sonyeodan #jungkook #jeon jungkook #Jungkook imagine #jeon Jungkook imagine #Jungkook fluff #bts imagine #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader #bts x you #bts au

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brightlytae · 5 years ago

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I'd love some! I'm always on the look out for minjoon. I like to craft too but it's more embroidery or coloring books because it helps me after stressful days. There's something calming about just making loops or coloring a pretty thing (which btw I found a BTS coloring book on Amazon and I'm definitely getting it next pay check. I have one for mermaids, another one for gothic art, and fairy tales so far) It just feels nice lol -Prancer

Here are a few i’ve really enjoyed! They are quite popular so you may have read them though! let me know 😊

Amor Fati

Namjoon returns home from graduate school for winter break to discover that the family business is in trouble. Torn between pursuing his own goals and helping to preserve his parents' legacy, Namjoon has to figure out what's really important to him.

This story is the definition of the word tender? like lmao I don’t even know if that sounds weird but seriously the minjoon friendship in this is so sweet I read it on a flight home recently and had to try not to lose my shit on the plane like 50000 times

But I Want it Anyway

Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.

IN LOVE WITH THIS.

Up in the Air

Park Jimin loves his job as a flight attendant for Asiana Airlines – most of the time, at least. His latest segment gets off to an inauspicious start when he has to yell at the jerk in 1C who won’t put his laptop away. He’s not going to let that bring him down to earth, though – not when tickets for JK’s finale concert in Seoul finally go on sale tomorrow. The prospect of seeing his idol in person again is enough to get Jimin through anything – even entitled first-class passengers with bad attitudes and far-too-charming dimples.

Wish We’d Fall in Love

“Yeah?” Namjoon asks. “What is it, Jiminie. Tell me what you need,” he says, and all of that thick complication from earlier bubbles to the surface, enough for Jimin to finally understand what it is.Want. Longing. Something desperate.All of it festering inside Jimin.“Namjoon,” Jimin whispers, winding his arms around Namjoon’s neck. “Kiss me like you love me.”*

Or, Jimin just wanted to know how Namjoon fucks—but ends up uncovering more Actual Feelings than he knows what to do with.

Seasons After Spring

Sometimes friends kind of, sort of, fall in love. And sometimes it's kind of, sort of, so much harder and stranger than it ought to be balancing fame and art and being an idol with just being people who might want to kiss each other.

Im currently reading this and haven’t gotten very far yet but its really enjoyable so far! I don’t normally read aus that are canon compliant but it is really good!

And ooooh thats so awesome! I was actually thinking of starting either embroidery or knitting in the new year because I find both so awesome and just such a nice hobby to have! but ah yes i totally get that about colouring like whenever i draw, i find so much serenity in getting to colour!

#asks #anon asks #secret santa #prancer #fic recs #minjoon #minjoon fic recs

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a-black-pegasus · 6 years ago

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Growing Pains

Part 3

Peter grows, and all the drama that ensues

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"Seventeen feet!" Tony groaned slapping a folder on the table. "We need something now!"

Peter had been taken by shield a few hours after the incident and was being transported to the warehouse they had started converting. Tony followed them, taking his private plane, along with all his lab equipment.

Banner rubbed his eyes. "I know."

They arrived at the compound a few hours after Peter. Stark ran in.

"Peter buddy it's ok, we're gonna—" he stopped short at the sight of Peter. He was standing, talking to Dr. Leven on a catwalk at the twenty feet high mark, and Peter's head easily surrpased it. "What the—!"

Peters eyes flitted to the voice, and his previous slight frown shifted, to tight anxiousness. "Mr. Stark!" He whispered. He left Dr. Leven and walked towards tony nervously, his arms wrapped around himself. "I'm so, so, sorry!" He apologized.

Stark took a breath."It's ok buddy, you've got nothing to apologise for!"

Peter griminced, and crouched down bringing himself closer to stark. "Yeah it is! It's my fault! I—

Stark was a bit thrown by how big Peter was up close, but he quickly cut off Peter's apologies again after a moment to adjust.

"Peter! It's not your fault! I don't want you ever thinking that ever!" He waved his finger at him. "We're close ok? We just.. we just gotta hang I there." He patted Peter's leg.

"Mr. Stark..?

"....Yeah kid?" He replied after a moment.

"Um," he scratched his head. "Never mind."

Tony decided not to push it, as Banner came walking in, his nose buried in a folder.

"Hi Mr. Banner." Peter waved nervously.

"Hey Peter," banner said without looking up. "Well, I've just about-" he looked up at Peter. "Wow!" He grinned. "You know the big guy would just love to meet you someday. But anyways— I've just about thought of a new solution, I just need to talk to a few people."

Peter nodded, suprise that he didn't mention the extra feet he had sprouted over the last few hours.

The next day, after all of Peter tests, they had let Peter outside since there was just about nothing around for miles in all directions. He didn't do much, besides run around, find a lake, and knock down a tree, but he had fun. He came back to the compound a bit after 8:00 p.m tired but happy.

"Mr. Stark!" He yelled, running over, his great feet shaking the floor. "I found a lake," he crouched down and continued. "and I stuck my feet in it, and I knocked over a tree— but it was an accident! And..." He rambled on, unaware of Stark's grin.

"...they didn't let me keep it though, but they said after they're done with the tests tomorrow— I can go out again!" He beamed. He looked down at stark. "What's with your face?" He teased.

Tony shrugged. "Nothing, I'm just glad you had a good time, that's all." He turned back to his work. "It's 8:00 though, you need to go mesure yourself." They had started measuring Peter every twelve hours to keep a close eye on his growth.

Peter sighed. "I know, that's why I had to come back." He stood and walked over to the wall with varying height levels of catwalks. After a few minutes, there was some hushed whispering.

"Hey, what's going on?" Banner shouted up to them.

A few of them exchanged looks before shouting back down. "Peters a full two feet, 7 inches shorter!"

Peters face broke into a wide smile. "That's great!"

"Well....yes but— we don't know why. That's the problem." Dr. Leven admitted.

"What?!" Tony asked appalled. "How can you not know?"

Someone shrugged. "I don't know! Science is frickin hard man!" Peter snorted at their out burst.

"It could have been any number of reasons, we don't know." Dr. Leven corrected. "Perhaps it's a delayed reaction to the last test we did?"

Grimincing, Peter shook his head. "I...don't think so."

"Yeah, no and if it was I don't want to do it again." Tony defended, remembering the terrible reaction peter had.

Dr. Leven threw his hands up. "Well I don't know what! What else did you do today Peter?"

Peter frowned a little. "I went outside? Everything else has been pretty normal except that...."

"Maybe it was a reaction to something he touched? Something he did?" Banner added, taking his glasses off.

"What? That's preposterous." Dr. Leven fires back.

"I don't know." Banner groaned back to the doctor, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe it was the physical movement in general, a sort of trigger based on actived hormones, how am I supposed to know?" Banner shouted frustratedly.

Everybody backed off and returned to their own thing, not wanting to anger Bruce to much, except Peter.

'"Hey," he said softly, coming over. "Its ok, I'm alright. You want to go outside with me?" Peter offered.

Bruce took a breath. "No, I'm fine, I've just been cooped up with work a bit to long."

"Yeah I know how you feel. I've been cooped up awhile too."

Bruce started. "What did you say?"

"I said I've been cooped up awhile to.'

"No, no..." Bruce said. "Before that."

Peter bit his lip. "I know how you feel..?" He spoke cautiously.

"That's it!" Banner snapped his fingers. "Feelings! Emotions!"

"What? How do you figure that?"

Bruce shrugged. "I don't know, but it's worth a check."

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What am I doing? Well I don't know. (Jk!..... kinda) also I know this isn't my best work, but I have to push on and get to the next chapter Soo...

Thanks for reading! :D

@nightmarejasmine @tiefling-trickery @sammigruber @sammie-skele-turtle @gatlily @misfitsgalaxygt @obwjam @bee-wrecker @nerdqueenkat @tinyliltina @queenofconspiracies @dc41016

#marvel writing #marvel #peter parker #bruce banner #g/t writing #g/t #giants

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brokemultidotexe · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Pt.19

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: None

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 6.5 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10.5 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 14.5 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 |

“He knows you’re avoiding him Y/N. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know about the video and he’s freaking out.” Jimin sighed.

You shifted your phone from one shoulder to the other as you spread peanut butter on a slice of bread, “I know he is. He’s been blowing up my phone but I told him this was one thing I was worried about. I don’t belong in your world Jimin and I told him I didn’t want this type of thing to happen.”

“He’s already gone to Bang PD. They’ve pulled the video and replaced it with a version that blurred out the both of you in the background. You’re making this out to be worse than it is. I’ve seen the video there is no way that anyone would be able to tell it’s you.” You set the bread and the knife down on the counter and grabbed your cellphone with your hand and switched to the other ear and walking out of the kitchen.

“Jackson knew.” You pointed out.

“Because he knows that you hang out with us so you can’t go based off of one person. Look, neither of you are in trouble because you didn’t do anything wrong. Yeah he told you guys to be careful and try not to be on camera and you could see when you guys realized you were in frame and you left. The editing team should have caught it and blurred it out in the first place.” You heard a noise in the background and you heard a muffled voice that you couldn’t understand.

“Yeah that’s fine. Let me just finish up here and then I’ll come get you.” You stayed quiet knowing that he wasn’t talking to you but whoever had come into the room. “I’m talking to my mom, I’ll be done in a minute.” You felt instant crushing guilt knowing that he was now talking to JK and he was having to lie to him.

You heard the door closed on his side and you instantly apologized, “I’m so sorry you had to lie.”

“Y/N I won’t lie to him again.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“He just found out our tour date was pushed up and he looks like he’s about to lose it, so I’m asking you to please put him first right now and deal whatever you have to at another time.” You were kind of shocked at Jimin’s request but you also knew that Jimin was really close with JK and probably knew exactly what he was thinking and probably a million other things you had yet to learn about him.

“Okay.” You whispered.

“Look, I need to go check on him but I really hope you’ll reach out to him today.” The two of you said your goodbyes and he hung up the phone and you stood there feeling ten times worse than you did before you talked to Jimin.

You could admit to yourself than in your panic you may have over reacted and you were trying to figure out how you truly felt about the situation. You had a bad habit of closing yourself off when you tried working through something and you kept hurting JK in the process which was never your intent. Jimin was right about you putting JK first. JK constantly put you first at every given moment and you were too afraid to do the same because a fear of getting hurt. You looked at the front door and sighed knowing what you had to do.

Agreeing to the total of the Uber made you die a little inside after seeing what it cost to get you from your apartment to the groups apartment complex. It took you a little bit to even find the address because JK had only taken you there once and it was just for him to run in and grab something and come back out. You knew which building and which apartment number it was but you had never actually been to their apartment even though you had received the invitation many times. You and JK had always opted to just stay at your place.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you got out of the elevator on their floor and walked to the door of their apartment. You stood there and stared at the door trying to get up the courage to just knock on it. Your hand hovered in front of it for a second before knocking your knuckles against it. You felt incredibly nervous even though you had no reason to feel that way. You were about to knock again but the door swung open and your eyes met Namjoon’s.

“Y/N?” He seemed a little confused to see you standing there. But your eyes fell to the head that popped out around the corner. Jimin smiled at you and walked towards you and Namjoon.

“I’ve got it hyung. She’s here to see Jungkook.” When the words left Jimin’s mouth it looked like everything clicked and he gave you an appreciative smile.

“I’m glad you’re going to talk it out.” Your mind went back to the first time you had met the group and he had asked that instead of shutting JK out to please talk to him instead. Knowing you had shut him out at first made you feel guilty even though you were on your way to fixing it.

Namjoon stepped aside and Jimin motioned you to follow him. He led you to a door at the far end of the hallway and stopped in front of it where the door was cracked. “Thank you.” The sincerity in his voice made you nod. JK was lucky to have his brothers because they all cared for him so much. You didn’t have any siblings but you could tell they all cared very deeply for one another and took care of each other. Jimin gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving you standing alone in front of JK’s bedroom door.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door and opening it a little bit to see JK sitting at a desk that was under his bed with a million different things on it. “Hyung, I’m not in the mood.”

“Should I leave then?” You asked quietly.

JK’s head whipped around to look at you. Jimin wasn’t exaggerating because JK looked like hell. Only a day had passed since the video incident but it looked like the whole situation had made him age five years. “Y/N.” He seemed shocked to see you standing there.

“Can I come in?” you chewed your bottom lip a habit you had when you felt extremely nervous.

“Yeah.” He stood up quickly so you could take the computer chair but you just sat on a mini fridge tucked off to the side that was across from him. JK’s room was nothing like you imagined it. He wasn’t lying when he said he had a lot of things and his bedroom was cluttered. There were things everywhere but the room suited him. You could see evidence of his hobbies littered around his room.

JK was the first to break the silence between you once he sat back down, “I tried calling—“

“I know.” You said softly.

“I talked to Bang—“

“I know.” You gave him a small smile.

“If you know then why did you avoid me?” He seemed hurt and confused.

“I talked to Jimin this morning and he told me about you going to Bang PD and having them fix the video and I appreciate that.”

“Of course. I know how you feel about the whole thing Y/N. I promised you I would do everything I could to shield you from anyone knowing about you. I plan to stick to that promise. I know I’m already asking a lot from you because I want to be selfish and I don’t take a single second I have with you for granted. You’re important to me.”

You sighed, “I know that JK.”

“If you know that then what would make you think I wouldn’t fix it as soon as I found out about it?” you could hear the frustration in his voice and it made you feel guilty.

“It’s not like that at all JK, it’s not that I don’t think you would fix it. But see it from my point of view, okay? Something that was between just the two of us was suddenly on the internet and it wasn’t just a few people that saw it. Your YouTube channel has millions of subscribers JK and a cut of that video was already making its rounds on Twitter. Hell I mean Jackson called me to tell me to go look at the video. Do you have any idea how weird it felt? That people were seeing something that should have only been between the two of us? Or suddenly the girl your with has your fans already trying to figure out who it is. I’m a normal girl from America that doesn’t even live in a city so yeah the whole thing was overwhelming and it freaked me out and I just needed to catch my footing because I wasn’t prepared to deal with it.” You felt your body sag after getting your explanation out. “It has nothing to do with what I think about you or anything like that. It’s just the whole thing in general. Sometimes I forget about how much of your life the public cares about.”

JK reached out and grabbed your hand and tugged you towards him. You stood up and he pulled you over and pulled you onto his lap. Your legs hung over the arm of the chair and you melted into him your head resting against his chest while he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, “They moved up the tour date.” His voice was barely above a whisper, “because of some scheduling conflicts they’ve had to start it earlier than planned.”

“So when do you start?”

“Less than a month.”

You sat up and looked at him, “What? How do they go from 3 months out to less than a month?” It felt like the floor had just disappeared under you because you felt your stomach drop. You had it in your mind that you still had a few months left not a few weeks. You weren’t ready to give him up yet.

“I don’t know. We have a meeting tomorrow to find out the exact departure date but they dropped that information on us a few hours ago.” Jimin’s change of tone after JK had come into his room now made sense because suddenly the two of you had a lot less time and wasting it over a stupid video wasn’t worth it.

Jungkook tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m not ready for this.” you whispered. Your brain was still processing and you felt panicked and it felt like someone was clutching your heart in their fist.

“Hey, we’ll figure something out. We don’t have to figure it out right now though. I just want you here with me. That’s all I care about right now.” He had gently grabbed your chin to look at him and the way he looked at you made your heart race but feel like it was shattering all at the same time. When he dropped his hand it looked like he wanted to say something and you waited for him to say it but whatever it was it looked like he was battling himself pretty hard. “Would you stay?” the question confused you and he could tell so he went on. “Would you stay here with me tonight....instead of you going back to your apartment?”

You felt yourself nodding before you had even fully processed his request but part of you didn’t want to leave. A month wasn’t long and you wanted to make sure you could spend as much time with him as possible.”Yeah, of course.”

He smiled and pulled you towards him and kissed you lightly on your temple and whispered a quick thank you in your ear. You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze while he still had his arms wrapped around you. You continued to sit on his lap with your legs dangling off the armrest and JK’s arms wrapped tightly around you keeping you close to his body.

You weren’t sure how long it had been before he suggested going to lay down on his bed. You slid off his lap and realized you didn’t have any clothes to sleep in. “Umm...JK.” he turned to look at you, “I don’t have anything to sleep in.” He walked over to his closet and you saw a bunch of white tshirts hanging up. He grabbed one and then pulled out some joggers and handed them to you.

“I’ll wait outside, just open the door when you’re done.” he kissed your forehead and left you alone in his room. You took the moment to look around. His room was packed with a million different things. He had recording stuff and photography stuff. You couldn’t even comprehend it all. You slipped on the clothes he gave you and his scent enveloped you. You sighed as emotions built up in your chest. You weren’t ready for him to leave yet and you didn’t know how you would handle any of it. You knew you couldn’t dwell on it because it would only make the time you had left depressing. Once you had yourself situated you opened the door and you saw Jimin talking with JK. They both looked at you once you opened the door and Jimin smirked seeing you in JK’s clothes and you felt your face heat up.

JK left Jimin and walked towards you with a smile on his face and closed the door after he stepped into his bedroom. He stood at the bottom of the ladder and motioned for you to go ahead and climb up. You couldn’t remember the last time you had to climb a latter to get to a bed. You had a bunk bed when you were younger but it felt weird climbing into one as an adult. You scooted across the bed once you were up there and JK followed right behind you after turning off the light making the only source of light a lamp to the side of you. The two of you slid back and he laid down and pulled you with him so you were laying on his chest. You would have thought that you would feel awkward or incredibly nervous about spending the night with him and sharing a bed, but it didn’t feel weird at all if anything it felt right.

“We’ll make the most of the time we have left before our tour, I promise. You’ll be sick of me by the end of it.” His fingers were running through your hair.

“If there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s that I’ll never be sick of you.” You curled into his side as the warmth of his body caused you to scoot even closer to him which you weren’t sure was even possible. The one thing running through your mind before you fell asleep was how you were going to make it through him leaving.

AN: I was originally going to post this tomorrow but since tomorrow is my birthday i figured i would gift you guys as well. I hope this chapter gives everyone some type of feeling. Their days are numbered and they’re making the most of what they have. I love you all and i hope you enjoyed!

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sonjaeson · 2 years ago

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ADULTING-101 PHASE

Heeee yoooooooooooow it’s been so fucking long since I’ve updated this shitty life of mine. HAHA anyway, before anything I would like to congratulate meself for completing my fucking years of studying… 22 years of going to school studying somewhat lessons that can be mostly integrated by the real world. BACHELOR OF SCIENCE IN COMPUTER ENGINEERNG but not licensed because why should I get it in the first place? HAHAHA I FUCKING SURVIVE THAT BLOODY FUCKING THESIS WE’VE HAD shout-out to THE BOYS (LUIS, RAINE, JEANRIE and JERICHO) arigthank you sa sakits ulo jk! Waiting nalang for longest graduation rite that I will be waiting. Because of that I explore the real world and find a fucking freaking job HAHAHAH

I’ve looked and seek multiple jobs opportunities I’ve applied as if there’s no tomorrow because why not? HAHAH, it took may 1-2 months before someone send me a job offer. Like it’s not their lose whether they reject me or not? But for some reason I’ve been tested technical interviews/exam and even communication exam. And I’ve been offered a job of being a Service Desk Agent bisag dili jod ko comfortable sa pakig-storyag clients especially in full English. But what do you expect from the great JAESON of the ALAGBAY? Don’t ever underestimate my capability bitches! HAHAH FYI, this is my fucking first job of my life and despite its obstacles that I will be facing knowing that’ll be challenging I’m up for it. Because again why not? If it’s easy then it’ll be boring right??? REMEMBER? THESIS? HAHAHA FUCK CODING BUT STILL I LEARN A LOT FROM IT AND HOPEFULLY IT’LL BE MORE HELPFUL TO MY PATH ON PROFESSIONAL CAREER DEVELOPMENT! SHIT ENGLISH WITH CAPSLOCK ANG BUANG HAHAHAHA

If you’re looking for any reason, why did I search for a job after my last semester of my life ends. It’s because I wanna treat my family a plane ticket as well as dinner or any eating shit that will be facing on my upcoming graduation rites. Isn’t it a win-win situation? While I’m developing my communication skill and career path at the same time, I’ve been pain for 22,000 pesos w/ benefits. What else? Girlfriend? I still don’t have one even another female friend is no luck. My batchmates at DXC are experienced individuals even right now I feel like I’m the youngest of them all knowing that we have SHS graduate. Right now, I’m just focusing on the opportunity to have money to be rich or travel on different destinations whatever the destined location I’ll be assigned with. I fucking wrote SR. CLOUD ENGINEER on my GOAL earlier, it’s not like I’ve been listening to my brother on who or what to take but I’m still not really sure after 5 years what is my professional career will be is? However, there’s a little part of me that is interested on what CLOUD INFRASTRUCTURE is. Like it’s an IT job that you barely face against computer programming. It will or may change for the upcoming years but nevertheless at-least I currently have a target goal.

For my upcoming journey road to adulting because right now I’m in charge on whatever I’m gonna do, I may or desperately need a driver’s license especially on motorcycle so that whenever I’m on Camotes I can freely do whatever I do riding a fucking motorcycle. Solo camping at Santiago or even at TULANG DIOT. What else? Maybe driver’s license on a car? Maybe I can borrow Manoy’s car HAHAHAH and and and also a fucking passport! ROAT TO THE INTERNATIONAL if this career will make me become a successful individual. Lastly, achieving my childhood dream level 1000 or 2000 battle pass <3. AND FOR THIS LONG-TERM GOAL BUILD A FUCKING MUSCLE or at-least have a healthy and fit body!

FOR NOW, THIS WILL BE THE UPDATE BECAUSE I’M TOO TIRED TO EXPRESS THINGS LATELY. BECOME A MAN AND STOP THINKING NEGATIVE THINGS JAESON! SAYONARA FOR NOW IF THINGS MIGHT BE IN TROUBLESOME SITUATION I MIGHT UPDATE or IF I’M GONNA HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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My only god is the sea (Shalaska) - Catrina

A/N: Guess who’s back back back back again? Me, and my Shalaska shit! Because one wasn’t enough… I wrote this really fast on a punch of inspiration and is highly based on one of my favorite songs: Sun by Two Door Cinema Club, which I really recommend. Weird fact: the title is taken from another song of Two Door Cinema Club called Sleep Alone. IF YOU LIKED IT please please please tell me! I really love hearing your opinions. Thanks for reading!

Summary: During a trip, Alaska realizes she’s in love with her roommate and best friend, Sharon.

“It’s just a couple of days, right?” Sharon asks again, her eyes glued to the magazine in her lap as she sits with bent legs over the bed.

Alaska stares at her for a second before leaning to take the last pair of shoes she needs to pack from the floor, carrying them to the other side of the room to her suitcase. “Yeah” is the only response she gives.

“And are you excited because Mr. Handsome wants you to take this case?” her friend’s lips curl into a smile, looking up at her.

Every time Sharon jokes about her boss, she tries her best to laugh, even when she’s annoyed out of her mind. Since Alaska mentioned how pretty her boss’ hair was Sharon took that as a beginning of a crush, naming him Mr. Handsome to mock her as much as she could.

Alaska wishes Sharon knew how wrong she is; she’s not interested in her boss. She thinks she isn’t even interested in men since she has never loved one, but her mixed feelings are too weird to explain. Alaska knows is better to shut the fuck up and just ignore the jokes.

“Stop!” she chuckles. “I’m going for work only. This is a very good chance for me to grow in the company”

Sharon’s playful eyes make her know she doesn’t believe it. “And get laid! Mr. Handsome is going with you, isn’t he?”

“I’m going for work” she repeats slowly. Her friends rolls her eyes and nods.

“Yeah, I said that every time I went to the supermarket to ‘buy more paint’ when actually I was just to see Phi Phi, and now look at us!”

Alaska sighs deeply, focusing on closing the zipper of her suitcase so she doesn’t have to listen to Sharon speaking of her girlfriend. The fact that she’s happily taken with a cut throat brunette makes her squirm uncomfortably because she doesn’t like Phi Phi and she knows Phi Phi isn’t a great fan of hers neither. They’re both constantly fighting for Sharon’s attention, which makes Alaska wonder why is the idea of sharing it so annoying.

She shrugs, moving the suitcase from the bed down to the floor so there’s room for her body. “I’ll sleep now, it’s late and tomorrow I’ll leave early”

“Sure, I’ll leave you alone” Sharon takes her magazine, gracefully standing up from Alaska’s bed. “How early?”

“At seven. Why?”

“To set my alarm. Do you think I’m gonna let you go without saying bye?” she tilts her head, grinning. Her sweet tone is music for Alaska’s ears, who only can smile and accept her proposal. “Goodnight, Lask”

Sharon leaves to go to her own room, and her perfume stays in the air all night.

the roads I knew

became a city

and I wonder

will you wait for me?

Alaska knows Sharon is stubborn and that she never losses a fight, so when she asked if she could go to the airport with her the next morning, she said yes immediately. In the middle of a footling chat, they waited until it was time for Alaska to approach the plane.

“Cerrone and I are gonna miss you” Sharon assures, hugging her tightly. “And don’t worry, I already took note of the days I have to water your plants. I got you covered”

She winks and Alaska can’t help but giggling. Even when she would never admit, the fact that she can spend some time away from Sharon turns out being great; she needs to think of her feelings on the other girl, and there seems to be any better way to do it than being alone.

“Thanks. I’ll call you once I’m in the hotel” she promises.

They check Alaska’s list of things she should be carrying and her papers —including her plane ticket and a map of the city she’s going to— before the blonde walks away.

There’s a feeling telling her to look back before stepping on the plane. What she sees when she does is the best she would’ve wanted to see; Sharon is smiling, eagerly waving at her and mouthing ’good luck’.

Alaska’s heart jumps in joy as she smiles and waves back.

With a sigh, Alaska carries her suitcase inside the hotel room she’s designed to. It’s small yet pretty, and she wonders what would Sharon think of it. She makes a mental note to send her a picture of the place later as she places her stuff next to the bed and lays to rest a little.

Instead of sleeping, which she needs more than anything right now, she pulls her phone out her pocket and texts her mother, her cousin Trixie and Sharon. The three of them reply almost immediately, but Alaska only opens Sharon’s texts.

[From: Noodles]

I’m happy you got there well Lask <3

How is Los Angeles treating you?

[From: Alaska]

It’s pretty, I kinda love this place. I should stay here forever lol

[From: Noodles]

Nooooo!! If you do I’d miss you so fucking much! :(

though I’m far away

I know I’d stay, I know I’d stay right there with you

Alaska tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she types in answer.

[From: Alaska]

Well, I can change my mind if you ask nicely!

[From: Noodles]

You better stay here because otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to sneak into your suitcase and follow you everywhere !

Someone knocked the door and I thought it was the pizza but it’s actually Phi Phi :( I’m hungry

Sorry Lask, I gotta go. We talk later? <3

Have fun in LA !!

(but not so much fun without me!)

(jk have a lot ot fun!)

The only thing Alaska can do is delete the text she was already typing and sigh with disappointment. Her mind can only focus on imagining what Sharon and Phi Phi might be doing, her heart aching with jesouly at every possible answer.

it might be too late

what would you see?

what would you say?

what would you do?

The days in Los Angeles are short and boring, in the office and out of it. Alaska thought working there would be the best of her career, but there isn’t much besides a beach and streets that although are crowded, Alaska feels they’re just full of nameless faces.

She misses Sharon. Her voice, her presence, her eyes, her food, her laugh; she misses everything she’s used to have a home. And when Alaska realizes that when she says home she isn’t refering at her apartment but at Sharon, she’s scared. She feels confused being alone and angst eats her chest every time she stops to analyze it.

This is not normal, she thinks. Something is happening to me.

Earlier, Alaska had taken advantage of her free day all she wanted, drinking vodka in her room and watching Golden Girls until she realized she was a little bit drunk and lamenting about her life on a Friday night.

Trying to get any negative idea out of her mind, she takes the vodka bottle and storms out of the hotel. She rushes to the beach, enjoying the beautiful sunset Los Angeles gives in the way.

She walks with no destination until she reaches a point in the beach where there isn’t a lot of people. Sitting on the sand, she hugs her legs and rests her chin on her knee.

we fell like rain

got lost into the sea

if I don’t know

the wind will carry me

The weather these days have been changing from sunny to sometimes cloudy, and now Alaska is happy the sky is grey and the wind softly blows her hair and the mist helps to dismiss the few people in the distance. It calms her down, but even then Sharon stays in her thoughts. Alaska knows it’s where she belongs.

I’ve run

I’ve waited for the rain to come

Alaska finishes the vodka bottle as she stares at the sea for what seems an eternity. It’s blue, deep and beautiful, and under the spell of alcohol it seems to move magically.

Suddenly, a figure appears by the seashore, making Alaska frown. Her eyes are attracted at the mysterious body moving towards her spot, putting her hands on the sand to push herself up in any moment by pure instinct.

The very known face of a woman takes place on the figure, making Alaska lose her breathing.

when through that mist

I see the shape of you

“Sharon?” she asks, squinting her eyes in an attempt to look better.

I know, I know

that I’m in love with you

The figure with Sharon’s image smiles a second before it disappears into the air, blending with the mist.

#alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #phi phi o'hara #shalaska #cisgirl au #angst #lesbian au #catrina #rpdr fanfiction

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princessasmosprincess · 7 years ago

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The Ultimate Musical Theatre Questionnaire

This is not originally mine, the link is below. I just filled in my answers.

Ultimate Musical Theatre Questionnaire

Some of these will include a Top 5-10…

1. What is your “go-to song” when you’re feeling sad?

It really depends on what “sad” means that day. If I need a boost of confidence “Watch What Happens (Reprise)” or “Once and for All” usually does it. If I need to get out some anger “I’m Done” from Rocky is a fun one to sing. Comforting songs are good too, like “A Little Fall of Rain”.

Honestly, playing a cast album like Newsies or Cinderella really lifts my spirits.

2. What Broadway song do you relate to?

SO MANY!

Watch What Happens ~ Newsies

Santa Fe ~ “

If I Loved You ~ Carousel

Before the Parade Passes By ~ Hello, Dolly!

3. Favorite female voice? Favorite male voice?

This one is so hard. Obviously this isn’t a complete list but this is what comes to mind at the moment.

Female:

Barbara Streisand

Laura Osnes

Laura Benanti

Sierra Boggess

Megan Hilty

Kelli O’Hara

Lea Salonga

Phillipa Soo

Male:

Jeremy Jordan

Alfie Boe

Ramin Karimloo

Santino Fontana

Aaron Tveit

Christian Borle

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Hugh Jackman

4. What is your favorite show based off the music?

Bonnie and Clyde

Death Takes A Holiday

Meet John Doe

The Secret Garden

Chaplin

Literally anything Rodgers and Hammerstein. Even if I don’t care for the show, I usually love the music. I love the wit behind the lyrics.

5. An overrated song.

Seasons of Love ~ Rent (I love to hate this one. It’s catchy and fun to sing… SOMETIMES…)

All I Ask of You ~ The Phantom of the Opera (I read the book, I’ve seen the movie, the live tour, and the 25th anniversary, but I just don’t like Raoul...)

I’m Not Afraid ~ Songs for a New World

Sixteen Going on Seventeen ~ The Sound of Music (there are other really great songs in this show!)

Tomorrow ~ Annie

I Feel Pretty ~ West Side Story (I mean, really, this is one of the defining songs of this amazing show? America, Maria, and Tonight are so much better in my opinion).

Green Finch and Linnet Bird ~ Sweeney Todd

6. An underrated song.

Without You ~ My Fair Lady (everyone always does “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” and “I Could Have Danced All Night” but I don’t think those two songs are the best in the whole show).

How Can Love Survive ~ The Sound of Music (this one wasn’t in the movie but it is an amazing song. It’s so witty and the tune is beautiful. Actually I did this one as a solo for a cabaret show).

Raise A Little Hell ~ Bonnie and Clyde (This one gives me chills every time)

7. An overrated musical

Avenue Q ~ I am so tired of hearing about this one, and I don’t like the concept or the music.

Book of Mormon ~ I know there are a few good songs but as a Mormon and as a decent human being I find it offensive… Jk about the decent human being thing, but still, I don’t like this one…

Rent ~ I do appreciate that it’s based off of La Boheme, and that it’s a very revolutionary piece, but I’m tired of hearing about it.

Cats ~ why?

Chicago

Little Women ~ Everyone has Sutton Foster Fever and they need to stop. She’s a great actress, but there are other actresses out there and these songs are played too much.

Into the Woods

Songs for a New World ~ BIG TIME. It really bothers me that the songs I like from this show are less popular than the ones everyone raves about.

You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown ~ Any of the Charlie Brown musicals… I don’t really have a connection and I don’t think the music is particularly clever…

Seussical ~ I’ve been in one full production of this and I also played the Cat in the Hat in a dance recital (that one was actually fun), but I LOATHE this show. It’s very childish, and I get that that’s the point, but it’s really childish. It’s on a similar plane to Charlie Brown in my eyes.

Grease ~ Seriously, the story to this one is terrible. Yeah, go ahead and change yourself for your crush because he’s not man enough to tell his friends and society that your social status shouldn’t matter when you’re in love… Also some of the music gets on my nerves, and I don’t really like the movie either.

A Chorus Line

The King and I ~ Personally not my favorite Rodgers and Hammerstein show. There are some good songs but I like some of their other shows far more.

How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying ~ Ugh…

Cabaret ~ Another really poignant show but no one really focuses much on the story, they just like the suggestive and scandalous songs.

Pippin

Annie

Oliver

Sweeney Todd

Falsettos ~ Now I know I’m going to get a lot of hate for this one but I still had to say it. It is a really great show and I don’t hate it. It’s just there was so much hype before the Tony’s and so much hate directly after. I just don’t like how negatively people acted when it didn’t win Best Revival. (I thought that Miss Saigon was going to win but whatever). I just really dislike the hate that goes along with not liking this show. I don’t think the writers would have appreciated that, and I don’t really think the actors would either.

I’m adding an extra category because there are some shows that are overrated but I still like them a lot...

The Lion King ~ -ish… I still like the show, but everyone raves about it when there are some other really great shows out there.

Hamilton ~ Again, I like the show, but everyone is obsessed…

Dear Evan Hansen ~ I don’t know whether it really deserved to win best musical… But then again the lyrics and staging were really on point.

In The Heights ~ There is so much good about this show but I do think it’s a bit overrated...

8. An underrated musical

Rocky (I think the music is adorable, but then again I’m a South Jersey girl so Rocky holds a special place in my heart)

Love Never Dies ~ Lots of people hate this but I really like it. This is definitely one that you need to actually see to appreciate it. I really like the character development, if you can get past all of the weird Coney Island stuff. Plus, you know I hate Raoul.

The Scarlet Pimpernel

Dracula

Show Boat ~ This one is a classic but still, it doesn’t get nearly enough attention.

Death Takes A Holiday

Bonnie and Clyde

Meet John Doe

Chaplin ~ I will never get over how CRIMINALLY underrated this one is.

The Woman in White ~ Why doesn’t anyone talk about this?!

9. How many cast recording albums do you own?

Technically… I own Newsies, Cinderella, and the celebrity version of Finding Neverland...

Of course thanks to the library I was able to download quite a bit to my computer so…

Wicked

Beauty and the Beast

The Phantom of the Opera 25th Anniversary

Bombshell ~ Smash, I count this one.

Mary Poppins

South Pacific

I also have various songs from some different shows.

10. Do you buy the whole cast recording, even if there are songs you are not fond of?

Depends. I don’t really have that many. If there’s only a few songs I like I’ll just buy the songs separately, but if I like the majority of the album I would definitely buy the whole thing.

11. What was the first cast recording you owned?

Newsies, but I think I had some songs here and there before that.

12. How many playlists do you have on your mp3 or iPod? If just one playlist, how many songs?

I’ve got at least 5 different Spotify playlists. Usually I listen to songs on Pandora so I can get some new suggestions.

13. Song that reminds you of someone else?

Beauty and the Beast ~ Technically the movie version but… This was going to be my parents’ wedding song.

The entire album for Show Boat

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again ~ The Phantom of the Opera

The Love I Meant To Say ~ Smash. Also not really from a show but this one touches my heart so much.

14. Stephen Sondheim or Andrew Lloyd Webber?

This is a really tough one. I think ALW’s music is a bit more accessible to me and he has many great shows (and some really overrated ones). Stephen Sondheim is also extraordinary, but I like his more melodic songs which can be few and far between. Sondheim is challenging to sing and understand sometimes.

15. Favorite choreographed number?

King of New York ~ Newsies

I’m sure there are others but I can’t think of any right now.

16. What do you think of shows based around the music of other artists? (i.e. American Idiot, Mamma Mia)

I like Mamma Mia, and I’ve heard that All Shook Up is really good. If the storyline is as compelling as the music, then I’ll love it.

17. Favorite song cut from a show?

The Truth about the Moon ~ Newsies (I want sheet music so bad!)

One Man ~ Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

18. Most powerful (vocally) song

Female:

Once Upon A Time ~ Brooklyn

When It All Falls Down ~ Chaplin

Male:

Who Am I ~ Les Miserables

Raise a Little Hell ~ Bonnie and Clyde

Music of the Night ~ The Phantom of the Opera

19. Favorite song from your least favorite show.

I’ll just name one, “Stars and the Moon” from Songs for a New World

20. No-Dry-Eye Broadway song.

I cry in almost everything…

Letter from the Refuge ~ Newsies

Santa Fe (prologue) ~ Newsies

Santa Fe ~ Newsies

The entire score to Les Mis

I’ll Be Here ~ Ordinary Days (listen to it and you will bawl your eyes out if you have a soul)

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again ~ The Phantom of the Opera

When the Phantom sings a reprise of “All I Ask of You” during “Past the Point of No Return”. Also his reprise of “Masquerade” at the end and when he sings, “Christine, I love you…”

Dyin’ Ain’t So Bad ~ Bonnie and Clyde

Hold On ~ The Secret Garden

You Don’t Know This Man ~ Parade

21. Your favorite Broadway duet

Love Songs

If I Loved You ~ Carousel

Something to Believe In ~ Newsies

Non-Love Songs

A Little Fall of Rain ~ Les Mis

How Can Love Survive ~ The Sound of Music

Chip on My Shoulder ~ Legally Blonde (can’t actually remember if this is a duet or not…)

22. Do you reenact/sing in front of the mirror/pretend you’re the character when you’re singing along to a song?

All the time.

23. Top five Broadway songs.

Nope, can’t do it.

24. A broadway song that makes you cringe. (i.e. least favorite)

I’m Not Afraid of Anything ~ Songs for a New World

Seasons of Love ~ Rent

25. What shows have you seen?

On Broadway:

Newsies (Once with Jeremy Jordan and once with Corey Cott)

Cinderella

Wicked (With Aaron Tveit when I was 13 and didn’t even know who he was…)

On Tour/Professional:

Mary Poppins

The Phantom of the Opera

Emma The Musical (I don’t think this one has been on broadway but Colin Patrick Hanlon and Annelise Van Der Pol were in it)

Peter and the Starcatcher

26. If you could play any role on Broadway, what would it be?

Katherine Plumber

27. Name some stars you’ve met at the stage door.

Jeremy Jordan, Corey Cott (I chased him down the street before the show…), Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Annelise Van Der Pol, Carpathia Jenkins, Andy Richardson, pretty much the entire OBC from Newsies.

EXCEPT FOR TOMMY BRACCO...

28. If you could go up to New York and see any and every Broadway show you want to, what would you go see?

There are so many shows… Right now maybe Dear Evan Hansen or The Great Comet (if it’s still running…)

29. Which Broadway star do you want to see live more than anyone else?

Laura Osnes, Hugh Jackman, Neil Patrick Harris, Laura Benanti, Christian Borle, Andy Mientus, Santino Fontana.

30. Favorite Tony Awards host?

Neil Patrick Harris

31. Least Favorite Musical

Any of the overrated ones, but for the sake of time Cats.

32. What is your go-to shower song?

A crazy patter song like “Watch What Happens” (Newsies)

Also “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair” from South Pacific. My grandmother used to sing this song to me when she gave me baths when I was a toddler and young child.

33. What does Broadway mean to you?

It’s my life. I love Broadway and everything about it, and one day I will be performing there.

And I’m too tired to write anymore...

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