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Tides of Deception - PJ, JJ - Part 1

-The water was always somethings townsfolks talked about. What's happens when you find out the myths were a whole lot more than what you had been told?

-Use of curse words, hyperventilating and being tormented by a demon.

-Word count - 4.3K

-Jimin x reader Jungkook x reader

-Request open!

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The crystal blue waters were always something that mesmerized you, almost as if the water itself was sending you into a trance. Shining as bright as a diamond in the sunlight, the moon seemed to bounce itself off the small waves that crashed against the beach's shore. Memories like this were rare nowadays thanks to the merciless creatures that lurked in the shadows of the oceans. Thoughtless actions were the only things that they seemed to understand, no matter how much damage it did along the way. As long as they got the creatures to live a live moment they didn't care whether the humans lived or died in the path. 

“You know they say the closer you stand to the edge of the water the more tranced you'll become,” His voice held a hint of mischief as his eyes darted between your curious face and the dark waters that seemed as if they went on for miles. “But this town is littered with myths. Old wives tales about the things that lurk in those waters as we speak.” The way his eyes mimicked  the light bouncing off the waters it made your stomach churn. Why was he all the sudden worried about things that lurked below? For as long as you've known Jimin, curiosity was something he never even dipped his finger into, the old saying curiosity killed the cat was something that he definitely took to heart. So why was the water something that intrigued him now, of all the times you two have lived in this small town. 

‘Don’t tell me you're actually thinking about going on a late night swim.” Your voice came out in more of a mocking tone than you had planned. His head tilted the left slightly as he stared at you. For a second there you could have sworn they went almost dead like, all the color drained from his iris. When he saw your eyes widen he quickly shook his head , trying his best to cover it up with a cough. “I'm just joking you know, I'm glad you're beginning to have adventures, but do you really want your first brave moment to be facing the sirens or whatever they're called face to face?” 

A small laugh that sounded almost robotic came from the depths of his throat, it was odd to say the least. Before you even had a chance to say another word you saw him take slow steps towards the small waves that were crashing on the beach. Almost as if he had an invisible rope tied around your waist you began to mimic his steps. Left and right until the cool water had touched your knees. As much as you didnt want to admit it, the cool water was a wonderful contrast from the heated night that was making sweat beads form on your forehead. “It's nice isn't it.” 

There it was, the soft, velvet voice you remembered him having. All the worries that were filling your head slowly washed away with the tide. His arms wrapped around yours as he pulled his body closer to yours. Those eyes were his again, they were your best friends eyes. You've seen them a thousand times, but something still felt off. That hand that was wrapped around yours didn't hold you with a delicate touch, now you could feel his fingertips beginning to break the skin on your forearm. 

“Jimin, I want to go back to the shore.” it was a desperate plea, and you wanted to leave the waters. The waves were beginning to get rougher almost as if the waves themselves had million tiny fingertips that were gripping you and pulling you further out into the current. “I'm not messing around, I want to go back now.”  

“I don't know what youre talking talking about y/s, you've always told me you loved the water. What makes this time any different.” His head tilted again and you could've sworn his body glitched as the moonlight started shining upon him. Small jerks of his head were highlighted in the light. Fear felt as if it was running through your bloodstream at this point. This point it wasnt Jimin, you were that. Yet he seemed real, he didn't seem like a holograph of your best friend. He was touching you, his skin was warm, how could he not be real? 

“Y/n get out of the water!” that voice, you know that voice. Before you could snap your head in that direction the other jimin gripped your chin so hard you could feel his now shaper nails dig deeper and deeper into your skin. Those dark dead eyes were back, but the person standing in front of you wasn't jimin. His height has changed, his hair has changed, everything about him has changed. Those sharp fangs were prominent as the thing in front of you gave the most devious smile. 

“He's not real and you know that, doll. The only thing that is real to you right now is me. Can you feel my warmth?” His other arm that wasn't gripping your chin wrapped around your waist again. Those dark eyes were intriguing, but sirens were going off in your head. None of this could be real right now. The man standing in front of you, his warmth, anything. “You know this is real, but do you want me to show you how real this actually is?” 

It didn't seem like a question when it fell from his lips, it seemed like a statement. You needed to know this was real, the creature standing in front of you needed this. The thing leaned his head down towards yours. Those cold lips blowing his breath against them. “All you gotta do is say yes, and I can show you my world.” A sharp and rough material had draped itselfs over you, with sharp tugs you were suddenly under the shallow water. You could feel your skin rubbing against it in fast motion, the burns mixed with the salty sea water brought you back to reality. He was real, but that wasn't the real jimin. Once again sharp nails dug into your forearms as you were finally pulled from the ocean. 

Sharp breaths entered your ;lungs as you stared into the dark night his figure glitched again as he went back to his true form. The moonlight lit his devious smile up one more time before he turned around and drove back into the dark waters that were about to take your last breath away. “Oh my god, I think you're the stupidest person I have ever met!” 

“I'm the stupidest person you have ever met! Jimin you threw a dam fishing net at me, did you even think that plan through!” You huffed as you tugged at the mesh wire that still had you enclosed. A sharp huffed pushed itself out of your mouth as you finally freed yourself. “And don't call me stupid i didn't know that it wasn't the real you!”  

“Now I know you're stupid, you know I don't even like coming to the ocean in the daylight, do you really think I'd be willing to come here at night!” Jimin exclaimed as he helped you up to your feet so you could dust off the sand that cling to your wet body. “I'm only here right now because you sent that stupid picture of the full moon!” 

The moon was always a fascination of yours, even if you knew how dangerous it was. Those creatures are powerful anytime of night, but during the full moon everyone knows their powers become almost more unearthly than they already are. You knew better, but the beach was so pretty at night and you knew to never get that close to the water. “Look, I'm sorry, but it felt real. It really felt like it was you.” 

“That's how they get you, they are able to shapeshift, if you ever listened to me i told you that. They can take the form of anyone they have never seen before, so do you know what that means?” Sudden realization hit you, those things have been watching you for god knows how long. Long enough to pick up on details specifically about you! Your fascination with the moon and the water, even the idea that you know about them. You've been coming to the beach for a long time so it's untelling just how much these things know about the two of you. “Y/s when i ask you this you have to be completely honest with me, alright” 

You sucked your teeth as you shook your head slightly, “What jimin? Can't we talk about this on the walk back home?” you didn't want to spend another minute next to that water right now. That thing almost got you, it almost lured you into the deep waters never to be seen again. 

“Did you let it kiss you, hell y?n, did it get any of your blood on it?” you stared at him dumbfounded, of course it didn't kiss you he threw a fishing net around your body and drug you back to shore before it could even get its lips a centimeter closer to yours. “You gotta tell me the truth.” 

“Of course it didn't kiss me, the only thing I got is rope burns from you tangling me up like I was the damn catch of the day!” You threw your hands up defeated, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to go home and rest. Forget this night ever happened. Jiomin eyebrow raised as he swiped his rough thumb across your chin, it felt like sandpaper was rubbing on an open wound. He held his finger up and showed the crimson liquid that was fainting staining his fingertips. “Oh god,” 

“Oh god is right dumbass, that thing knows the scent of your blood now, And if you ever go back to that water it's gonna make sure you end up on the bottom of the ocean floor.” Jimin wiped the blood on his shots as he wrapped you up in his jacket. “I need to go ask my dad what can they do know that it has the scent of your blood.: 

“As long as I don't go near the water it can't do much can it?” The worry was evident in your voice and it made Jimin's features soften. The hair on the back of you next was started to stand up as if it knew you were still on that things radar. “You're not answering me and it's really starting to freak me out!” 

“I wanna say it should freak you out, because i told you a thousand times you needed to stay away from the water but as usual you never want to listen! Bit i'm just worried because my dad told me along time ago if so called merfolk get your blood it's like a blood tie,” 

You rubbed a rough hand down your face as you stared at him. He can call it a blood tie all he wants, but that doesn't do anything when you want him to explain whatever the hell that is. “How about you stop treating this like a big" I told you so” moment and tell me what the hell is gonna happen to me!” 

His paced quicken as he wanted up the start of the house and he ushered you in, “it's like a soul bond now, that thing is gonna torture you psychology until it compels you to go back to the water. It's gonna make you see things that aren't there, and it can manipulate water so anytime you're around it it's gonna know. It’s almost gonna be jealous that you're not in the water with it.” 

“Your dad has studied these things since we were little kids, he has to know of a way to stop it, or at least make it so that i'm not compelled to go on anymore late night walks to my doom!” 

“I swear i'll call him, but for right now go take a shower, and before you get scared im gonna stay right down the hall so i'll hear you, but that sand is killing me.” Jimin gave you a soft shove through the bathroom door, he left it open with just a crack so he'd be there in a heartbeat if he heard anything. This was all new to him no matter how much he didn't want to admit that. The countless times his father would set him down and describe the dangers of the water, Jimin having only one thought on his mind, would let all the information flow through one ear and out the other. A heavy sigh passed through his li[ps as he stared at the worn out books on the shelf. Each chapter is filled with his father's annotations on all the subjects. Everything was colored coded, as his father was still figuring out all of the information that he could on the topic. 

Green, he knows anything and everything there is to know about that subject, Yellow, his grasp was not as good on those concepts as they were with the green color coded notes. Finally, red for the things that are still not in his realm of knowledge at this time. Thankfully the color red was scary, but that does not mean the color was not used. Jimin just prayed whatever knowledge that was unlearned was not the answers to the questions he has racing through his mind right now. The thought of going to his father was heavy on his mind, but he knew that it would come down to a lecture that Jimin was not prepared for. He could have been helping you this whole time had he just listened for a few minutes when he was first getting told all of the information that filled these books. Now in order to help you he has to sit down and make sure that he learns all he can before he could potentially lose his best friend. The heavy thud of the book etched in the house as he slammed it against the wooden table, time is not on his side and he might have bitten off more than he can chew. 

Steam filled the small bathroom as you let the warm water wash away the sand that still littered your body. It was all a stupid mistake you should've never made, and you know that. But for some reason it doesn't feel like a mistake. Going to that beach felt like the right thing to do, seeing that thing was the only thing on your mind. With so many questions racing through your troubled mind, you tried to think of reasonable answers for them. How the hell did he look just like jimin, how did the thing even talk like him? Standing on the shore it felt like you two belonged there, he was warm and counting almost. In the water it was a different story, h8e turned cold and demonic almost, but that was where most of the dangerous creatures lurk. In the dark and cold there was almost no one willing to go, yet you went. You were vulnerable and it knows that. Maybe you were just an easy target, standing at the edge of the shoreline,hypnotized by the moon's beautiful glow. You were the perfect target. 

“Why am I so stupid?” You huffed as you dragged the soap down your body. The sweet smelling bubbles gave your mind something else to wonder too. The rose scent soap was a nice change from the salty air that was lingering in your nostril. Even in the warmth of the steamy shower something felt odd, like a cold hand smoothly gliding itself up your spine. Those nails felt familiar and before you knew itr it felt like daggers were digging into the base of your spine. The nails themselves felt like they pierced through the skin and hooked themselves directly to your bones. Sharp shooting pain made you drop to your knees in the bathtub. The soon warm water was slowly gaining heat, Steam was filling the room making it even harder to breathe with hook like fingernails keeping you trapped against the floor. Your mouth opened to scream fro jimin in the kitchen, but nothing was coming out, 

Even with all your strength mustered up, your body physically couldn't release any sound. The skin on your back was burning hot as the water continued to beat down upon it. They felt like razor blades digging deeper and deeper into your skin. The skin on your back was becoming raw with all the scoldering heat that was being thrown at it. Soft whispers were heard over the booming sound of the water. The voice was slowly getting louder and louder in your ear. 

“Go back to the water with me” You tried to keep your breathing slowly, but it wasn't working. You were hyperventilated and there was no sound. No one could hear you, but you could hear everything. The voice sounded as if it was echoing out of the tiled walls. It felt like it was getting closer and closer to the point that you felt like you could feel the things lips against the shell of your ear. Just as you felt like you were about to pass out from heat exhaustion the curtain of the shower ripped open. At that moment you felt like your world was ending. The creature was back. 

There it was standing tall as it stared at your pitiful form at the bottom of the floor. Its head tilted once more and he leaned in eye to eye with you. Those dark eyes once again staring holes right through yours. Its sharp teeth grinning and glowing just like it in the moonlight. Just as it was standing in the light you could see all around you the lights themselves were starting to dim, the dimmer they got the closer the creature came to you. The slower it bent down to its knees you could feel your heart start racing even more. 

The tension in the air was slowly suffocating you, what was it about to do? You couldn't do anything besides shut your eyes and pray this was all a nightmare, but you were helpless. “Don't you wish you had listened to me?” That soft sweet voice held a tint of malice that made your stomach churn with uneasiness. You knew it was mimicking Jimin, and all of the sudden realization struck within your core. That thing was listening all along, from the moment you left the beach to the moment you stepped one foot into the house. Everything in your body was telling you to run, get help, but you couldn't. You were paralyzed with fear and the piercing pain in your back that made you unable to move. 

You clenched your eyes shut as hard as they would go, and you felt the bathroom air grow cold. The steam was dissipating as if any warmth was being sucked by the creature, but the pain was growing more unbearable the longer you resisted to look into its eyes. You could feel the creature's hungry smile as he leaned his head down, its lips brushing against your ear. 

“All you had to do was stay away from the water tonight, but I knew you wouldn’t.” 

That sentence made everything crystal clear, this thing knew you. It knew you would go to see just how beautiful the moon looked at night. It acted as if it knew every little detail about you. It's like it was lurking in not only the dark part of the water, but the dark parts of your mind. This is what jimin warned you about, the blood tie effects were starting. But just as the dark presence felt as if it was about to swallow you whole there was a sudden burst of light. It was Jimin standing in the doorway with a flashlight shining at you. Within a second he was rushing to your side kneeling at the tub. The creature hissed loudly as its body glitched and construed in the lights. Disappearing within the same instant that it had appeared. 

“Y/n are you okay!” That wasn't his voice, but the other worldly voice that was just with you. The creature was still with you, lurking in your mind. Its hold on you still stood firmly as you were unable to move from your current state. You could still hear the faint whispers faint but unmistakable as it loomed around.  

“Y/n! Answer me!” there it was, that soft voice you knew was his. His hand merely touching your shoulder made you flinch as you were still disoriented from the encounter. 

“im..im fine,” You gave a half hearted smile to your best friend. His brow was raised in question as he was wondering what was going on. Truth be told you didn't know what was going on, but if the creature was willing to do all of this to scare you, you knew the game had just begun. It had tasted your blood and you knew deep down it wasn't going to stop until it finally had you back within its grasp.  

You gripped Jimin's shoulder tightly as he held a firm yet gentle grasp on your arm. After all of this you knew this wasn't about the water anymore, this was simile about surviving and finally the key to breaking the bond between you and the creature. 

“From now on you need to stay away from the water.” Jimin tried to state it firmly, but you could still hear the fear in his voice, “I'm being serious, this thing is playing games, but i don't know exactly what game it's playing.” 

You nodded as you nudged your head towards the towel behind him. Jimin doesn't understand, but you do. That creature has its hooks within you, if anything you know the compelling urge to get back to the water is gonna be stronger than ever. And you know until you find the answers you're looking for that thing is going to wait, and watch for the perfect time to strike, and you're scared you're not gonna be ready for air. What if at the end of all of this that creature gets its wish? 

“Should I even ask what those marks are on your back?” 

It was an innocent question and you knew that, but you couldn't help but flinch at it. It was making your heart pound as Jimin's voice sliced through  the thick tensen. All of these marks on your body were not just physical mounds but remnants reminding you just how much of a hold that creature had on you. After everything you had hoped the water would wash away any remnants if the creature, but you could know seen the bonded was forged deeper than you expected it to be. 

“It's nothing,” You lied through your teeth and you knew Jimin always knew when you were lying. The mark from the creatures, and the burns from the creature were more than just marks, but you knew the impression they had left was something deeper than you could explain to him. You were ready to admit that these were something real, no matter how much you didn't want to. Letting Jimin know that you were terrified was not something you could bring yourself to do right now.  

“I can see it in your eyes, y/n, i know you're lying,” His hesitant hand brushed the small of your back where the marks were embedded into your skin. Out of shock your body flinched and you felt him tract his hand within the second. Your skin was still raw and tender from what happened. “I promise i'm not going to hurt you.” 

You didn't mean to scare him, but this was becoming too real. Your mind was in a constant turmoil. Everything felt as if it was amplified, the hushed whispered from before, to the robotic voice that sounded like Jimin. “I promise it's nothing, but let's just focus on figuring out how to fix this.” 

Jimin knew he didn't want to push any further, but he was just worried. He pushed a heavy sigh from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I know..but I just don't know what to do right now.” His hands rubbed small circles on your shoulders and he pulled you into a hug, “Y/n you're my best friends, i just can't stand the thought of losing you.” 

You sighed as you squeezed him tight, you don't know what to do either. That creature had physically marked you, taste for your blood seemingly growing at this point. This was all beginning to get too real, and you didn't know if you were gonna be able to protect yourself alone. 

“You've known me my whole life, I'm not backing down without a fight,” You playfully patted his back as you tried to lighten the mood. You needed to seem reassuring to both of you. “But you have to promise me that you're going to help me beat this.” 

You pulled back from the hug and you could see the determination, with a hint of worry in Jimin’s eyes. “I promise we will get through this together. No matter what.” 

His hopeful tone felt like a  drastic difference from the horrific situation, but you knew deep down this wasn't going to be easy. That creature was already plotting its next move, and you two had to be ready. No matter what.

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

JK left Budapest, flew to Tokyo for a CK event and the media didn't know? It shows once again that he/they can move without anyone noticing. JK once said "there's always a way". They/he will find ways to stay private and do their thing.

[the-djarin-clan]

[violetsiren90]

Blame Me: Chapter 1 | Jungkook/Reader

Pairing: artist!freespirit!Jungkook/noona!f!Reader

Genre: Best friend's younger brother; slow burn; friends to lovers; eventual romance; eventual smut; neighbors/childhood friends au; forbidden(ish) love; summer love.

Summary: Upon returning to your hometown after breaking off your engagement to your boyfriend of three years, you reconnect with your childhood bestfriend as you attempt to put the pieces of your life back togethe r. It seems like nothing has changed in the sleepy little town until your bestie's younger brother returns home from college - very, very grown. As the summer stretches on, the stakes get higher - can you play with fire without getting burned, or have you ignited a flame that won't be extinguished?

Chapter Warnings: All my fics are 18+ (minors, dni); allusions to an unhappy home environment/neglect; descriptive scenes of shared meals (the characters will eat together a lot in this fic, as it is part of a family dynamic); mentions of promiscuity made in jest; the accidentally-in-bed-together trope; brief panic attack symptoms; MC has some issues with guilt and feeling like a burden

Updates: When I can! Life has been crazy lately.

Author's note: This is so incredibly late in coming, and I really struggled with it for whatever reason (the initial inspo was there and then it just wasn't coming) but I am still excited to tell this story and thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to read it!

*Inspired by "Blame Me" by Monsta X 💕

In case no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️ 💜

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You watched the shiny white Tesla that had been your Uber grow smaller and smaller down the long shady stretch of Tiger Lily Lane. You stood on the sidewalk, behind you the warm asphalt of the road and long shadows of the tall, sprawling elms, and before you your childhood home. It was a little grey house with a blue door and white trim, kitchen windows like jovial eyes, curved at the top, staring out over a lawn overrun with crabgrass and lined with bushes of pale pink roses that grew flush with the unpainted picket fence. The porch swing was beginning to show signs of rust, but the two little hanging pots of azaleas that flanked it on either side were blooming and bright. The windows and flowers seemed to loudly stare out into the street,  assuring neighbors and passersby of a happy home, but you knew better. 

You shifted your duffel bag on your shoulder and sighed. You weren't ready to go in. The house into which your family had moved when you were in the third grade had never really been a home to you. In fact, it had been a place you had left. By choice. Granted you had paid the occasional visit, by choice. Because visits were temporary. This wasn't a visit - and the moment you walked through those doors, you would be shutting forever a chapter of your life in which, as stormy as it had been in recent days, had rescued you from the one before it.

An ugly feeling that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach since the pilot had announced that your plane was starting its decent was making itself well known as you stood outside the gate of house number 9195.

A voice snapped you out of your nauseated reverie, and as you turned to see its owner, new feelings washed over you. Better ones. In the lawn of 9197 Tiger Lily Lane stood a pretty, slim young woman with a sharply cut, silky black bob. Her catlike dark eyes were bright and intense, her face bare but lovely, and her clothes simple but strikingly presentable.

    "Y/n!" she called again, her arms extended with open palms in a gesture of embrace and inquisition.

    "Jiah!" you shouted, dropping your duffel with a thud and jogging into the ungated yard where she stood.

    No sooner were you within arm's reach than she pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you from side to side as she pressed out of you, along with all the air in your lungs, a muffled laugh. Suddenly grasping you by the shoulders, she jerked you back so she could look at you. You grabbed her arms to steady yourself, continuing to gasp out bursts of laughter as you protested.

"Jiah, hold on! Woah! I'm gonna fall!"

    "Who cares about that! I haven't seen you since...oh my god, since the summer we finished undergrad, I think? How are you? Are you going to be in town for a few days?"

You looked back over your shoulder to where two bulging suitcases stood beside your abandoned duffel, then back to Jiah's inquisitive gaze.

    "It's gonna be more than a few days, Ji."

    She squeezed your shoulder as she cocked her head to the side.

    "Wait, are you moving back?"

    You mustered a weary, uncertain smile.

    "Surprise!" you offered weakly. Her smile faded, lips drawing into a pensive purse.

    "You haven't even been in there yet, have you?" she asked gravely, her eyes searching yours, hand still on your shoulder. You shook your head, lowering your gaze groundward. She sighed.

    "Alright, c'mon," she said suddenly, marching toward your pile of luggage.

    She grabbed the duffel and tossed it at you, wheeling the other two bags up the driveway behind her.

    "You're coming with me for now. We have some catching up to do."

You didn't protest as you followed her over the threshold of the Jeon household for the first time in a long while.

    Linen. Every house has its very own unique scent - one that draws you into its aura, for good or ill, and wraps you in all of the memories and feelings it has afforded you; it can take you back to a moment in time, and who you were in that moment, unmistakable and fleeting - a smoke ring of a portal to a previous reality. Jiah's house smelled like linen. And lilacs? Something floral, but even more delicate.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as you stood just inside the door. The sick feeling in your stomach began to shrink. Every muscle in your body began to soften. You could hear the laughter of years ago. You could feel the bubbly schoolgirl giddiness of slumber parties under forts of sheets. Movie nights with cartons of takeout. Summer afternoons laying in the grass and tossing lazy wishes up at puffy white clouds. 

    "Y/n? Have you even been listening to me?"

You opened your eyes and blinked at Jiah, who was standing in front of you with two bottles of grapefruit IPA and a look of mild annoyance.

    "Sorry," you offered with a sheepish smile, slipping off your shoes, and traded the duffel in your right hand for one of the beers in answer to the question you had missed.

You followed her into the living room and plopped down next to her on a pretty white couch you didn't recognize, taking a long, wheaty swig from your bottle. She folded her legs up under herself and turned toward you, fixing you with earnest, expectant eyes. You raised an eyebrow quizzically.

    "Well, aren't you gonna tell me?" she pressed.

You smiled to yourself. Always so direct, Jeon Jiah. Even with half a decade stretching between this moment and the last you spent together, things were the very same. You were the Libra - the dramatic, messy one. The one with a heart full of dreams and a head in the clouds. She was the Capricorn with the strong sense of direction and the practical perspective. You always seemed to be in a quandary and she never failed to have a hard take on the situation. You sighed, taking another long sip of beer.

    "Have we really talked at all since freshman year of undergrad?" Jiah shook her head.

    While you had fought like hell to get out of Bellpond - even if it meant chasing your father's dreams of law school instead of your own - Jiah, who desperately wanted to join you in New York, had set aside her own longings to attend a local college while helping the family store survive the recession. Telling her the truth of what happened was going to be painful. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to transcend the assumption that what you were about to say would let her down.

    "It was a guy, wasn't it?"

You shot wide eyes up at her, mouth agape at her sudden interjection. 

"What?" she pressed with a shrug as she sipped her own beverage,

"That's always what it is with you."

    You blinked, trying to form some sort of protest while failing to find any evidence in memory to counter her claims. You settled for a rueful smile and a huff. 

    "I guess I always have had pretty terrible taste in men," you conceded.

    "Pretty terrible?" she pushed, her face pinching into a comically overt censoriousness. "It's like your number one turn-on is red flags!"

    "Hey!" you rebutted, launching yourself at her shoulder in a playful shove, and sloshing her beer in the process.

You froze in panic as she glanced down at her dampened cardigan, and then at you.

    "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

You jumped up and backed away, holding your hands outstretched in front of you as she stood up and slowly and menacingly advanced toward you. 

    "This is my favorite sweater," she hissed in a whisper.

    "Jiah, I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!" you whined, manic laughter punctuating your words as you backed around the coffee table.

    "It has lady bugs on the bottom," she hissed again, eyes narrowing as she raised the right hem to gesticulate at the embroidered insects in question.

    "And they're very cute," you placated, hands still raised in self defense. "Look, I said I was - Aaahh!!"

    She lunged at you mid-sentence, and you shrieked, tripping over your own feet in an attempt to flee and you toppled, one after the other, in a heap on the plush carpet. Before you could find out if your friend was in fact as strong as she had been in high school, the front door swung open and a familiar voice filled the room.

    "Jeon Jiah, get up off the floor and help your imo with all these damn groceries! I had to - AHHHH!"

    You looked up at the figure in the door as she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. She was a petite bombshell of a woman in her early fifties, who, had you not known otherwise, you wouldn't have pegged for a day over forty. Bright and expertly executed makeup adorned her features - softer and rounder than Jiah's. Her permed dark hair was pulled up in a colorful bohemian wrap, and she wore compression pants, neon orange Nike's, and a crop top with a print of Joan Jett flipping the bird. She had dropped the bags of citrus and apples she had been carrying, sending the fruits rolling across the floor.

    "Aebeolle!" She shrieked, running forward, and bending down to pull you up by your armpits into a half-stand so she could crush you in a hug. 

    "Rosie!" You propped yourself up on your knees so that you could wrap your arms around the tiny woman's middle.

    Imo to her niece and nephew, she was Rosie to everyone else. While Jiah's mother had been the responsible one, staying out of trouble, and working in the family store after school, Rosie had been the wild child. Smart as a whip but with no patience for the system, Rosie had dropped out of high school at seventeen and jumped on a tour bus the following summer as the groupie of a grunge band. She hadn't looked back until Christmas Eve of 1999, when her whole world was shattered by a phone call.

She had taken the next flight back to the hometown she had promised to never set foot in again so that by Christmas morning she could have her niece and nephew in wrapped her arms. She left behind her life in the fast lane to take over running the Jeon's store and raise her sister's kids in their family home. 

She had been there for you, too. On those nights you climbed out of your window, a backpack slung over your shoulder stuffed with clothes and a toothbrush, to tap softly on their front door. On the following mornings she had filled your stomach with warm, hearty dakjuk and fluffy slices of milk bread, and let you watch cartoons as she worked out the knots clinging to your neglected hair. She offered the warmest hugs, the softest words of direction, and the loudest cheers of praise. She had always called you "aebeolle" which was Korean for "caterpillar", and she had always given you the nurture you needed to survive. If she hadn't, you weren't sure where you would have come by it.

    "What are you doing here? You finally paying us a visit?" she asked, clapping her hands to your cheeks.

    "She was about to tell me about how some guy wrecked her life. Again."

Jiah interjected, earning herself a smack on the shoulder.

    "Jiah, you brat!" Rosie chided, as she helped you to your feet.

She glanced up at you through fake lashes.

"You really do have the worst taste in men, though."

    You sighed in defeat.

    "Ugh, you two," you blustered, "Where is Jungkook when I need backup?"

    "Headed this way, for the summer, actually," Rosie remarked as she collected the fruit strewn across the floor.

    "So he decided to slum it, huh?" Jiah huffed, "I thought he was going to Ontario, or wherever the heck that last girl he met at that festival was from."

    Rosie shrugged, shaking her head with a smile.

    "I've lost track," she chuckled.

    You blinked.

    "Wait, wait, wait...are we talking about the same person?" You asked, holding a hand up in disbelief. "Jungkook. Your little brother. Tiny. Shy as hell. Looks like the weight of his head is gonna topple him over. Bunny rabbit teeth....is a lady's man?"

    "Well, not strictly," Rosie hummed, hoisting a bag of produce onto the counter. "His sophomore year in Paris there was that one guy...what was his name?"

    "Taehyung," Jiah offered, shedding her sweater and draining her beer.

    "Right, right," Rosie nodded. "I liked him. Too bad."

    Your mouth hung open. Jiah wrinkled her nose.

    "You're gonna catch flies that way," she remarked sardonically. 

    "I...I just cannot believe what I'm hearing. Jungkook. In my mind he will forever be the tiny gremlin I have to keep bailing out of trouble."

    Rosie smiled. Jiah scoffed.

    "Well, he's still a gremlin, if you ask me," she sniffed, chucking the beer bottles in the recycling bin.

    "When does he get back?" You asked.

Rosie shook her head as she divided the groceries between the cupboards and the fridge.

    "He's on his bike so, barring any unexpected stops - which are definitely not out of the picture - he should be here in the next couple of days. Probably by the weekend."

    You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the newly acquired image of you and Jiah's childhood tag-a-long. Rosie approached you with a picture pulled up on her phone.

    "Look at him," she said with a smile, sliding the device into your hand.

    You blinked at the picture on the screen. There he stood - much taller than you remembered - a girl under each arm, filling out a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank, and an ascot. A fringe brushed the tops of his eyes, while the top half of his dark waves were bound back in a little bun. His right arm was covered in tattoos. He was grinning from ear to ear, with that same toothy smile you had committed to memory.

   "That's just crazy," you murmured, shaking your head, before handing Rosie's phone back to her. 

    "He's going to be thrilled to see you. I think he has a lot of happy memories from when you three were kids just banging around town together," Rosie remarked as she continued to sort the groceries.

    You smiled to yourself. You certainly did. You glanced at your bags by the door.

    "I guess I should get going," you murmured without conviction.

    "Not yet, not until I've fed you," Rosie responded, not skipping a beat as she began to pile the ingredients for bibimbap on the kitchen island.

You smiled to yourself. Rosie to the rescue, as always.

    "Okay, if you're gonna twist my arm," you sighed dramatically as you pulled up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island, followed by Jiah who grabbed the carrots and a peeler.

    You reached for a huge zucchini squash and knife. Jiah shot you some side-eye.

    "You're not getting out of telling us about the big debacle, you know. Time to 'fess up."

    "Yep, spill," Rosie concurred as she prepped the rice cooker.

    You heaved another sigh. Might as well get it over with, you thought. But for some reason, the words stuck in your throat, unable to come out. You looked at your hands, shaking as they tried to steady the knife over the squash. You couldn't do this. Not right now. Not yet.

    You let the knife clatter to the cutting board and scrubbed your hands over your face. 

    "Y/n?" Jiah asked, leaning over to look at you, "Are you okay?"

    You drew your hands from your face and looked up at her with tired eyes. She and Rosie had traded their teasing glances for expressions of concern. You gripped the edge of the counter to stop your stupid hands from trembling.

    "It's really not a fun story, you guys," you said slowly, trying your best to sound casual, "You're not missing out."

    Rosie reached over the kitchen island to clasp your hands.

    "No worries, aebeolle. We can talk about it some other time. For now, just stick to slicing up this zucchini and forget about that other one!"

    She shot you a wink as she cracked open a tupperware of marinated beef.

    "Imo! My god!" Jiah protested with a grimace as you and Rosie burst into a fit of giggles.

    It was all laughter and shots of soju and teasing Jiah about being a prude until you were gathered around the table with steaming bowls of goodness in front of you. Rosie closed her eyes and threw up rock-on signs with both hands.

    "May Stevie Nicks bless this food," she murmured before snapping up her chopsticks to snag a mandu and pop it into her mouth.

    You took a heaping bite of bibimbap, your whole body relaxing as the flavors and warmth returned you to a simpler time. Another wave of nostalgia washed over you as images of three little hungry kids fighting over the last piece of fried chicken replaced the scene before you. Your eyes wandered to the empty chair beside Rosie. There was a missing piece in the picture of comfort you had always found in the Jeon residence - a missing piece in the shape of round head bearing a pair of giant doe eyes that would light up when he'd win and water-up when he'd lose, and little short legs that ran faster than the longer ones, and a bright smile that was all innocence and central incisors.

You smiled fondly as long-dormant memories continued to appear like little spring flowers of the mind. Jungkook had perfectly completed your little trio, because though Jiah was your best friend, you and he had always understood each other in a way that came so easily. You didn't mind that everything brought him to tears, or that he invested himself so earnestly in even the smallest of his joys. You also didn't find it annoying that he wanted to tag along with the big kids, or that he hated being called a baby despite practically demanding to be treated as one. You knew in a way Jiah would only later realize that he was caught between wanting to grow up too quickly and not at all. It was the same battle between longings that waged war in your own heart, along with so many others who in some way had to raise themselves.

    "How's the oi muchim?" Rosie's question roused you from your reverie.

    "Amazing, like everything," you answered, waving your chopsticks over the spread of banchan.

    "I made it a little spicier this time," the older woman said, sampling the cucumbers again herself. "Trying to get these staples just right before the new place opens."

    "New place? Another store?" You asked, helping yourself to more sukju namul. 

    Rosie's eyes shone, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she gave her answer.

    "A restaurant, actually."

    Your jaw dropped.

    "You're finally doing it!?"

    Rosie leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, nodding at her niece.

    "It's all Jiah's doing. She's taking care of all the logistics, I'm just figuring out the menu."

    "Well, if you need help, I'm in between gigs at the moment," you added eagerly.

    Rosie clapped her hands and wiggled in her chair.

    "We would love the help! We've only just started hiring some staff. So far there's one person to wait tables and someone running the kitchen."

    Jiah let out a huff. You quirked an eyebrow in her direction, and she appraised you with a look of wistful discouragement.

    "Too bad you can't cook, or I'd boot him out tomorrow."

    "Who?"

    "The chef," she sneered.

    "Speaking of, Jiah-ie," Rosie remarked over the food in her cheek, "How is Seokjin doing these days?"

The older woman chewed back a poorly concealed smirk as she glanced up at her niece, whose lips curled scornfully.

    "One day, I'll kill him, I swear," she grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth as if she was punishing it with every bite.

You glanced over at your friend, then at Rosie, who wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her glass.

    "Seokjin...not Kim Seokjin?" you asked. 

    "Yeeeeep," Jiah affirmed bitterly.

    "He's a cook?"

    Rosie nodded.

    "And darn good at it. The only thing he's better at is pissing off this one right here," she remarked with a smirk as she gestured toward her glowering niece.

  You smiled to yourself as Jiah started off on what would likely be a lengthy rant at the young man's expense. Seokjin, or Jin, as he was more commonly known, had attended the same small high school as you and Jiah. In a body of four-hundred students, everyone had played a well-known role - and while she had been the straight-laced valedictorian, he was the class clown. Natural enemies who found the other beyond comprehension, the bulk of the ire had always been on Jiah's side, while Jin had seemed to find her as amusing as he did inexplicable. The concept of the two of them attempting to run a business together was the stuff of sitcoms.

His ongoing feud with Jiah notwithstanding, it didn't really surprise you that he had tucked himself into the Jeons' life. His father owned most of the agricultural land in the surrounding area, and with his older brother having been slated since birth to take over the family empire, Jin had enjoyed a freedom of direction that found him often seeking out the phenomenon of being needed...and people always needed a laugh. But laughter is momentary, and Rosie, having the heart for strays that she did, always provided something more permanent.

    "So now we're probably going to have to keep Jungkook at the store, because you know how they get when they're together," Jiah tiraded on.

    "They don't get along anymore?" you asked, a bit crestfallen at the thought. 

    "The opposite," Rosie chuckled, "You put them in the same room and those dorks turn into a couple of puppies. They broke the back screen door roughhousing last Chuseok. Plowed right through it."

    You snickered at the thought.

    "But Jungkook is darn well gonna contribute while he's here," your friend asserted as she stood to clear the table, still on her agenda about the restaurant launch, "Not just cruise around finding pretty people to sketch between make-out sessions."

    Rosie waved a hand dismissively.

    "He's always willing to pitch in. But it's summer, and he's young, so don't you go all drill sergeant on him." 

     Jiah scoffed.

    "Sure, it's summer, but there's a lot to get done between now and opening, and -"

    "AND," Rosie interrupted, "I expect you to have some fun as well, young lady! Especially now that Y/n is back. You two better do a decent amount of carousing."

    "Carousing?" Jiah asked with a grimace, directing horrified eyes in your direction.

    You let out another laugh.

    "She's got a point, Rosie. I don't think anyone has caroused in quite some time."

    Rosie rolled her eyes, crossing to the sink and running the tap.

    "Well," she rejoined, undeterred, "Whatever it is they're calling it these days, you two better be doing plenty of it! Give your imo some fun to live through vicariously, why don't you?"

    Jiah shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

    "And, you," she said, pointing a sudsy wooden spoon in your direction, "Should just stay here for the night. Take Jungkook's room. Then you can rest and be ready for...you know. Tomorrow."

    You accepted the invitation with very little hesitation. It was a relief, and Rosie knew. She had always known. You shot a text to excuse your absence that you doubted was actually necessary and lugged your things down the hall and into the last bedroom on the left.

    The rest of the night was spent stuffed onto the little couch with bowls of ice cream while the three of you shrieked and slapped each other's arms and kick your feet watching reruns of The Golden Girls. It was nearly midnight by the time you slipped under the sheets of the full-sized mattress in the smallest bedroom.

    Though your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you couldn't help but glance around at the walls and shelves, filled with scented candles, and action figures, Polaroids, and an incredible number of charcoal and graphite sketches. There were drawings of buildings, trees, cars, and people. And though there was little variation in color, the vitality and emotion that sparked along each line drew you from piece to piece. Your eyes drifted over a particular drawing - a girl's lower face - the tip of a nose, lips slightly parted, and her chin tilting upward. It might have been the delirium of your tired mind, but something about it seemed familiar. You stretched for a recollection just out of reach as you slipped past memory and into slumber.

    Weight. The first thing you registered as your mind began to again become aware of its physical trappings was a heaviness. At first your hazy consciousness likened it to blankets, then to the heaviness of a sleep without dreams...safety...security...

    And then something brushed the skin of your stomach under your shirt, drawing a hum out of you as your eyes fluttered open, and what they saw had you frozen in place. An arm. A large, muscular arm covered in dark ink was snaked around your waist, hand slipped under the hem of your sleep tee.

    Fight or flight mode suddenly triggered, you snapped up and pushed yourself away from the body attached to the limb, letting out a shout as you kicked your legs, and only catching a glimpse of dark hair and grey sweatpants as the intruder rolled off the bed and hit the carpet with a loud thud. You jumped off the other side of the bed before you could think, tangling your legs in sheets that brought you tumbling down onto your ass. Before you could thrash free of the bedding, a groaning figure peered with large, dark eyes from the other side of the bed. Dark, wild waves framing his sleepy head like a halo, and wide, round eyes still bleary with sleep, the young man passed tattooed hand over his mouth to wipe the remnants of drool away as he blinked at you from across the room.

    "J...Jungkook?!" you choked out in surprise and confusion, struggling to your feet.

    "You kicked me..." he groaned, his features taking on an injured look as he stooped to rub his thigh.

    "Why...when..."

    "Imo told me to wake you up for breakfast," he pouted.

You scrubbed your hands over your eyes. Same damn baby-faced expression. Huge, bulky man. With tattoos...and a lip ring? This Pokémon had leveled up. Maybe twice. And that was all your brain could register as your heart rate descended from two hundred beats per minute and the heavy fog of an interrupted sleep cycle began to dissipate. You tossed the sheet back onto the bed, and as your eyes flicked back to his face you noticed his had dropped a little lower. Registering with horror that you were in a thin cotton nightshirt with nothing underneath, you snatched up the sheet again, clutching it to your chest. What the fuck was happening?

    "Rosie told you to wake me up, so you decided to spoon me?" You asked incredulously as your embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation.

    Jungkook's eyes widened as they flew up to yours, seemingly caught off guard by the edge in your tone.

    "No, noona...it wasn't like that!" he said, standing to his full height, his brow creasing defensively.

    He was pretty fucking tall. His white tee and grey sweats did little to hide the fact that he was also pretty fucking big. Exasperated by these unbidden acknowledgements that had your brain buffering, you snapped a little again.

    "Then what was it like? You had your hand up my shirt, Kook!" 

    Your voice had unintentionally softened at his nickname, and he caught it, biting back a grin as you hugged the sheet over you just a little more snugly. 

    "It was kind of your fault, noona," he smirked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. 

    You shot him a quizzical and unamused look.

    "I came in here to wake you up and you pulled me into bed. You kept calling me someone else's name...and..." he giggled, "'Baby', and you kept insisting we sleep for just five more minutes."

    You gaped at him in horror.

     "You pulled my arm over you," he continued, now a bit smugly, "And I had literally just woken up, so...being so comfy...well, I guess I fell back to sleep with you."

    You could feel the heat in your face. You had a history of pretty intense sleep talking, but you hadn't experienced it to that extent in years. You considered that you must have slept deeply as you stammered your apology.

    "Oh my god, Jungkook...I'm so sorry - that's horrifying - I didn't mean to..." 

    The younger man just laughed in response, breaking into his signature luminous smile. His eyes glimmered.

    "Didn't mean to steal my bed, demand cuddles, and then beat the heck out of me?"

    You let out a sigh.

    "Sorry."

He nodded, a little smile still tugging at his lips.

    "I accept your apology for the bruises...but not the cuddles. Those were nice."

    He threw a wink over his shoulder as he headed for the door, and you tossed a pillow and a string of expletives after him as he jogged, giggling, toward the kitchen. Still flustered and a bit thrown, you changed into real clothes before joining the others in the breakfast table. Rosie was placing mayak eggs alongside the piles of bacon and pancakes as you pulled out a chair next to Jiah.

    "You slept well! You must have been exhausted," Rosie remarked, handing you a mug of coffee.

    "Yeah, must have," Jungkook quipped with a smirk as he snagged three strips of bacon.

    You shot him a warning look as you stabbed demonstratively into a stack of pancakes, but his grin only deepened.

    "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until the weekend," you addressed him coolly.

    "Mm," he took a sip of orange juice. "I actually wasn't really supposed to be back until next week. I expected to head north to see a friend but she ended up being out of town, so I just came straight back."

    "A friend, huh?" Jiah crooned patronizingly, as she twirled a fork in his direction.

    Her brother nodded.

    "The same one you were talking to on the phone very loudly when you came in last night?"          

Jungkook scrunched his nose, sticking out the tip of his tongue in her direction.

    "Wow," she drawled, "How very adult of you. And for the record, friends don't call each other 'baby'."

    Jungkook snickered, glancing at you again before he mumbled, "Some friends do..."

    "So, Jiah - " you practically shouted, as you turned toward her in a desperate bid to change the topic of conversation, "You gonna show me the new place today, or what?"

    "The restaurant? If you let her drag you out there, she'll put you to work and you'll never be seen again," Jungkook hummed over an entire egg that he had pocketed in his cheek, casting teasing eyes up at his sister, who smiled back wickedly.

    "You know, Kookie, it's just so good to have you home! We needed someone who puts in those gym hours to do a bit of the heavy lifting." 

    Jungkook flashed another smile, puffing his chest and massaging his pectorals as Jiah feigned a gag.

    You chuckled, and Jungkook grinned as he tucked into his pancakes.

    Watching the two of them bicker and catch up, you realized that things felt a bit more whole again - familiar, if different. You considered that maybe the three of you could all fall back into stride. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.

    After breakfast you gathered your things to head next door. You tried to slip out quietly, to avoid Rosie stalling you any further, but Jungkook caught you as he was coming around from the garage, an oil towel in his grease-stained hands.

    "You leaving?" he asked with a tinge of disappointment.

    "I can't over-stay my welcome," you shrugged, smiling wryly.

    His face took on a serious expression.

    "You know you're always welcome here, yeah? It's good to have you back," he pressed earnestly.

    You nodded, touched because you knew he meant it and that the other two members of his family shared the same sentiment. Jungkook wiped his hands on the towel casting a look over at the house next door. 

    "You staying there?"

    You nodded. His brow creased and the corners of his mouth turned down.

    "Okay. You can come here whenever."

    "I know," you said softly.

    His eyes looked worried and uncertain. You dropped your bag and pulled him into a hug. 

    "It's so good to see you again, Jungkook-ah," you murmured, dropping your head against his chest.

    His arms squeezed around you in return. He had always preferred to talk with his body instead of his words. Every playful punch, or little shove, or squeeze of his hand carried a message. This one meant it was good to see you too.

    As you waved goodbye you counted the Jeons' welcome among your blessings - not everything you had left behind would be so welcome to recall. But, life hadn't left you with many choices. So you began the long walk to the house next door.

-End Chapter 1-

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Updated Masterlist

F- Fluff C- Comedy A- Angst S- Smut D- drama WC- Word Count

Drabbles

Long Days [f] - Choi Minho, WC 414

After a tiring day of training, you return home seeking comfort and hydration. A lighthearted conversation about wine leads to playful banter.

What A Talent [f] - Park Jimin, WC 622

Jimin has prepared a special performance for you in the senior semester talent show.

The Cold [a] - Yoongi, WC 119

In which you are breaking up with Min Yoongi. Or rather, he is breaking up with you.

What She Wants [a] - WC 126

Insecurities of the girl in the back.

Time With You [f] - Park Chanyeol, WC 700

Working in the summer camp kitchen was hectic but rewarding, with chaotic meal preparations and late-night cleanups.

Just In Time [s] - Jeon Jugkook, WC 669

When Jungkook had approached you with the idea of recording you during sex, you were very hesitant. It wasn’t everyday that he was so straightforward with his desires. However, all it took was a little work of the mouth at midnight to make you change your mind.

3 out of 5 [c,f] - Kim Taehyung, WC 237

In which you lose a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Operator [c] - Choi Seunghyun, WC 883

“Excuse me when I say this,” he says, as if your outburst never happened. “But your voice… sounds like my sex operator’s.”

Too Many Drinks [f] - Bang Yongguk, WC 313

Why is it that you could never have an enjoyable night out on the town without some random approaching you with sleazy pick-up lines?

Bad Girls Need To Be Punished [s] - Park Jimin, WC 510

Your peaceful morning quickly turns into an intoxicating dance of dominance and desire as Jimin’s touch ignites every inch of you. With a whispered challenge and an unrelenting grip, he pushes you to the edge, knowing exactly how to make you surrender—one slow, torturous moment at a time.

Sugar Baby AU [f] - Kim Namjoon + Joen Jungkook, WC 284

So I had this dream about BTSxSugar Baby Reader!AU and I had to write this because it was one of the dream drabbles that was so vivid i could almost feel it irl. 

Frustration [s] - Min Yoongi, WC 693

After a long, frustrating day, you return home to find your boyfriend peacefully napping on the couch, a stark contrast to your overwhelming stress. Deciding to wake him in a way that benefits you both, you turn frustration into intimacy, ensuring his awakening is anything but ordinary.

One-shots

Stay By Me [a] - Lee Jinki, WC 1,477

Your once-perfect relationship with Jinki has become unpredictable and strained. As tensions rise, you struggle to hold on to the love once shared.

Birthday Surprise [f] - Lee Tamin, WC 722

What started as an ordinary day quickly turned into an unforgettable celebration, complete with a heartfelt confession that would change everything.

Our Beginnings - WC 1,013

On the 9th day in Shawol Nation, all must visit the Historical Legend Wall to honor their past. When a curious young girl asks the gatekeeper why, she—and an unexpected audience—are drawn into the tale of Lord Shisus, Bi, and Boa, uncovering the origins of their people and the sacred rules that shape their world.

The Monster In My Head [f] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,499

You are haunted by a recurring dream that blurs the line between reality and nightmare, drawing you into the grasp of an enigmatic stranger with abyssal eyes and an unrelenting presence.

Everything Changed [s,a] 1 | 2

A seemingly innocent day with your best friend’s crush turns into a web of tangled emotions and blurred boundaries.

She Knows [s] - Zhang Yixing, WC 1,297

Zhang Yixing, a hardworking man deeply in love with his fiancé, returns home after a long day to find you indulging in a private moment of pleasure.

I Cant Believe It [c,s] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,908

It isn’t everyday that you meet someone so young, so childish, yet so… daddy. And for people like Alexa these kind of people are basically nonexistent. Or so she thought until Jeon Jungkook walked into her life. 

Why I Can't Sleep [f] - Jung Hoseok, WC 2,053

Struggling with overwhelming anxiety, you find yourself at Hoseok's door in the middle of the night, seeking comfort.

The Second Time | Alt Ending - [a,s] Jung Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite thing to see in the world is the smile on his girl’s face. A smile reserved for only him, and he would do anything to keep it there.

Stroke Of Luck [f] - Mark Tuan, WC 1,411

Working as the head stylist for Got7 could be tiring, but you always loved working with them. Especially for the mere fact that you could get close to Mark, if only for five minutes.

Take Care [a] - Giriboy, WC 4,553

“What has been your greatest motivation for success?” “I’d have to say, my greatest motivation has been my little rose. I actually have a song I’d like to sing for her.”

Long Term Pieces

Here & Now: History [a,d] Haitus

Chapters: One, Two Summary: Yoongi and Namjoon mysteriously disappear from their college campus one night, only to return two years later. Though they are unmistakably the same, something about them has changed—unnaturally so.

Internship Begets Rivalry [c,a] - Min Yoongi

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

[hikhinisia]

writing practice day one

Popularitas jungkook semakin meningkat dengan resminya ditunjung sebagai brand ambassador celvin kein, brand pakaian casual terkemuda dunia.

Ditunjuknya Joen Jungkook sebagai brand ambasador, penyanyi lagu "Seven" ini menaikan harga saham Celvin Klein sebanyak 20% terhitung dari awal tahun 2022. Tidak seperti bulan-bulan sebelumnya, di tahun 2021, CK juga mengalamani pasang surut harga saham sehingga membuatnya tidak stabil bahkan anjlok.

Seperti yang dilihat pada grafik di atas bahwa pada tengah tahun 2021 harga saham CK turun sebanyak 30% dari bulan sebelumnya dengan harga saham berkisar pada 83 triliun. Namun, pada awal tahun 2022 harga saham kembali meningkat menjadi 90 triliun seiring dampak JK pada penjualan CK di beberapa bulan tersebut. Peningkatan harga saham yang stabil in terus berlanjut seperti yang ditunjukkan pada grafik diatas.

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Jungkook's popularity increased after officially chosen to be a brand ambassador for Calvin Klein

Appointed as a brand ambassador, Joen Jung Kook, a singer for the song "Seven" has increased Calvin Klein's stock price to 20% counting since the beginning of 2022. unlike several months ago, in 2021, CK was also run into flux and reflux stock price facing the pandemic COVID-19 that affected stabilization tail become plummeted.

As we can see in the graph above in the middle of 2021, CK's stock price fell as much as 30% from several months before which is 83 billion. However, at the beginning of 2022, prices have risen again to 90 billion alongside JK's popularity for selling CK products several months later. This raising in stable stock prices became sustained as shown by the graph above.

[kpoptarotvibes]

Jungkook BDAY Readings

I was not expecting to go all out my man birthday but here we are.

MasterList:

Jungkook Predictions at 25

Jungkook Birthday Reading Pt 1

Jungkook Birthday Reading Pt. 2

Jungkook Birthday Reading Pt. 3 coming soon

[rainboweemart]

Bts showering Joon with affection 💜 Hyung vs Maknae line 🥰

[mulya189]

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

The song has been out for less than 24 hours and people are so triggered over it! Look it's a song, a song that he didn't write. He vibe with the song and wanted to be part of it. The song isn't too everyone's liking and that's ok. You don't have to like the song but you can still support JK in his solo adventure. He's not a 15 year boy anymore, he's a 26 year old man. A man that can make his own choices and career decisions. Don't put too much weight on your idols because at the end of the day they're not perfect and their decisions will not align with yours. And that's ok!! We're all human beings and we're allowed to make our own choices.

Jk is still discovering who he is and trying to find his musical style. The songs he's been making doesn't represent who he is as a person, it just represent the music he wants to make, at the moment. Let's give JK the room to explore himself personally and professionally. Let's not put him on this impossible pedestal because that's not attainable. His taste in music will change, he's going to continue to change and evolved as a person.

In the mean time let's support him and send him love. Don't judge, don't condemn, don't sent negative energy to him or anyone else.

Remember it's just a song and it doesn't represent him as a person, his thoughts, ideas or anything you want to connect him to. Enjoy this insanely beautiful human being shall we?

[1callyoumoonchild]

well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye

[tvunnie]

{This summer is so hard for all 🎐}

I hope spring come soon and we all able to see you again bogoshipda .🦄💜

[Thank you for your smiley and efforts to make army happy again and again 💜]

Kim taehyung ( NPR tiny concert 2020)

[btssunnyboy]

Thunderstorms- BTS

In which your fear of thunderstorms leads to a lot of cuddles and a late night movie.

Word Count- 2,092

Warning - Just some tooth rotting fluff and mentions of the movie the conjuring and some profanity.

Also loves my request are open feel free to request anything! It can be ot7 as well! And AU as well!

Masterlist

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The lightly pouring rain outside was soothing you as it fell. A very different contrast to the pounding thunder that shook the buildings walls. You clutched the duvet with trembling fingers as the lightning strikes lit up the whole room. Your body physically jolted upwards the moment another round of thunder rolled in. You hid your head under the covers in hopes of making the room darker to distract yourself from the chaos going on outside. You harshly bit your lip the longer you stayed under the covers almost frozen in fear.

“Screw it.” You lowly mumbled as you yanked the covers from your form. Tip toeing as quietly as possible towards the door. Trying your best to not wake the three others people that were sound asleep in the room. Slowly opening the door a sudden cringe went down your spine as the creak in the door seemed amplified a lot more then usual. Sliding through the decent crack you made you quickly shut the door once more. Trying your best to not make a sound as you descended the squeaky stairs. You swiftly pulled yet another blanket over yourself the moment you settled into the plush couch.

You clicked on the tv and tried to find an interesting show, but that proved to have some difficulty as no good shows seemed to play at three am. After a long, tedious journey of scrolling through unwanted shows you finally gave up on the tv altogether. You paused your movement and gripped the cushions of the couch when another roar of thunder ripped through the living room. You felt your body sway only slightly as you tightly closed your eyes hoping for it to past quickly rather then be dragged out.

“Just when I thought it was simmering down.” You laughed nervously as you made cautious stepped towards the DVD players. Scared that any sudden moment would cause an uproar of those horrendous sounds again, but you knew your movements had nothing to do with the thunder. It was gonna come and go as it pleases no matter what you did. Hastily looking through the mounds of different movies. Ranging from the usual romcom to the horror movies you dare not touch while you’re alone. You clutched the case in your hand as more rounds came in, this time they were accompanied by their best friend also know as the blinding streaks of light.

You didn’t hear the stairs squeak once more as you ears were busy taking in those thunderous roars. Needless to say the moment a stern grip was placed upon your forearm you almost busted a lung at the loud scream you let out.

“Wow! Baby, baby! It’s me. Just me.” Taehyung sheepishly smiles and pulled your body towards him. A small chuckled rumbled in his chest as he stared at your terrified but also pissed facial expression. “What are you doing up so late?”

You softly pushed him off of you and continued to look for a movie to watch. Your eyes scanning the titles at a fast pace, trying to take them all in. “You know how I am about thunderstorms.”

He nodded knowingly and sat down in the floor as well. He wrapped his arms around your body while looking through the dvds as well. He knew you’d most likely cuddle the elephant print blanket as soon as the movie started, but he wanted you to be close to him. So he reached for the conjuring that was in the discarded pile. His boxy grin on full show as he held the shiny dvd in his hand.

“No.” You grumbled, going back to your previous task. You subconsciously moved your back towards Taehyung’s warm chest when the rain suddenly became a downpour. You turned around to show your final decision with a small smile on your face, but we’re only greeted with a tiny frown and Taehyung holding up his choice. A sudden pang of guilt shot through your chest when he glumly tossed the dvd to the side. “If we watch it, you promise to not leave my side. Especially when that demon things pops from the closet.”

“I’ll cover you eyes and hold you as close as I possibly can.” Taehyung grinned as he picked up your body and gently sat you on the couch. He wrapped the blanket around you once more before hastily putting in the dvd and jumped right beside you. His big, warms hands providing you with all the comfort you need when the opening scene rolled across the screen. Taehyung rubbed small circles on your back when he felt you shift uncomfortably as the closet doors slowly opened up and the clapping of hands were heard.

“Shit!” You cursed as the doors slammed shut without warning. You glared harshly when you saw Taehyung stiffle a laugh at your reaction to something so simple. You flinched at the sudden breeze that blew across your neck. It sent a feel of uneasiness down your spine when it happened again. “Jungkook what the fuck!” You bellowed when his hands were wrapped around your shoulders giving them a shake great enough to get your heart pumping once more.

“I’m sorry, love, but I had too.” Jungkook laughed as he held his stomach. He leaned over the couch and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Yeah I bet you do.” You huffed as you snuggled closer to Taehyung who this time didn’t even try to hide his amusement. You smacked his chest before trying to interest yourself in the movie.

“Love, did the storm bother you again? Is that why you’re up?” Jungkook asked while popping open the soda can. His head tilted his concern when he looked at you.

You nodded and held out your hand motioning for his drink. You have a pouty look when he brought the can back up to his lips and gulped down more then half. A sheepish smile overtaking his plump lips. “Why are you up anyways.” You questioned after taking a small sip.

“Got thirsty and saw the tv shining from down the hall. You could’ve got in the bed with me you know that right?” He spoke his thumb rubbing small patterns on the back of your hand.

“I know, but it was so late. You guys need your sleep.” You stated as you pulled Jungkook closer. You laid your head across his lap and rested your feet in Taehyung’s lap as well. You closed your eyes in contentment when he started playing with your hair. “Can we please watch another movie?”

“We could, but I don’t want to get up and change it.” Taehyung sighed leaning back against the arm of the cough. “Ow!” Taehyung huffed as a flick was delivered to his forehead. He rubbed the sore spot and went to turned around only to see a displeased Yoongi with his arms crossed. “M-maybe we should change the movie.”

Yoongi nodded his head in agreement as he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Only to reappear with a small snack cake and a bottle of water. He tossed you the cake and gave a small kiss to your temple before settling in the arm chair.

Taehyung returned to his seat as the oh so familiar marvel logo flashed on the screen. He smiled when a light squeal of excitement left you and Jungkook. Both Taehyung and Yoongi watched with admiration clouding their eyes when you shot up and wrapped your arms around Jungkook. Their small smiles showing so much love for the two of you.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” You apologized looking over at Yoongi. You stood up and placed yourself in his lap. "Hopefully this makes up for it." 

He held your body close and opened the cake he brought you. Taking a bite for himself and handing it over to you. He softly smiled when he felt you pepper light kisses against his neck. He may not have shown it much, but he absolutely adored it when you smothered him in your feather like kisses. He loved being around you and the boys in general. "This definitely makes up for it." 

"The storm is dying down, do you want to go back to your room?" Taehyung asked pausing the movie, only to stop when he noticed your head started bobbing. "Do you want us to put blankets on the floor?" 

You slowly nodded while trying to keep yourself awake. You tried to get up and held only for a arm to wrap around your waist and bring you back to their chest. Yoongi put his head in the crook of neck and swayed you both back and fourth. 

Jungkook took the throw pillows off the couch and placed them on top of makeshift bed they made. He took you from Yoongi’s grip and placed you in the middle. He laid on your left while Yoongi took your right. They wrapped their arms around you while Taehyung did the same to Yoongi. "Go to sleep, love, well be right here when you wake up." 

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Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin and Hoseok stared fondly at the sleeping beauties on the floor. Their hair was in every direction with a small stream of drool going down their chins yet they still looked ethereal. Namjoon stepped forwards in attempt to wake up all up, before the rest pulled him back.

"Let me get breakfast done and then wake them up." Seokjin smiled warmly and pulled the three boys into the kitchen. He didn't notice that Hoseok made a b-line for the others instead of the kitchen. He only shook his head with a small smile when he heard a few groans.

"Sleepyheads, time to wake up!" Hoseok grinned as he threw himself across the four of you. He only laughed in response to the loud groans. "I'm hurt you didn't wake me up to join in the cuddle fest." 

You sleeply replied, "I didn't want to bother you. It was three am and besides they all came down willingly." 

He huffed playfully as he pulled your arms and helped you up. Hoseok smiles as you clung to his warm body, he helped you to the kitchen table and got you a cup of juice. Giving you a single kiss before moving to his reserved seat at the table. 

"Baby, you know you could've got in the bed with anyone of us during that storm right instead of sleeping on the floor?” Namjoon spoke up and placed the food in front of you. He gave you a chaste kiss and pulled out a seat. 

You nodded your head, but continued to sip on the juice.

"To make up for lost time how about we all just have a lazy day!" Jimin smiled with a small clap of his hands. His eyes shining brightly while staring at everyone's loving faces and at the thought of getting to relax for once in a while.

Everyone nodded as they soon crowded around table, even the three who were previously sleeping like rocks on the floor. They all chatted amongst themselves and hurriedly places food into their plates. 

"Now hurry up! I want my y/n time." Hoseok giddily stated his hand softly gripping your thigh. He quickly shoved the food into his mouth the excitement at the thought of being with everyone being completely obvious. 

"Hey who said you got her first!" Namjoon argued his eyebrows rasied in a questionable manner. "And please slow down before we have to do heimlich maneuver." 

You rolled your eyes at the meaningless bickering, but knew everything was in good spirit. Looking around the table at the bright expressions everyone had only warmed your heart even more. 

"I genuinely love all of you so much." You grinned and resumed eating. Unaware of the dazzling and shy smiles that came to everyone's face when you said those simple words. 

"We love you so much, y/n." Jungkook smiled. He knew he was speaking for everyone, but it was true. They loved you with everything in them and they knew for a fact that you felt the exact same way. 

"Well I'm gonna go get the movie set up!" Taehyung pushed himself from table while having a small pep in his steps. He was grinning from ear to ear while leaving the kitchen. Everyone could only imagine the tricks that the boy had up his sleeve.

"Taehyung I'll legitimately fight you if it's the conjuring!”

[sifusassy]

I made a pillow for my boys!! Because Weverse is always sold out. 🤣 Contemplating putting it in my Etsy... Thoughts? I don’t want BH coming for me. 💜

[sweetiesuga5]

my edits for min yoongi and bts , i love them so much 🥺🥺🥺

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