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eternally-writing · 4 years ago

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backstage business | jjk

genre: smut and fluff

rating: R (18+, minors dni!!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: idol!au, bighit worker! reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!), sorta exhibitionism, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, oral rex (f receiving), dirty talk, creampie, brief gagging kinda

synopsis: Working as a stylist for Bighit meant that sometimes you could give a little extra attention to Jungkook.

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“Y/N-shi, can you help me with these buttons on my shirt”

The voice calling out to you from behind a dressing room door tore you away from fixing Taehyung’s tie and off to him. Talking to some of the other stylists, you snuck away to tend to your job.

As you opened that dressing room door, you immediately felt yourself get pulled in and pressed against a broad chest.

“Jeez, mmph, someone’s eager. Hello to you too Jeon”

You could immediately feel his wet, hot lips attacking any of your exposed skin, and you could secretly hear Jungkook murmuring to the heavens, thanking them for making you wear and off the shoulder top to work today.

“I missed you so much bub, couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all morning”,” Jungkook breathed to you in between kisses, barely taking long enough breaks in order to get a whole sentence out.

“Oh really? How much”

Jungkook looked up at you and grinned, his eyes darkening with a sinful glance in them.

“Let me show you love”

He immediately started unbuttoning your blouse, sliding his hands down to cup your chest. The feeling of Jungkook’s hands on your chest was something that you would never get enough of. As his mouth attached to your nipple, you couldn’t hold back your moans. Jungkook was lapping at your chest like he hadn’t eaten anything all day (truth was, he hadn’t) and he was absolutely enchanted by the way your body reacted to his tongue.

“Shh, babygirl, everyone’s right outside that door trying to get ready. Do you want them to know how much of a slut you are?”

Truth was, a part of you really did, but alas, you needed your job so silent quickies with Jungkook in dressing rooms would have to do.

“M-. more kook, I need more of you”

Feeling like teasing you, Jungkook slowly trailed his hands over your body.

“More of me here?” he innocently inquired as he began by reaching up to move your hair behind your ear.

Your breaths became irregular with his touch, but both of you knew that was not what you had in mind,

Trailing his hands down, he brought them to your waist, squeezing the supple flesh there tenderly. “Here?”

You shook your head, growing impatient with need.

His hands then landed on your thighs, rubbing them ever so slowly while gazing at you with a sultry look.

Unable to take it anymore, you took his hand and hastily brought it to cup your pussy. Immediately groaning in relief, you started to grind down onto his open palm and let your juices coat his skin.

“So wet just for me? What a dirty girl. I bet you’re already wet enough that I could just do this”

Without any warning, Jungkook plunged one finger into your core, the feelings sending shockwaves throughout your system. The raw scream that arose from your chest was loud enough to make the mirrors on the wall shake.

Jungkook tsked you at your eagerness and cocked his head to the side.

“If you can’t keep quiet babygirl, i’m going to have to shut you up myself. You’re gonna by good for me right baby? Gonna be my good girl?”

You nodded feverishly at Jungkook’s words, but there was no way you could stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping you.

You thought Jungkook would keep his lips on yours to keep you quiet, but instead, you felt his mouth under your skirt, gripping your thong between his teeth and pulling it down your legs.

Taking a moment to appreciate how your panties were absolutely soaked, Jungkook felt a moan slip through his lips.

“You remember your safeword right?”

You nodded.

“Say it back to me babygirl.”

You spoke confidently, with an air of excited in your voice. “Pizza”

“Tap me twice if you can’t talk okay?”

Now accepting your nod as a response, Jungkook stuffed your panties into your face, allowing you to taste your wetness on your own tongue as he moved back down to your core.

Plunging his finger back into your core, your groans were now successfully muffled on your own thong, but nothing could hide the way your body writhed under Jungkook’s ministrations.

He then switched his tongue attacking your sex, then bringing his hand to your clit, rubbing in circles.

“S-so, fffucking, gooood, kook” you moaned, the words still decipherable to Jungkook’s ears though your barricaded mouth.

His tongue dipping deep into your core, Jungkook was devouring every last bit of essence in you. His mouth was buried into your cunt, his nose even brushing against your cunt to add extra pleasure.

As much as Jungkook knew he needed to keep you quiet, the sound of your moans was the most beautiful sound on his ears, and he would do anything to hear it.

“Need to hear you babygirl, I miss your moans already”

Taking the cloth out of your mouth, Jungkook placed you up on the sink and bunched your skirt up, allowing him perfect access to your dripping cunt. Enjoying the newfound freedom, you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering out praises for Jungkook.

“I’m so c-close Kookie, don’t stop please, don-, don’t stop”

But then he did stop.

Thinking only with your pussy and not with your brain, you were about to start berating Jungkook for stopping you from reaching your high, but before you could get the words out Jungkook beat you to the case.

“Want you to cum around my cock babe, I need to feel you right now”

You started to fumble with the same buttons that you had to come in here to undo, wanting to feel Jungkook’s skin on yours.

As Jungkook’s cock was released from his pants, you whined as you saw the way his perfect cock was leaking with precum, the tip red and swollen and ready to be inside you.

Pressing a passionate kiss against your tips, Jungkook began to tap his cock against your clit, teasing you by rubbing the head on your pussy.

“Ready for this, babygirl,” he taunted you with a smirk on his face.

You definitely were not above beginning, and you knew that was exactly what he wanted.

“Please. Please Jungkook, I need you so bad. I’ll do anything for your cock right now.”

As your praises for Jungkook fell from your slips, you could feel his cock twitch at your entrance.

Without warning, Jungkook began to slide into you, feeling his cock stretching around your pussy.

“Ohh fuck, I love your pussy Y/N,” moaned out Jungkook in pure ecstacy

“It’s all yours Jungkook. I’m all yours”

You clenched your pussy in pleasure, bringing Jungkook along with you as his mouth formed a perfect o-shape. His thrusts then became even faster and stronger as he buried himself deep enough into you to have his pubic bone meet your clit with every thrust.

“Shit baby, this pussy is all mine. Gonna make a mess in this pussy”

You moaned at Jungkook’s words, both of you too wrapped up in pleasure to even remember that the rest of BTS and their crew were on the other side of a very thin door. You could feel Jungkook’s thrusts start to get sloppier as he then buried himself to the hilt inside of you, releasing ropes of his cum into you with a groan.

“Sooo fucking good Y/N, oh my fuck”

Realizing that you hadn’t cum yet, Jungkook took his hand to your clit, rubbing in circles just the way you liked it to bring you to your edge. Soon you were also a writhing, moaning mess on top of the dressing room sink, and you could feel yourself begin to lose control of your body. As your organsm washed over you, Jungkook kept pounding into you, letting you ride out your high on his cock.

Coming to your senses, you hopped off the sink. Before you could get to putting your clothes back on, you felt Jungkook’s cum running down your thighs, in a way that was way too obvious so you wouldn’t be able to go outside looking like that. Staring up at Jungkook with your eyes as wide as saucers, you were met with his doe eyes, which were contrasted by the smirk painting his lips.

“Looks like I have to clean you up then baby”

Jungkook then dipped down to lap at your cunt again, cleaning up the lines of cum painting your things softly. Placing soft kisses on your thighs, Jungkook kept murmuring sweet nothings right into your equally sweet core.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of outside picking up made you realize that you had probably spent way too long in here apparently “trying to button up Jungkook’s shirt”.

As you were buttoning up your own shirt and pushing down your skirt, you felt Jungkook’s eyes on you.

“My panties, Kook, please?”

Instead of handing them to you, you caught him stuffing them into his pocket.

“I’m taking them as a little reward for me princess, that’s okay right?”

And looking at those doe eyes, how could you ever say no.

Peppering kisses all over your face as a thank you, Jungkook began outting on his clothes as well as he couldn’t wipe a stupidly bright after-sex grin off of his face.

Before you walked out the door, you took one last look back at Jungkook, who looked absolutely spent from your rendezvous.

“Next time, say you need help tightening your corset or something Kook, it’ll buy us more time,” you mentioned with one last wink before you sauntered away.

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The set of today’s shoot erupted in cheers and thank you’s as the director called cut on the last scene of the day. You were thankful the shoot was over; your feet ached from running around organizing clothes all day, and the wetness between your legs had only increased as you watched Jungkook looking so sexy as he performed. You wanted nothing more than to be in Jungkook’s arms again as you started to clean up the set alongside the other stylists. The boys being the respectful men they were, would always come by individually to thank everyone, even when they had been filming since 4am and hadn’t even had a chance to eat lunch yet.

When Jungkook came over to you, he tried to give you a platonic hug in an effort to conceal your secret hook ups from the boys and your co-workers. He couldn’t stop himself from whispering in your ear.

“Thank you for the gift today Y/N, this shoot was a lot of fun thanks to you”

To any onlooker his words would have seemed completely normal, but only to you and Jungkook did you understand the true meaning of his sentiments.

Passing him off with a pat on the back, you then became face to face with Jimin.

Instead of the regular thank you’s you’d received from the other members, he instead leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Could you be a little quieter next time you fuck our maknae? Next time we won’t even be able to film a bangtan bomb outside while you guys are going at it like rabbits in there.”

You couldn’t hide the way your jaw (and Jungkook’s) dropped at his words. Unable to speak, he carried on.

“I’m just joking with you though. Keep doing what you’re doing Y/N, it looks like you make our maknae really happy”

In a slight look of shame, you cowered into Jungkook’s chest, while he laughed loudly at the situation.

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sugar-petals · 4 years ago

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:: random things about boyfriend yoongi

↳ ♡ NOTE I saw this format floating around the fandom and thought it was cool and sweet (just like our honey boy so here it goes) 😊 includes an sfw and nsfw bit, both can be read independently.

words. 3k

SFW

First off, Yoongi is laid-back and casually sexy the way we know him. But he also has spikes of energy where he actually gets a little clingy. Any opportunity he will use to hold hands or jump around like a madman with his gummy smile because he got excited about something that you never could predict would make him so happy. He truly is an epiphany.

He’s your most eager personal chef but funnily enough a little unsettled by onions so you end up helping him. Yoongi hates to be crying in the kitchen because of some evil little vegetable but hey, perfect time and place to spend half an hour huddled together cooking or baking. And Yoongi is secretly longing for a cheesy scene, he finds it romantic when you wipe the tears from his face.

His way of speaking to you is a mix of mumbly Korean, high-pitched pouty cat speak, and old-school English slang phrases that he learned somewhere on social media or award shows back in 2018. Most of the time he takes things seriously but is up for some joking anyway. He is sure to giggle every now and then which is really adorable of him. Yoongi is also the person who gets every nuance of your humor and reacts to it.

After being single, you really have to get used to someone waddling around the house. Like— oh, he’s there! And it’s none other than him! Since Yoongi isn’t noisy when he concentrates on his laptop, it really stands out when he morphs from his unmovable rock-like being to a slow rolling stone headed towards the kitchen from time to time. You have to blink every time. And how could you not look up, he’s walking by with his cutest oversized sweaters and striped fluffy socks.

He cannot hide things that normal people would try to keep secret — because of their own discomfort, but he is good at blocking out things that serve your comfort. I’ll explain what I mean. If you have been keeping up with Yoongi postponing the reveal of his surgery until it was successful, you know what I mean. In short, Yoongi is pretty much an automatic filter for things that disturb you. Knowing the right time and place to inform you is the key. As is disregarding things that don’t concern you as a couple, unnecessary drama and opinions. He’s really good at that without ever trying to sugar-coat the important things because he remains a frank and honest soul.

Yoongi has an easier time giving random presents for simple occasions rather than making a big deal out of traditional festivities. So, big celebrations are often kept simple — unless the rest of BTS is there advocating their ‘a little party never killed nobody’ motto — while Yoongi focuses on getting you something attentive or useful every other day pretty much. He’s still a frugal type, you know him. It’s more about inexpensive things that catch his eye because he heard you likes this or that type of snack or want this or that sofa cushion.

There’s always something new and surprising in the fridge and it’s hardly ever empty because Yoongs takes care of the groceries, really thinking it through. Just personal chef things. Being Yoongi’s partner must be the most destressing thing. He takes responsibility for the worldly things, the ironing clothes and the trash cans. He himself thinks that’s the easiest shit ever and is ready to put time into it (he sees the merit, it drives him) while thinking your side — the sheer act of being in love with him, being there for him — must be hard. Which it isn’t.

Yoongi thinks emotions and relationships are tough and complicated while daily life runs smoothly at the snap of a finger. You think maintenance is a drudgery while love is not the maze your boyfriend assumes it is. Deep down Yoongi thinks he’s unlovable and a bad person, that’s why he believes he doesn’t have the burden but you have. That your affection then blazes past the barriers in Yoongi’s esteem is something that he finds incredible. It catches him off guard there, you burst the bubbles of the flaws he falsely imagines he has.

You bet your ARMY bomb you’re watching cat videos together.

Guess who’s the first person to hear all of Yoongi’s upcoming hit tracks? Even Namjoon gets the first sample ten minutes later. You gotta be really advanced at keeping secrets and avoiding accidental leaks with your phone or something.

Yoongi hesitates with the analogy because it’s a little funny and you’re evidently not a steaming liquid made of beans, but he claims you really are like his daily americano. Makes his every morning better.

Now, in all seriousness. What means the most to him is that you take him how he is and are stable company. Yoongi is afraid of betrayal and stupid games so he has to be sure to have a safe bet going. I think that’s why he fancies marriage, it’s a sign of commitment and some degree of permanence to him. And yes, he is a bit jealous in nature since he’s easily invested in someone with a purity of feeling, almost in a naive way. Yoongi easily idolizes his partner and puts a lot of energy into a bond. He wants to protect that, take the risk, and he has watched for someone who radiates genuine trust and faith. He is sure to have found it in you without any illusions and he is right. Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

Playing the piano for dinner or date night is a must, he practices constantly to advance to a great standard. He secretly finds a lot of satisfaction in you cooing at his skills and melodies. Those ten bony fingers gliding over the keys with such a technicality and focus, and a passion that makes you hold your breath, it’s great to watch.

Did you see that one coming? He will compose and produce a designated mixtape only for you personally. Yes, with a little self-filmed, self-cut music video for the title track.

Now those things never see the light of day, they’re all for you. But what about your couple life once it touches the social realm? As one might expect, Yoongi is very ‘eyes turn narrow’ with people who bring disharmony to your dynamic and the relationship in general. In fact, he is grumpy and disappointed, and should someone give him a reason, distinctly brutal. If someone even attempts to test you or plays manipulative games, Yoongi is relentlessly turning them from the inside out with his words that never miss the mark. They’re efficient. As I said, he hates playing annoying games, he’ll do any shortcut and be Yoongi.

I guarantee you can lean back and will never the fazed by stupid people and time wasters again. No need to lose face. Yoongi does the dirty work and is the best possible defender to have on your side. He handles that. Invasive opinions and useless phrases he will shove right up some trashtalker’s ass and leave. Let’s squarely say he is unafraid to be a armchair critic of your and his haters and doesn’t want any of that nuisance to disturb what you have together. He cuts very quick and makes sure not to get tangled up in trouble.

Yoongi will also debunk a whole bunch of weirdos on weverse asking about your private love while he’s at it. Prepare for some very entertaining snide remarks. Oh my god, so many entitled people will be pissed off. Many will also celebrate him for stepping up. What’s actually important to Yoongi is that nobody taints what is like a treasure to him.

It won’t be hard to overlook that Yoongi is very proud of you as well. He looks confident and revering when he hangs out with the group and you’re somewhere close by, even just doing something trivial.

He’s also pretty touchy, sometimes publically to demonstrate something, but mostly in the relative calm and safety of a hotel room. When the lights are out, all barriers crash, the utter romantic takes over. His favorite types of kisses besides those onto his hands are when you kiss his lashes. And yep. Yoongs is such a cozy little spoon. A very curled up one with cute shooky pajamas on most likely.

Talk about clothes. Believe it or not, Yoongi’s fashion goes through a significant change due to the relationship. He knows that you are touchy and thinks about what kinds of flannels are the biggest cuddle magnet, after all. And oh wonder, he will also show some level of skin when he accidentally hears your praises for his arms and legs and collar bones and glowy skin while talking to a close friend of yours. So, look forward to that in summer (he still dislikes the winter cold and wraps himself into scarves twice his size, mind you) though it’s still for your eyes only, he covers up when going out. Truth be told, he enjoys when you casually touch his skin. Especially the arms. Which hold up the firmament to you, and your world, too, and guard it.

BTS will know about how excited he is about you because he often boasts about for how long you’ve been living together by now. We all know this is Yoongi’s favorite way of bragging and it further shows that loyalty, dedication and longevity is the spice to his every meal.

Yoongi is probably going to quit the bottle because you naturally make him feel at ease and upbeat. In fact, he simply forgets about his wine. I don’t have to convince you that Yoongi will be very immersed in any interaction with you whether that be watching movies or discussing his latest tracks.

Those discussions come with extra back massages for him because he spends a lot of hours in his chair. Especially around the neck, it’s no secret that this is in every cat’s top 3 favorite massaging areas. Yoongi is gonna make some really raspy, sleepy sounds and just melt in your hands. He’s gonna sleep like a baby afterwards every time. Sometimes, he says funny and cute things while he dozes. He looks very content.

Say goodbye to the 21st century adulting annoyances in your life because Yoongi has a grip on those without a word. Those six specific chores that always plague you take him only a dozen minutes and he is eager, the forms to fill out are already sent off, the list of people to e-mail is weeded through. The taxes are paid, the bank account is full, the meals are on the table, garnished to perfection. Roof over the head, and it’s a sturdy one, Yoongi bought a sound haven house to inhabit a lot of happiness for two.

He’s probably the only person who doesn’t see it as a loss of dignity if you want to hold on tight to him during a dentist visit as a grown ass mf. Why all of this? Yoongi cannot not strive to feel needed in his actions. He wouldn’t like himself if he couldn’t contribute something reliable and useful. That you find things worthy of your time is priority. You complement each other, what you think is a waste of energy makes him work and strive and vice versa. That way, in the end all things are taken care of.

Giving is more important than taking in Yoongi’s world. He thinks of everything because he considers it an offense to have you in a pile of duties, that is, if you don’t like ‘em. It’s his form of dedicating his efforts and showing respect. He doesn’t need much in return. The things he expects if at all don’t feel like a duty: Much like he doesn’t consider doing those acts of services for you likewise.

Work horse he is, he needs something on his daily to-do plan. Which includes making you feel unbothered by the occasions of an incoming strict world when it’s getting to you. You’re supposed to do what you feel like doing just like him and not slave away at fifty deeds. That you torture yourself with daily life hassle is the thing he dislikes seeing the most. He enjoys doing these things so he’s happy to get going.

What’s not a daily life hassle: Holly is a big fan of yours. Instant friendship. Just wanted you to know.

He always knows how to preoccupy himself and finds something to improve. Getting on your nerves, and that’s no surprise, is the last thing Yoongi will ever do. In fact, you sometimes have to search for his napping spot because he got lost somewhere in the house.

He either sleeps or works, his philosophy is simple. If you need him, he does appear seemingly out of nowhere. And, he spends as much time with you as you enjoy, not always prioritizing his producing unless it’s urgent or he’s on an inspiration streak. Which is great anyway, you can sit next to him listening. It’s the right balance of work and play.

Yoongi is not above blatantly showing off. Actually, he goes for an act of stunning pretty often. You know how cats parade around whatever they just caught. He wants to impress you with assets and accolades and appraisals, the boy can’t help it. That you only lightly nod at most of it with a little smile will confuse him but he will get the point later on. You wanna signal Yoongi that you anchor your love for him not in shifting numbers and chunky metal pieces.

That you don’t confuse his signs of outward worth and fame with the core of the guy you find the sweetest in the world is very important to him. He will take some time to see through that because he’s used to being loved through status and its symbols by people close and afar.

The way you throw yourself at him to give a big smooch in random situations — especially when he doesn’t feel great about himself— rather than only when he say gets a new car is sending him a message. Again, he has to grow into that. He will retreat at the beginning because he feels worthless of your affection on days where he doesn’t feel big and bold and successful. But since he sees you jumping on him because you need only his kind and squishy presence and see him as no different than usual because he’s always Yoongi underneath, your boyfriend will change his mind about it sooner or later. He learns that your presence makes him feel like a billion dollars yourself.

You don’t wallow in the regrets of other people missing the point of Yoongi and instead focus on always understanding him rather than enabling Yoongi into wrong directions. And there are many of those, his mental health can tell you a thing or two about it. He begins to get that you really know what you’re doing and are in it for the real him which makes him feel really loved far underneath all surfaces and images. You accept his fame and admire his work with music which is what he’s truly doing it for but also don’t forget that the most vulnerable Yoongi is the one that you’re there for and not a facade.

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I know you’re curious. That Yoongi’s sexual style is more than just interesting goes without saying. To give you an idea. Anything steamy with Yoongi means him taking his time. You know, for making it quality. Yoongi wants to grow into the right balance of activity and staying relaxed. He is good at keeping cool and bringing some focus to the madness. He wants to figure out how to be more casual instead of tense and overly preoccupied which he’ll be at the start of the relationship. But the fast learner he is, his nervousness fades way faster than you think.

Yoongi is extremely afraid that he can’t please you or starts to become awkward slash clueless so he darts to the opposite of the spectrum and overperforms, even plays a character. You have enough cool yourself to tell him what to do in the pace that works best. That he stays centered in his body is important for you to teach him. When he gets grounded and juggling his confidence is out of the equation, he fucks the best.

His favorite position besides giving oral — with you on your back — will be doggy style. Man, we gotta talk about that. Slow to upper moderate pace, nothing too all over the place. Yoongi moans very slowly, too, all drawn out. Get ready for a frequent session of some anal to unwind. You heard that right. First, Yoongi will get the two of you into the right rhythm with his hands at the sides of your waist, then, ride it out in slow mo with his right hand properly stimulating you from the front.

By habit, he will add some lube here and there but not use insanely dripping amounts so everything gets messy or he can’t touch you without sliding off anymore. Just enough to slide well. Yoongi is so good at this I swear, it’ll be your favorite thing to relax. He has the restraint and technique to pull it off rather than pulling out, huh. Yoongi is gonna stay inside you for ages. It feels like he’s massaging every spot for some extra time. It’s amazing to slack off your muscles, cool off, and get many a gentle but fulfilling orgasm.

He’s not gonna put you through the hassle of dealing with an anal creampie cleanup so he keeps it wrapped, and mostly focuses on your movements altogether while keeping his own climax smooth and more relieving rather than something that relentlessly knocks him out in one go. Yoongi is good at observing and doesn’t feel the need to chase a violent high which is why he is so great at sex. Fucking with Yoongi leaves a wholesome feeling and you never feel ashamed or guilty, or a sense of being dirty and ruined.

He enjoys having sex to make you feel really good and works his hands on you very respectfully. His goal is to have you wet and pulsing after a long while of getting you there, and putting you to a good night’s sleep. He’d feel terrible if he left you sore or disturbed. He is really passionate, especially with his kisses or when you ask him to slide into very deeply, but Yoongi being brash and controlling is an image out of sight.

Besides giving you the number one heavenly assfucks, Yoongi also likes to work his tongue as we know, and he’ll work it all over. Few body parts of yours have not made contact with that glorious mouth and I say that in the best of ways. You can instruct him to do whatever, Yoongi obliges with radiant joy. And here again, he takes minutes upon minutes. Kissing and kissing and licking and maybe even teasing once or twice to make you smile. You know, a little signature wink. Honoring your skin and every shape is not something that Yoongi has to talk about, he will physically show it and I swear it’ll finally get into your head with every little move, Yoongi has totally surrendered his tongue to your body and worships it.

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years ago

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Off My Face. Part 3.

Pairings: Jungkook X OC female (nameless) Tags: Yet more fluff. Smuutttyyy smut. Please don't read if you're not at an age to actually legally carry out smut. She was aware of the fact that they'd been in the kitchen long enough to start raising suspicion from the others. As much as she didn't want to, she knew at some point she'd have to head back out with Jungkook to rejoin them. They were just stood, still in front of the fridge, his arms wrapped around her, she face nuzzling into his shoulder. She was just enjoying being so close to him. "They're gonna wonder what we're doing" she muttered. "I know. Do you want to tell them something?" He asked carefully.

She stepped out of the hug, immediately feeling colder without his body heat. She studied him. She didn't even know what it was she'd have to tell them. A couple of stolen kisses in a kitchen didn't exactly qualify as announcement material. "Do you?" Yes, answering a question with a question was kind of a dick move but she wanted to know how he felt about it before giving anything away. He looked thoughtful and shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants. "Not really. I wouldn't know what to tell. I think I need to figure that out with you before I talk to them." He said, still being very careful with his wording. He didn't want her to think he wasn't willing to tell them that something had happened between them but until he understood what exactly that meant, he didn't really want to start that conversation. She nodded feeling slightly relieved. "Yeah, me too. I mean...I don't even know what..." She broke off, indicating between the two of them then punctuating her point with a shrug. He smiled and nodded his agreement. "So...we say nothing while we figure out..." He replied, repeating her hand gesture. "Ok. Well...you go back out first. I'll...brew a pot of coffee or something and follow in a couple of minutes. " She suggested. He nodded. The mood between them had switched slightly and was a little awkward. Not because of what had happened but because neither of them particularly wanted to join the others. Jungkook felt strange. This thing with her was literally brand new. He'd had it for minutes and now he had to go back and pretend that everything that had just happened, hadn't. He felt weird about that. He wanted more time. He wanted to take her for a walk in the garden or up to his room or something. Somewhere they could talk properly and kiss more and just...be all over each other. Instead he had to go join his brothers and be right next to her...without acting like they'd just completely changed what they were. He frowned, kicking his foot against the floor. Patience wasn't his strong point. He couldn't even think of when he possibly could get her alone. That was the thing about living with his hyungs. You could guarentee that at least one of them was always around. "Ok, I'll go back now." He muttered. He shook his head, telling himself not to overthink. He headed for the kitchen door, ready to rejoin his group. "Wait wait wait" she hissed, throwing a coffee filter on the counter and running over to him. She pulled him away from kitchen door and kissed him again. "One more..." She breathed against his lips. He chuckled into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her hair and indulging her. "No...many more" he corrected. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, biting softly before releasing her. "...just not right now." He gave her his bunny smile, nose crinkling adorably as he ruffled his hair. "Don't be long" he said, swiftly exiting the kitchen. She waited a few minutes, brewing a coffee pot and putting cups on a tray to take out to the boys, not actually paying attention to a single thing she did. She felt like she was floating. Her stomach twisting giddily as she completed her task on autopilot. Jungkook....liked her. How was that even possible? He was beyond gorgeous and she'd just kissed him a bunch of times in the BTS house kitchen. She sighed, trying to get the dumb grin off her face. He was such a good kisser. She could still feel the pressure of his lips on hers, the brush of his tongue, the taste of him. She squeeked quietly, a small giggle erupting from her as she let herself have a moment to feel it. Pure happiness. Excitement. She couldn't wait for the next moment with him. She'd spent ages tormented by him, never imagining that the things she longed for would become reality. She sighed deeply, trying to regulate her breathing and pop the expanding bubble of giggles lodged in her chest. She had to pretend that nothing had happened. "Come on girl. Get a grip of yourself" she whispered, collecting the coffee and heading for the door. "Let's get it" she grinned, kicking it

open with her foot. The lounge was still in darkness. The quiet chatter of the boys punctuating parts of the film. "Anyone want coffee?" She asked, resting the tray on a table behind the sofa. There was a chorus of affirmatives, Suga practically throwing himself over the back of the sofa to get to the pot first. She chuckled, rolling her eyes. Namjoon smiled at her, giving her arm a quick squeeze. She glanced at Jungkook. He was back laid in the corner on the sofa, an arm casually slung behind his head. Dressed in a long sleeved black shirt and grey sweatpants yet looking like he could have been on the cover of a magazine. Damn he was gorgeous. She smirked, her eyes gorging on him. He seemed to be watching the film but she noticed the smile playing round his lips starting to grow. He flicked his eyes over to her. His tongue came out to wet his lips, dragging his bottom lip back where he caught it between his teeth for a split second before releasing, his face becoming completely neutral once again. Her smile grew as her stomach somersaulted. He was such a shit. She wanted to go over there, straddle his hips and bite that lip herself. There was so much she could do with him on the sofa pinned beneith her. She shook the thoughts away, feeling a flush creep up into her face. She wandered back over to her spot, falling down onto the sofa next to him as the boys returned to their places. She was painfully aware of Jungkook right beside her. She kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye only to find him looking back at her. Once everyone had settled back into watching, he twisted round onto his side, leaning in so his lips were right next to her ear. "I want to kiss your neck" he whispered. His breath on her ear in combination with his words made her shiver. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. She could feel his nose burying into her hair just behind her ear. "You smell so good" he murmured. She desperately wanted to turned her head, to catch his lips. Instead she gripped his thigh, squeezing slightly. He sat back again just in time for Namjoon to turn and look at them both. "Another film?" He questioned. She didn't even realise the first had ended. "Ummm...." The guys contemplated whether to watching something else. "I think I'm gonna go for a quick walk in the garden. It's stuffy in here." She hummed. "Anyone coming?" Namjoon eyed Jungkook expectantly. "Fine, I'll go by myself." She chuckled, getting up from the sofa and heading out. "Jungkook, go with her. It's dark out." Namjoon smiled. "But the garden is fenced. It's safe." He replied, pulling himself into a sitting position. Of course he wanted to go with her but he didn't want to look too obvious. Namjoon continued to stare at him. "Fine, I'll go." He relented, standing up and following her out. She slid open the patio doors, breathing deeply as she stepped out into the cool night. It was actually really nice. Not too cold but dark and silent. She turned to slide the door closed behind her and smiled when she was Jungkook walking towards her with a grin. He stepped out, closing the door behind him. "Namjoon told me to come with you" he explained. He started walking down the patio steps and onto the grass, hands in his pockets, walking slowly. " Head down to the benches" he muttered. She walked slowly beside him. Once they were out of earshot of the house he turned to her. "I did want to come with you. I just didn't want to seem like I was trying to be alone with you." He explained. She chuckled and shook her head. "It's ok. I know. I just had to get out for a minute." She replied. He led her down the garden until the darkness swallowed them, then turned her to face him, his arms snaking round her shoulders as he pulled her close. She studied him in the moonlight. "This is hard. How do I sit right next to you and pretend everything's normal?" She asked with a smile. He shrugged, kissing her sweetly. "No. Idea. Too. Hard." He responded, each word separated by a kiss. "Jungkook, what is this?" She asked. "Is this a tonight only kind of thing or..." She

broke off and sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was be all serious and heavy but she had to know. Jungkook let go of her, lacing his fingers in hers and beginning the slow walk again. "Do you just want tonight?" He asked. She was already shaking her head before he finished speaking. "Absolutely not. But...I'd get it. You're busy a lot and not telling the guys is going to be hard and I don't even know what you want. I just don't wanna assume...." He hummed with understanding. "That is true. I am busy a lot. But...I don't want one night. I like you. So much. And I don't know if we will work out together but...I would like to find out. I want to try. See what happens. I'm not technically allowed to have a girlfriend. Not publicly anyway. But...I wanna be with you. Not just tonight." He said softly. She melted, glancing at him adoringly. "That what I want too." She whispered. He smiled, squeezing her hand. " So...we see where this takes us? Like...dating...kind of. But..secretly." he proposed. She grinned and nodded. "Getting time alone is going to be difficult." He sighed. " A lot of sneaking." She nodded again, aware of the fact that they were going to get much less time than they wanted. "Just means we'll have to make the most of the time we do have." She responded. "I want to try." He nodded his agreement. "Me too." Once they'd rejoined the group, she sat contentedly next to Jungkook for another movie. At some point he'd pulled a blanket over their legs and was holding her hand beneith it. As the night wore on, she felt less guarded and let herself snuggle into him as the tiredness hit. She'd realised pretty quickly that nobody expected anything different between the two of them so they weren't paying any attention. They were always laying on each other or falling asleep together. It was normal so it didn't raise any eyebrows. She didn't actually want to go to bed. She was far too comfy where she was. But unfortunately that choice was taken away from her. "Guys, we should call it. We have practise tomorrow" Namjoon sighed, pulling himself up sleepily and kicking Jins foot to wake him up. Everyone murmured their agreement, either jumping up straight away or groaning unhappily at the thought of having to move. She untangled herself from Jungkook, standing up to hug the guys and say goodnight. As they were herded towards the steps and everything was switched off, she looked for Jungkook. He was at the back of the bunch, rubbing his eyes and yawning. There was a pang of disappointment at not being able to say goodnight to him properly but she disregarded it. There would be other nights. That was the most important thing. A collective "Goodnight" was shouted from everyone and the tell tale shuffling and banging of the guys settling into their rooms followed. She reached her room, stripping off her jeans and Jungkooks hoodie before falling into bed, his hoodie thrown next to her pillow to snuggle into. Her bed was freezing. She missed his warmth already. She folded his hoodie under her head, burying her nose into it and inhaling deeply. His scent still clung to it and she smiled happily, thinking about the events of the evening. She was almost drifting off to sleep when a vibrating sound caught her attention. She frowned for a second before releasing it was her phone. She swiped it off her beside table quickly, already grinning before she even looked at it. Sure enough, a message from Jungkook flashed on her screen. "Sleeping?" It read. She tapped out her quick response. "Nope. Can't. Too cold. 😋" She grinned, sitting up, watching the dots bounce on her screen as he typed back. "Come say goodnight?" She chuckled quietly, throwing her covers off her legs. She pulled on a pair of short shorts and a vest top and tied her hair up into a messy bun then crept out of her room. The house was already silent. As she tiptoed past doors she could hear the faint sound of snoring from some of them. She could see faint light spilling out from under Jungkooks door. As she reached it, she carefully pushed the handle, trying to

make as little noise as possible. She crept into his room with a smile. He was laid in bed, the lamp beside his bed illuminating him in a soft glow, he grinned, his phone still in his hand. She waved then turned to close the door behind her. "Hi" he whispered. "Hey you" she replied quietly, turning to face him. He threw back the covers beside him and held his hand out to her. She noticed he'd also changed into shorts and a short sleeved t-shirt. She tiptoed over to his bed, climbing in beside him. "You look cute" he muttered, nuzzling against her neck as he threw the covers over her legs. He curled his fingers round a strand of hair that had escaped from her messy bun. "I like this" She smiled bashfully and shrugged. "I can't sleep with my hair down. I wake up with it wrapped around my face." She explained. He chuckled quietly and nodded, tucking the strand behind her ear. "Your legs are cold" he whispered with a grin. Again she nodded, "I told you I was too cold to sleep. My room is freezing." He rubbed her calf with his foot. "Electric blanket" he said earnestly. "I'll bear that in mind" she giggled. "Let's warm you up" he muttered, pushing back on her shoulder gently so that she'd lay down. She scooted her butt down the bed and laid back against his pillows, he proposed himself on his side next to her, one hand curling round to rest on her hip. She gazed at him, smiling slightly as she felt his fingers create a gap between her shorts and vest so that he could touch her, his fingertips swirling over the bare skin just above her hip. His fingers were warm and his touch was light and slow. She hummed quietly, her eyes closing. She could feel the ache behind her eyes from the pull of sleep but the pull of him was stronger. She felt the tickle of his hair brushing her face then the soft press of his lips against hers. She ran her fingers through his hair, sighing against his mouth. He kissed her slowly, sweetly. When his mouth opened, his tongue brushed hers softly. The combination of it all was pulling her in. She felt like she was sinking through the bed. Her whole body felt gorgeously heavy. The soft tickle of his roaming fingers and the way he kissed her like he had all the time in the world. It was heavenly. His mouth was minty from brushing his teeth and it made her tongue tingle pleasantly. He broke away from her mouth, delicate kisses trailing across her cheek to her earlobe when he sucked lightly. His breath was hot in her ear and she moaned softly, tilting her head to the side to give him room. "Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss all of it." He breathed, teeth catching her lobe and nibbling gently. She swallowed hard, every tiny bite of his teeth on her ear shooting straight to her stomach which churned with desire. His lips skimmed down her neck, parting to suck at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her toes curled. Another heavy roll of her stomach. If he wasn't careful he was gonna have to transport her back to her room in a bucket. She felt like a puddle. A useless puddle. She turned her head, fingers still playing in his hair, her nose joining to smell the top of his head. God he smelled good. His fingers pushed under her vest top, gripping her hip and pulling her slightly toward him. He hooked one leg over hers, sinking his teeth into her neck making her gasp and push against him. He groaned, the pressure of her hips against his making him bite down again, a little harder. He rolled backward, pulling her with him until she was on her side too. All thought of the guys sleeping in the next rooms was completely gone. Lost in each other, he rolled his hips slowly, grinding against her through two pairs of shorts and underwear. She whined softly, hands gripping in his hair and pulling a little. He stopped the assault on her neck, kissing back up to her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers greedily. Another roll of his hips, another breathless gasp from her. Her hand pushed under his t-shirt, travelling up his back to his shoulders and back down. She could feel every muscle tense under her hands every

time he moved. He hand slid round under his shirt, trialing down his chest, fingers bumping over his abs. He had the most perfect body in the world. Lithe, muscular, capable. His whole form yelled strength. Her head was swimming. His kiss was hungry but his hips rolled tantalisingly slowly. The most delicious contradiction. She pulled away from his kiss, burying her head into his shoulder, hands gripping his back tightly. "Fuck...Jungkook..." she breathed. He moaned in response, his name falling out of her mouth like a sacred word mixed with a plea. It had never sounded better. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear it cried, panted, screamed. How many ways could he make her twist his name into a different word. He rolled her onto her back, nudging her legs apart with his knee before straddling her hips, his hands deftly battled with the drawstring on her shorts, undoing and pushing them down while not breaking the kiss. His fingers danced over her underwear. The heat radiating from between her thighs made his stomach clench painfully. "I need to feel you" he grunted against her lips, fingers slipping under her panties. His pointer and middle finger slid easily through her folds, he teased her opening, groaning at how hot and wet she was, then sliding up, locating her clit, circling slowly before slipping back down, another brush over her hole. He smirked against her lips as she inhaled a deep, shuddery breath. "You really do like me" he whispered. She nodded dumbly, eyes closed but fluttering. He continued to tease, alternating between rubbing her clit and teasing her hole. He watched a faint red tinge creep up her face, her breathing shudder, becoming slower and deeper,her lips swell and flood a dark pink colour, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering rapidly. He pressed his lips to her ear, "Look at me!" he whispered huskily. Her eyes opened heavily and it took a second for her to focus on him. He looked fucking glorious. His long purple hair tousled, lips parted, flawless skin, eyes dark brown around the outside and melting into a bright amber colour. A smile tugged at his perfect, pouty lips. He watched her eyes fly round his face, drinking in his features. His smile grew, watching her carefully as he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside her, curling up to press against the sensative inner walls. She groaned heavily, a pleasured frown creasing her brow as her breath left her, her hips rising under his touch. His fingers twisted and scissored, stretching and probing, withdrawing before sliding back in easily. He added his thumb, circling and gently stroking her clit as he worked his fingers, out, in, curl, scissor, twist, stroke. Dexterity was not the word. He'd not even taken off her panties yet he could somehow get everywhere. Restricted or not. He watched her face, occasionally placing kisses on her increasingly sweaty forehead or her neck or a cheeky nibble on her earlobe. But mostly he just wanted to watch her climb. The expressions on her face as he took her higher and higher. Her moans, starting soft, were growing in volume, coming thicker and faster. Deep, gutteral cries from her diaphragm. "Shhhh Jagi. We're not alone." He reminded. She bit her lip but it was pointless. She couldn't stop. She was completely at the mercy of him and his magic hands. How he knew exactly how to touch her was a total mystery but she'd never felt so good. He somehow knew how to keep her climbing. She could be absolutely sure that she was about to explode, then he'd move a finger slightly or change pace or do something else to keep her building. Her back arched and she tried to stifle a moan but failed miserably. He laughed, pulling the pillow over with his other hand. "Bite Jagi. Bite" he instructed. She stuffed the corner of the pillow into her mouth, groaning deeply into it. He rolled his eyes with a smirk. Her moans were somewhat muffled but not enough. He had planned to keep this up as long as she could take it but apparently he had a screamer on his hands. Literally. " Too loud baby. You'll wake the hyungs" he

told her. "Fuck the hyungs" she growled back. He laughed loud, shaking his head. "They can't know yet. You need to come baby." She wrenched the pillow out of her mouth, glaring at him. "IM TRYING, YOU LITTLE SHIT" she spat. He laughed harder. Apparently she was vicious when she was being pleasured. He pulled his hand out of her panties, smirking at the death glare she was shooting him. "Relax Jagi. I got this" he smiled, snaking down her body. She audibly gulped as he pushed her knees apart, glancing up at her with far too beautiful eyes as he pulled her underwear aside and ran his tongue along her slit. Her head plopped back down as she rammed the pillow back into her mouth. He groaned, the taste of her exploding on his tongue. "Fuck" he grunted, yanking her underwear down. He gripped her thighs, spreading her, delivering another long, slow lick from hole to clit. He groaned again, trying to keep in his head that his purpose was to get her to come. Not to spend as long as he possible could, torturing her with his mouth, even if that's exaclty what he wanted to do. He sucked her clit softly between his lips, flicking his tongue rapidly. He felt her thighs clench. She was close. He could tell. He shuffled, supporting himself on one elbow, pushing three fingers into her. The delicious stretch was all she needed. He felt her walls clench hard around his fingers. He heard her gasp then silence. There was a moment as her orgasm took hold, making her motionless as it unleashed then ripped through her. He felt the wild pulsing of her pussy muscles around his fingers, satisfied, he slowed to a stop, lifting his mouth from her clit with an obnoxious pop. He smirked, sitting cross legged between her splayed legs, observing the devastation in front of him smugly. The pillow was still pulled over her face, her hands still gripping his sheets for dear life, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggled for air. Satisfied that he'd done his job well, he shuffled back up to her, carefully pulling the pillow off her face and smoothing her mussed hair back. He smiled sweetly, nose crinkling at her defeated form. He pulled the cover over her body, winding himself around her, placing gentle, soothing kisses on her cheek. "Goodnight Jagi" he whispered, closing his eyes.

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ggukkiedae · 4 years ago

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❝𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ hannah meets up with one of her close friends to catch up; alternatively: the fox and the quokka meet again

⇢ set in mid april 2021

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. feedback is highly appreciated!

Hannah shook her head fondly as she watched Yoonmi race down the hall towards the recording studio frequently seen on vlive. She and Yeonjun exchanged amused looks as the young girl excitedly entered the room, yelling the name of her older brother.

“Come on,” Yeonjun placed a hand on her back and sped their pace up, “or else Chan hyung’s gonna use us not being there as an excuse to stay longer.”

She scoffed at that, following Yeonjun regardless. “Please, he’d drop everything for Yoonmi anytime, and you know that.”

Yeonjun’s laugh was the only response she got as they entered the studio. The door opened immediately as they arrived in front of it, revealing Yoonmi dragging a chuckling Chan away to probably her manager’s car.

“Looks like they’ll be gone for a while,” Changbin laughed from the inside before nodding at her with a smile and turning to Yeonjun. “Let’s go before Wooyoung and Haknyeon decide to make us pay for being late.”

Yeonjun nodded and stepped out with Changbin, ruffling her hair on his way out. “See you in a bit, Hannah.

She glared at him a little before turning towards her friend who remained cleaning up the studio. They haven’t been able to see each other since their promotions overlapped. Or since the award shows, actually. “Hey, quokka.”

“Miss foxy,” Jisung playfully bowed at her before continuing to gather up his stuff, “long time no see. You hungry?”

“Always,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him, “or have you forgotten already?”

“Not when you and Yongbok have been constantly sending each other desserts. No cookies recently?”

“Yoonmi makes the best cookies, and she always sends some over to Chan hyung for you guys. Felix told me.”

The betrayed look he had on his face when he realized this made her laugh. It dawned on her that, though Chan may have told Felix to let the others get some cookies whenever they want, Felix must have kept it a secret. He loved Yoonmi’s cookies, so it was no surprise.

“He never told us!”

“Come on, let’s go eat.”

The two friends found themselves in the JYP cafeteria, food paid for with Jisung’s credits. He had a whole set of food in his tray, which was quite a drastic difference from her single bowl of salad. He frowned when he saw her tray.

“Just a salad?”

She shrugged. “We’re in the middle of promotions, so I’m dieting.”

“Nope,” he placed a plate of pasta on her tray and some extra side dishes, “your boyfriend and members are gonna kill me if I don’t feed you. Our food’s all organic, anyway. It’ll be fine. We’re sharing side dishes, by the way.”

She rolled her eyes but followed him to an empty table. They settled across from each other and began digging in. The conversation carried smoothly, as if they didn’t have a solid four or four months of not seeing each other. It switched from the food to normal catching up to preparations.

“Your comeback’s really good, by the way,” Jisung noted. “I listened to the whole album. Really good. You worked on lyrics, too!”

“Just a bit,” her tone was humble as she moved the salad around on her plate. “I thought it was fitting since it’s our first full album, so I did my best. Sorry for bothering you for help, by the way. I know you’re pretty busy with Kingdom.”

“Please,” he shook his head, “I needed the distraction. We were so caught up on preparing for the show, so I needed to forget it just a little.”

“How are you guys, by the way? I’ve seen your past few performances.” A teasing smirk made its way up to her face while she looked up from her food to meet his eyes. “I liked your cover of I’ll Be Your Man. Very impressive high notes there, mister main rapper. Very desperate.”

Jisung snorted and tossed a little sausage from their side dishes onto her plate. “Shut up, you know the performance is supposed to seem desperate.”

“What’s coming up? The collaboration stage, right?” She took a moment to recall the last episode’s ending. “It’s a shame that you guys aren’t working with The Boyz. You, Eric, and Sunwoo rapping together would have been cool.”

“You’re friends with Sunwoo?”

“We’ve met, but you already know I talk to English line the most.” She jolted up straight upon remembering something, startling Jisung into hitting his leg against the table. The boy curled in on himself a little, making her laugh. “Sorry about that. Did you hear? Changmin oppa invited me to co-host your sports day!”

That was the reason why she had been in a meeting the day before right after their schedules. She didn’t expect that she’d be brought straight to the company right after her schedules with NCT Dream, much less did she expect that she’d be meeting with a few higher ups and some Mnet staff alongside her senior for a cameo.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You’re coming to watch our sports day?”

“Co-host, but yeah.”

“This is gonna be so funny,” he laughed. “You know that, even if you have a boyfriend now, Juyeon hyung has an idol crush on you, right?”

“Stop!” Her hand went to her forehead in embarrassment. “Eric always mentions it whenever we talk, I swear.”

The smirk on her friend’s face sent a chill down her spine. “But there’s also Seonghwa hyung and Chani… Oh my god, man! What is it with you and these older guys, huh?”

“One more word out of your mouth, Han Jisung, and I’m telling Chan oppa that you had a crush on Yoonmi.”

Ah, yes. This short-lived crush her friend had on her other friend which amused her to no end every time he’d talk to her about how Yoonmi’s lyrics hit different, how her on stage persona is captivating, how she’s adorable in BTS content, or how her rap is unmatched by any other girl idols. Jisung, like many other fourth generation idols (and some from third generation) had fallen for the international sweetheart, and she made sure to tease him about it whenever given the chance.

Jisung groaned, “Of course I tease you about other’s having a crush on you, but you can’t tease me about people liking me.”

“Hey, if it means anything,” she began, “I used to like you the slightest bit back in late 2019 when we did those collab stages. Nothing much, it died as soon as it started, so don’t get too cocky.”

The slightly astonished look on her friends face made her remind him that it was a momentary thing rather than a prolonged crush. This, of course, didn’t stop Jisung from poking fun at her.

“Aye, I’m so telling your boyfriend,” Jisung laughed.

She gave him a pointed look. “Nothing is kept a secret in our group, and he’s in the same unit as one of the people most overprotective of me.”

The 00-liner wisely kept his mouth shut, making her laugh. A silence passed between the two before they silently agreed on not speaking about these infatuations ever again. She finished the last of her food before rummaging around her bag and pulling out a small bottle. It was something she didn’t use often, but prefered whenever she didn’t have to promote. Black nail polish.

“I brought this, by the way,” she mentioned as her phone started ringing. “I don’t know why you asked for it, but here you go.”

“Nice,” he took the bottle, “now answer your phone while I finish my food.”

The familiar face on her screen brought a subconscious smile to her face the moment she got her phone out of her pocket. It was her none other than her boyfriend, Liu Yangyang. She chuckled a little before answering the phone.

“Hey, Schnucki. I’m with Hannie right now. Jisung, say hi.”

She brought the phone closer to Jisung’s face, where he awkwardly greeted the boy on the other end of the phone. The awkwardness made her laugh and take it back. Maybe she should have waited until after he swallowed before making him say hi.

“Me again!”

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Yangyang asked her with the slightest hint of concern in his voice. “Renjun told me you skipped out on the food your manager got you guys on the way home.”

“Hwang Injun, that snitch.” Her mumbling was easily caught by Jisung who snorted in amusement. She lightly smacked his arm from across the table then went back to her conversation. “I just ate dinner! JYP Entertainment’s special organic food is pretty filling, don’t worry.”

“Alright,” his voice sounded relieved. “How long are you gonna be there? Will you be back too late? You still have an early start tomorrow.”

She chuckled at her boyfriend’s questions. Ever since their jacket shoot, her schedule had been filled with preparations for NCT Dream’s comeback. Yangyang had been texting her good morning everyday without fail and constantly checking up on her to make sure she was still functioning properly somehow. For some reason, she found this endearing about him. He usually wouldn’t seem like that type of boyfriend, but he is.

“I’ll be here until Yoonmi finishes shopping for her future nephew and Yeonjun oppa comes back from dinner with the 99s. Hannie’s taking care of me, don’t worry.”

Jisung’s scoff from across the table made her send him a pointed look.

“Could you put me on speaker?”

“Hold on.”

One more warning look was sent towards Jisung as she placed the phone on the table. Jisung looked at her curiously before turning towards the phone.

“Yangyang?” he called out cautiously.

“Hi, Han,” Yangyang greeted. “I know we only spoke a few times, but I hope it’s not too much to ask to take care if Hannah?”

“No problem, bro,” the Stray Kids member nodded despite the fact that the WayV boy couldn’t see him. “We’ll just be here in the company, there’s a bunch of places to lounge in and a lot of food.”

There was a laugh from the other end of the phone. “Thanks for taking care of my pet fox.”

“Excuse me,” she interjected, making the two boys laugh, “I will sheer your hair off your head, you sheep.”

“Kidding! Anyway, Han, you’re Hannah’s friend, so I’m trusting her with you. As a friend, right?”

Jisung chuckled. “Of course. No need to worry.”

Hannah snatched up her phone and turned speaker off before the conversation could get any longer. “Is that it?”

“I’m at the dreamie dorm right now, so I’m expecting cuddles when you get back.”

A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she playfully rolled her eyes. “As long as you’re out of the dorms by 1:30am at the latest, okay?”

“Of course, babe.” The wink was evident in his voice, she didn’t even need to see him to know he did. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“See you later, Schnucki.”

With that, she hung up her phone and looked up to find Jisung looking at her with a teasing smile. “What?”

“You’re so whipped,” he drew out. “Honestly! The smile on your face says it all. It’s different from when you’re talking to your members or your other friends.”

“My smile?”

Looking back on it, Jeno did mention that there was something different in the way she looked at Yangyang. Donghyuck mentioned it as well while jokingly whining about her not giving him as sweet of a smile. Even Yoonmi told her that she sometimes catches Mark smiling at her the way Hannah smiles at Yangyang. Was it really that noticeable?

With a shake of her head, she picked up the black nail polish bottle once again. “What do you want to do with this?”

“Could you paint my nails?”

#hannah.hotsauce #nct 24th member #nct dream 8th member #nct female member #nct female addition #hannah #lee hannah

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years ago

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title: catch up now?

× pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Interviewer!Reader, old friends from highschool kinda stuff, abandoned but maybe rediscovered love on both sides.

× summary: Three years are a long time. In three years, many things can and will change. But three years hadn’t been quite enough to change how two people feel about each other.

× warnings: a little teeny bit angsty but it’s nothing, really. Mainly fluff, some flustered, overly eager Gguk and old memories coming up.

× wordcount: 2k

× a/n: Not gonna lie, this might be one of my favourite pieces I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy this too! it’s somehow inspired by ‘Love Maze’ (BTS) and also ‘50 Proof’ (eaJ). Will probably not have a pt.2

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When he had read the name of the interview host - or hostess more like - Jungkook had already felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach that he had thought had disappeared over the course of time. Yet, he wasn’t surprised that it was still there.

He had however not dared to hope that it could actually be you, there sure were other people called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who has pursued their dream of becoming an interviewer, media person, whatnot. He didn’t even know if you had actually graduated uni and made it in the job, hence he hadn’t seen any of you in about four years of him debuting now. He had occasionally checked out your Instagram or Twitter, yet he shied away from following you on any social media platform. You weren’t really public about your work or personal life on both, you mainly retweeted stuff (he found out about your love for Bingsu and Makgeolli ice cream like that) and posted a few selfies or landscapes. He hoped that you had been able to pursue your dream of traveling around for a bit, in South Korea and outside of it. Though again, he didn’t know.

Jimin was seated right in front of him and Jungkook couldn’t help but nervously play with his hyungs honey blond dyed hair. Jimin chuckled surprised yet amused about his open display of nervousness and turned around slowly.

“Everything okay, Jungkook-ah? You seem more nervous than usually.” He remarked, making Namjoon look over to the maknae in wonder. “He does, right? I thought so too. Did something happen?” Jungkook only shook his head.

Not yet, he thought to himself.

The cameras around them started to blink all at once, the light has been set up correctly and the camera and sound team had settled down around them in the dark. Manager and publicists stood somewhere in the back, swallowed up by the dark. The only person that was missing still, was you. Or the person called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jungkook tried to tell himself.

Suddenly there was a soft laugh from somewhere off the scenes and his heart tripped over its own beat and finally, finally, you stepped into the light.

You looked pretty as ever, grown into your features entirely, like a lotus flower finally in full bloom. Jungkook had to swallow dry. The light coral red of your lip balm complimented your skin and the subtle almost invisible make up you wore, accentuated your already beautiful features even more. You hadn’t changed your hair much, but it was a bit longer and looked so soft in the bright light. His eyes almost subconsciously darted to your fingers, searching for evidence of a possible relationship. He was almost ashamed how quickly he ended up thinking about this, his own boldness making him even more flustered. (There was no formal looking ring on your ringfinger though, to his relief.)

There was a warm smile on your lips as you bowed deeply to them all, greeting them respectfully. The boys returned your greeting immediately and a bunch of annyeong haseyo-s sounded through the studio. Jungkook felt Namjoon look over at him again, a piercing gaze Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand if he met it. So he just kept looking at everything but Namjoon...not that this was hard to do when you were right in front of him.

“Thank you so much for being here with us.” You said with a smile, looking at everyone with the same look of respect and polite distance. Like you were supposed to, at work, as a professional. Like you didn't know them personally. Everyone, including Jungkook.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Could it be that you...forgot about him? It couldn’t really be, right? How would you actually be able to, you really...in this moment your eyes crossed again and something flickered in your eyes, a facade crumbled for a few seconds only. It was an amused twinkle, like a cheeky wink and a minimal curl of your lips.

Acknowledgement.

And Jungkook’s heart did multiple flips, breath caught in his throat and eyes widened.

You had started with the questions, keeping the conversation light and flowing. The vibe in the room was comfortable and built up on mutual respect - yet Jungkook felt as if he was sitting on red-hot needles. He wanted to talk to you, ask about how you had been, what you were doing (if you had a boyfriend) if you were happy, if you got a cat, how your mother’s little business was going (he’d anonymously purchased countless items, to support your family), if your favourite colour still was cyan blue and your still religiously bought Pajeon and Makgeolli on rainy days, if you ever spent a second of your day thinking of him (because he did).

Him, your somewhat ex-best friend from highschool, him, the one you spent hours talking to in the ungodly hours of the morning, him who you had lost your first kiss to (though lost wasn’t the right word: you gave it to him more like). Him who you had poked fun of when the first girl approached him in his Rookie days and he’d been flustered to no end.

Him, who had promised to you that he wouldn’t abandon your friendship and yet the two of you drifted apart anyways.

Not for the lack of trying on either side though. Jungkook’s schedule had just become even fuller, his nights shorter, training longer and fans more obsessive. And you had seen each other less often, greetings were shorter and late night talks turned into good night wishes over text quicker.

You on your part weren’t mad, a little disappointed maybe. Sad for sure, but not mad. After all, you had expected it to turn out like that. So had the rest of your little circle, Haneul, Hwang, Kyong and Myunghee. Whilst the five of you had supported Jungkook on his journey with all you’ve got, you all tried to overcome the obvious pain of him drifting off.

Some (mainly Hwan and Kyong) with working harder in school for example. You did that too, but sometimes you also partied a little harder, were awake at three AM a little more often, missed him a lot more. It hurt letting someone you love go.

Jungkook and you had always been a bit...closer. Why you didn’t know, how you couldn’t possibly explain. But you were and him rising into the heights and new dimensions of being an idol destroyed this almost completely. This strange world of fame, those walls of flashing cameras, the flow of expensive goods and seas of screaming people, that was his world. He was a star, figuratively and somewhat literally. He shone more radiant, higher, longer, prettier and too bright for an innocent, young love to coexist.

So you stayed behind, soon having lost his number due to him having to change it, his contact information soon had less to say than what you could find on the internet.

His new hair colour? Well, you could google it. Height? Current weight? Several fan sights knew the answer. Achievements? The internet again.

It was strange, ridiculous to some extent. And it hurt. But you couldn’t blame him, so you never did.

⋄

When you had heard that you would be interviewing BTS last week you could help but feel scared. You hadn’t seen him face to face for three or so years, three years with no FaceTime, texting, three years of not seeing his bunny smile, smiled just for you.

And when you had seen him again, laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-five months, you realised that nothing you ever felt for him had faded away. It was all the same again, your heart still jumped in your chest and your stomach still fluttered whenever he did as much as breathing. The only thing that had changed was his height and him having had the biggest glow up you had witnessed in your life, yours included – though this Jungkook would disagree vehemently.

This Jungkook who got pulled out of his thoughts and memories almost violently, as you directed a first question at him only.

“I…” he started, gulping hardly, having forgotten the question already halfway.

“Sorry I can’t – how have you been?” you stopped shortly, stunned and a tad confused at first. You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Or clumsy, for that matter. Yet you couldn’t help but giggle, and all the unsaid words and ignored truths between the two of you disappeared into smoke, taking all tension with them. Just like that.

“I’ve been fine, Gukie. Busy. Long-time no see, hm. How about you?” somewhere behind the cameras someone dropped a pen and there were multiple gasps being heard. The rest of the bangtan boys didn’t look any better; Jimin had his mouth open, Taehyung was looking back and forth between the two of you, Yoongi just froze, Jin and Hoseok had clasped their hands in front of their mouths and Namjoon just looked like someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

But Jungkook? Jungkook was smiling widely, his bunny smile, smiled just for you.

“Busy too. Yes, very long time no see.” He replied sheepishly, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked around the dead silent studio. “Why…how do you know each other?” Yoongi finally asked, eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.

“Well I guess we have to tell them now. We know each other from back in Highschool. We were pretty close friends back then.” You explained softly, giving him a small smile. Jungkook nodded quickly. “My apologies. I didn’t wanted to completely ruin the interview but…I haven’t seen you in three or so years. Sorry.” You waved it off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. We will catch up later, alright?” Jungkook nodded, making the mistake of looking over to Namjoon, who looked like he finally understood everything. “Is that why you were so…never mind.” He ended in a mumble and Jungkook was glad he did.

⋄

The second the interview was officially finished and all the cameras shut off, Jungkook was on his feet and approaching you. He didn’t even care about formalities anymore as he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t nestle his face in the crook of your neck as easy as he had been able to do in high-school. The second thing was that you had changed your perfume into something more flowery and fresh. The third thing he noticed was how much he liked having you in his arms again, especially because he could now rest his head on top of yours.

The first thing you noticed was how broad your Kookie had become. Broad and tall and firm everywhere. The second thing you noticed was how he smelled more expensive, faintly musky but still very much like Jungkook. A scent you could pick out from a thousand, unique and everything you loved. The third thing you noticed was how familiar and how looked after you felt in his arms, how protected from every harm. You had missed this feeling.

“Aigoo, Junkookie!” Jin yelled from behind, causing you to chuckle embarrassed and trying to break the hug. But Jungkook simply tightened his arms around you, having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

“Just ignore them. They’ll leave, eventually.” His voice was muffled by the skin on your neck, since he had now buried his face there, taking deep breaths.

“And we?” you asked with a small laugh, not moving either. “We stay. We catch up. Got a lot of that to do.” Sounded good enough to you…just that you had expected them to make a bee-line for the exit after the cameras cut due to their busy schedule.

“Catch up now?” you asked after a few seconds of him still having his arms around you, unmoving. The young man shook his head.

“No…not right now.” He took a deep breath, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin and the fabric of your blouse.

“In five minutes. Let me just hold you for a little while, you…you have no idea how much I missed you.”

If he only knew.

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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Hiiii, please response me😭

Honestly I wonder why Jk jealous of taemin when taemin & jimin having friendship?? I mean I can clearly see jk's jealousy. Please answer..... Borahae 💜

Ehhhhhh??????? JK is jealous of Taemin????

That's both an understatement and the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! Lol

Don't be shy, he wants to kill him. Say it! Lmho

Why is JK jealous of Taemin? Sounds like an existential question and I don't want to get into all of that mess.

I just slicked my edges down. Can't have these angry mobs peeling it off by force 🤧

But I get it. I used to find JK and Taemin's dynamic intriguing too but frankly, I'm over it. Lol.

I don't think it's as deep as the fandom make it seem. Especially not in 2021.

Word on the streets was Taemin had a thing for JM? and JK wasn't too happy about that- not sure about that but I can't fault him if ever he did. It's Jimin. Who doesn't want him.

But I think it's more delicate than that.

Besides, Jealousy shouldn't be our only go to label to explain every Jungkook emotion out there where JM is concerned.

Personally, I've sought to revolutionize the term Jeonlous and Jimlous in the way that we as a fandom perceive and think on it as a complex human emotion, one that centers mostly on boundaries rather than frivolous feelings of possessiveness or envy.

So to me, if JK really is 'jealous' in regards to Taemin then I'd assume it's because Taemin breached his personal boundaries where JM is concerned. It's as simple as that.

Which I believe was the case.

I try not to speculate on dynamics other than BTS's as it goes against my better conscience- Yes I have one. Shut up and read. Lol.

I tortured myself to death, figuratively speaking of course, the last time I tried commenting on a dynamic outside of BTS- JK and Mijoo's situation.

I don't think it's ethical...

When it comes to JK and Taemin's dynamic, one thing you should understand is they aren't friends. Not that we know of.

Jimin and Taemin are friends in the same interest group, the Padding Squad. JK isn't a member of that interest group- perhaps because he doesn't share their interests.

Jhope passed on becoming a member of the Padding Squad because his hobbies and interests didn't align with that of the members- Sungwoon. He introduced Sungwoon to Suga instead who then introduced him to JM.

One thing that Jhope said about Sungwoon was that he enjoyed outing which was a lifestyle incompatible with his own.

Now since Sungwoon said he clicked with JM right away, I'd assume its because JM enjoyed going out and stuff like that- among other things.

Jk in those days wasn't known as the outing kind and preferred staying indoors to going out. I think this is one of the contrasts between JK and Jimin's personalities.

So if JM has a bunch of friends who enjoy going out as much, then I don't see how JK would fit into that circle.

Taemin and JK move in totally different circles. They don't have much in common beyond the fact they are both close to Jimin. In my opinion. I could be wrong.

Jimin have said he doesn't like to share his friends but of course we've seen him, Sungwoon and JK hang out a few times. Those three have a friendship going on unlike in TaeminMinKook's case.

It's speculated, Jimin introduced JK to Sungwoon but this was during one of Sungwoon's time off and the three got to hang together which I think is great.

Not sure if, JM has had similar opportunity to introduce Taemin and JK. That would depend on their schedules and what they do during their free time.

Introductions are necessary in friendship culture and we cannot undervalue JM's role in facilitating camaradship between those two.

If they are 'not friends' ask JM why. Smirk.

Their 'differences' and why their 'not friends' to me has more to do with their unique individualities and interests but also their age difference and culture?

Jealousy sounds plausible but you have to consider the fact age is a huge thing in the South Korean culture.

Taemin is much older than JK and ordinarily we cannot reasonably expect for them to be as close much less be friends to begin with- per the dictates of their culture.

As much as we love to rave on about the hyung/dongsaeng dynamics in their culture, from the little I know of their culture, older people and younger people aren't expected to mingle so easily or act so casually.

Besides, hyung/dongsaengs aren't considered friendmates in their culture.

A high level of respect and reverence is required within such a dynamic and boundaries are expected to be upheld at all times too so I guess we can chalk it up to that too I think.

The only way a younger person can be considered friends with or close with or even treat an older person as 'a friend' is if the older one allows for that level of familiarity between them.

Without that kind of permission, their relationship is viewed as strictly an older hyung to younger dongsaeng relationship and formality must be respected by both sides.

I think we've talked about this? This is what JK was going on about in his conversation with Tae in Soop. Tae was giving JK permission to treat him as 'friends' within the group but JK insisted on the formality and boundaries expected between them as hyung as and dongsaeng.

If JK believes he needs to uphold boundaries with people older than him and not get too close to them, what makes you think he would consider older people besides his bandmates 'friends' or treat them casually like one?

The thing about JK, he is a bit cliquey... in my opinion that is. I'm gonna get in trouble, am I not? Chilee.

I often talk about JK and exclusivity or his tendencies for exclusive behaviors....

Once my sister told me, when she first enrolled to uni, how everyone she'd met would ask of her age first before they even asked which country she was from and some of the girls on her floor wouldn't talk to her because they considered her older than them and as such kept their distance or something like that- out of respect for and she had to give those that fuxked with her permission to address her a casual way- personally, I thought they were just being ageists and racists as fuck but then a year into her stay she said she sort of got the hang of it. That it was a cultural thing- Stockholms is real people. Lmho.

Bitxh wouldn't know a friend from a foe. Can't relate. Foe till proven friends!

Gotta smart yourself out here- Hold on...

Is this why I don't have no friends???!!!!!

😥😥😥😥😥💀

Chilee. This is not good.

She explained, most of the people she later became friends with seemed to prefer making friends with foreigners because they felt the age barrier thingy didn't apply there and they had the freedom to express themselves freely with them regardless of their age.

People that are considered 'friends' in their culture are usually people around the same age while a hyung/dongsaeng friendship dynamic often invite brows and gazes- if you know what I mean. A hyung who allows a dongsaeng to be friends with them gives that dongsaeng status at best, at worst is opening the younger one to cultural criticism especially in how the older one is addressed.

So when Namjoon refers to Jimin as a friend it hits hard and reflects how deep and special their bond is as compared to say Vmin or NamHope who are close in age. Same age friendships would have to be qualified to denote how special their bond is. So for Vmin you'd see them going out of their way to talk about that they are soulmates, besties etc.

When JM talks about that all of his friends are hyungs, it a form of social proof. One cannot be friends with hyungs just like that. Jimin is cool and has social status.

If Jimin ever refers to JK as a friend he would be admitting he allows for a certain level of familiarity between them that is out of the ordinary just as his dynamic with Taemin and RM is.

I say all this so you can deep it when an older says to a young one, he is my friend.

RM says JM is his friend.

Mess with Minimoni, I'll stab you.

Taemin says JM is his closest 'friend' in the padding squad- or maybe I misunderstood what he meant but he keeps talking about Jimin and how close they are and how special their relationship is in the media and what not...

Deep it and deep it for JK too. Lmho.

He's lucky he is alive!

In my opinion, JK doesn't do too well around people who pull ranks over him. He tends to have his guard up around them and he tries to maintain formality with them.

It all depends on how comfortable JK is around certain group of friends Jimin has. Just as, it's not all friends of JK JM vibes with. Smirk.

Ok listen, I tried this sane shipper thingy yall recommended, it's not working for me-

If Taemin is not fucking with JK, JK is not gonna be fucking with him. So simple. I tried beating around the bush but chilee JK is not the problem Taemin is. There I said it.

In my opinion of course.

Whatever thing they had going on seemed personal and it could be as a result of anything.

It could be JK doesn't agree with his choices, lifestyle or influence on JM. It could also be Taemin does not approve of JK for JM. It could be he said something JK took offense at. Literally anything.

Whereas JK have reacted strongly to him in the past, I don't think I've seen Taemin have a similar strong reaction to JK. I could be wrong.

To me, he's always laughed those moments off as if JK were overreacting to something trivial- which, it's Jk, I won't put it past him but I find that behavior annoying and condescending as fuck coming from Taemin. No disrespect to Taemin.

For whatever reason, JM has always put his friendships on a pedestal talking about that his relationships is gold to him and what not and he prides himself in the fact he goes out of his way to nurture his relationships.... cool.

Love it for him.

But JK on the other hand has been striving to put up boundaries for JM in regards to the people he surrounds himself with and I don't think Taemin is an exception or was an exception.

JK has a lot of boundaries, I keep saying and they may not be the kind of boundaries you expect to see from him but he has them regardless.

He prefers for instance not to be so casual with people older than him for obvious reasons as he keeps saying, I'd assume it's a value he's tried to pass on to JM several times over the years- what is JM's view on that? Clearly JM has his own values.

JK has said he doesn't have friends and when he started making friends they were all within the same age group- the 97 liners.

JM on the other hand says all his friends are hyungs and he has one same age friend- V. Sidenote: Can't he just make Idol friends within the same age group besides V?

What goes on?!

Do y'all see the conflict of values there?

It's not always about Jealousy if you ask me.

Their values on certain things don't align.

I'm sorry. Lmho.

I mean I have said this several times now!

It's taken JK a hot minute to come to terms with, accept and get used to certain things especially in his relationship and personal life and it shows in the way he talked about 'dressing up' more often in his recent VLive, and how he seems to be acknowledging that he is a celebrity with power and status and he has to be conscious of that going forward.

Contrast that with a two years ago when he didn't even care about how he dressed to the airport and Jm said he had to use tactics to get him to get rid of his old bag or even care about how he dressed.

Significant improvement.

Jimin, as we've said claims he's come to the realization friends ain't shit- the emphasis is mine. Lol.

So I guess my answer to your question is, I don't think JK is jealous necessarily when it comes to Taemin. He reacts to him the same way he reacts to Namjoon or whosoever breaches his boundaries in regards to JM.

And that to me translates as, Taemin doesn't respect JK's boundaries for whatever reason. It could be because like I said, he doesn't think JK has a place in JM's space as his boyfriend, could be because he treats JK as JM's dongsaeng and not his equal partner.

It could be JK doesn't approve of Taemin's friendship with Jimin because he expects Jm to have boundaries especially with certain people around him- I mean I wonder how many of their friends know they are a thing. Can't be all of them💀

That too can create issues with the way they handle their boundaries with either of Jikook.

Or it can be because he is jealous too. We can't know for sure.

Signed,

GOLDY

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evolmaze · 4 years ago

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not like this

summary - you go to a party ready to hang out with your friends, but your best friend has other ideas that involve you, a closet, seven minutes, and a close friend you swore you’d never tell

pairing - jin x reader ft. other members of bts and other o.c.s!

genre - fluff, angst | ftl!au, nonidol!au

word count - 5.0k words

warnings - mentions of drinking, otherwise nothing else!

a/n: this is totally inspired by that one episode of New Girl where Nick and Jess are stuck behind the door and Nick tells Jess that he doesn’t want kiss her, “not like this” hence the title lol. Not quite the same plotline, but was definitely my inspiration for it!

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You had always loved Saturday nights, the one day a week where you could literally do nothing all day and not feel guilty about it. The one night a week where you got to see most of your friends, hang out, and of course, get tipsy and play a bunch of stupid games; tonight was no different.

You had arrived at your friend Alexa’s house, a little late, and by the looks of it, you were the last to arrive. Your friend group wasn’t enormously big, just around six or so depending on the night, any more and things usually got out of hand. There was you, Alexa, your mutual friend Lia, and then the boys: Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon. You all had become friends while in university, and you’re happy to say you were able to remain friends afterward. Sometimes the boys would bring their other friends, ones they had met through work, and tonight you were happy to see Jimin, Tae, Jungkook, and Hoseok here as well. You didn’t know them as well, but every time you hung with them, they had been nothing but kind. If you’re honest, the people you knew best here were Jin and Alexa, the three of you had lived in the same dorm freshman year, and since then, you had been inseparable.

“y/n!” Alexa called excitedly, crossing the room to greet you. “I was afraid you weren’t gonna make it!”

“Sorry,” you exclaimed, “Literally got halfway here and realized I had forgotten the chips!” she laughed, taking them from you, and setting them on the counter next to the taco dip; a classic staple in your university days. “I see everyone else is already here.” you mused, scanning the room.

“Yeah, don’t worry though, Jimin and Tae literally got here five minutes before you,” she laughed, and set a hand on your shoulder, slightly turning you towards the back of the room. “But he’s been here all night, asking me every couple minutes if I’ve heard from you,” she whispered, you were sure she was wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You looked across the room, and saw Jin, laughing with Hoseok and Jungkook. He hadn’t seen you yet, and selfishly you loved that you were able to stare at him carefree, taking in all the things you loved about him. You hadn’t seen him in a while, school kept you both busy, and with both of you working part time jobs, a couple weeks had gone by since your last hang out. God how you had missed him.

“You’re staring..” Alexa chuckled, as your best friend, and friend who had also known Jin the longest, she knew all about your crush on him. She was actually the one who called you out on it first, and from then on, she loved to tease you about it, but in all honesty, if she didn’t know, and wasn’t there for you to give advice or listen to you rant, you’re sure you would have gone insane by now.

“Ahhh, yeah,” you laughed nervously, tearing your view from him, and facing her. “God, it’s getting worse isn’t it?”

“Noooo,” she said, obviously lying, but you appreciated the false confidence. “Okay, maybe, but you’re in love, how else are you supposed to cope with that?”

“Oooh, I’d say drinking my sorrows away so I don’t have to think about how he’ll never like me back.” you laughed, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Alexa looked at you, concerned. “Lex I’m fine, seriously. I’ve come to terms with it, and at this point, he’s just a placeholder till I find someone new.”

“I’ve always said this, and I stand by it: Jin is so fucking stupid. Thick as a brick.”

“Yah!” he suddenly called from across the room. “Alexa are you talking shit?” you laughed, trying to figure out how much he heard.

“Absolutely not,” she said, looking towards you. “But y/n totally was!”

“Lex!” you yelled, embarrassed. You looked up, making eye contact with Jin, and his face lit up.

“y/n! Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” he said, coming over to you. Alexa winked and left to go talk to Lia. He came up to you, immediately crushing you in a hug. Your face was right up against his chest, you could smell his cologne, and god was it intoxicating.

“Sorry, I literally just got here!” you said, pulling your head back to look at him, he smiled down at you, his arms around your waist. You could stay like this forever.

“Hmmm, I suppose I can forgive you then.” he joked, slowly letting go of you, his fingers lingering a little too long. You tried your best to remain calm, and not think about the way it felt to be held by him. He cleared his throat, taking a slight step back, you looked at him expectantly. “Whatcha drinking?” he asked, and you held up your drink you had grabbed earlier. “Oh,” he laughed, ears turning red in embarrassment, and you grinned, god you loved this man.

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The night had progressed rather smoothly, you were impressed. Usually, nights like this took a turn for the worst during a game of Pictionary, but so far, things had been fine! Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and you couldn’t have been happier. Currently, you all sat in a circle playing a childish game of never have I ever. You knew these were childish, but secretly you loved them, all the games you never got to play in high school cause you didn’t go to parties. Except instead of fingers down, everyone also took a shot. Currently, Jimin and Lia were tied for first place with each having nine out of ten fingers down. You only had four down, but it didn’t really matter.

“Never have I ever recreated the scene from titanic in front of the whole school only to realize Rose was played by my professor,” Tae snickered, looking directly at Jimin.

“Not fair,” he laughed, putting a finger down, and taking a shot. “That’s targeting!” everyone laughed, and Jimin grinned, taking a seat back down.

“Okay okay okay,” Alexa said suddenly, gathering everyone’s attention. “Let’s switch up the game, we’ve been playing this for an hour, and if Jimin has to take one more shot, I don’t want to be the one responsible for taking him to the hospital tonight.”

“I’m fine!” he laughed, and it was mildly true, everyone here seemed to have a pretty high tolerance, and being out of university, it seems the activities had mildly mellowed out. No excessive drinking tonight.

“Okay, what game are you thinking of Lex?” Lia asked, and Alexa paused before getting a thoughtful look on her face.

You watched as she looked towards you, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Since we’re on a roll with high school parties games, why not a fun couple rounds of seven minutes in heaven?” The group was split, some laughed in encouragement, while others, like yourself, seemed confused, you all were friends wouldn’t that be weird? “Okay wait, let me finish. We’ll switch up the rules so it’s not weird. The two people can go in there and decide what to do, kiss or take two shots each.”

You laughed, it seemed stupid still, but why the hell not? You were probably a little tipsy at this point, so why not indulge in this juvenile game. “How do we decide who goes in?” you asked.

“We’ll start with a random person to go in the closet, and then the group decides who goes in after them. But the catch is, the person alone in the closet has to face the wall so they cant see who comes in with them. So since they can’t see each other, in order to drink or kiss, they have to correctly guess who it is. Make sense?” Everyone nodded, and you eagerly awaited to see who was first.

“Who wants to go first?” Jimin asked, and the group went silent. “What about y/n?” you looked up, confused.

“Why me?” you questioned.

“Why not?” he questioned back, and you laughed.

“Okay fine,” you agreed, looking down at everyone as you stood up. “Alright, whichever one of you comes in, be ready to take shots!” everyone laughed, and you grinned, making eye contact with Alexa, that same stupid glint in her eye.

“Don’t sound so sure,” she laughed, and you blushed, quickly turning towards the closet. You opened the door, and entered, shutting it behind you. You wondered who they would send it, though with Alexa's knowing look you had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. It was a mystery how much time had passed by the time you heard the door open behind you.

“Hello mystery stranger,” you called, waiting for the door to shut again before turning around.

“You have seven minutes, y/n!” Alexa called, followed by a chorus of cheers. “Guess correctly and you can thank me later!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, that must have been a clue, right? “Hmm, how should I go about this, because I’m assuming you’re not allowed to speak, right? That’d make it too easy,” you pondered, and with no response from the person in front of you, you presumed you were right.

“Okay, I have an idea.” you declared, holding your hands out in front of you. “My hands are in front of you right now, grab one of them.” You waited patiently for them to do so, and soon enough you felt something hit the side of your hand. “That’s my hand, grab it.”

They grabbed your hand, and you immediately registered that they had large hands, long fingers, there was no way this was Lia or Lexa, they both had comically small hands. On second thought, so did Jimin, so that left the rest of the boys. “Here’s what I’m thinking, I’ll ask you a series of questions, and if the answer is yes then squeeze my hand once, if it’s no, then squeeze my hand twice. Make sense?”

One squeeze. “Okay, cool cool. Let’s see,” you pondered, trying to think of a question that would get the most people out at once. “Oh! Okay, do you have roommates?”

Two squeezes, “Okay, well that rules out Jungkook and Tae since they live together. Do you have a pet?”

Two squeezes again, “Well alright, then you’re not Namjoon or Yoongi either. So you’re either Hoseok or Jin.” you stalled for a second, wondering what the odds were that this was Jin in front of you. Alexa wouldn’t do that to you would she? Who are you kidding, she’s tipsy, of course, she would. Your heartbeat increased mildly at the possibility that this was Jin and the possibility that you two would kiss, but you knew deep down that if it was him, you’d rather just take shots because kissing him in this closet was not at all how you wanted to do it.

“Final question,” you said aloud, figuring out what you would ask. “Do you feel strongly about the financial crisis in Ecuador?” A laugh from the person in front of you confirmed your suspicions, it was Jin. Whenever the two of you were together and ran out of things to talk about, he would always ask you the most random of questions, that one is one of his favorites.

“I feel very strongly about it, almost as strongly as I feel about the American peanut butter famine of 1834,” he joked, and you laughed, it was such a dumb joke, but it got you every single time. It absolutely had nothing to do with him, and you thinking he was the funniest person alive, not at all.

The two of you quieted down, and you heard Jimin call for four minutes left. Suddenly, you remembered why you were here, and what you had to decide. “So,” you said, trying to decide how you were gonna get out of this. “How’s it going?”

“Oh you know, just grand,” he said, and you heard him shifting his weight from one foot to another. It was then that you also realized he was still holding your hand, cute. “You have a decision to make, don’t you?” he asked, and you blushed, thank god for the darkness of this closet.

“I think it’s a group consensus, no?” you asked.

Jin chuckled, and you felt his thumb run over your knuckles, your mind raced at the feeling. “I mean sure, but I’m cool with either.” You were pretty sure that you died of cardiac failure after he said that, there was no way he had just said that. “Plus the idea of taking two shots right now makes me wanna die,”

“Hmm, you did kinda suck at taking shots,” you joked, trying to ease your nerves, and he playfully swatted your shoulder. Your hand hung loosely at your side, and you took the moment to wipe the sweat off on your jeans. “So you’re cool with either? You’re sure?” you asked, your voice slightly panicky.

You sensed his arm moved as it wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You held your breath, what the fuck was going on. “I’m sure, are you?”

You felt your head get fuzzy and you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the way you could feel each of his fingers as they rested on the small of your back, but you definitely weren’t sober anymore. “I don’t want to kiss you in the closet,” you said quickly, your hand instinctively balling into a fist. “Not like this.”

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly, a touch of hurt in his voice, your heart ached at the sound. “Would you rather take the shots?”

“No, no, no,” you said frantically, releasing his hand and taking a step back. Even though you knew this was low risk, you’d have to absolutely be blind to not understand the elephant in this closet with you two, you still felt terrified of rejection. “I-I can’t see you, I want to be able to see you.”

At that moment, the door flung open, the light from the outside streaming in, and all you saw was Jin’s face as he looked at you as if he had never seen you before. You wanted to cry, but instead, you pushed past him, and grabbed a bottle of peppermint schnapps off the counter, quickly downing two shots, before going out onto the porch. You absolutely needed some air.

The commotion from inside followed you faintly as you shut the door, everyone was confused, but drunk enough to move on rather quickly, sending Jungkook into the closet, before sending someone else in after him. You paid them no mind, too busy feeling sorry for yourself that even when the moment was perfect, you still found a way to ruin it for yourself. He had literally told you he wanted to kiss you, and you had ruined it with your stupid insecurities, go figure.

The sliding door opened and you looked up as he stepped out onto the porch, blanket in one hand, and two water bottles in the other. “Mind if I join you?” you said nothing, but nodded in response, and he offered you water, and you took it before he sat next to you. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he wrapped the blanket around him, and it was in that moment that you remembered it was November. Unconsciously, you pulled your knees up, wrapping your arms around them, wishing you had grabbed your jacket. “Here,” he said suddenly, opening up one side of his blanket cocoon. “We can share.”

You peered at him hesitantly, before opting in because even your pride was willing to leave for warmth. He wrapped the blanket around you both, and you moved closer to him in an attempt to get the blanket around the both of you completely. Aside from your shoes peeking out, the both of you were completely submerged, he must have found the biggest blanket in the apartment. You peered up at him and watched as he stared at the street before you, not thinking twice of it, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Jin, I’m sorry for freaking out earlier.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, looking down at you. “You were uncomfortable, I should have been more aware.”

“I wasn’t that uncomfortable,” you muttered, and he chuckled.

“y/n you were actually shaking at one point,” you laughed at that, he was right.

“Okay, fine, but I was only uncomfortable with the circumstances, not the idea behind them,” you paled when you realized what you said, but when Jin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, you relaxed a little.

“Oh so what you’re saying is that I didn’t need to take two shots?”

“Hmmm, maybe not,” you mused, and he laughed. “And neither did I.”

“So why did you?” he asked, the smile dropping from your face as you thought about how you were gonna explain this.

“Jin, I-” you said, your heart rate picking up with each passing moment; it was now or never. “I really like you, I have feelings for you so strong I feel like going crazy sometimes. I’m sure you already knew because Alexa has a big mouth, and I’m the least subtle person on the planet, but that’s why I took the shots.”

“You took the shots instead of kissing me because you like me?”

“Ah no,” you grumbled, getting stressed that he wasn’t getting it. “I took the shots because I didn’t want my first kiss to be in the dark, especially with you.”

“Ahhh, I see what you mean,” he said, a faint smile on his face. He looked down at you, and you felt all the air leave your body as you registered the look in his eyes. It was the exact same as yours had been earlier when you saw him. He had never looked at you like that, at least to your memory. He had, you had just never noticed.

“I just, I just want to be able to see you,” you said quietly, unable to move, stuck in the way he looked at you. “I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t want to mess up.”

Jin grinned, “You can’t mess up, y/n.” he assured you, and you blushed.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty clumsy sometimes,” you pondered, you honestly had no idea how to do it, so chances were that you would mess it up. Jin was older than you, a year or so, and you’ve seen him with a number of girls, so you were pretty positive you were the inexperienced one in this pair.

“It’s pretty simple,” he mused, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I could teach you.” Your heart skipped a beat at his sultry tone, he was absolutely gonna be the death of you. “I’m sure you’d be a quick learner.”

“I’m sure you’d be a good teacher,” you said, and his ears turned a nice shade of pink. You mentally grinned at your ability to fluster him, even in this frenzied state.

“So what do you say?” he asked, running his hand down your arm to grab your hand again. Goosebumps appeared in succession, as you realized where this was going. “Is it bright enough out here for you?”

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, grinning as he smiled at you. “You’re perfect, you know that right?”

“Says you,” he cooed, “You know how long I’ve waited for a moment like this? I like you so much, y/n, it actually drives me crazy how amazing and perfect you are.” You blushed deeply at that, unsure of how in the world you had ended up here, but hearing him say the things you had always wanted him to say made your heart race so fast you were sure you were dreaming.

“So what’s the first step?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm as you wrapped your arm around his neck. He moved, so you were facing each other now, the blanket falling slightly. You unconsciously tangled his hair in your fingers. He closed his eyes, obviously enjoying whatever you were doing.

“Well you’re doing great so far,” he sighed, his tone breathless. “I was right, quick learner for sure.” you smirked, your fears long forgotten as you felt him lean into your touch. You had no idea that would have such an affect on him, you’d definitely remember that for later.

“What next?” you asked, and he opened his eyes. They were darker than before, and you were sure you were hallucinating. He wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you even closer. His face was inches from yours, if leaned forward you would bump noses.

“Well I’ll pull you close, close enough to kiss you of course,” he whispered, and you chuckled. “Then I’ll probably compliment you some more, telling you how much I like being around you, how beautiful you are, how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he paused, smiling at you. “Then I’ll lean in closer, and ask if you’re sure you want this.”

“And I’ll say that I do,” you said, “That I’ve wanted this for a long time, I was just too scared to say anything, how dumb was that, huh?”

You both chuckled at that, agreeing that you both had been so scared for no reason. “That’s good to hear,” he grinned, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Cause that’d be really awkward if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Oh I feel the same,” you said quickly. “Don’t even worry about that.”

He smiled at you for the millionth time that night, and even though you should have been used to it by now, you still felt like you were floating. “Well now I’m gonna lean forward, probably a little too slowly just to tease you, and maybe I’ll pause just in front of you,” he whispered, pausing with almost no room between your lips.

“And then?” you asked quietly, afraid to break the moment. “What should I do?”

“Whatever you feel like.”

You leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips were as soft as you had imagined they would have been. You weren’t sure what to do once you two had touched, but you felt him move away before kissing you again, this time with more pressure. You hesitantly did the same, and you felt his grip on your tighten, so you must have been doing something right. He pulled away again, and you opened your eyes to see him grinning at you. He leaned forward so his mouth was by your ear.

“You're doing great,” he said, chills running down your spine. “You’re a natural.”

He kissed your cheek, before reconnecting your lips, you moved slowly, testing the waters on what you thought might work, gauging the success rate by how Jin reacted. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you pulled away again, but you could see that his lips were red, and you imagined yours looked the same.

“You’re amazing,” you said, heart seizing at the way he looked at you, and it was in that moment that you knew things were going to be okay. “Definitely the best teacher I’ve ever had. I might need a few more lessons though.”

He smirked, “Oh don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for more lessons. It’ll cost you though,”

“What’s the price?” you mused, fingers dancing around his face, tracing the outline of his jaw, his ear, his collarbone.

“A date, with me, this weekend, at a restaurant of your choosing.”

You hummed, pretending to contemplate the idea, “I guess I can do that, but I charge too, ya know.”

“Oh yeah?” he taunted, curious what you were gonna say. “For what?”

You wanted to do something equally as romantic and sensual as him, but in that moment you were overcome with an urge to just hold onto him, to hug him. So you tightly wrapped yourself around him, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. He returned your embrace immediately, slightly caught off guard by your change in tone, but welcomed it nevertheless. He ran his hands up and down you back as you took a deep breath. You turned your head towards him, tentatively placing a kiss on his neck. You felt him shiver slightly, the goosebumps rising on his skin. “For that,” you whispered, kissing his neck once more, before returning to your original embrace.

He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but somehow you had managed to be adorable and extremely hot within the span of seconds, and it was in that moment he realized you would be the death of him. He held you for a while, enjoying your embrace, enjoying the way you fiddle with the hair on the nape of his neck every so often, enjoying the way he was finally holding you the way he had always wanted to.

You couldn’t have asked for anything better than this, you were so happy, you couldn’t believe your luck. Time passed, and with each minute, intoxicated by his scent, you felt yourself growing tired, wordlessly, you dozed off, the alcohol tiredness finally taking effect, and it wasn’t until Alexa knocked on the door, did Jin realize what had happened, and how much time had passed.

She quietly opened the door, “Glad to see my efforts didn’t go to waste,” Jin grinned at her, pulling the blanket over your sleeping form.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Sorry I was so blind before, I owe you for what you did. If you hadn’t messaged me last week, I don’t think this ever would have happened.”

“No kidding, you both are scaredy cats, and we both know y/n never would have said anything, she liked you too much to risk it,” she said, and they chuckled. “Are you okay out here? It’s cold out here, things have calmed down inside, we’re watching a movie if you want to come back inside.”

“I’ll be in in a second,” he said. “Thank you again, Alexa, I owe you one.”

“Just put in a good word for me next time you and Jimin hang out, yeah?” she said shyly and Jin gasped.

“Really?” he asked, an excited look on his face.

“I don’t know, maybe, he’s cool, he’s handsome, those aren’t bad things.” she explained, a blush on her face, Jin wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she sighed. “Okay I’m going, don’t make me regret asking for that. See you in a bit.”

She shut the sliding door, and Jin looked down at you again, still in awe of what had happened. You shifted in your sleep, in an attempt to get more comfortable, you snuggled closer, if that was even possible. “So Jimin and Alexa, huh?” you whispered, causing Jin to jump at the sound of your voice.

“You’re awake?” he asked.

“Kinda,” you mused, “I heard the door open. I’m glad she said something, cause you’re both right, I never would have said anything, liked you too much.”

He smiled, a deep blush on his face. He wondered how long it would take for your words to have a lesser effect, he secretly hoped it would never come. “Do you want to go watch the movie? Or do you want to sleep?”

You contemplated your choices, “Let’s go say goodbye, and you can come over?” you lifted your head to gauge his expression. “Unless you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

“No, no, no,” he assured you. “I’d love to come over.”

You smiled, and kissed him again before standing up. Jin followed you inside, grabbing your hand the first chance he got. Your friends all watched as you came in, and Namjoon was the first to congratulate you both.

“It’s about time you did something, Jin!” Yoongi nagged, and Jin let out a shout of protest. You laughed, making eye contact with Alexa. Thank you you mouthed to her, and she smiled, so genuine and full of love. You’re welcome she mouthed back, a knowing look on her face. Next to her, Jimin sat, and you wiggled your eyebrows at her as Jin grabbed your jackets. She blushed, and you grew excited at the new prospect of their relationship. Jimin grabbed her attention as he asked her a question, and you watched as he rested a hand on her thigh, you had never seen her so bubbly and excited, you made a mental note to ask her about it later. Jin returned to your side, handing you your coat. You bid farewell to everyone, and made your way to your car. The drive home was filled with compliments, loud singing to the radio, and plenty of kisses from Jin as you drove.

By the time you got to your apartment, you felt tired again, and you could tell Jin was finally falling victim to sleep as well. You grabbed some of his old sweats that you had stolen from your dresser, and handed them to him. You shamelessly watched as he undressed, slipping on the sweatpants, but opting out of the sweatshirt. This wasn’t the first time you had seen him shirtless, but it was certainly the first time you hadn’t looked away when he looked at you. Wordlessly, you smiled at him and stripped yourself of your shirt and bottoms. He felt his stare and you turned to take off your bra and put on an old t-shirt. You pulled on some shorts, and turned back to face him, he was laying on your bed, arms behind his head, his muscles on full display. You blushed at the sight, climbing into bed next to him, immediately leaning into his touch as he pulled you onto his chest. You felt it rise and fall with each breath he took, it was incredibly calming.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, tilting your jaw up to kiss you. Your legs went weak at the feeling, and you laid your hand on his chest. “So so beautiful, I’m so lucky.”

“Says you, world wide handsome,” you joked, and he laughed. Things were gonna be just fine, you could feel it.

#seokjin #seokjinfluff #jin fluff #bts imagines #bts fluff friends to lovers #bts fluff imagines #fluff #angst #bts #bangtan #namjoon #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #park jimin #jung hoseok #fluff imagines #friends to lovers

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jfkd19800 · 3 years ago

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well... just finished s4v2 of stranger things... I have some thoughts.

First ep length complaints. they def could’ve edited some shit down, but also I think it would’ve been better in 30min eps with like 20 eps in the season. Why aren’t shows doing that anymore??? They had perfect opportunities for good cliffhangers mid ep that should’ve been where the ep ended. Honestly it felt like this season was built for binge watching, none of the episodes really felt distinct. I will happily binge watch any show cause that’s how my brain works, but if I watched it an ep at a time, I don’t think I would’ve kept up with it since the eps were AN HOUR AND A HALF. That’s just not reasonable for a week night

Now spoiler time.

They said will’s sexuality was going to be talked about, it wasn’t. it was just pure gay pinning and the poor boy being in love with his straight friend. diddn’t have high hopes for willxmike, but I at least thought will say he’s gay. but NO

The max thing, i kinda get. But like what killed her? her eyes weren’t a bloody mess and her neck wasn’t snapped, WHAT KILLED HER? I did like the focus on max and el’s friendship, & how it links into how eleven increases her powers, & I get that she restarted max’s heart. But are they going to get into the theological shit of ‘max’s spirit’ needs to be returned to her body to wake up???

Now eddie’s death. litterally the same thing happened to steve, he should be fine. The timing doesn’t make sense, dustin literally jumped back into the upside down as quickly as he could. and are you telling me he didn’t jump on a bike to get to eddie faster??? that kid does not understand caution, I know he fucked up his ankle/foot, but like would that really stop him? Also eddie’s death felt cheap, like yay he didn’t run, but it’s not a payoff if he dies as a consequence of not running. Also dustin always saw him as a hero, so what is this? And eddie not getting recognized as innocent by hawkins is some bullshit.

(I understand they’re playing into the paranoia, but this feels half-assed and unfinished, no comeuppance, even the death of the captain of the basketball team, only lucas knows how he went, and only lucas saw him for the raging lunatic that he was, so the town’s gonna continue to idolize him)

Not saying I would’ve wanted this to happen, but steve was right there. he had his whole bit about wanting a big family and keeping hope and looking forward to the future despite all the shit. he’s right there. Steve dying for nancy, robin, or dustin (eddie at a push) would feel sincere & not half-asses. Also it’s a tv show about a girl with powers, everyone could live, there’s nothing stopping that, it felt like they were waiting for the kiddlets to grow up to finally kill off some characters, if they wanted ‘realistic’ someone from the main cast other than joyce’s boyfriend would’ve died s2 with the demodog/tunnels.

I read some other posts about how half the stuff they said would be addressed this season wasn’t and how a bunch of promo shots and characters seen bts just weren’t included. I’m assuming they started filming s5 at the same time & that netflix is doing the thing where the next season comes out in like 6 months. (which feels like bullshit for the post-production folks).

#stranger things #spoilers #s4 v2 #this was a lot longer that I thought it was gonna be #once I got started so many problems presented themselves #don't know how hooked I am for s5 #I'll probs watch it #but who know #maybe I'll just consume it via gif sets

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years ago

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Our Princess

Ok so like I don't know if ya’ll have seen the interview or whe=atever where BTS dresses up as Princes and then proceed to like kiss each other on the cheek and stuff but imagine like you're there and they dress you up as a princess and like.... yeah. (Heres the interview if you haven't seen it)

BTS x reader (OT7 x reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluff, low-key smut/lemon, mentions of smut, cuteness, nicknames, eventual shy reader use of the word daddy/daddies (like once)

Images not mine just found them on the internet but I did make the collage.

As I sneak into the back of the building I have to stifle a gleeful giggle at the sound of my boyfriends laughter. I can tell at this moment its Namjoon and Taehyng laughing and my heart swells at the thought of them.

I truly am blessed to have such seven amazing boyfriends. And im blessed to have a friend who's willing to sneak me into this interview, of course I could have just told them the truth and come with them but this would be better.

I just got back from my world tour and while most of it they where with me the last month (give or take) they had to return home. They called me to ask when I would be home and when I heard they where having an interview at the place my friend works I quickly lied so I could surprise them.

They’ve done it to me tons of times before, it’s only fair I get to do the same. And hey if this happens to be how we officially tell the fans we’re together then I’m okay with that. Sadly im not actually sure what this interview is and y/f/n wouldn't tell me.

“y/f/n!” I groan as she drags me away from where my feet were already carrying me.

“Sorry y/n/n but I gotta get you in the proper attire first.” She says winking.

I look at her suspiciously “you’re not sending me out in lingerie or some shit right?” She sputters before quickly yelling at me in a hushed whisper how they don't do that here and I couldn't help but chuckle, “just checking.”

She rolls her eyes pushing me into a room and locking the door behind us, sometimes the boys need to leave an interview during break just to be alone and it would ruin the surprise of me being here if one barged in.

As I finally look around I gape at the big ball gown right in the center. “Woah! What lucky duck gets to where that?!” I gasp admiring the beautiful dark blue dress.

“You” She states like its a simple fact like humans need to breathe.

“M-me- What?!” I look at her dumb founded and she just smiles.

“Mmmhmmm!” She hum happily pulling it off the mannequin. I waste no time undressing and quickly putting the dress on before she changes her mind or something.

I feel giddy as the dress slides on my body. “y-y/f/n” I stutter out staring at myself in the mirror as she quickly applies some makeup and puts my hair up in an elegant updo.

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I look-” You pause truly speechless.

“Absolutely amazing?” You nod silently, “of course you do! With me as your stylist where could you go wrong?!” She chirps happily as she looks at her watch.

“Are we to late? Did this take to long?!” I ask worried trying to ignore my growing disappointment.

“What?! No! Just trying to see if they’re all dressed and ready. You’re going to be the last one to go as our surprise guest.... and it looks like its time!” She says as her phone chimes.

I stand up hands sweaty so I wipe them on a towel. “Wont they see me as I enter?”

She shakes her head, “no they’ll be turned around and blindfolded incase someone tries to peak.” She says winking, “oh and you will be too!”

“What?!” I exclaim shocked.

“Yep... haha kinda for the whole beginning half.” she says scratching the back of her neck.

“W-wha -why?!” I asked in a hush voice as she leads me out of the room.

“You’ll see.” She whispers placing a silky blindfold carefully on my face, not tight enough to ruin my makeup. I sigh as we continue walking.

“Alright boys! Are you guys excited?!” y/f/n asks excitedly. she whispers for you to sit back and you do so carefully.

“Yes!” Jungkook says excitedly. “I want to see this mysterious beautiful princess!” I can hear the smile in his voice and ignore the slight ache. ‘He’s doin it for the fans, they dint know about us yet.’ I remind myself.

“May I ask a question?” I hear Namjoon ask.

“Of course!” y/f/n says.

“How old is this princess?” He asks I assume I’m supposed to answer but a hand is slapped over my mouth before I can do so.

“She’s around all of your age!” she says quickly as Namjoon hums thoughtfully. You nod remebering they don't know its you yet.

“Can I please please please take the blindfold off now?!” I hear Hoseok asks and I almost ‘aww’ at him but I refrain.

“No.” y/f/n, states simply. “-First” she says cutting of there groans of frustration. “I want you to guess who it is.” She says, “Or who you hope for it to be.”

“Papa Mochi!” I hear Jimin cheer happily and I almost bust out laughing but I quickly cover my mouth.

“That’s a guy!” y/f/n says exasperated like she's heard this all day.

“fine!” he groans, “ummm Kumiko!” Jimin says.

“Is that just a random person?” She asks and when I don't hear anything but a sigh from her I assume he just shrugged. I shake my head smiling as I listen to a bunch of random names leave there lips.

“Kaede” I hear Namjoon next.

“Iva” Jungkook says

“Koge” Jin spoke next.

Now it was Hobis turn “Rai”

Taehyng waited a second before also replying, “Risako”

“Ishi” Yoongi speaks calmly.

“What do you all just have a random store of names in your head?!” Y/f/n asks exasperated. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks next, “Surprised none you said your best friends name.”

“She’s still on tour.” Tae says rather roughly.

“Calm,” Namjoon whispers but I still caught it, ‘just how close to them am I?’ I wonder reaching my hand out only to meet the fabric of someones shirt.

“Wah!” He exclaims and I recognize it as Taehyung. ‘So I’m very close.’ I think to myself. “Uh thanks...” he mutters moving his shoulder away. ‘cute.’ I think.

“Jeez sore subject haha sorry folks,” she pauses and clears her throat before continuing. “Anywho go ahead and take off the blindfolds!” She says and as I go to reach for my own a hand on my wrists stops me.

“Not you m-lady.” She says in a fake accent. I hit her hand away pouting.

‘Lame.’ I think to myself bitterly.

“If she can't see us why is it fair we get to see her?” Yoongi questioned. ‘Thank you!’ I thought exasperated. She groans.

“ugh! fine! Party pooper, you can keep your mask on too!” She chirps and my shoulders sag, ‘so much for that.’

“Fine” he says and I can hear him sit back down. I hear the others collectively gasp as I assume they remove there masks.

“What? Who is it?” Namjoon speaks this time, ‘so he kept his blindfold on too.’

“You two are gonna wanna see this!” I hear Jungkook say and I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes me smile and I wave shyly biting my lip.

“Y-Y/n?!” I hear them both exclaim. My grin widens.

“Y/f/n get this damn blindfold off me I want to see my bo-” I cut myself off, “My boys!” I say in a rush. She groans

“Okay but you'll have to wear it again for one of our games.” She states matter-o-factly. I Quickly rip it off and my smile gets impossibly larger as I see them all standing there.

“Look at all of you!” I say grinning as I stare at all of them in there prince outfits. A noticeable warmth spreading to my cheeks, ‘shit they look really good.’

Before I can think more on how amazing they look I am quickly picked up and spun around by Namjoon. I laugh gleefully as he does so, me and him spent the least amount of time together on FaceTime over the past few weeks sadly, both busy at the wrong times. But that doesn't mean we didnt catch each other eventually.

“Why didnt you tell us you where coming?” Jimin asks swiping in as soon as joon set me down to hug me and the rest of the boys followed.

“To surprise you of course!” I say grabbing Yoongis cold hand as he pulls away.

“Well it worked!” kook exclaimed.

“Yeah this is almost as good as papa mocha right jimin-ah?” Hobbi says nudging him.

“Hey don't be like that!” He says as he stares at me helplessly. I laugh at this.

“No, no I think chim would have preferred Papa Mocha right Jin?” I say looking at the handsome man.

He smirks, “I dunno... maybe” I laugh bending over slightly as I do so missing the way all there yes where trained on me.

“Alrght alright, enough of the gooey best-friend stuff!” y/f/n says. “We’re gonna take a break to give you seven time to prepare and poor y/n here time to enjoy herself before our next game.” she says about to walk away.

“Wait! Whats the next game?!” I ask.

“You’ll see.” As the cameras are turned off we are all sent away, the boys walk with my to ‘my room’ but we all know cameras where there to catch what would be said and whatnot so we stopped in the middle of both and I turned to all of them smiling widely.

“You should have told us!” Taehyng grumbles as he clings onto you from behind nuzzling his head into your neck.

“If I did that I wouldn't have been able to see you get all angry at the thought of me being away any longer.” I said bopping his nose and his own cheeks reddened.

“Oh yeah, guess you heard that huh?” I make a mhm sound and he hides further in my neck as I giggle.

“So kookie was I pretty enough to be worth it? Was I a good enough mysetery beauty princess?” I ask, he bends down cupping my cheek, “The only one who fits the bill,” he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

“Hey knock it off!” I say as a blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. They all laugh at that.

We go to our own rooms and I sit waiting impatiently. Ten or so minutes later y/f/n comes back and pulls me into the room again and sits me back in the chair.

“Okay so our next game is called... drumroll please!” All the boys smack there hands on there thighs, “Blush-rush!” She declares.

“What?! Oh no!” I say exasperated “grrr curse you y/f/n!” I say shaking my fist at her as the boys laugh.

“Yeah yeah thats the witches job not yours m-lady.” I scoff. “Ok! theres two rounds! One action round and one verbal round! y/n sets the boundaries, and you boys follow them but otherwise your good. Your goal? Make y/n blush as long and as deeply as possible.” She says looking to you to set the rules.

“Ok obviously you boys know the no-no squares.” You say simply and they all chuckle nodding. “Okay, uhhhh I guess..Oh! No yelling in my ear!” You glare at Jungkook then remembering when you where still best friends and he screamed in your ear to wake you up, while acting out how he would wake his future girlfriend.

He holds his hand up defensively and I shake my head at him smiling. “I don't know! You guys know me, so you know whats to far!” I said shrugging. They all nodded smiling, they know old boundaries of when we where trying to hide it from the fans are off the table, we’ve seen the theories and there isn't any negativity towards them so we figured why not.

If it comes out it comes out, if not then thats okay to. We’re happy ether way, it was a group decision.

“Alrighty then lets get going!” She says smiling. “Boys pick which one you do first-” she gets cut off by an enthusiastic Namjoon.

“Words!” He says quickly and all the boys quickly nod in agreement. I can't help but laugh.

“Alrighty then y/n back on with the blindfold.” I groan but put it on anyways.

it’s a long moment of silence before I hear anything at all, quickly thoughts of being alone flood into my mind but are quickly washed away by someones breathe hot on my ear.

“Baby girl,” Instantly I recognize Jin, “you should have told us you where coming, we could have welcomed you home properly.” my eyes widen beneath my mask knowing full well what usually happens when we reunite.

I clear my throat trying to avoid the blush on my cheeks. “Don't try to hide it princess,” Namjoon says his voice deep and on my other side, I can feel the warmth from the two bodies next to me. “You always react so well, such a beautiful blush.”

This time I can't stop my cheeks from turning pink. “Little one~” It’s Jungkook, completely different from the excited adorable one who just minutes ago was excited to see a mysterious princess “doing so good, you’ve barely blushed so far.” He purrs but then chuckles deeply “Or you weren't blushing.” I groan slightly as I shift in my seat.

‘Damnit only three of them have-’ “Hello Kitten,” ‘Yoongi, shit’. “Look at you, don't you look so pretty?” He says and I know if he could he would run his hands threw my hair right now.

“Hello my little flower,” I hear another voice right next to my ear, ‘hello hobi’ I chuckle. “Something funny? Or you just like the way we’re making you feel?” I don't answer and he just chuckles at that.

“Hello my little angel~” Jimin practically purrs into my ear just like Yoongi. “I love your dress, it would look better on my bedroom floor though, don't you think?” I try to shake off his words but of course the blush continues to grow.

I know who has to be coming next and I’m not surprised when I hear his deep voice, “Hi baby, are you happy to be surrounded by your daddies?” He whispers in my ear and by now the blush has moved down my necks and up to my ears.

“Yes how are-” Jin gets cut off by y/f/n.

“Alright alright!” She cuts in, “jeez guys I said make her blush, not kill her... you seven jeesh.” She pulls the blindfold off and I look up to see all seven of them around me smirks on there faces.

‘uh-oh’ I look down not able to stare at them any longer, its to much I’m already warm enough. I didnt think they would be so.... suggestive.

They chuckle as they see my cheeks warming up again. “I have to go cool off in the bathroom!” I say quickly standing up and moving to the hallway. I lean against a wall breathing deeply.

“Damn you.” I sigh as I cover my face, even the after thought makes me blush.

“y/n?” I hear y/f/n, I look up at her smiling softly. “We can't make it a silent part, no one would no what they said and we all sign privacy policy contracts.” She said seriously.

“Oh it’s fine I just was shocked really,” I huff out a laugh, “but lets make it silent, I want to see what our fans come up with.” She grins nodding.

I go back out smiling reassuringly at the boys who all relax visibly. I sit back in the seat preparing myself for the next round. I breathe deeply as y/f/n gives the all clear as I watch Hobi approach.

Truth be told I don't know what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting him to just sand in-front of me forcing eye contact, thats for sure. So when it got to be to much I quickly looked away, and thats how I knew I fell into the trap. His finger making its way under my chin to turn my face towards him as he leans in closer.

And just when I think he might kiss me he pulls way smirking and I purse my lips to prevent a smile. So caught up in the moment I didn't realize Yoongi slipped behind me until I felt his hands move down my exposed shoulders only to go back up and move towards my collar bones. Goosebumps forming on my heated flesh.

He drew his hands away drawing them close to my throat. Jimin also comes up not hesitating to move his hand from my cheek to my neck where he hovers placing slight pressure from his finger tips almost like from one of the first few videos he took of my where instead of doing the face smooshy thing he went and choked me.

I know my face is beat red by now but there is still four more to go. I smile as Jungkook comes up to me, he wouldn't do anything to bad- I’m instantly proven wrong as his arms go around my middle, feather light touches moving over my sides the same way he does when I’m blindfolded and- ‘nope! don't go there then you WILL blush more!’ He smirks triumphantly knowing that was enough.

Taehyung is much more.... pg I suppose as he peppers my face with kisses repeatedly, but I realize that that he was just to prepare me for when Namjoon sneaks up behind my sticking his face in my neck. He is sure to hide what exactly he’s doing by his position but I feel his lips moving up and down my neck going to the spot by my ear.

Jin is the last, and what he does is simple but effective. He simply takes me off the chair and places me right onto his lap, and of course once again by now my face is beet red and they’ve surely beaten me since Hobi, but it was more fun to let them all go.

After that the interview was basically done we stayed for about an hour more before we all decided to drive home. I was in my car with just Jungkook and Namjoon while the others went in there car. Im sitting in the back in Namjoon’s lap, yes there was a perfectly good seat beside him but honestly neither one of them cared and I loved the contact.

We where stopped at a stop light the conversation at a comfortable silence when I spoke up. “You guys where very... open.” I say as I hide my face in Joons neck. he chuckles his hands moving up and down my back.

“What can we say, not seeing you for, what a month? Add onto that the opportunity to publicly do anything we want with you, well we have to do everything we can.” he said smirking squeezing my hips.

“Well not everything.” Jungkook says winking in the rear view mirror and once again I blush as a giggle leaves my lips.

It’s a week later when I go onto youtube and find the latest conspiracy video for the eight of us shockingly. It’s videos of us over the whole time we had been dating, proof of the long time relationship. I smile as I show the boys and we reminisce on the old videos.

I decide to post a picture on my instagram from the interview, one of the seven of them in there costumes and then one of me with each of them alone, namjoons was one of my favorites, not that I didnt love them all of them but one of the camera men caught the moment he picked me up and spun me around and I knew I would always treasure it. I put the caption, “My princes.”

Seeing this they put a picture on there official insta saying “Our princess.” No one truly asked any questions, they all just knew. The comments where filled with friends saying finally, and fans agreeing saying how happy they where. And we where too. We truly would have a happily ever after.

Hey guys my request an taglist’s are always open! Thank you!

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btschooseafic · 4 years ago

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Jungkook feels the pressure of being the main vocal in their debut song.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. (TW: non-explicit talk of anxiety/ mental health treatment) [Masterlist]

Track 12: Golden Maknae

Talk To Me- Cavetown

“You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique

You don't have to know what to say or what to think”

“You want me to be the main vocal?” Jungkook stared wide eyed at Aviva. “But this is so sudden… I’m not ready…”

“That’s okay. It’s your debut song, so if you felt totally ready, I’d say you were being overconfident,” Aviva said, reaching over and hugging him.

“Our maknae!” Jimin clapped his hands and then jumped over, wrapping his arms around both of them as far as they would go. “Don’t worry about it too much! I’ll make sure to be a good lead!”

“But—but still…” Jungkook squirmed out of their arms. “Why am I the main vocal? There are other singers.”

“I asked everyone their opinion, and it was a nearly unanimous decision,” Aviva told him. Yoongi frowned.

“Nearly? Who didn’t vote for the maknae?”

Jungkook sighed. “I didn’t.”

“Oh.” Yoongi nodded. “I see.”

“I think it was the right choice,” Jin put in. “Jungkook-ah, your voice is the most stable, anyway.”

“Nice face, great body, and sings well too! Wow!” Taehyung shot him a thumb’s up. “You’re not our Golden Maknae for nothing!”

Jungkook swallowed, rubbing his throat.

“Oh, if your throat feels sore, I’ve got you covered,” Aviva said, pointing to a bag she placed on the couch.

“What’s in here?” Jin wondered, poking around. “Ah… I see… Certainly a lot of variety, manager-nim.” Everyone gathered around.

“I put my trust in modern medicine! I choose the ice-cold cooling spray!” Namjoon grabbed it.

“Lozenges should be plenty,” Yoongi thought, comparing two different packages.

“They’re different flavors,” Aviva told him.

“Yeah, but which one works better?” Yoongi wondered.

“And which one tastes better?” Jin wondered. Aviva frowned.

“Wait a minute, my Jungkookie senses are tingling.”

“Your what are what?” Jin asked, blinking at her.

“Spiderman reference,” Hoseok told him, doing the pose.

“Ah! Spiderman!” Jin nodded, also doing the pose.

“This happened a couple of times in LA,” Aviva said. “If I’m right—”

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!” Jin and Hoseok were pretending to spray each other with web.

Aviva shushed them. “Listen for a minute.” The sounds of music and Jungkook’s verse came floating towards them.

“Ah…” Jimin grimaced. “He’s practicing already.”

“This happened in LA?” Namjoon asked Aviva, his brow furrowing. “You didn’t mention it before.” Aviva shrugged.

“It was only a couple of times, when he got really stressed out about having trouble with a routine, he would sneak off and practice it himself until he got it down.”

“Ah, yeah, I’ve seen that.” Hoseok shook his head. “I’ve tried telling him not to stress so much, but…” Aviva frowned.

“Think about a time when you were really angry, or really sad, would telling you to ‘calm down’ or ‘cheer up’ help at all?”

Hoseok blinked. “I guess not.”

“I’d probably just get angrier out of spite,” Jimin thought.

“Yeah…” Aviva breathed out. “I know this isn’t talked about a lot around here, but it’s normal for you guys to face a lot of stressful, and emotional situations in this industry. It would be good to have some copping mechanisms prepared.”

Namjoon nodded slowly. “Have you talked to Jungkookie about that?”

“Yeah. I think that was the closest he’s ever come to yelling at me,” Aviva thought.

Namjoon blinked.

“Jungkookie, yell, at you? Wow, yeah, he must’ve been very stressed out.”

“He respects you a lot, Avi-noona,” Taehyung thought. “But maybe that just makes it harder for him sometimes, cause he wants to look good in front of you.”

“Hmmm…” Aviva ran her hand through her hair. “I wish I knew what to do.” She turned to Jin. “He’s been eating, right?”

“Seokjin’s Chicken House is open 24/7. We also provide delivery…” He winked at her. Aviva laughed.

“I might take you up on that sometime, when I don’t feel like cooking.”

Namjoon rested his hands on his hips. “Back to Jungkook-ah... I guess all we can do is be there for him. He says he’s not, but he’s capable of doing well, and then some.”

On the morning of the first day of recording, Jin invited Aviva over for breakfast.

“Wow, Jin-oppa…” She looked over the large spread. “This looks great!”

“Wait!” Namjoon said, as everyone moved to dig in. “Our Golden Maknae first!”

“What? Me?” Jungkook stared at him. Aviva frowned.

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded. “Being main vocal is hard, so you need to eat more. I agree.”

“Did you sleep okay?” Aviva asked him as he picked up his chopsticks. His hands were shaking slightly. She pushed his hair back from his face. He was pale.

“I’m fine, noona,” Jungkook muttered.

“Soy-braised beef.” Hoseok held the platter out to him. “Let me fill your plate!” Everyone started piling things onto Jungkook’s plate.

“Thanks…everyone, but I sing better on an empty stomach,” Jungkook said, his pale face looking slightly green now. “I’m gonna go nap in the car…”

“At least have some water,” Aviva said, moving to pour some for him.

“I said I’m fine!” Jungkook snapped. “You don’t have to always baby me!” Everyone stared at him. He froze for a moment, and then ran out the door. Namjoon reached over and squeezed Aviva’s shoulder.

“You okay?”

She just grimaced.

“Huh? Jungkookie doesn’t want the meat?” Jimin stared at it hungrily.

“I guess he just wanted time al—Hey, Jimin-ah, you couldn’t even be a little patient?” Namjoon said, slapping his chopsticks down. Meat splattered over the table.

“Kim Namjoon-ssi!” Jin said, standing up. “Don’t waste food!”

“Ah, sorry, hyung! I’m clean it up.” Namjoon reached for a napkin and knocked over someone’s water, spilling it over Jin’s plate. Jin started cursing as Namjoon kept apologizing.

“Save the meat!” Taehyung said, grabbing the plate and munching on it steadily.

“Tae!” Jimin shouted. “Leave some for me!”

“If Jungkookie can pass on something this delicious, he must be ready!” Tae thought. “It means he’s completely focused on the song, and nothing else.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Aviva said quietly. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned. “Yoongi-oppa?” She hoped he had something encouraging to say.

“You distract Tae while I grab the meat,” he told her.

Aviva left the boys to fight over the meat, checking the car to find Jungkook stretched out in the back.

“Time to go yet?” He said, his eyes still closed.

“Not yet,” she said. “They might be a while.” He let out a breath.

“Noona?”

“Hmm?”

“Sorry for shouting at you.”

“It’s fine,” she said. Jungkook made an uncertain noise.

While recording his section, Jungkook became fidgety, and his voice cracked. He coughed, and spluttered, looking pleadingly through the glass at Namjoon.

“Hyung,” he said, raspy. “I’m losing my voice…”

Aviva took Jungkook to a doctor, worried about his throat, while Jin drove the rest of the boys back to the dorm.

“Jeon Jungkook-ssi, I’m very concerned,” the doctor said.

Aviva’s jaw worked. She let out a breath.

“What are you concerned about, doctor?”

“Well, let’s just get this out of the way… I don’t see any physical issues with the vocal chords at all. His throat is exceptionally healthy. “

“Then…?” Aviva wondered.

“The patient is a 16-year-old boy, right? What’s going on that he’s so stressed out? Looking at these test results, I’d expect him to be a soldier in an active combat zone.” The doctor handed over a pile of papers. Aviva skimmed them, but there were a lot of words she didn’t understand.

She and Jungkook took the train and a bus back together. With Jungkook’s permission, Aviva took out a dictionary and began translating a bunch of the medical terms. “Cortisol, adrenaline… ah, I see why she was so worried.”

“Explain it to me,” Jungkook said. “Please.”

“Cortisol and adrenaline are hormones that the body releases during stressful situations. They can help you preform at a higher level than usual, but too much exposure can have a negative impact on your mind and body,” Aviva told him. Jungkook frowned, looking from the dictionary to her.

“It doesn’t say all that in here. Did you just happen to know it? Are you secretly a genius like Namjoon hyung?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t do particularly well in Chemistry. I mean, I never got to learn it properly, so I just studied it on my own for the test I took… it’s, um, like the equivalent of a high school diploma in the U.S, so if it makes me a little less under qualified there, you know? But, um, I know about these hormones in particular, cause I’ve had them on my blood tests before too, in high levels.”

Jungkook squeezed his hands into fists in his lap. “Jen-ah said… she said both of you have suffered from a lot of anxiety, just like me.”

“Yeah.” Aviva nodded. “We have.”

“She also said you read a lot of books on how to deal with that kind of stuff, and taught yourself coping techniques. I know you offered to teach me before, but… do you think you could try again? I mean, if you still want to.”

“Jungkook-ah, at the time, I probably should’ve seen a doctor, instead of taking it on myself,” Aviva admitted. “I’m not a professional.”

“I can’t,” Jungkook muttered. “If I’m going to be an idol, and that gets out… Anyway, I’m still a minor. My parents would have to pay for it, and I don’t want to worry them.” Aviva sighed. “Will you help me?”

“I’ll do my best, Jungkook-ah.” Over the rest of the bus ride, Aviva taught Jungkook a few breathing and grounding techniques.

Back at the dorm, Taehyung and Jimin immediately grabbed Jungkook, dragging him into one of the rooms. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you!” Tae said.

“Aviva-yah,” Namjoon said. “How is he?”

“Well, Jungkook-ah said it was okay for me to share this with you, but don’t go spreading it around, okay?” After they nodded, she told them about his test results.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said.

“We fucked up,” Hoseok agreed. “I guess the things we thought were supportive were just putting even more pressure on him.”

“We have to remember, he’s only sixteen,” Aviva said.

Namjoon rubbed his neck. “This is my fault. He’s talented and he works hard, so I kept pushing him…”

“We all played a hand,” Yoongi said. “We’re a team.”

Namjoon smiled tensely at him. “Yeah, hyung, but I’m supposed to be the leader. So I should take responsibility.”

“Should we go rescue him from Jimin-ah and Taehyungie?” Aviva wondered. “Ah, but maybe he’ll think I’m babying him again…”

Jin patted her on the back. “We’re all worried. We just want to help.”

“Yeah, but…” Yoongi shook his head, looking at Aviva. “You told us there was no physical injury, and I still saw Jimin-ah grab the first aid kit.”

“At least they’re sure to shower him with lots of attention!” Hoseok said cheerfully. Then he wilted. “Wait, maybe that would just stress him out more…”

“He needs to build some confidence,” Yoongi thought. “But how?”

“If we could just get him singing, but not thinking so much about it,” Jin thought. “Ah, wait!” He snapped his fingers. “I’m a genius! I have the perfect idea.” He tilted his head. “Well, maybe.” He shrugged. “Eh, it’s worth a try.”

Namjoon stared at him. “…You’re gonna give me whiplash, hyung.”

“Avi-yah.” Jin put his hands on her shoulders. “I will draw Jimin-ah and Taehyung-ah out, so you go talk to Jungkookie and work your manager-magic until I give you the signal.” He started pushing her down the hall.

“Manager-magic?” Namjoon wondered.

“What’s the signal?” Aviva wanted to know.

“You’ll know it when you see it!” Jin said excitedly.

Aviva waited until Jimin and Taehyung ran out of the room, shooting her thumbs up and grins, before running off again towards the kitchen. Aviva knocked on the door uncertainly. “Jungkook-ah? Are you sleeping? Can I come in?”

“Ah, noona… okay. It’s a little embarrassing, but I think I could use a hand with these.”

“What’s embarrass—” Aviva dissolved into giggles when she saw the bandages wrapped around his head and his arm.

“Ah, I’m not sure if they were actually trying to help, or just mess with me, but…” He struggled with one of the bandages. Aviva sat next to him on the bed.

“May I…?” She reached towards him. He nodded. He watched her as she worked out the knot, her lip pinched between her front teeth as she concentrated.

“Noona, can I ask you… those things you were nervous about in the past, the things that gave you test results like mine, and made you want to learn those techniques… were you able to get passed it?”

“Hmm, well, there were a couple of different situations,” she said, unwrapping the bandage from his head and moving to the one on his arm. “One situation that used to give me a lot of anxiety was the idea of moving to South Korea. In general, I think I handled that pretty well.” Jungkook nodded.

“You’re one of the strongest people I know,” he said. She smiled.

“Thank you. I know you mean it when you say it, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way myself. Some days I struggle to do even the bare minimum.” She finished taking the bandage off of his arm and twisted it into a ball. “Another situation I was anxious about was that High School test I mentioned earlier. I passed, but… I didn’t do very well. Chances are, if I ever want to take any classes in the U.S. again, I would need to retake that test first. Some days, you don’t win.”

Jungkook flopped down onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

“So you’re saying either I give up, or I just keep trying until I get it right?”

She lay down next to him. “I didn’t say that. I mean, you could do that, but it sounds very tiring, Jungkookie.”

He turned on his side, looking at her. “It is. Is there a third option?”

“I don’t know. But there’s usually an alternative route, you just have to find it. If it’s a goal you want to reach badly enough, you should keep trying until you get it, but maybe try a few different ways?” She sighed. “I don’t know, JK, I’m still figuring this out.” He smiled.

“That’s one thing I like about you, noona, you’re not afraid to admit when you don’t have the answers. Right now, I don’t know what to do. I really want to be the main vocalist, I really want to do well, but… I don’t know how. How do I find the alternative route?” Suddenly there was a knock on the window. They both jumped, Jungkook moving slightly in front of Aviva. “Burglars?”

“Um, I don’t think so. I think it might be…” She walked over to the window and pulled open the curtain, rolling her eyes when she saw Jin striking a pose on the other side. Jungkook snickered.

“What’s he doing?”

“I’ve got no clue. Let’s find out.” Aviva pulled open the window. “Oppa, I am very interested to see where you’re going with this.”

“Prepare to be amazed, manager-nim, and Jeon Jungkook-ah!” Jin said, striking another pose.

Aviva sniffed. “Something smells good.”

“Why, thank you, Namjoon-ah’s minding it for me, though, so we’d better hurry before he lets it burn. Come join us in the backyard, okay?” Jin rushed off.

Jungkook and Aviva exchanged a bemused look before rushing for the door.

The boys had used a plank of wood and some crates to fashion together a low table, placing a grill on top of it, where they were cheerfully cooking meat and vegetable skewers. Someone had strung Christmas lights up overhead, giving the backyard a cozy and warm atmosphere.

“You have to add onions!” Hoseok was saying. “Onions are the best when grilled.”

“It’s a miracle cure!” Taehyung singsonged. “When you’re feeling down, you go go full speed ahead to where the meat is!”

“The guest of honor is late!” Namjoon said, grinning at Jungkook.

“Come on, come on!” Jimin said, running over to them, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him over to sit. Aviva hovered awkwardly in the background for a moment before Jin caught her eye and waved her over. She sat in an empty spot between him and Yoongi.

“What do you think?” Jin asked, turning to Jungkook and motioning at everything.

“…Looks good,” Jungkook admitted, a small smile slipping onto his face. The other boys cheered. Hoseok started pouring everyone a cup of beer while Jin started making up a plate for Aviva.

“So eat and cheer up!” Taehyung said, nudging Jungkook’s arm with his.

“Yeah, eat and hang in there so we can practice even harder!” Hoseok said. Aviva frowned at him.

“Hobi…” She said warningly.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook told her, actually looking like he meant it for once.

“Let’s eat until we die!” Yoongi said, grabbing another piece of meat.

“Eat until we die?” Jin repeated. “Don’t you mean eat until we debut?”

Yoongi snorted. “Wait, before we eat,” Taehyung said, ignoring Yoongi’s pointed chewing. “Shouldn’t we say something?”

“Oh yeah, a toast,” Hoseok agreed. “We can’t skip that.”

“I always do it… so today should be the maknae’s turn,” Namjoon suggested. Everyone cheered again. Jungkook waved his hand dismissively.

“You should say something, since it’s your party,” Jimin agreed.

“If you don’t have anything prepared, you can say Seokjin-hyung thanks for the delicious meat!” Jin offered.

“Or something like Taehyung-hyung, I love you!” Tae suggested. Jin laughed.

“Ah…” Jungkook stared down at his drink. “I’m sorry, for being the worst one in the studio—” Everyone interrupted him with noises of protest.

“What do you mean? Don’t say that!” Jimin whined.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jin agreed.

Namjoon insisted Jungkook had done so well that his ears had melted and fused together. Hoseok played along, asking him if he needed to go to the hospital.

“Or maybe Aviva-yah can kiss it better?” He cooed. Even in the dark they could see Namjoon’s face flush.

“You kiss it better yourself,” Aviva said, tired of his antics. Hoseok looked at Namjoon thoughtfully as everyone laughed.

“Jungkookie, you’re the main vocal. If you keep saying you didn’t do well, what does that make us?” Taehyung wondered.

Jungkook looked thoughtful.

“If Jungkook-ah can’t think of anything to say, maybe he should just serenade us, melt our ears,” Namjoon put in.

Jungkook started to sing, with the others gradually joining in. By the second chorus, even Aviva had joined, so quietly that only Yoongi and Jin heard and glanced at her, grinning.

“You’ve got a nice voice,” Yoongi said in her ear, making her shiver slightly. “Are you sure you’re not the one who should be debuting?”

“Shut up!” She whispered, elbowing him. He winced.

“Watch the shoulder,” he muttered.

“Sorry!”

Aviva stayed over early into the morning, helping clean the yard so the landlady wouldn’t yell at them.

“Well, these two are useless,” Namjoon thought, his voice muffled as Taehyung squished his cheeks, serenading him. Jimin was hanging off of Joon’s back like a monkey.

“Send them to bed,” Aviva told him.

“Yeah.” Namjoon gave Jimin a piggy-back ride. Taehyung trailed after them, still singing.

“Ah, I think Hobi-hyung is done for as well,” Jungkook (only slightly drunk himself), spoke up.

“I can tuck him in,” Aviva offered.

“Yay!” Hoseok hugged her tightly, pressing her face against his chest, tucking his chin over the top of her head.

“Ugh, Hobi, can’t breath!” Aviva squeaked.

“Avi’s comin’ to bed with me!” Hoseok gloated to Yoongi, sticking his tongue out. “Take that, hyung!” Yoongi glared at him.

“Jungkook-ah,” he said firmly.

“Got it.” Jungkook grabbed Hoseok’s arm and peeled him off of her with surprising strength. “Come on, hyung, don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.”

“No regrets!” Hoseok cried, slinging his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked Aviva, a little concern leaking through his usual blank expression. Aviva smiled.

“It’s fine, Hobi’s always clingy, even when he’s not drunk.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Yoongi was still frowning.

“Chingu!” Jin called. “Where are those garbage bags?”

“Eh, you used all of them already?” Yoongi groaned. “Seriously?” He took a full bag and dragged it over to the door. “I’ll get more.” He leaned close to Aviva. “Keep an eye on hyung, he’s drunker than he looks.”

“Okay,” Aviva said. “Yoongi…”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay carrying all that? Your shoulder—”

“It’s fine,” he said tensely, sighing when she stared at him. “No, for real. Physical therapy helped a lot.”

“That’s great.” Aviva gave him a quick hug before going back to Jin.

“So…” Jin hummed as he cleaned, his neck flushed from the alcohol. “You and Yoongi-yah…?”

“What about Yoongi-oppa?” Aviva asked innocently.

“Well, isn’t that the stereotypical plot, the group members all fighting over the same girl?” Jin thought. Aviva frowned.

“You watch too many dramas.”

“Maybe.” Jin shrugged. “I’m just saying I wouldn’t want that to happen, especially before we’ve even debuted.”

“Jin-oppa, they just like to joke around, they’re not seriously interested in me.”

“Aish, Aviva-yah, you aren’t that oblivious, are you?” Jin looked her in the eye, suddenly looking a lot less drunk than he had a moment ago. She ignored the heat rising in her face, holding the eye contact without flinching.

“It wouldn’t happen. I’m a good friend to have, but as far as… I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend.” She’d only had a sip of beer with the cheers earlier, she wondered if it was possible to drunk off of one sip? Or was she overtired? Because these were things she had never spoken about, not even with Soonyoung or Jen. These were things she didn’t even like to think about in the privacy of her own mind. “There are things I don’t… I won’t…” She let out a breath, letting her words fade away.

“… I’m sorry, Viva-yah, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Jin said, his expression softening. “I think I might’ve been too harsh.”

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wwhbtsjin · 4 years ago

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My Best Friend’s Sister

My Best Friends Sister

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Wow this one took me a while. But I’m hoping to grow this account more, so thank you for showing love already!!

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“Oppa!” You squealed as you ran into the practice room where seven sweaty boys all sat around just relaxing, “I brought food!”

“Which one of us got food?” All seven heads popped up and looked right at you.

You pointed at Jin, “My brother duh!! And Jungkook Oppa!”

You were Kim Seokjin’s little sister. The one he treasured beyond words. He was so protective of you, it seemed as if no boy would be approved by him. The only one he would allow you to date is Jungkook since he took such great care of you. But you didn’t see Jungkook in that way, you two were more like two peas in a pod. When you and Jungkook met, you discovered that you two were only a week apart, so you both used that as your reason to be as close as you are now.

However, the one you had eyes for was the closest member to your brother, Kim Namjoon, otherwise known as RM the leader of BTS. You knew damn well Jin wouldn’t allow that. But you also knew damn well that he had feelings for you. But it was too hard to tell if he knew about your feelings for him.

“I am the adopted brother,” Jungkook took the box of food from you, “I am appreciative of the sister I wish I had!” He kissed your forehead and then walked away with the food.

Jin took the other box from you, “Thank you little sister! Do you want to stay for awhile and I’ll bring you home?”

You nodded, “Sure!”

It wasn’t odd for you to spend so much time with the boys. Everyone had a special connection with you. J-Hope loved to dance with you, Yoongi loved that you would always cook meat for him, Jimin loved to play videogames with you, Taehyung loved watching movies with you and well Jungkook, he’s your partner in crime. But when it came to Namjoon, he loved it when you were around in general. You lit up the room everytime you came in. Your laugh was infectious. Your hugs always made him feel relaxed. And he loved that you were accepting of him for who he genuinely was, Kim Namjoon who is a destructive beast, lovable, but mainly destructive.

Currently you were sitting with Jungkook, sharing earbuds, and watching videos of puppies doing funny things. Everyone else was just lounging around the room, by the looks of it, they were done with practice for the day.

“What are you two watching?” A deep voice came from behind you and you turned around to find Namjoon towering above the two of you from behind the couch. A light blush came to your cheeks when you saw him.

God he’s so handsome… And he was just in shorts and a tshirt.

“Puppy videos hyung,” Jungkook held up the phone, “Doesn’t this look like Miri from that run episode?”

Without taking his eyes off of you and you not escaping his gaze, he responded to Jungkook, “Mhm.”

God this man had eyes that you can so easily get sucked into. They were so deep, but beautiful. His profile was so...prince like. Honestly, you couldn’t find anything wrong with him. The way he just stared at you, it made you melt.

“Umm guys?” Jungkook was snapping his fingers in between the two of you, “Hello?”

You snapped out of it right away and your cheeks flushed pink, “Sorry Oppa! Were you saying something?” Not even Jungkook knew about your feelings towards Namjoon. You heard him chuckle behind you and walk away.

“What was that about?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you leaned on him, “Can we continue puppy videos please?”

The look Jungkook gave you meant that you guys were definitely talking later. You weren’t off the hook with this one. Little did you know, all the members just saw what happened, including your brother. You couldn’t see it from where you were sitting, but Jin’s knuckles were turning white and his face red, because he knew exactly what was up.

You spent the next couple of hours just chilling with Jungkook and the boys as they got ready to call it a day at Big Hit. You yawned and stretched when suddenly someone poked your sides, which was your weakest spot.

“Yah!” You turned around thinking it would be Jungkook or your brother, but it wasn't. In front of you stood Yoongi and Namjoon. His eyes trapping you yet again.

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening?” Yoongi asked, “Want to come over to eat some meat with us? I’ll buy it if you cook!”

You couldn’t resist eating meat with Yoongi. Even though the food was always good, Yoongi always put on a show every time he ate meat cause he just loved it so...damn...much.

You looked over at your brother who was talking to Jimin, back at Yoongi and Namjoon, your brother again and then you smiled, “Sure why not! I’m sure my brother is more comfortable knowing I’m at his apartment then walking the streets of Seoul by myself,” you turned to your brother, “Oppa!” you shouted from across the room, “Guess who’s coming over for dinner!”

“Not you!” he mocked you at the same time you called out to him, “Wait are you really?”

“Yep! Yoongi Oppa and Namjoon Oppa asked me too!”

“That means we can play more video games!” You heard Jimin cheer from your brother's side.

“Yah! She’s coming over because she agreed to cook for ME.” Yoongi playfully kicked Jimin leaving you with Namjoon.

“I’m glad you’re coming over,” he said as he watched the two boys play fight, “It’s always a good time when you’re around.”

“I missed being with all you Oppas while you guys were on tour. I’ll take every chance I can get,” you smiled warmly at him, “You guys all make me happy. Especially you Namjoon Oppa!” You skipped away and linked arms with your brother as you guys made your way out of the building and too the vans.

In the car you sat in the back row with your brother and Namjoon in between the two of you siblings. You yawned as you looked at the night skyline of Seoul past the windows. Car rides always relaxed you, and being with your most favorite people made you content.

“Namjoon look at this,” Jin held out his phone, “What if I ate this for the next Eat Jin episode?” It was a picture of some Filipino delicacy called Dinuguan.

But before Namjoon could answer, he was caught by surprise when he felt your head fall onto his shoulder, you had fallen asleep. You were snoring quietly, one earbud hanging out of your ear while the other stayed in.

“Aw, she’s so cute. I wanna squish her cheeks.” Hobi said as he turned around to look at you and Namjoon.

Namjoon smiled warmly and moved your hair out of your face so that way it wouldn’t fall into your slightly parted open mouth. He took your other earbud that was hanging and put it in your ear because he thought your music would help you have a calm and peaceful sleep. Namjoon totally ignored the hyung next to him who was waiting for an answer, with his mouth hanging open, anger slowly fueling in the pit of his stomach.

Jin smacked Namjoon and angrily, but quietly, whispered, “Yah! Watch your hands!”

“Hyung relax,” Namjoon didn’t take his eyes off of you, he smiled warmly at your sleeping face, “She’s really comfortable. I’ll wake her up when we get back home.”

But there was no way Jin was comfortable with Namjoon being this way towards you. He was wishing that it was Jungkook instead of Namjoon who was loving and affectionate towards you.

“She’s really adorable when she’s like this, hyung how come you’re not like that?” Namjoon mocked Jin earning another smack from him.

“I’m serious, watch your hands on my sister and watch what you say about her.”

“Hyung relax!” you hear Taehyung from the front of the van, “It’s not like he’s hurting or trash talking her! Why are you suddenly being so anal about it?”

But before Jin could answer, they arrived back home.

Namjoon nudged you softly, “Hey (Y/N), we’re home, wakeup.”

You yawned and rubbed your eye, half awake you looked right at Namjoon, “Did I fall asleep Oppa?”

“Yup and you drooled ALLLLLL OVERRRR my shoulder.” Namjoon thought it would be fun to tease you because the reaction he got out of you, well he wished he recorded it.

“E-EH?????” Your eyes widened and you quickly patted his shoulder with a napkin you had in your bag, “W-wait...it’s dry...you’re teasing me again!” You pouted and turned away from Namjoon.

“If you two are done here, I would like to get out of the car, please and thank you.” Your older brother said bitterly from behind Namjoon.

You kept your playful pout and hopped out of the car before linking arms with your best friend, “Oppaaa~ Joonie Oppa is teasing me again!”. You only called him Joonie every now and then, but everytime you did, his heart would melt.

“Can I join in the teasing?” Jungkook flicked your forehead, “Oppaaaa~ Aish, you’re so full of energy every time you wake up from a nap.” He mocked your voice playfully.

You pouted again and ran to Yoongi, “Oppa they’re being mean to me, can we eat now?”

Yoongi flashed his gummy smile at you, “Yes! I am hungry!” he cheered as he dragged you inside their dorm.

You sat down in the kitchen, “Yoongi Oppa are you gonna buy meat?”

He opened the fridge and pulled out a bunch of pre packaged trays of various meats waiting to be cooked, “I kinda expected that you were gonna come when Jin hyung told us you would be stopping by today. So I had this express delivered,” he plopped them down on the counter, “Both you and your brother are great cooks.”

“Which is why I’ll be helping her today,” Jin came into the kitchen rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, “It’ll be nice to spend some quality time with my sister.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder protectively and you guys both flashed the same bright smile.

“Even better,” Yoongi began to walk out of the kitchen, “Seems like my services won’t be needed today”.

“Yeah but you’re on cleaning duty. This was your idea.” Jin began unpackaging the meat while you prepared the various types of marinades.

Soon enough it was just you and your older brother in the kitchen preparing the food. It may have been silent, but you knew something was bugging your brother. You could just tell with those sibling instincts.

“(Y/N),” he paused after setting some meat on the stove, “I know you’re growing into a woman, and if you ever fall for someone, I want to know about them first before you bring them to meet me, hyung and our parents ok?”

You nodded, “What brings this up Oppa?” Could he tell that you had feelings for Namjoon? What was he thinking? Were you that obvious? Did Namjoon tell him that he likes you?

You heard shuffling in the hallway in front of the kitchen but you assumed it was one of the boys just running from the room to the living room. You placed some samgyeopsal on the pan and turned towards your brother, “Are you okay Oppa?”

“No. I actually am not” he set down his chopsticks and turned towards you, “How would you feel if your best friend liked your sibling?”

“Well my best friend is Jungkook Oppa… we know their family well. I would be fine with it.” You shrugged. You knew where he was getting with this, well at least you thought you did.

“Okay not Jungkook. Let’s say someone like Juggyeong from back home, how would you feel if she liked me?” He turned back to the pan and stirred some of the meat in there.

“I would 100% support. Juggyeong Unnie is a great girl. I wouldn't mind. Why do you ask? Does she like you?” You were secretly hoping that this story was true and that he wasn’t suspecting anything between you and Namjoon. You know your brother's habits and you weren’t sure exactly how he would react in this situation.

“No. That story was fake, the situation was real, but the story was fake.”

“I’m so confused,” you slid the now cooked samgyeopsal onto a plate and began to cook the brisket, “I really am.”

“Namjoon likes you…”

The room was silent. In your mind you were screaming, you already knew he liked you, but the fact that your brother knows, means he really really likes you. But the fact that your brother was also acting like this shows that he wasn’t approving of it.

“And I don’t approve of this…” he continued on, “I know you like him too. It’s obvious by the way you two act with each other. I don’t approve of it one bit.”

There it was. Your heart dropped hearing those words come out of your brother's mouth. Your brother meant the world to you but the fact that he was talking about this, you knew he wasn’t kidding. He’s serious.

“I- Oppa... “ you looked down trying to hold your tears in, “B-but why?”

“Yes Hyung, why?” You heard Namjoon’s voice at the doorway of the kitchen, “Why don’t you approve of our feelings for each other?” His voice was deep, and serious. His eyes were dark but longing for an answer.

You stood there silently just prepping up the remainder of the food. You suddenly lost energy to speak.

But at least Namjoon knew you liked him.

“You’re my sister,” Jin never looked up from the pan he was working on, “You’re my best friend. Do you think that would work exactly? No. No it won’t. I won’t let it happen.”

“Oppa...I really do like Namjoon Oppa. I care for him a lot.” You said quietly as tears slowly streamed down your face. You really wanted to be with Namjoon, but you also really wanted to make your brother happy and proud of you.

Namjoon saw you and started making his way over to you. He wanted to comfort you, but Jin stepped in the way, “Remember what I said in the car. Watch your boundaries with my sister. I don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon’s voice started growing louder, “Look. If nobody comforts her, she’s going to end up getting more hurt.”

“That won’t happen if I’m protecting her from getting hurt!” Jin’s voice started rising too, “I’m her big brother. It’s my responsibility to make sure she doesn’t experience it!”

“Are you assuming that I would hurt her? Hyung, you know you can trust me, if I hurt her I would never be able to forgive myself!” Namjoon placed his hand on Jin’s shoulder, “Hyung please trust me on this.”

But Jin shrugged off Namjoon’s hand, “I would rather not take the chance of her getting hurt in general!”

You heard shuffling and mumbling getting closer to the kitchen, so you wanted the boys to stop arguing before things got even more out of hand. You placed a hand on your brother's shoulder but before he could say anything he pushed you off, “You know, you know how protective I am of my sister,” he reached for Namjoon’s shirt and pulled him angrily, “Do you really think you’re going to get an okay from me?” He clenched Namjoon’s shirt in his hand.

You really didn’t like where this was going and you tried to pull your brother away from Namjoon again. But Jin pushed you a little too hard this time and you fell down and hit your head on the cabinet doors. It wasn’t hard but it definitely did hurt. And you now had tears streaming down your face.

“(Y/N)!” Both Jin and Namjoon ran in your direction but Jungkook pushed them out of the way and got to you first.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and was stroking the back of your head where you hit it, “Oh my god, are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you want ice?” He lifted your head to look into your eyes just to make sure you didn’t have a concussion but it was too hard for him to tell, “Do you want me to call a doctor to come and check on you?”

Jin’s heart dropped when he realized what he did to you. He turned off the stove and stooped next to Jungkook, “(Y/N)...(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I- Oppa didn’t mean it”. You could hear the sadness in his voice. His hands were shaking as he tried to reach for you.

Namjoon stooped down on the other side of Jungkook. He looked at you, eyes soft, “(Y/N)... are you alright?” His voice was caring and sweet. As much as you wanted to hop into Namjoon’s arms, you didn’t want to hurt your brother. So you decided to just keep your head hidden in Jungkook’s chest.

“Hyungs,” Jungkook helped you stand up, “I’m going to bring her to the bedroom. I think she needs some space right now”. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quietly walked you to the room, “I’ll call the doctor to come and check on you. It’ll be a bit but I want to make sure you don’t have a concussion. That hit sounded pretty hard”. He took out his phone and typed a message to the doctor before looking at you, “Are you feeling alright?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you just sat on your best friend's bed, “Oppa…”

Jungkook quietly hugged you and leaned his head on top of yours, “Can you please tell me what happened? We’re best friends, we’re always open with each other. Now tell me please.”

“I like Namjoon Oppa. A lot”.

“Oh, and let me guess, he likes you too, then your brother found out… predictable Jin Hyung”. Jungkook chuckled and sat next to you, “How are you feeling though?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m confused, upset and sad all together. I knew Oppa liked me, but I’m confused at why my brother won’t let him go any further with me. I’m upset at myself for getting in between the two of them. I’m sad because Jinnie Oppa won’t approve of Namjoon and I. I want to make my brother proud and happy, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. But then I don’t want to break Namjoon’s heart, because if I do, I’m breaking my own too. I don’t know Kookie Oppa, I don’t want to hurt anyone but I want to be happy at the same time.” You crawled into Jungkook’s arms and cried silently. He just rubbed your back while you let everything out.

There was a quiet knock at the door and Jimin popped his head in, “The doctor’s here (Y/N)”.

Jungkook stood up and wiped your tears, “I’ll be right outside if you need me okay?”

“Check on my brother and Joonie Oppa please? And make sure you guys start eating”.

Jungkook smiled at you warmly, “You always take good care of us”.

He closed the door and left you in there with the doctor. Jungkook walked out to find the boys silently nibbling at food on the kitchen table. Namjoon was sitting on one completely opposite end of the table, away from Jin, who buried his face in his hands, barely moving, not touching his food, and the occasional sniffs because he was crying.

When Namjoon saw you enter the kitchen he shot up from his chair, “How is she? Is she okay?”

Jin slowly lifted his head, eyes puffy and red from crying. He didn’t say anything but he was waiting to hear an answer from Jungkook.

“I’m not sure if she has a concussion or not, we’ll wait to hear that from the doctor,” he took a seat next to Taehyung, “But the poor thing has so many emotions running through her right now. She’s confused as to why you won’t let her be with Namjoon Hyung. She’s upset because she wants to make Jin Hyung happy but she doesn;t want to break Namjoon Hyung’s heart, because if she did, she’s breaking hers by doing so. She doesn’t want to be selfish even though she wants to be happy. She’s sad because you two were fighting. She’s upset at herself for driving a wedge between you two” Jungkook started putting a plate together for you and for him.

“She didn’t get to eat the meat with me…” Yoongi murmured quietly.

“Not the time Hyung.” Jimin punched him in the arm.

After fixing your plate Jungkook started fixing one for himself. But just as he finished the doctor had come into the kitchen.

“How is she doing?” Namjoon walked up to the doctor.

This time Jin stood up, quietly, not saying a word. He was just waiting to hear the answer officially that he hurt you. His precious little sister. There wasn’t any way Jin could forgive himself for doing so. His hands were shaking at his sides, but Hoseok came and put a hand on his shoulder to help him calm down.

“She does have a concussion,” he handed Namjoon a paper with symptoms listed down, “I know she doesn’t live with you but I advise her to stay here for the next night or two. If she exhibits any of these symptoms within the next 48 hours, please bring her into the emergency room as soon as possible so she can receive more extensive treatment. She should still eat and make sure she drinks lots of fluids. In the case of headaches, use an ice pack or heating pad on her head for now so we can avoid the consumption of any possible blood thinners in case of a need for treatment. Make sure she gets plenty of rest and no excessive activity.”

All seven of the boys bowed to the doctor and Hoseok walked him out.

When the door closed, Jin slid down onto his knees and started crying. Namjoon walked away and locked himself in the bedroom.

“I think we should lock those two in a room until they make up.” Taehyung whispered into Yoongi’s ear.

Yoongi leaned down next to Jin and rubbed his back before guiding him over to the couch to sit down and try to cool off. Jungkook finished making your plate and walked back over to the room. He opened the door quietly to find you sitting all the way at the head of his bed, leaning your back into the wall, trying to hide in the corner. Your face was blank, but you looked completely exhausted.

“Want to eat something?” he held out the plate of meat that you helped cook, “You did a really good job cooking this, it's yummy!”

You sighed and slightly smiled, “Kookie Oppa, you’re really great you know that?”

“Oh I know, you’re blessed with the greatest best friend to ever exist, I hope you know that”, He sat next to you on the bed, placed your food in your lap and began to eat from his own plate, “I’ve always got you. We’ve done everything together, nothings gonna stop us now!” He gave you one of his signature cheeky smiles and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“How’s Joonie Oppa?” You placed a small piece of meat in your mouth, “Is he okay?”

“He’s a little upset and sad, but he’ll be fine. He knows to give you your space,” Jungkook on the opposite hand took big chunks of his food and placed it in his mouth, “He’s currently in his room right now.”

“How’s my brother?” You fiddled with the chopstick waiting for an answer. Your brother and you have fought before, but nothing of this level, so you weren’t sure how to progress with this situation.

“In all honesty, Hyung is a mess. He’s sitting on the couch right now with Yoongi hyung trying to calm him down. You know your brother is just like this because he loves you right?” Jungkook noticed you weren’t really eating, so he took a piece of your food and ate it, “If you’re not eating your plate, I will. But Jin Hyung is being the typical older brother who wants to protect you. He doesn’t want to see you get hurt, let alone by one of his best friends. He wants you to be happy, but happy and not hurt. But he’s also having trouble accepting the fact that you’re no longer his little sister who would run around the house in little dresses anymore.”

“I... I wish he would tell me that,” you sighed and yawned, “You guys are away so much, that I guess it just kind of made my brother and I’s relationship like this”.

“Are you tired? The doctor said you should get plenty of rest, and advised you not to be alone for the next 48 hours, so I guess you're stuck with me.” He got up and pulled out one of his hoodies and a pair of basketball shorts for you to wear, “I know damn well you brought nothing with you, So you can use those and just stay with me if you don’t want to be with your brother or Namjoon Hyung right now.” Jungkook really was the best friend you needed. You were extremely grateful for him.

Jungkook walked out of the room with your guys plates and so that you could change. He walked into the kitchen, put the plates down and then walked into the living room. Jin stopped crying and he was just sitting there with that same blank face that you had in his room. He knew you left an emergency toiletries bag with him so he decided to ask where it was, “Hyung, your sister is gonna stay the night. Where’s all her things that she left with you? She’s gonna get ready for bed.”

Jin got up and quietly walked to his room that he shared with Yoongi. He opened up one of the drawers and pulled out a small bag of your things. He handed it to Jungkook and plopped onto his bed, “Do you think I can talk to her?”

Jungkook sighed, “She’s really tired right now so I’m going to stay with her until she falls asleep. Tomorrow would be better, Hyung. Let her be for the night,” he took a seat next to Jin, “But I think you should talk to Namjoon Hyung. There was major miscommunication between you two and you don’t want this to ruin the friendship.”

Jungkook walked back to his room and chuckled at the sight of you in his clothes, “Man you really are tiny because look how baggy all those clothes are!” He handed you your bag of toiletries and you walked into the bathroom. “I’ll be back!” you heard him call from behind you and he made his way to Namjoon’s room.

He knocked twice on the door before walking in. Namjoon was sitting at his desk just playing with a pen in his fingers. He eyes were sad and by the way he took each breath, Jungkook knew he was conflicted.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sat down on Namjoon’s bed, “Are you okay?” Jungkook has never seen Namjoon this depressed before.

“Did I mess up the relationship that those two siblings had?” He didn’t bother looking up from his desk, “Will hyung and I not be the same anymore? Will (y/n) distance herself from me? From both hyung and me? I don’t want to lose her. But I don’t want to lose Hyung either. I care too much for (Y/N) though to just ignore my feelings. I don’t know what to do. If I distance myself from (Y/N), I’d just end up hurting her and I don’t want that.”

“I’m glad you genuinely care for her. But I can’t give you an answer to any question you just asked. The only thing I can tell you is that you should talk to Hyung before you talk to (Y/N). She’s probably asleep now anyways.” Jungkook got up and placed a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, “I know she would want you two to patch things before you guys work out how to go further with your relationship.”

“Go further,” Namjoon chuckled, “I haven’t even properly asked her to be my girlfriend yet.”

“That can wait, fixing your relationship with Hyung first is priority. (Y/N)’s feelings for you won’t disappear within 24 hours. She likes you too much and cares for you too much that it’ll take moving a mountain to get her to have feelings for someone else.”

Hearing those words come out of Jungkook’s mouth, Namjoon was able to crack a small smile, “Where’s Hyung right now?”

“In his room,” Jungkook walked towards the door and Namjoon got up and followed, “I’ll go check on (Y/N). Now go talk to her male counterpart.”

“Male counterpart...oh my gosh.” Hoseok chuckled as he walked down the hallway hearing that, “It’s scary but true.”

Namjoon made his way down to Jin’s room and knocked twice before going in, “Hyung,” Jin was sitting on his bed, “I think we need to talk.”

Jin didn’t protest so Namjoon took that as a sign to come in. He plopped down next to Jin and sighed, “We need to start from the very beginning. Did I do something wrong?”

Jin closed his eyes and sighed, “No. You actually didn’t. I thought it over time and time again, but you really didn’t do anything wrong.”

Namjoon sighed, “Then what happened?”

“I don’t know…” he was rubbing his temples, “I- I guess I don’t want my sister to grow up. I always want to be the one to protect her you know?”

“Hyung…” Namjoon chuckled, “She’s the same age as Jungkook, 23, not 12 anymore.”

“And look at Jungkook,” Jin let out a small laugh, “Have you seen those two together? They’re a tornado.”

“Okay that probably won’t change,” Namjoon sat up and looked at Jin seriously, “But there are so many people who want to care and protect her besides your family. Look at the way Jungkook protects her and cares for her. All of us members care for her. I want to care for her and love her. Give her everything she deserves. You acted as if you didn’t want me to care for her. You know I can’t do that hyung. My feelings for her are way too strong for that.”

“I know...and I admit, I acted way out of hand. I let my feelings get in the way and I didn’t even bother to think of the way that you two were feeling. In the end, I actually hurt her. My worst nightmare came true,” Jin turned to look at Namjoon, “I’m genuinely sorry Namjoon. I even hurt you too.”

“Hyung it’s okay. I see where you were coming from, if it was my sister, I would’ve been doing the same thing probably,” Namjoon pat Jin’s shoulder, “But I do want the okay from you to date your sister. I want to love and care for her. And if I ever hurt her, just know I won’t be able to forgive myself. Like you, hurting her is the last thing I would want.”

Jin sat in silence for a bit before taking a deep breath, “I’ll allow it. Just y’know...don’t kiss her in front of me...that’s weird.”

“Hyung, I won’t take it fast with her, I’ll go at the pace she wants. I have to ask her properly to be my girlfriend first,” Namjoon smiled at the thought of getting to be with you, “I will take the best care of her Hyung. And I will respect all your wishes and we’ll respect boundaries, especially around you.”

After a deep sigh Jin whacked Namjoon on the arm, “You better take it freaking slow,” he got up and started pulling out pajamas, “Keep my sister pure! I know your mind.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon’s cheeks flushed pink, “I wouldn’t do that to her...well this fast...well I’ll shut up.”

“Gross, please do.”

“Hyung, thank you though,” Namjoon stood up and walked towards the door, “I promise you, I will take care of her.”

“Yeah yeah, what is she doing right now?”

“I think she’s with Jungkook, wanna go see if she’s awake?”

The two boys walked out of the room and towards Jungkooks. Namjoon knocked quietly and peaked his head in after two minutes of no response passed. You and Jungkook were both asleep on the bed. A wall of pillows in between you two to give you guys your own space and boundaries. It’s not the first time you guys shared a bed. People would suspect you two were dating but your heart belonged to someone else.

And you had Namjoon’s heart too.

“You better do that if you think you’re gonna share a bed with my sister,” Jin looked into the room, “I don’t care if you want to hug her, WALL.”

“Sure hyung…” Namjoon laughed and walked towards the kitchen with Jin in tow. Jimin and Taehyung sat at the kitchen table playing games on her phone.

When Jimin saw you guys he jumped up, “Are you guys good?”

“Are we hyung?” Namjoon asked.

“I guess...” Jin pat Namjoon’s shoulder and walked past him to get a glass of water, “We talked it out and set boundaries, but we’ll be fine.”

“Boundaries?” Jimin tilted his head and Hoseok smacked him.

“You must be really thick headed or blind to not see that Namjoon likes (Y/N). Why do you think Jin Hyung got heated? (Y/N) likes him too.”

“Does that mean (Y/N) will be around more?” Taehyung walked into the kitchen to join the conversation.

“Yah, let me ask her to be my girlfriend first then we’ll see the answers to those questions!”

The next morning you woke up to Jungkook next to you watching a video of a cartoon dinosaur.

“Oppa?” you rubbed your eyes and tried sitting up but you had a sharp pain in your head.

Jungkook set his phone down and helped you up, “Slowly. The doctor said to take it easy. How are you feeling? Anything hurt?”

You decided to tease Jungkook to help lift your spirits, “What happened? Why am I in your bed? Why does my head hurt?”

His mouth dropped open, “Do you not remember anything?” his tone was serious, “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I came into your guys’ practice room, with food for you and my brother. Wait, does my brother know I’m here?” The prank continued on.

“We’re going to the hospital.”

“Oppa I’m kidding,” your eyes softened when you thought about last night, “do I really have a concussion? How’s my brother? How’s Joonie Oppa?”

“I’m not sure, I told Namjoon hyung that he should talk to your brother. After, I came in here and you were asleep so I decided to sleep too. So honestly, I don’t know. I woke up like 10 minutes ago.”

“You don’t have anything to do today?”

“No, we have the day off,” He flashed his cheeky smile at you, “Want me to make you something to eat?”

“Sure Oppa, can I help?”

Jungkook smiled, “Nope. You’re taking it easy so I will be the best best friend ever! I’ll be back!”

Jungkook ran out to the kitchen and saw Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung eating breakfast, “Morning Hyungs,” he started digging through the fridge, “What’s to eat?”

“Jin Hyung made chocolate chip pancakes,” Taehyung currently had three on a plate, “How’s (Y/N)? Is she awake?”

“She’s awake. I came out to get her something to eat,” Jungkook started piling some pancakes on a plate, “Please tell me you two hyungs are good. She woke up still sad. She tried to play a prank but it failed in lifting her spirits.”

“We’re good,” Jin sighed, “But I am so afraid to face my sister. Is she mad at me? Does she even want to see me?”

Jungkook handed Jin the plate of your food, “She’s been asking about you. I think you should talk to her. Bring her breakfast to her. Namjoon Hyung, you should go in later after Jin Hyung.”

They both nodded and Jin took off in the direction of Jungkook’s room. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door, “(Y/N)? I’m coming in okay?” He took no response as a sign that you were allowing it. He walked into the room and saw you sitting up on Jungkook’s bed, just on your phone. “I made your favorite for breakfast. You should eat some.”

“T-thank you Oppa,” you were genuinely happy to see your brother, but at the same time you still had quite a bit of emotions in you from last night, “H-how are you?”

“I’m okay, I promise,” he reached for your hand but he saw you tense up a bit, so he stopped himself mid way, “How are you? Are you okay? How are you feeling?” His voice was getting shaky and his eyes were starting to brim with tears.

“Just a little dizzy. And I’m still tired,” you noticed his reaction, “But I’m still okay. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s good, you should eat some of your food,” his voice was still shaky, “(Y/N)?”

You cut a small piece of the pancake, “Yes Jinnie Oppa?”

He fell onto his knees and held your hand. He didn’t lift his head and he started crying, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really didn’t. I can’t forgive myself for what I did to you. You’re my precious sister. I’m supposed to protect you, not hurt you. You’re actually injured because of my stupidity. My ignorance. It’s all my fault that you’re hurt. Please, can you find it in you to forgive me?”

You didn’t want to stay mad at your brother. You loved him too much to know he didn’t do any of this with ill intentions. You set your plate down and cupped your brother's hand, “Oppa can you sit next to me?”

Without any hesitation, your brother shot up and sat next to you.

“Now can you answer any question I ask completely honest?”

He nodded.

“Why don’t you want me to be with Joonie Oppa?”

Jin sighed, “It’s not that I don’t want you too. In fact, I would much rather have you be with any of the members then any other boy out there. It’s just, I don’t know what got over me. In my eyes, you’re still my little sister who would run around the house in the Princess Outfits that Hyung would buy you for Christmas. I guess I just haven’t accepted the fact that you’ve grown up. I want to protect you, and I always will, but there are other people too and I have to accept that fact.”

You smiled a bit at your brother's answer. He did get really overprotective at times, but nothing was done with ill intentions. You were his youngest and only sister. You would do the same for him if the roles were flopped. “Oppa, you’re always gonna have your own spot in my life. Nobody is gonna take it. You were in my life first obviously. But hearing your answer, does that mean you’re allowing me to be with Joonie Oppa?”

After the most awkward moment of silence ever, “Yes,” Jin sighed, “BUT, there are boundaries. Just don’t act so lovey dovey in front of me. And most certainly don’t make out with each other in front of any of us!”

You blushed furiously at the thought of it, “I-...OPPA THAT STUFF SHOULD STAY PRIVATE ANYWAYS!”

“But can you promise me that you won’t forget me?” Jin’s eyes were sad, “I still want to be your number one.”

You wrapped your arms around your brother, “Oppa, you’re my brother. There’s no way whoever I date, marry, whatever, will take that spot from you.”

He smiled and hugged you back, “If Namjoon hurts you, tell me, I’ll kill him.”

You playfully smacked your brother, “Oppa!...I will.”

“How is your head?” Jin slowly rubbed the back of it as he hugged you, “I still can’t believe I did that to you.”

“I’ll be okay Oppa, I promise.”

Jin hugged you before getting up from the bed, “I think there’s someone else who would like to check on you too.”

“Hobi Oppa?” You playfully teased your head to the side.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” He chuckled and walked out of the room just as Namjoon came in.

He closed the door and smiled at you warmly, “Hey (Y/N), how are you?”

“Hi Oppa, I’m okay,” you pat the spot on the bed next to you, “Are you okay?”

Namjoon sat next to you and smiled, “Hey it's you we have to worry about. Are you feeling okay? No symptoms or anything? Why aren’t you eating your food beautiful? Do I have to feed you?”

You blushed furiously when he called you beautiful, “Oppa I’m okay. Just a little lightheaded. And u-um...I can do it myself,” you started cutting the pancake, “See? All okay!”

After Namjoon made sure you ate your breakfast, he took the plate from you, placed it on the nightstand, then grabbed your hand. He stroked your knuckles and looked you in the eyes, “I’m really sorry about upsetting your brother.”

“Oppa, you don’t have to be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t respect your brother's boundaries. I like you so much, but I didn’t come to think how that would make Jin Hyung feel,” he sighed, “I’m sorry I came between you and your brother like that.”

“Oppa, I’m sorry I came between the two of you, you’re like his little brother he never had. He doesn’t want to lose you.” You smiled knowing that your brother was surrounded by such great people who genuinely cared for him.

“(Y/N)? Can I hug you right now?”

You giggled at his cuteness and nodded, “Of course, get over here you goof,” You wrapped your arms around Namjoon and he pulled you close, “I assume you know how I feel about you right?”

“Yes,” you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, “When I found out, I wanted to have you in my arms right away...now I actually can. Your brother allowed it, you know?”

“I know,” you looked up at him, “But I won’t until you ask me?”

“Ask you what?” He said dumbfoundedly.

You pouted in response.

“I’m kidding,” he cupped your cheek with his warm hand, “I want to be able to care for you in a position more than a friend. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled and nodded, “Of course Joonie Oppa.”

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Can We Talk?

Bim Trimmer x m!reader

ty @just-bts-trash-00 for the request!

A/N: WHOOOOOOO BOY HOWDY, GUESS WHO'S BACK. It's been uh. A while. I'm sorry? School has been hectic and my mental health is SHIT, but i fucking finished it holy god. Anywaaaays, angst. Y'all remember Bim's crush on Matthias? Yeah that's the plot. It's pretty long and I think it's pretty shit but uh here I guess.

Word count: 2.9k

You hummed quietly as you fixed dinner for you and your boyfriend in the kitchen. Normally, you didn’t cook. Neither did Bim. Therefore, one of you had to be the cook in the relationship, and you supposed it had to be you. You couldn’t just get takeout until the end of time.

Well… maybe if you really wanted to.

But you didn’t. You wanted to cook for your boyfriend. He’d said something about “Jewish burgers” one day, and you didn’t know what that meant. At this point, you were too scared to ask. You’d found a recipe for shawarma, and he’d liked that shawarma place you went to the other day, so you were making shawarma. At least… you did your best.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, quickly hissing because you somehow forgot there was a bunch of shit on your hands. You quickly turned the faucet on and put your eye under the stream to clean it out.

As you dried your face, you heard a car pull up to the driveway, along with three short honks. You smiled. Finally. You wiped your hands on a rag and turned around to greet your gameshow host.

“Honey, I’m home!” He said in a sing-songy voice as he looked around for you. He saw you leaning on the kitchen counter and smiled. He shrugged off his suit jacket and sat his bag down. He walked towards you with his arms open. You pushed yourself off of the counter and fell into him.

“Hi…” you whispered. He chuckled and held you tight.

“What’s up?” He sniffed the air. “And what’s cooking?”

“Shawarma…” you said, your voice muffled in his neck.

“And uh… what’s wrong?” You brought your head up and squinted at him. “Ah, of course. The process of making the shawarma. What else would it be?” You shoved your face back in his neck with a grunt of affirmation. He snorted and patted your back. He directed you towards the couch, where you plopped down on your back with a groan.

“Dinner…” you whined. He sat his phone on the coffee table and took his shoes off.

“I’ll finish it up.” He patted your stomach.

“Thank you…” He kissed your forehead and walked away, letting you have your rest. You felt kinda bad, he’d been working all day, and it must be tiring having to sound so happy all the time. Then again, YOU worked all day too, AND you tried to make dinner. Your small rest was earned.

You closed your eyes and sighed, relaxing into the sofa. You startled a bit at the notification sound coming from his phone.

“Bim, your phone… binged…” You called. Binged? Was that the word?

“I’ll be done in a minute.” He responded.

Dinged! That was it.

You glanced at the phone. It didn’t sound like his usual texting sound, and he didn’t have any games as far as you knew. Maybe it was an email.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you checked the lockscreen.

Yup! Email. From someone named… M? Who was that?

You shrugged and put it back down. None of your business.

Bim walked back into the living room holding two plates.

“Dinner is served!” He said in a bad English accent.

“Woo…” You cheered weakly and sat up. He put the plates on the table and went back towards the kitchen. “Oh, I bought wine earlier. The good shit, that Dark gets sometimes.”

“Damn, really? How much did that cost you?” He asked in disbelief.

“It was on sale.”

“Why would the good shit be on sale?”

“Some people just don’t have taste.” You smiled when you heard him laugh. He walked back in with two wine glasses and the bottle. “Oh, you have an email from someone named ‘M’.” He tensed up when he heard the name.

That’s… weird…

“O-Oh, uh… thanks…” He scrambled to grab his phone and shoved it in his pocket. You quirked an eyebrow at him. Suspicious…

“Uh… no problem…” He looked nervous as he poured wine for you two. You squinted at him a bit, wondering why he was so anxious. You trusted him, of course you did, but this was… weird.

You two sat and ate your dinner in silence. You kept trying to look at him but he avoided your eyes. When you finished your food, you poured more wine into your glass and downed it.

This was gonna be one of those days.

Yes, okay, you were drunk. Not blackout drunk, but drunk enough to not exactly know what was going on. You knew that Bim was a bit drunk as well and you two were laughing at… something… but other than that, you got nothing.

“I’m ju-I’m jus-I’m…” You paused and blinked a couple times to process your own words. “I’m just saying that Twilight coulda been sssssoooo much better… if the portag… protagonist… fuck’s her name again?”

“Bella?” Bim chuckled.

“That’s the bitch!” You slammed your hand down on the table. Bim wheezed. “If she’d just had… a little-a little more e-mo-tion, a little more person… personality… then Twilight coulda been better! But noooooo, she had ta be… the most person-boring person in cinematic history. Bull. shhhhhit.”

“Well, she’s… she needs to… young girls have to… relate to her!”

“Okay, but like… she’s a got-damn plank o’ wood.”

“Tha-hahahaha! That’s not fair!”

“She is! She never-she’s not-she-oh god, I’m drunk…” You squeezed your eyes shut and leaned forward, face angled at the floor in case you got nauseous.

“Yeah… me too…” He sighed.

“Hey, hey Bim?” You opened an eye and turned to him. He hummed in response. “Who’s ‘M’?” He tensed up again and you frowned.

“Uh, nobody. Nobody! D-Don’t worry about it!” He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair.

“Suspicious…” you mumbled.

“Huh?”

“Nothin’.”

You tilted your head at him, half trying to figure out who it could be(which was very difficult in your drunken state) and half trying to read his mind. You supposed he got kind of uncomfortable because he said:

“I’m gonna… go into my office… and check some things…” He stood up and shuffled into a small room that he’d claimed as his office. You sighed and sunk back into the couch, thinking about your options.

First step was communication. You tried to talk to him, but he was being evasive and didn’t honestly answer the question. Suspicious.

Second step was… looking around the house for clues as to who it was like you were Sherlock Holmes? Absolutely.

You brought yourself to your feet, only stumbling a little, and tiptoed to your shared bedroom. You closed the door behind you as softly as you could before walking over to the closet. You opened it and looked for a moment before deciding it wasn’t worth to actually move things around. You shut the door and moved to the drawers. If anything was gonna be anywhere, it would be in the sock drawer, right? You reached out and put your hand on the handle. You tugged a bit, cracking it open, just a little. Your brain kept telling you that you were already there, just get it over with.

But your heart(well… still your brain, but whatever) was telling you that you needed to trust your boyfriend if this relationship was going to work.

You sighed and shut the drawer, flopping face-first onto the bed.

Bim wasn’t the type to cheat. Well… you didn’t think so, anyways. You loved him and… well, you hoped he loved you. You were going to have faith in your boyfriend. No matter how curious you were.

You shifted around in the bed so you were laying in the correct direction. You were still on your stomach, and you closed your eyes, facing the wall opposite of the door.

After a few minutes, you heard the door quietly creak open. The lights turned off and you heard footsteps make their way towards the bed. You smiled a bit and turned your head to look at Bim. Your smile fell as you saw him open the sock drawer and pull a napkin out.

“Hi Bim.” you said. He screamed and shoved the napkin back in the drawer, slamming it shut. You blinked at him.

“H-Hi, darling, I-I didn’t know you were awake…” He stuttered.

“I was.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Well… I can see that…” He laughed nervously. You looked at his hand on the drawer.

“What were you looking at?” You asked.

Please tell me the truth, you begged in your head.

“Oh, uh… n-nothing important, haha…”

Dammit, Bim.

“Okay, well… come to bed?” You suggested. You smiled at him as best you could.

“Uh… I’m kinda busy…” He scratched his head. You frowned.

“Please?” You begged and held your arms out. He opened his mouth to oppose, but he decided to make eye contact for the first time tonight since dinner. He visibly relaxed and smiled at you, and you smiled back. He sighed and took his glasses off. You scooted over so he could climb in next to you. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest.

“I love you…” you whispered. He didn’t say anything for a moment before he chuckled.

“I love you, too. Night, darling.”

“Good night.”

You woke up feeling cold. You reached out to your boyfriend, but he wasn’t there. You rolled over and looked at the time. 3:00 am. Jesus, what was Bim doing? You slowly stood up and got out of bed, still feeling very tired. You walked around for a bit, searching for your partner, before pausing.

Was he… talking to someone? At this hour?

You walked towards the bathroom, where Bim’s voice was coming from. You put an ear against the door, trying to listen.

“Why can’t he just leave me alone, why can’t he just let me live my life?!” He whisper-yelled. “I’m perfectly content with how I am now. He didn’t want me when I was available, and now I’m unavailable, and suddenly he loves me?! What kind of bullshit is that?!” You frowned, not knowing who he was talking to. You were worried because of how upset he sounded. You softly knocked on the door.

“Bim? You alright?” You asked quietly. You heard a small thump from inside and flinched.

“Y-Yeah! Just… Just give me a minute!” He yelled. You walked away from the door and looked into the office. You saw your jacket on the floor and scoffed. How’d that get there?

You walked to the other side of the room and grabbed it. As you were walking back, something caught your eye. Bim hadn’t turned the computer off. You figured you’d do it for him. As you went to click out of the open tab, you saw messages on the screen. From ‘M’.

Do you love me?

Sure

So, you’ll get me on your gameshow again?

I’ll try.

Oh. I see.

I’ll try my best. I’ll do anything for you.

Anything?

Yes

Leave your boyfriend

Hello?

Trimmer? You there?

Your vision started to blur and you were confused until you felt the tears start down your face. You were still drunk, right? That’s why you were so emotional.

Yep. That’s it. That’s the only reason.

You wiped your face and went back to the bathroom door. He was still talking, but more quietly so you didn’t really hear him. After a minute or two, he sighed and unlocked the bathroom door. You stepped away and leaned on the wall opposite the door. Bim walked out and yelped.

“Oh my God! Hi!” He laughed. “I-I didn’t know you were still out here, uh…” He looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. “Your… eyes are kinda red… are you ok?” He reached out to touch your face but you avoided his hand.

“No, no. I’m fine. Just… need to use the… bathroom…” You said, managing to not have any voice cracks or slur any words. Nice.

“I… ok…” He dropped his hand and walked towards your bedroom. You went into the bathroom, shutting and locking it behind you. You hiccuped a bit before tears started streaming down your face. You leaned your forehead on the door, just letting it all out. You hadn’t cried in a while, that’s all.

That is the only reason.

You stood there and cried for a bit before walking over to the sink and looking at yourself in the mirror.

God, you were a mess.

Your eyes were all red and puffy, there were tear marks on your cheeks, you kept sniffling like a goddamn third grader.

And it… hurt.

Not just your eyes stinging from the tears. Although that hurt too.

The fact that he was hiding from you, that he wouldn’t talk to you, that he didn’t trust you.

You sighed and shut your eyes. You turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face, wiping all the evidence away.

You turned the water off and stared at your face, dripping wet, looking a bit shit.

“I’ll talk to him in the morning…” you promised yourself. You went back into your bedroom, finding Bim already asleep. You climbed in next to him, but didn’t hold him like you usually did. You curled up and turned away.

You’d talk to him in the morning.

You went to the living room after waking up and getting ready. You were supposed to go into work, but you told your boss you were having “family problems” and might come in later. You sat on the couch and watched a bit of tv while you waited for Bim to wake up. He had the day off, so he didn’t have to worry about anything. He was

You sat with your knees tucked in. You lifted your head a bit when you heard th shower turn on. You sighed and thought about what you were supposed to say.

Hi, Bim. I’m worried about you. Is there anything you want to tell me?

Hi, Bim. You’ve been acting weird recently. Everything ok?

Hi, Bim. I went through your messages. Are you cheating on me?

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Why was this happening? Was he not happy? Were you doing something wrong?

As you were overthinking, the shower turned off. You uncovered your face and turned the TV off. You sat and waited for Bim to enter the living room.

Okay, just… tell him what happened.

Bim walked in wearing a T-Shirt and sweatpants. He went to the door and grabbed a jacket.

“We need more chicken, I’ll head to the store and-”

“Can we talk? Can you sit down for a second?” You interrupted. He froze halfway through putting his jacket on and stared at you.

“Um… okay…” He said slowly. He put the jacket on the back of his chair and sat. You sighed and put your legs down.

“Last night, when you were in the bathroom, I went into your office,” you explained. His eyes widened. Not a good sign.

“Why-Why did you do that?” His voice cracked as he spoke.

“I saw my jacket on the floor.” His face twitched into a scowl for a millisecond.

“Okay… and?”

“And… I figured I’d turn your computer off for you.” You avoided looking at him. “I s-saw some messages, and I wanted to ask-”

“I’m not cheating on you!” He claimed loudly. You blinked and looked at him. He looked scared. Kinda panicked.

“Okay…”

“I-I don’t like him anymore! That was like a joke message! I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to know if he actually felt anything for me, or if I was just being used by him! It was from a while ago! I-I know I shouldn’t have messaged him, I know a-and I’m sorry, but I don’t know why he’s messaging me again now! I want nothing to do with him I promise!” You hummed and looked away. You heard a shuffle before Bim appeared on his knees on the floor in front of you.

“Wha-Bim?” You flushed.

“Please, please, please believe me! I never wanted anyone but you! I just… It wasn’t recent, it was a while ago! I wanted to know if he ever actually liked me, and… I had you! There wasn't any reason to go back to him! And I don’t want to lose you! I-I can be better, I promise!”

“Okay, h-how ‘bout we calm down-”

“I do love you, I-I do! But… if you don’t trust me anymore, that’s fine! I-I just want you to be happy and-”

“BIM!” You yelled. He looked up at you with misty eyes and a quivering lip. You shook your head with a small laugh.

“Wh-What’s so funny?” He sniffled.

“I’m not gonna leave you! I understand! You wanted to know if there was anything ever there, if he ever felt anything for you instead of just being a manipulative bastard.” You smirked.

“Yes! Exactly!” He nodded his head hard.

“You could’ve… said that. I would’ve understood…”

“You… You would have?”

“Bim, you’re an adult. Do you not know how to communicate?”

“Uh… not… really?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Okay, we’re gonna have to work on that, and I think you might have trust issues too… ” You shook your head.

“Do I need therapy?”

“Yeah, therapy’s good for this sort of thing.”

You moved forward and kissed his forehead. He wiped his eyes and kissed you gently.

“Are we gonna be okay?” He asked after pulling back. You leaned your forehead against his.

“Yeah… we’ll be okay?”

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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I have a question for the ladies of 7 Secrets...I want to hear the full story of when Beth got lost 😂😂

“NOOOOOOOOO”

Beth is currently rolling around on the floor in agony at the question, trying her best to hide her phone from everyone. As soon as Seohyun pries it from her fingers, she cackles like a witch.

“Ah,” she sighs with contentment. “I was hoping people wouldn’t forget about that little tidbit.”

“I literally hate all of you,” Beth groans.

“Who should tell it?” Minsuh asks, all of the girls gathering to sit in the living room.

“Definitely Himari,” Aera says. “She’s the best at this one.”

“Himari!” Beth shouts. “You say one word-”

“It was pretty late at night when Beth decided to head out,” Himari begins, plopping down on the couch. Everyone laughs as Beth hides her head into a pillow. “She’d never been to the night market here, and she was dying to go. So naturally, she didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to take her and, you know, make sure she didn’t get lost.”

“Everyone was exhausted!” Beth shouts in defiance. “I felt bad!”

“Excuse me,” Kyung-soon interrupts with an even tone. “Do you need to leave the room? This is my favorite story.”

Everyone bursts into a round of applause at Kyung-soon’s comment, and Himari resumes the story.

“Basically, now Beth, correct me if I’m wrong, But you went out to the night market around eleven o’clock, taking the bus as you have a weird tendency to do. What you weren’t anticipating was all of the people. The poor cameraman was stuck between laughing at you and making sure he kept sight of you the entire night.”

“Didn’t she get proposed to?” Ichika asks.

Himari laughs. “Oh yes she did. Thrice. Were they all drunk? Yes. Was one of them the same guy who just found her again a couple of hours later and decided to try proposing a second time? You betcha.”

The room howls with laughter as they remember the hilarious experience that Beth had.

“Then, she couldn’t find her way back to the bus stop in order to get home. So she kept asking people for directions, but they all just tried to sell her stuff. So by the time she made it back home, with help from us after the camera man finally called us so he could go home, she had bought like twenty different items! She looked like a pack animal lumbering in the door!”

“Ooh,” Seohyun recalls an important detail, “Wasn’t there some vendor that kept trying to sell you BTS figurines? And they kept saying that you would be a perfect match for Taehyung?”

Beth laughs along with the other now as she remembers that night. “Yes! And every time I told him that I didn’t think I quite fit with Taehyung, they would go off about how I was being foolish and that Taehyung and I were meant to be! And then, when I told him that I preferred Namjoon, he got so mad at me!”

Ichika chuckles. “I still have that figurine you bought off him.”

“Long story short,” Beth sighs out, “I got lost for hours and was basically forced into buying a bunch of crap-”

“Hey! BTS march is not crap,” Aera shouts.

“And got proposed to a few times and ended up sitting on a curb and making friends with a Mongolian before finally going home.”

“Oh, I forgot about the Mongolian.” Minsuh muses.

“Anyway,” Beth gets up off the floor. “That should’ve answered your question!” “But-” Himari starts, but Beth gives her a glare.

“I’m gonna go crawl in a hole now, bye!”

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years ago

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BTBY Chapter 5

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Practice Day 2. There’s some electricity in the air.

Previous chapter found here

The morning goes as normal as it can for you. The studio is a little hectic with the extra clients from Robert’s studio but everyone is very cool about the changes. You teach 2 yoga classes and sub out pilates. You decide to watch the BTS interviews while in your office; purely for professional purposes. Clearly. You hear a knock on the door, “Come in!” you yell as you scoop more oatmeal into your mouth. It’s Xavier.

“Hey babe,” he says carrying coffees.

“You are the best!” you yell from your desk. He looks over at the TV.

“Oh yes, I like this.” he says as he watches the performance.

You laugh, “Oh my God you brat.” you walk to the other side of the desk and grab the iced coffee. “But...I’m not complaining either.

“Are you coming to my class?” he asks, stretching as he sits his drink on your desk.

“Yeah, my arm feels better, I’ll just baby it.”

“Is lunch catered today? I can’t remember.” he continues to do some warm up stretches.

“No. BTS is having lunch on the set of their last show so we’re on our own. Let’s get something delivered to Robert’s. We have to head there right after your class to meet the backup dancers. What do you want? I’ll schedule it now.”

“What’s for dinner?” he asks.

You pull up the catering order “It looks like a Korean/Italian/American blend. I think each guy just said what they wanted. There is no theme to this menu,” you laugh.

“Just order some burritos. Get one for Rafael too. And Joe. He might stop by.”

“Oooo your boyfriend and your bias in one place? Are you going to be able to handle that much sexiness?” you joke as you start typing in the food order.

He laughs, “ Honey please, Joe sat down with me last night and we watched like a hundred of their videos, why else do you think he’s going to stop by? Anyways. Enough about me…...Any updates on YOUR soulmate front? Did you tell Ben? Bribe a hotel staff member?” Xavier asks.

You audibly groan. “No,no, and I’m poor, what the hell am I gonna bribe someone with? Free Pilates class? I don’t think there’s going to be much to update considering my soulmate clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me. And I haven’t told Ben. If I tell him I’d want to do it in person and I haven’t seen him yet.”

“What do you mean, “if”?”

“We agreed that we didn’t care about that thing when we started dating.” you shrug.

“Can’t we try and solve the mystery though?!?! You tracked him down to the hotel. Maybe we can go stake out the lobby or something….”

“That probably means he’s visiting from out of town and I’m never going to see him again. And we have a packed day. Dance class, set up the studio while we shovel burritos into our faces, and then rehearse with the back up dancers, and then rehearse with everyone.” You pack your half-lies into the truth about your full day. And you feel a little guilty. Maybe you should tell him. Maybe. Fuck it.

“Annnndddd I sort of already found out who it is?”

“WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT!?!?!?! How? Did you go spy without me!??!?! How you dare (how you dare how you dare)” he gets distracted for a second breaking out into song. “But seriously, WHAT?!?!”

You are suddenly very sweaty and nervous as you try to form the words…”It’s uh...someone in BTS.”

“WHAT WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” he grabs your shoulders, coming face to face with you. “Are you being serious right now or are you fucking with me?!”

“Unfortunately I am being serious.”

“That means one of them is secretly an asshole...which one of them could it……” he trails off for a second, lost in thought, “Holy shit it’s RM isn’t it??!?!” he whispers dramatically as he pieces together the awkwardness of yesterday.

Your silence and scrunched up face confirm it.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“WOW”

“Yeah.”

“But he’s so nice and cool.”

You sigh, “Yeah to you and everyone else. Apparently he hates the whole “soul mate” thing on principle which is fine by me. I just need to get through these next few days and then we can part ways and continue on with our lives as normal.” you say. Like it’s the simplest thing in the world. If only. Xavier’s alarm goes off signaling 15 minutes to class.

“Well, way to drop a bomb on me right before class darling.” he jokes as he gathers up his phone and studio keys.

“I know, right? How do you think I felt walking into our meeting or that car yesterday?” you also gather your belongings. “36 more hours. Let’s just get through this.”

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The backup dancers all arrive on time and are prepped and ready. They run the dances several times through with Xavier. All of you had rehearsed a few times last week after Xavier’s dance class so the only real challenge today would be to run it with the group. You were glad you had got most of the dancers you requested; they were professionals who wouldn’t act like a bunch of idiots in front of famous people. Unlike Xavier. Who kept checking his watch.

“Are they here yet? I wanna see….” he says, peering down the hallway.

“Oh my God, it’s been ten minutes since you last checked. They are on a tight schedule and not supposed to be here yet. And see what?”

“The sparks of attraction and forbidden romance between you and RM.”

“Ew. No. Get away from me.” you shove him back into the studio. “And stop saying things, people might hear you. We are taking this shit to the grave.” you pull him close to you “TO THE GRAVE.” you hold up your pinky for a promise.

“Nope. I’m not promising shit.” he says and hops over to the console to talk to Rafael.

Dammit. Oh well. At least one of you was enjoying this. You thought telling someone else would give you some relief, but so far it had just done nothing. If anything you were more nervous today because you’d had time to anticipate what this evening and tomorrow would be like. Ughhh. You go down to the kitchen and grab some coffee and graham crackers. You scroll through your phone enjoying the brief moments of silence before you go back upstairs and find your mind wandering to RM dancing yesterday and you feel your face flush. You wish you could stop yourself but like with most things, the more you try not to think about them, the more you do. Dammmmit. You make sure light snacks and beverages are set up for the backup dancer break and head upstairs to relieve them for an hour.

“Ok everyone! You have about an hour break. Please stay on premise. There are snacks and drinks on floor one as well as your green-room. Remember, if anyone takes pictures or recording once the band gets here, you are fired. This time it is written explicitly in our contract with them, got it?” you hear a bunch of “yeah’s” from the crowd. Like you said earlier, these were professionals in LA, they knew the drill. “Ok, I will come get you all when it’s time to rehearse again. Break.” you say, dismissing them.

“They look really good, great job Xavier,” you say as you walk over to the front of the room.

“Thanks! I can’t wait to see it all together.” he responds. “What do you need help with?”

“I just have to get the lav mics set up again but they’re ready from yesterday You’ve been dancing for hours so why don’t you go grab some water?” you say.

“Okie dokie doll. Come grab me when you need me,” he says as he picks up his satchel and heads downstairs.

“Rafael, do you need anything?” you ask your other coworker.

“Me?Nope. Just looking forward to the group getting here so I can do more than just look pretty.” he smiles at you.

“You know what, same?” you laugh.

“Do you need anything from downstairs?” he asks as he steps down from the booth.

“No, I’m fine, thanks!” You wave him away as you get the room reset in preparation for the group’s arrival. You put on some BTS music while you clean up random water bottles and towels.

You are in your own zone singing along when you look up and see RM standing in the doorway and you give a light shriek. “Shit fuck. Sorry. You scared me.” You scurry over to the console and turn the music off.

“Nice taste in music,” he smirks at you.

“Thanks, just doing my research. You’re here early.” you say double checking your watch.

He fumbles with his hands and seems way less confident than usual and you instantly wonder what the heck is going on. He seems so much different from yesterday, “Yeah. They'll be here soon. I just, uh. Wanted to talk to you. Now that I've had time to kind of process everything. "

"Oh. " you are extremely shocked.

" I just want you to know that I don't dislike you. You're a great producer and you seem like a really nice person. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their soul mate. I'm just not into… that." he says as he looks mostly down and off to the side.

You take a deep breath. This is not what you were expecting today. "Well thanks a lot. I appreciate it. Like I said, the whole thing is kind of weird and shitty for me too. You're a cool dude and you know, famous and hot, but I'm also not into the whole destiny thing. And apparently you’re not a total asshole." you agree as you continue to pick up the room. You hear him chuckle," What? "

"You think I'm hot,"

"Oh shut up, I'm sure you hear it all day, everyday from the internet." you tease as you wrap up the garbage bag." Here, I'll unlock your guys’ dressing room for you." you lead him down the hallway. "Can I grab you anything from the kitchen while you wait?”

"No thanks, I'm going to read for a bit and yeah they should be here in about half an hour"

You stand in the doorway for a minute to make sure everything is set up for the arrival. You suddenly become extremely aware of the fact RM is still standing right behind you in the doorway. “Ok well, I’ll bring the other up when they get here.” you feel your face blushing as you brush past him. It feels like you just got zapped by electricity. You ignore it and head downstairs to clean up after the backup dancers.

The rest of the afternoon goes according to plan with the group arriving and practicing solo again, with the dancers, and then with full audio and music. It looks amazing and you are impressed but also super irritated because you SHOULD be able to watch this at the actual venue tonight, not at a gym studio.

Xavier sneaks up behind you during one of the breaks. “Soooo…...how’s it going?”

“I think they look amazing! Don’t you?”

“Yeah yeah they look fine. I meant about the other thing. You know….that thaaaaaanggg.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh God. No. There is nothing.”

“....don’t tell me that, he keeps staring at you.”

“Yeah probably because I’m the director. Everyone is staring at me.” you roll your eyes.

“Really? Nothing new?” he asks and you sigh.

“Oh my god, fiiiiiine. Here, let’s go get some coffee.” you grab a mic “Ok everyone, grab some water if you want and meet back here in ten for our last 2 sets and then we’ll review the plan for tomorrow. Break!”

You grab Xavier’s arm and head down to the kitchen. “Coffee?” you ask.

“It’s 8 pm.” he responds.

“...iced coffee?” you amend.

“No. I don’t know how you can do that.” he wrinkles his nose at your late night caffeine habit.

You shrug and walk with him down the hallway to the locker room and shut the door, locking it. You give him an overview of what RM had said to you earlier in the afternoon.

“I knew he wasn’t an asshole. The internet never lies.”

“Ok but he WAS an asshole yesterday,” you roll your eyes and sip some coffee. “And then he accidentally touched me and it felt like I was mildly electrocuted and I kind of liked it and I AM CONFUSED.”

Xavier starts to laugh at you, “Yeah well that’s because everything with your soulmate is more intense. It goes along with the emotions and pain. What feels good also feels REALLY good if you know what I mean.”

“I touched him yesterday when putting his lav mic on and nothing happened soooo i don’t think your theory works but ok.” You pull out your phone to check the time.

“Oh no honey, my theory is spot on. And I predict if he wasn’t leaving in a few days y’all would be all up on each other. Bye Ben. Bye BTS. Hello sexy soulmate time.”

“Um No. Rude. I have a boyfriend. Also catering is here.” you put your phone back in your pocket.

“I HaVe a BoYfrIenD…” Xavier mocks you jokingly and you smack him as the two of you exit the locker room.

30ish hours. You could make it 30ish hours. NEXT CHAPTER

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