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[kmindset]

Noona, Unnie (Final)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 5173

A/N: Yes folks it’s here. The end...no seriously

SHOUTOUT TO MY PROOFREADERS ---> @notaseoul & @look-its-a-nunn  <3

*Yeoshin means Goddess

*NOT EDITED

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this. 

~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~   Two  ~   Three  ~  Four  ~  Five  ~  Six (?) ~~

Another week passed.

Living with Hoseok had to be the only good thing to come from this ordeal.

Originally, you met Hoseok after already living with Unnie. He was a guest teacher in your dance class the week before you met Jimin. His bright personality made it easy to befriend him after class. BTS’ popularity was steadily on the rise so of course you knew of him. But his sunshine attitude was what made him approachable. 

Back then, you split your time between Noona and Hoseok, with the occasional conversation with Jimin. If you met Hoseok, first you probably would have been living with him anyway. He always reminded you his guest room was there when you needed it, especially after you got together with Noona and Jimin. He never approved of your polyamorous relationship but if you were happy, for the most part, so was he.

“What do you want me to bring home for dinner?” He asked, his smile radiating through the phone.

“Uhh” you thought about it while packing up your notebooks. “I don’t know. Get something really yummy. We’ve gotta celebrate my summer break!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Despite the mess, you were able to finish your finals with nothing short of A’s! You deserved something good to eat. “I’ve got just the thing.”

You hummed in response before hanging up.

The streets were filled with people smiling the way he knew you were. ‘Summer vibes all around.’ he thought.

The happy atmosphere distracted from the rain clouds. Until they let loose.

Hoseok groaned, looking for quick cover. The rain blurred his vision but he ran for the nearest entrance he could make out.

The bright lights of the building startled him for a second but that was the least of his worries. He was still a block over from the restaurant he needed to reach and several away from home.

“Noona, please.” The voice startled him from the otherwise loud rain.

“Jimin, this isn’t working.” Oh no. The voices came from the other side of the wall where the elevators were located. Hoseok stayed by the mailboxes, out of sight even if they came around the corner.

“But I love you!”

“How come you can say that now? And why not to Y/N?” her voice was cracking. Hoseok had never heard her like this. “If you could have said that before she wouldn’t have left...DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He jumped at her harsh tone, knowing Jimin probably did the same. He heard the elevator open. “Leave Jimin.”

The elevator closed and he heard his friend mutter ‘Shit’.

Hoseok stepped around the corner.

“Oh, are you here to get Y/N’s stuff?”

He shook his head. “She has been trying to put this out of her head while she dealt with finals.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “That’s why Noona said not to bother her.” he said more to himself than his friend.

Hobi scoffed. “This is why she had to take a step back. You know nothing about her anymore. Where is the man that snuck away from recording sessions two weeks straight under the guise of a ‘stomach bug’ just to see her?”

“Hobi hyung-”

“Where’s the man that worked extra hard in the gym to show Noona he was the man she needed?” Hoseok poked the beaten down man in the chest. “You even cried trying to figure out which one to confess to! Now you had them both and you treat one like a trophy sex toy and the other like some second choice piece of beef. GOD!” He spins around to calm himself down, one more look at the younger man and he would be throwing a fist.

“I didn’t mean to.” Jimin took a deep breath, feeling the tears stinging his eyes and forming a lump in his throat. “I can’t lose them, hyung.”

Hoseok glanced out the door at the now light rain. “I think you may have already.” He said sadly, before leaving.

Jimin wiped away a few stray tears, pulling out his phone to call Taehyung. He was going to need somewhere to stay while he figured this out.

Hobi kept what happened to himself, not wanting to put a damper on your mood. During his walk back, he was deciding whether it was a good idea or not but your smile of relief as you pushed away your box of used notebooks was enough to zip his lips.

Life continued on as it had been for a few days with the only difference being you had no more classes for the time being. Some days you spent most of your time catching up on TV shows you forgot about. You were in the middle of the last show you needed to catch up on when you heard the door open.

“Oppa! Just in time I was just about to start on dinner. What do you say? My specialty-” you trail off as you look to the person in the doorway.

She gave a sad smile. “Your kimchi jjigae. I swear I never liked kimchi until I tasted yours. Even my mother doesn’t make it that well.” She chuckled lightly, but her smile dropped when she noticed your face. You were stuck on shock, looking as if you were ready to run. “Say something.”

You blinked a few times. “How did you get in here?"

She shifted guiltily. “I know where Hoseok keeps his spare key.” You wondered how she knew and she seemed to pick up on this. “Remember the time our power went out and we came over here since he was on tour? Just so we could watch the finale of that stupid drama we were obsessed with!”

You nodded, suppressing a smile. You remember complaining about the ending only to see Unnie stretched out on his couch sleep. You moved from your spot in his arm chair to lay next to her. Cuddling close in her arms to not fall off the couch, you fell asleep too. The next morning, she awoke to you sleeping soundly. Rather than move she decided to take a sick day. She didn’t want to miss a minute of it.

“Y/N? Y/N?” she was sitting next to you now. “Please, please just say something.”

You didn’t look at her. It was silent for a moment.

“Jimin is gone.”

Your head shoots up. “What?”

“I-I told him to leave.”

“Why? I was gone. You could be happy together now.”

She looked at you like you were stupid. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

A frustrated sigh slipped out before you could stop yourself. “I could tell you love each other more. He barely talked to me anymore and every waking minute you were having sex. I don’t want this to come out like it’s all about sex but he hardly looked my way, let alone touched me. He stared at you like the goddess you are. His every thought was you.”

“You couldn’t possibly know th-”

“He called your name during sex with just me!” You hadn’t meant to raise your voice but you were so angry. Could she not see it?

“Yeoshin-ah, what are you talking about? The reason I told him to leave was because all I was to him was sex. We would talk sometimes but nothing like before. I couldn’t take a shower by myself without him sneaking in.”

“It didn’t sound like you protested much.” You said coldly.

She looked away, her eyes glossy, and you felt bad. You knew Jimin was a weakness for her.

Before you could mutter an apology, she said something you didn’t expect. “Ho Shin and Mina are getting married.”

You were taken aback. Those names were familiar.

“They broke my heart now they’re inviting me to their wedding.”

Wash day was the worst. Jimin was in charge of it but he always neglected his duties.

You searched Unnie’s wardrobe, completely skipping Jimin’s room, knowing he had nothing but Unnie had a rather extensive wardrobe. You fished around until you found a navy blue silk nightie. Folded nicely in the far corner of one closet shelves, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in awhile. You knew you never saw her in it but it was there and it was clean.

You slid it on, throwing your towel in her hamper.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror you heard the door. Jimin and Unnie must have returned with the food. You scurried into the kitchen excitedly.

Jimin almost dropped the food at the sight of you, his cheeks going rosy. You laughed, posing dramatically. “You like Jiminnie?”

“Like wha-” Unnie came in behind him, setting down her car keys as her mouth dropped open.

You smiled, assuming she liked the outfit on you.

“Nice on me huh?”

“Take it off.”

“Wh-”

“Take it off! Now!” She tried to push past Jimin to you but he caught her by the waist.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Noona, what’s wrong?”

She was still glaring at you, tears falling fast down her face, seething. “Take it off.” she said again through clenched teeth.

“I-I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“You can grab something from my room.” he quickly offered, pulling Unnie back now with both arms.

You took a few slow steps back before turning to retreat to Jimin’s room. With confused tears, you pulled off the nightie. You threw it onto his bed, standing bare as you stared at it, wondering why the thin beautiful blue fabric could have made her so upset. You shook your head, grabbing a pair of pajamas from Jimin’s still unpacked duffel bag. From the other side of the door you could hear talking and sniffling. You wanted to know what was wrong but the surprising way she treated you had you willing to keep a large amount of distance from both of them. Tears were still falling as you locked his bathroom door and drew a bath.

You were drifting off in the tub when you heard a knock.

“Yeonshin-ah”

Your lids were heavy as you turned your head away from the door. “I know you are fighting off sleep and probably confused anger but I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Her apology sounded sincere but you needed an explanation.

“I know I should have thrown it away, I know, but… I couldn’t.” she paused and you stood from the quickly chilling water. “The reason- The reason I lived in this big place alone was because of them. My first and only multi partner relationship before you and Jimin. They molded me into this person, a smaller part of a better whole then left me. I should have guessed it. Looking back they always treated me different than they treated each other. I felt like the girlfriend of a married couple. They cared for me but nothing like they did for each other.”

You approached the door, tying your robe. Voice barely audible through the door, you asked “And the nightie?”

As soon as you asked, her eyes met the fabric on the bed and scoffed. “It was her birthday. He said the night was going to be special for “us”. I took it to mean the three of us. I went out and bought the most beautiful nightie I could find and in her favorite color: royal blue. I was in love with it and with her so I bought it. I used all the money from my first paycheck at my new job just to make her happy.” By now you could hear her sniffling. You wanted to comfort her but the stubborn part of you still wanted to hear the rest before letting it go. “Oppa said to give her my present first because he was running late. I did and as expected, she fell in love with it. She stripped right in the middle of the living room and put it on. She kissed me and thanked me and my heart soared. I lived to make them happy.” her voice got quiet on the end.

Your hand rose to the knob but she continued so you paused. “You know what his present to her was?” You shook your head though she couldn’t see you. “A promise ring.”

Your jaw dropped. “I sat through his whole speech before I realized what was happening. At the end they exchanged this look. I knew what was coming next. I hurried to my room and locked the door. I left for work early the next day to avoid them. On the way back I picked up some boxes for my stuff. When I came in there were some already waiting. They told me they would be the ones leaving. They said they already began looking for a new place. They expected me to be ok for the time being and be happy and continue life the way it was as if they hadn’t just broken up with me. I told them I couldn’t and that they were crazy for breaking my heart then being so normal about it. I packed to stay with a friend. After angrily shoving things into a duffel bag, I spotted the nightie on her desk chair. I grabbed it stuffed it in my bag. I don’t know why. The store had a no returns policy. I wasn’t going to wear it. I didn’t want anyone else to wear it.” She spoke the last part hesitantly and went quiet. “They provided a few months’ rent. Thinking that it made up for loving then leaving me.” Another pause. “It didn’t.”

Finally, you opened the door and hugged her so tightly. She let out all her tears, sobbing into your neck. When you were both calm Jimin picked you up one at a time and laid you on his bed. He flicked off the light and crawled between the two of you, wrapping an arm around each of his girls as you both cuddled into his sides. She placed his hand over his heart and you placed your hand over hers.

“I suppose they think time heals all wounds.”

“Does it?” You grabbed her hand, now more concerned with her past broken heart than your current one.

She looked down at your hand in hers. “When I was happily in love it did. Now, alone in that big place again, I feel that wound re opening. Everyday I come home from work and feel the same as when I first came back after they left. It’s so empty. There are lots of things in that apartment but I don’t want things. The nightie represents the part of me that was broken when they left but I have almost everything of yours in that apartment yet I feel more broken than I ever did because of them.”

Every word she spoke was filled with emotional sincerity but you were still upset. She could tell.

“I’m sorry If you felt I was trying to push you out, Y/N I could never do that to you! I know how that feels. I wouldn’t have entered another polyamorous relationship unless I knew I was going to be able to love both of you. I may have pushed you out unintentionally but my heart still clings to you unabashedly. You say he looks at me because I’m a goddess but you know yo the goddess to me, Yeoshin-ah”

There were no words you could speak so leaned over and pressed your lips to hers. A peck almost as experimental as the first one you shared but the second was more sure. You still loved her and you weren’t going to let Jimin’s behavior separate her from you any longer. The more you kissed her the more you missed her and the more you wanted. Yet she pulled away, leaving your lips to subconsciously chase hers for a moment.

“Please come home?” More of a question from worry she would be rejected but you nodded and smiled allowing her to do the same before kissing you again.

“HEY HEY HEY!” You pulled away to see Hobi pointed at you from his foyer as he closed the front door. “Stop that! Make up at home. And don’t play innocent. I know you’ve had sex here before too!”

Both your faces went hot.

Instead of leaving right then to go with Unnie, she offered to take you and Hoseok out to eat.

Of course you loved the idea. Unnie always let you eat as much as you wanted no matter the price. Plus, Unnie and Hoseok got along so well.

As Hoseok drooled while he cooked more meat and asked for more side dishes, you and Unnie sat there full, laughing at his never ending appetite.

As you shook your head, you looked around the restaurant at all the happy people indulging in as much food as they could eat. Until your eyes landed on the only unhappy person in the building. Head down, hat shading most of his face. It didn’t take long until you realized you recognized that person. Your eyes widened and scanned the people around him, Namjoon, Taehyung, SeokJin, Yoongi and Jungkook, before landing on him again. As his head lifted up, you looked back at your empty plate and tried to calm your yourself. You felt someone nudge you, looking up to see Unnie’s questioning eyes. You look up at Hoseok to see he has already spotted his friends. He looks to you and knows you have seen Jimin too.

“Jimin’s here.” You say quietly to Unnie. Her brows furrow and she frowns looking down and moving around a lone piece of beef on her plate.

The table has gone quiet, no one willing to say anything. You can see Jimin and the others from your peripheral vision, he doesn’t seem to be responding to the group conversation but thankfully hasn’t noticed any of you.

“I’ll go pay.” Hoseok says. As he gets up you stand as well while Unnie leaves a tip. You grab your coat and wait til she slides hers on to hold her hand. When you turn to leave you nearly run into someone, cliche enough. You realize it is Jimin and in the split second it takes him to direct his gaze up at you from the ground, you think about running but it would cause a scene and you can’t run that fast dragging Unnie behind you.

“Y/N!” He looks behind you. “Noon-” he stops when notices you holding hands.

She steps beside you, though slightly in front of you as if protecting you. “Jimin.” she says simply. You repress a smile at seeing the calm and put together woman you fell in love with returning to ‘protect you’.

“So you made up then, huh?”

“Yes.” is all she says.

You see Hoseok returning to the table but you catch his eye and wave him off. He looks between the two of you and Jimin’s back before nodding and going to wait out of sight by the door. No need to strain Jimin’s relationship with Hoseok over your relationship strife.

“-been well.” you tune back in to the scene before you.

“Not really but I am here with most of the members.” He answers to whatever it was she said.

You kept your eyes away from him though you felt him staring at you.

“Well, Jimin, we have to go.”

“No, please!” He said as loud as he could. “Can I come over to talk? Please, I need to speak with you. Both of you.”

She stepped around him, dragging you behind her. “Goodnight Jimin.”

The rest of the night you tried to enjoy your reunion with your girlfriend but Jimin’s pleading expression sat in the back of your mind. You fell asleep with the thought of Jimin on your heart.

The next morning, you had no prior engagements, leaving you to bum around the house while Unnie was at work.

Most of the day was spent watching various things on netflix, surfing the web, and dancing to the vinyls you missed while you were away. Somehow you ended up dancing down the hallway but tripped over your own feet. You landed strangely on your ankle, hissing in pain. It hurt to put weight on it as you stood back up. You were barely standing before there was a knock at the front door.

“Coming!!” You yelled so the impatient person on the other side would stop knocking so hard. Peeking through the peephole, you saw Jimin holding something in his hand. You opened the door slightly and stuck your head out.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t know Jimin” you tried to shift but put too much weight on the sore ankle. “OW!”

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

He looked at you for a second before pushing on the door, making you stagger back, face scrunching in pain. He examined you for a moment before noticing the way you kept your foot from touching the ground. He shut the door and picked you up before you could say otherwise. He sat you gently on the couch. You looked at what it was he was holding before to see the fruits he picked up every Thursday.  A weird tradition he started after passing a lone fruit stand on the way home one Thursday.

“I figured, even if I wasn’t here, you might still want fruit.” He was holding an ice pack. Somewhat reluctantly, he sat next to you, propping up your foot onto his lap to tend to your ankle with the ice pack. “Plus I think if I didn’t come Ajumma might have a heart attack.”

He tried to joke but you crossed your leg  and took the ice pack, holding it in place yourself. “You can go now.”

He was quick to respond. “Please don’t shut me out.”

“I’ve been thinking and thinking. Not only about what you and Noona said but what the members have been saying.” He cleared his throat, a sign he was emotional. “I miss my girls but I understand why you don’t miss me.”

You weren’t sure why but you were already tearing up.

“My goddess girl, please don’t cry.” You felt him moving closer until he was close enough to cup your face and bring it towards his, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes were closed to hold in the tears but you could hear the pain in his voice, knowing he was crying. “My Y/N. I haven’t been the person you need. My attention wasn’t enough but my heart is yours as much as it is hers.”

There was an eternal fight in you. You wanted to keep strong, the way you needed and knew Unnie wanted. Though part of your heart wanted him in the bed with you to complete the warth you used to love feeling at night.

“Jimin, I can’t let you back in that easily. Into my heart or this apartment. You didn’t care about us anymore. We were each a half of some perfect relationship instead of two wholes of a three part heart.”

He blinked in shock remembering his own words from the better days. A hand ran frustratedly through his hair. “Let me show you something.” He stepped around you, going into his room. It was mainly bare of obvious essentials. Clothes mostly gone, rings no where on the dresser, his scent growing faint. He pulled out one of his dressers and reached in the back.

“The picture from our first date all together, your dean’s list letter, the letters we used to slip under each other’s doors when our schedules were out of sync, and -”

“The nightie.”

Lo and behold it was the damn nightie. Mina’s nightie.

“Why do you have this?” you asked, holding up the gown in shock.

“That was the first time Unnie opened up. It wasn’t really directed at me but it was significant.” He still held the box as he sat on the edge of his bed. “I never told either of you this but I had doubts. About what people would think, if I would could be the person you two deserved, if I even wanted to share my girlfriends with each other. But that night, holding both of you in my arms, I knew I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You remembered clearly once again. Within a few days you were beginning to realize the significance of the expensive blue fabric to your relationship. You were still thinking of what to say to Jimin who was still sitting with the box when you heard the front door.

“Yeoshin-ah. I have snacks!”

You came out the the living room and she smiled until she spotted Jimin. “Jimin, what are-”

“Unnie! You need to RSVP for the wedding.” You said.

She was about to question ‘What wedding’ when you grabbed the invitation from its spot in the kitchen drawer and handed it to her.

“I don’t want to be here.” she stood outside the venue with a scowl that could easily be spotted amongst the dozens of happy faces filing into the banquet hall. You couldn’t subject her the pain of sitting through the ceremony but insisted the reception was something she needed to attend.

You slid your hand into hers but her other felt empty until another hand did the same. She looked over as Jimin smiled reassuringly at her.

The night Jimin showed up, the two of you agreed on letting Jimin stay but all three agreed on giving space between you two and Jimin leading up to the wedding.

He would stop by for dinner or to spend time with the two of you, sometimes staying late and opting to sleep in his room. He would surprise her at work by sending flowers or stopping by the apartment with Hoseok to say hello after practice. Other times he would come help you with a new dance or listen to music together. A few times he even pretended to be sick just to sneak away and see you. He was himself again. He tried to have dinner with the two of you as much as he could. You and Unnie were beginning to trust him again, so much so that some nights you would even insist on him staying but he would decline. He was trying to start from before everything went wrong and prevent himself from making the same mistakes again. This mainly meant no physical contact until he could appreciate the emotional. Which Unnie told you meant he didn’t trust himself yet.

This made the sight of him all dressed up at the wheel of his new car ready for the wedding even better(despite how hard it was to keep your hands off him). You thought you were losing him but instead you were getting the old Jimin back. You were content with how everything was playing out but you knew Unnie would not be until she got something off her chest.

For the first bit of the reception she laid low, knowing the happy couple would be mingling with family and over excited friends. You had to admit, you understood now. They looked better than you imagined. They looked like the people you expected Unnie to be with. The embodiment of perfection, they were Unnie.

Soon the lights went down and it was time for their first dance.

As they sway softly under the spotlight, you noticed Unnie’s tension melting. “Look at them.”

Jimin looked at you and you shook your head, confused as well. “They’re so much happier without me.”

She got up faster than you or Jimin could register. It took an exchanged glance before you were both popping up to follow her. By now the lights were up and people were flooding the dance floor to dance away the memories of the most likely boring ceremony.

“Noona!” Jimin caught her first, grabbing her waist. “I thought you wanted to do this.”

She was looking at the door. “I did until I saw them and how happy they look. I thought, some small hopeful stupid part of me thought, that if I came I would be able to pick up on some small part of them that regretted breaking up with me but they seem happier than ever.”

Jimin back hugged her while you frowned at her sorrow.

“I knew that was you.”

The three of you looked over to see the happy couple. Mina looked even more stunning up close in a gown fit for a princess. Ho Shin exuded manly charm.

You noticed Unnie gulp despite the weak smile she mustered to give. “Congratulations, Mina. Oppa.”

“Hye Soo, Why so formal?” Mina questioned. She stepped to forward to hug her but you held your hand in her way.

“Hi!” her smile faltered for a moment but she smiled and shook your hand then his. “I’m Y/N.”

“Jimin.” Jimin said simply, not bothering to shake their hands. Instead he put an arm around her waist. You stepped back to her side, rather closely.

“Ah, friends of yours.” Mina spoke, an edge to her voice on friends.

You felt Unnie’s hand slip into yours and squeeze. “No, Mina, Y/N is my girlfriend and Jimin is my boyfriend.”

“That’s good to hear. We knew you would be fine without us.” Ho Shin gave her a light, playful punch on the shoulder.

Unnie couldn’t hide her disgust. “Are you serious?”

This time you squeezed her hand, signaling her not to lose her cool. She bit her lip and looked into your eyes. You wanted her to have some sort of closure but not by getting angry. She sighed and looked back at the couple. “I wanted to come to your wedding to ask you why. Why you gave me hope of something like this with the two of you and then took it away so casually. Maybe even tell you off in front of your stupid friends  and your parents. But coming here and seeing your reaction to the people I love, not only did I realize you were ashamed of committing to polyamory but I realized I have something much better now.” She released your hand and stepped away from Jimin’s grasp to cup each of their faces in her hands. “So instead I’m going to wish you the best.” She pecked Mina’s cheek and leaned up to do the same to Ho Shin. She stepped back and held your hands again, letting Jimin lead the way.

You looked over your shoulder at them already being ushered away into another conversation with family members they probably didn't know. You noticed Mina casting glances at your girlfriend and Ho Shin’s forlorn look at his new wife. Unnie may not have been able to see it but you could. You recognized that look. It was look you saw in the mirror everyday you were away from Unnie and Jimin. They regretted it and now it was too late. 

Shoo Hye Soo had found Jimin and you.

The End . . No, Really...

[parkjmini]

💙🌈📚 for the bts ask meme!! :)

💙 hyung line or maknae line?

maknae line, but i do really really love my hyung line so much 

🌈 most to least Not Straight in your opinion

ok so i had to discuss this with my friend bc they’re all just one big GAY & it was rlly hard to find a least gay in a big gay;; anyways from most to least GAY: 

yoongsjimbokook (hes a big closeted gay)tae/hobi?? jinnams

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so i dont rlly read fanfic series, i mainly read one shot scenarios but when i do read a fanfic, im usually inspired to write my own,,,,, which is why you’ll see parallels bwtn my favs and my own ffs LOLOL

good boy by btssmutgalore (college!jimin x reader, smut)our little family by nightbts (parent!jimin x reader, angst/fluff)noona, unnie by kmindset (poly!jimin w OC and reader, smut/angst)

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[kmindset]

Noona, Unnie (6)?*&B

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC) Hoseok x OC 

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 1156

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Before anyone asks, yep six is the end. Oh and I didn’t really proofread. XD

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this.  

~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~   Two  ~   Three  ~  Four  ~  Five  ~~

“Bye guys.” You waved as Jimin ushered you out. You were a little tipsy, bordering on drunk.

Hoseok laughed locking the door behind you before turning to Noona. He could see it in her face. “Do you regret it?”

“Hm?” She looked up quickly, snapping out of her thoughts.

“Leaving them.”

She smiled slightly. “No.”

“It’s ok if you do. You were all close.”

Placing the dirty dishes in the sink she turned to lean against it and face him. “Missing them and regretting our decisions are two different things.”

His head hung. He wanted to believe her words but he remembers how upset she was when she realized you and Jimin loved each way too much for her to ask you both to share. The endless tears as he held her after she realized she had no one else to confide in and made her way to his apartment.

Simultaneously, she was thinking of that same night. When he held her tightly. When he confessed within a compliment how he felt about her. She still vividly remembers that first kiss.

Both of their memories blur somewhere in the middle when she pulls him to her for a kiss.

Hoseok’s hands found purchase on the sink edge behind her. His arms, now boxing her in, was a magnet for her hands that automatically gripped his biceps. He pulled away for a moment, lips barely separate from hers. His hands came to her curves and slid around the middle of her back to pull her into him. Their lips met again with more fervor.

Doubts still ran through his head but it felt hard to question her loyalty when she was gripping the top of his pants impatiently.

He abandoned her lips to nip at her neck as if to say ‘Wait for it’. She squeaked at the feeling. The sound was much different from the sultry moans she normally entranced him with but satisfying to hear nonetheless. He smirked, bringing a hand to hold the side of his neck as he continued his assault on her neck.

“Hobi” There it is. He smirked proudly into her neck. “Hobi can-can-”

“‘Can’ what, Noona?” He voice was teasing and she knew he wasn’t going to play fair. “Make you feel good?”

She bit her lip rather hard when the straps of her lounge dress were slid down her arms. The fabric stopped at her hips. His intense gaze met her eyes.“Take it off.”

She kept eye contact as she slowly pushed it over her hips for it to pool on the ground.

“Turn.”

She obeyed, soon pressed into the counter. Hoseok wasn’t much for complete dominance but he knew what he wanted. And right then, it was Unnie bent over the counter with her dripping core pressed into his clothed cock.

She knew what was coming next and she craved it. She desperately pushed her ass back to try to feel him through the fabric as he chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt.

He didn’t bother with punishment for her actions. The gift of her in front of him made it hard to deviate from the path of pleasure. She knew that.

The sound of his zipper heightened her anticipation. She was thankful he didn’t tease like Jimin used to.

Almost too quickly he released himself with barely a breath before sliding into her with the most delicious moan she had ever heard.

Everything in his body wanted to start slow and relish in the feeling but he knew how she liked it when he was like this. His hand came up the front of her torso and between her breasts to grip her neck and bring her body closer to his. The way he fucked into her was too good.

“H-Hobi!” She gripped his hand, secretly hoping he would grab harder.

Curses fell from her lips so easily.

“Did you ever think about my cock when you were with them? Hmm?” He breathed heavily into her ear. “When Y/N’s lips were on your neck. When Jimin’s cock was against your ass. Was it mine you really wanted?”

He let his nails rake down before roughly grabbed her breast. “They’re my best friends but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I k-know.”

“No!” He turned her face to his, slowing down. “You don’t. I care about you more than you realize. I want you to remember that.”

He stared at her for a moment before pulling out. He back away just enough to turn her around. Jung Hye Soo, do you care about me?”

“Hoseok-”

“Noona.” His voice was firm. As she stared up at the sweaty figure he lifted her onto the counter. “Tell me you care.” He pulled her to the edge of the counter.

Her mouth opened but no sound came out until he slid back into her with a faint groan. She quivers at the sound of his voice and the feel of his length.

Hoseok places gentle kisses on her collarbone as he rocks into her much more lovingly than before.

“I care, Hoseok..” The squeeze against his biceps felt so good with the tender words she spoke.

His hips sped up again with a firm hold on each of her thighs. “How much?

“S-So fucking much!”

Each obviously reaching their highs, they held each other closer. Hobi hips didn’t slow.

Unrelated curses kept rushing out in whispers as her high approached.

“Hye Soo noona- fuck- noona”

“Hoseok.”

“Noona...Noona..”

Her head fell back in pleasure.

“Noona?” The voice sounded different now. Jimin?

No! No! I’m almost there!

She woke up in a cold sweat. Legs clenched and face hot. Of course that’s when the door opens and she stares in the direction of the sound with wide eyes.

“Noonaaaa” Jimin’s voice called to her. Your voice could be heard yelling excitedly about something as well. She began to calm down as she saw both of you but immediately tensed again at the sight of Hoseok.

He was being unusually quiet amongst the laughter and chatter.

“Unnie!” You say, noticing her flushed cheeks. “Are you alright?”

You come closer and Jimin steps up behind, concerned as well.

She shakes away the fading memory of the dream. “Yeah. Yeah I’m good.”

You and Jimin stare continue to look her over a few more seconds before nodding and walking into your bedroom, raving about some new album Unnie bought you yesterday.

Hoseok trailed behind, shooting her flirty smile.

She tried to contain the blush, silently wishing she could finish the dream.

THE END

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Noona, Unnie (5)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut  : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 1645

A/N: iight yall, Imma level with ya. My dumb ass thought I queued part 3 ½  to post after the most recent part of Jimin, CEO. OBVIOUSLY that wasn’t the case but by the time I realized it, it was late and I was lazy :P So here is part 3 ½ and 4 combined for a longer Chapter 4.

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~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~   Two  ~   Three  ~  Four  ~~

Prayers silently fell from your lips as you pulled your laptop from from your backpack.

You needed to turn in an assignment before midnight but in the midst of Jimin’s foreign affection & the following fight it was now 11:13.

Quickly, you finished your revisions to your paper. You hadn’t even realized Hoseok was on the phone until you hit ‘Turn in’ and your body melted into his couch. With nothing to distract you, your ears picked up on a low volume voice. Easing off the couch, you stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Jimin, I’m telling you I don’t know where she….Maybe if you calmed down you could think straight...Fine, I’ll let you know if I hear from her.” Guilt behind to sit atop your anger. Not only had you dragged Hoseok into this but he was lying for you. To one of his closest friends too!

“They are looking for you.” You looked up to see him looking at you sympathetically.

“Sure.” you pushed yourself from the doorway.

To be fair, you knew Jimin cared about you but you also knew he cared for her more.

There was really no way to remedy this.

3 soft, almost hesitant, knocks caught your attention just as you passed the door. You stopped so who ever it was wouldn’t hear you.

“Y/N?” her voice called through the door. “Y-Y/N, I know you’re there.”

You hadn’t realized until that moment how much you already missed her voice.

You turned to see Hoseok giving you a look. You knew he wouldn’t force you to open the door or acknowledge her presence but you knew he thought you should.

A sigh could be heard from the other side of the door. “I won’t bother any more tonight but don’t forget to turn in your assignment.”

The sound of her heels faded and you blinked a few times before fully processing what she just said. She remembered. Before you could get caught up in that small detail, you shook your head. Something so small wouldn’t fix the damage done.

Unnie had tried to contact you multiple times within the next week. At first, she gave you some space, only calling twice the first two days. By the third she was sending pleading messages and leaving voicemails every third call.

But Jimin… you heard nothing from him. You contemplated reaching out to him. To seek comfort or yell you weren’t sure. Of course, you decided against any contact.

The new routine was starting to sink in. Go to school, come back to Hoseok’s place, study, talk with Hobi until the two of you were too tired to even smile anymore.

A few times Hobi would get tired quicker than you due to work but you would pretend not to notice in an effort to keep the conversation going. Laying in bed, alone in the quiet, that’s when you longed for your partners the most. Unnie’s soft breathing lulling you to sleep. Jimin’s arms wrapped around your waist when you couldn’t get to sleep.

But at the moment you would settle for Hobi’s comfortable yet cold guest room bed. Your teacher drowned on for what felt like years today. Pulling on your messenger bag, you walk wearily out of the large classroom.

“Y/N.” you hear the familiar voice tears immediately sting the back of your eyes.

“Jimin?” you face him, nothing short of a grimace on your face. Still clad in his grey sweatpants and black hoodie you figure he came from practice.

“I don’t have much time, I’m on break and I shouldn’t be in public, but please PLEASE meet me at the apartment tonight. Noona is working late so it’ll be just you and me. You can scream at me or whatever you need to do.”

There was no chance to reply before he lifted his hood and left.

~

“I don’t know what he’s going to say.”

You sigh. “He didn’t mention what he wants to say?”

“Nothing.”

“Alright.” Flying blind into this conversation. Great.

“You want me to come for support?” He was clearly worried. You could practically see the ㅅ shape of his mouth.

With a smile, you gave a small ‘No’.

You knew he wanted to come anyway or offer further words of support but you arrived at your building. “Listen Hobi, I’m here. I’ll see you later ok?”

He hummed enthusiastically in response before hanging up.

Not knowing what Jimin was going to say, your nerves grew as you took the steps up. Once you reached the door you hesitated before opened it. Your nervous eyes searched the apartment. Unnie was still working but you weren’t sure if Jimin was there yet. Just as you sat your backpack down on the island, Jimin appeared in an oversized navy blue shirt and his usual grey relax sweatpants while he fluffed a towel over his hair.

“Oh, Y/N. You’re here.”

You avoided his eyes. “You told to me to be.”

He looked down, somewhat guiltily, at the towel. “I wasn’t sure if you would come.”

A nod was all you gave.

“Y/N…uh” he paused. “I miss you.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself. This made his shoulders sink.

He took an uncertain step toward you. Then another. With a final step he pulled your from around you to pull you the rest of the way into him.  He let his arms comfort you silently for a moment before kissing you.

You felt eager to kiss back until you realized something.

The kiss wasn’t what you expected.

Tender and apologetic.

No.

Quick and sloppy.

It seemed when you tried to pull back his lips chased yours, hardly breaking the kiss though you were no longer kissing back. With a turn of your head, he landed a wet kiss on your jaw.

He pulled away, confused. “Y/N-”

“I think this is over.”

He took a confused step back.

“I thought you would want to talk. Tell me you love me more than you let on. Tell me you love Unnie more, which I know. Or even that you never loved me. But no. You just want sex.” You voice started shaky but is rising with rage. “That’s what it boils down to isn’t it? God!”

“Y/N What are you even saying? I thought this is what you wanted?”

You gave him a questioning look.

“The other day you got upset I said Noona’s name then ranted and left.”

Tears were starting to flow now. “Jimin, I was ranting because...because” you sighed in defeat. “This can’t work. I was so infatuated with you and so enthralled with Unnie. She helped me when I needed it. You came seemingly out of nowhere, knowing both of us and making me so dumb in love. Something only little kids feel. Yet I felt it and for some reason having both of you made me invincible...but it just made me invisible.”

His mouth dropped and his eyes widened slightly.

“Y/N?”

You spun around to the sound of the voice. Shit.

“Unnie, why are you home early?” Your voice had no energy, already worn from the short exchange with Jimin.

“I couldn’t focus.” She dropped her messenger bag by the door as she hurried out her pumps. “I haven’t been able to since you left.

She quickly approached you but stopped short when she noticed your face, finally reading the room.

“What’s going on?”

Jimin looked to the back of your head before looking down.

“Y/N” she was already pleading, fearing the situation.

“I don’t think this-this arrangement is working for me.” you said.

“No no no no” Unnie was shaking her head quickly, eyes shut tight.

“Unnie-”

“No no no.” she brushed past you and Jimin, head down, to her room and locking the door behind her.

Your eyes followed her all the way, as did Jimin’s but no one said a word. This all became too much, no reason to delay your leave any further. Tearfully, you rushed out the door.

“Y/N!” he called after you.

You were down the steps.

It was way later than it should have been once you got to back to Hobi’s place.

The chorus of tipsy people calling it a night rung hilariously in the hallway. However you were in no mood to laugh at their antics.

Using the extra key, you entered the partially dark apartment. You assumed he had gone to bed already seeing as it must have been a short day for them today since Jimin was available.

The only light was the narrow strip over the kitchen sink. You slid off your shoes and dragged your bag behind you to the guest room.

The weight of what happened began to hit you when you entered Hoseok’s building but now you felt oh so heavy. You shed your outfit, bra and all expect panties, for a nightgown.

You sat on the edge of your bed, deep in thought for a second.

You didn’t really want to break up with them. But you couldn’t be continue to be with both of them either.

Standing, almost robotically, you walked to Hoseok’s room. He was light sleeper so you crossed the room carefully. You stepped on a few pieces of clothing, assuming he stripped and dove for the bed the way he loved when he had a chance.

You reached the empty spot in his bed and stood staring at his bare back.

Before you realized it, tears were flowing. You slid in next to him before feeling him stir. His body turned to face yours as his arm flung lazily across you. It wasn’t until he heard you sniff that he peeked an eye open and pulled you into him.

Maybe he was all you needed...

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YOU GUYS! Not to be a tease but I just binge wrote 4 Drabbles for Noona,Unnie😳 Buuuuut, they can't be released until I finished the story😂😂 Which isn't super bad because I know the final pairings I just haven't wrote the ending in its entirety. If it helps: 1.) they all have smut 2.) I haven't the smut in them all just the whole idea, beginnings, ends, middle dialogue, basic actions ...everything but the complete smut😂

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Noona, Unnie (4)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut  : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 2426

A/N: iight yall, Imma level with ya. My dumb ass thought I queued part 3 ½  to post after the most recent part of Jimin, CEO. OBVIOUSLY that wasn’t the case but by the time I realized it, it was late and I was lazy :P So here is part 3 ½ and 4 combined for a longer Chapter 4.

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                ~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~~

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!”

You screamed into Jimin’s left ear as Unnie did the same to the right ear.

A wide smile spread across his face but his eyes stayed closed. He rolled over with a laugh, an arm tucked seemingly uncomfortably under him and his other arm flung lazily around Unnie’s waist to pull her down next to him. Your smile faltered a bit but you laid on his back. He chuckled happily.

Despite the unbalanced dynamic IT’S JIMIN’S BIRTHDAY! And oh how how you loved birthdays! Your lovers’ especially.

Jealousy couldn’t ruin this. Birthdays brought out a happiness in you that you couldn’t explain.

“Ok come on.” You said after a moment. With swift tug, the covers were completely off of him. He chuckled and stood up, attempting to walk with Unnie but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room with excitement.

Nearly pushing him onto the couch, you posed in front of a huge, nicely decorated piece of paper.

He read the big words on the top aloud. “Birthday Schedule?” You nodded excitedly as Unnie came to sit on the arm of the couch, with a smile almost as bright as yours.

“She has been planning for months.” she whispered to him.

He nodded and smiled too.

“OK so first a set up breakfast at your favorite place. Then…”

They let you ramble excitedly until your were rushing them off to get changed. Scurrying to your room, you hoped this would be as exciting as you planned.

“I don’t think I can move.” Jimin complained.

He and Noona came into the dark apartment and he immediately fell back onto the couch. You were parking the car but you still had way more energy than you should. Mostly fueled by what you had to end the night.

She chuckled. “But you are content I assume?”

A smile spread across his face. “Definitely.”

The day had been packed with good food, friends, his parents meeting you for breakfast, and more gifts than he could count.

“Oh! Before you get too sleepy we have to post a thank you and a picture with all your gifts from fans.”

He let his arm slip off the couch in laziness. “We can do it tomorrow. Plus alot of stuff is still in the car. There’s no way Y/N can bring it all up herself.”

Before she could make a comment on how she doubts that, he had already reached out to bring her closer. She landed next to the couch with a huff. “I thought you were tired.”

“I have enough energy for a final present.” He said with closed lids and a grin.

She smacked her teeth and he opened his eyes enough to catch the small smile she was trying to repress.

Without another word he captured her lips in a languid kiss. She was hesitant but even tired, he was hard to pull away from.

Just as she melted in the kiss, you were struggling at the front door. You were able to the door open before his book fanart could slip through your arms. You sat everything down near the front door before locking it behind you.

It had been a long day but you still had one more thing to do. A call of his name died in your throat before you even opened your mouth. Seeing the two of them already so heated drained the rest of your energy. You weren’t sure why but all the birthday excitement was finally weighing on you. You just wanted to sleep.

With careful steps you made your way to your room, at this point getting more and more used to being in there.

Please

Please

The calm dream of sitting near a lake turned into your back laid in the grass with an undeniable heat growing in your stomach. One hand held onto the imaginary green as the other gripped someone’s hair between your legs.

Slowly, you were pulling from your dream, feeling the person more vividly.

Ahhh

Both hands now gripping the person’s hair as your eyes tried to open. You felt it clearly now. A smooth pair of lips placing kisses over your heat. Hands ran up and down your inner thighs telling you exactly who it was. Only one person caressed your thighs like that.

“Unnie.” you called hoarsely. You felt her smile against your inner thigh before laying a kiss there.

You shuddered at her gentle touches. A soft moan slipped past your lips. “Unnie.”

She glanced up at you, removing a hand from your thigh to run a finger up your folds. Her touch wasn’t foreign but it had been a minute since you last felt her touching you so intimately. Momentarily lost in thought, she slipped a finger past your entrance.

Your mouth opened in a breathless ‘O’.

“Has it been a minute, sweetie?” her voice low and seductive. “You’re tighter than I remember.”

She commented with a smile, slipping another finger in before curling them.

“Unnie-”

“Sweetie, how long has it been since Jimin or I touched you?”

You tried your best to keep your legs open. “T-Too long, Unnie.”

‘Hmm.” was all she replied before leaning down to place a kiss on your clit. “You know...” Another kiss. “I’m just...” Another kiss. “Next door.” she lightly bit this time. You gasped and your back arched, close to your climax.

“Or do you like it when Unnie comes to you?” emphasizing with another curl of her fingers as she pumped harder.

Your legs threatened to close as her head dipped back down to suck your clit as her hands continued.

A string of curses tied with her name erupted as you reached the edge.

She continued through your high, before she slowed and final pulled her hand away with one final kiss your folds. She sat up and moved to lay next to you. You thoughts were still fuzzy and her thighs were closed.

With a tired yet content sigh, you stretched. She propped herself up on her forearm to smile down at you. “Good morning.”

You grin. “Very good morning.”

Her beautiful smile grew wider. “Was this a good way to ask to spend my day off together?” You nod, bending over to pick up a pair of panties and nightgown from the floor. “Good because I haven’t seen you much lately. Especially since Jimin has been extra needy and sleeping in my room at lot more lately.” she hesitated before continuing. “You know...you are welcome as well.”

You gave a weak smile. Of course you knew you were welcome. Until recently, you mostly only came in your room for clothes. Or when they were being extra frisky and you needed sleep. The questioning look she bore into you made you bite the inside of your cheek. You focused your attention in the spot where your white paint met the very off white of your ceiling.

“Jagiya, I know something is wrong.” She gently placed her hand on your cheek to make you refocus on your gaze on her now worried one.

With a sigh, you moved her hand away as you sat up.

“Y-” “I’m going to go make some coffee.”

A sigh is all you hear as you leave the room.

The coffee doesn’t take long, though you were distracted while it was brewing. Someone shuffles into the kitchen as you fill your cup.

Without warning, a large shirted figure jumps onto the counter next to your cup, almost making you drop your creamer. “You shouldn’t drink so much coffee, agi.” Jimin laughed. A too-big black shirt covered his top half while only boxers covered the bottom.

It was your favorite look on him. It let you know he was relaxed. Plus the fabric was as easy to slip off as it was to slip on.

Disregarding his comment, you put away your still in tact bottle of creamer and make your way to the living room. You weren’t sure if she was still in your bedroom but you wanted to avoid anymore of the conversation she was trying to start.

Unfazed by your silence, he jumps onto the couch next to you.

What is up with his jumping today?

Out of habit he tries to grab your legs to place them on his lap but you jerk them away as soon as he grabs them. For a second, he eyes you looking for a reason. You expect him to question you but instead he quietly turns his attention to the TV.

It wasn’t long before you felt his hand on yours. You tense up as he begins to play with your fingers. Glancing over, you notice he is absentmindedly doing so.

Part of you wanted to pull your hand away but instead you relaxed in the back of the couch, lazily watching his hands play with yours.

“Y/N.” You meet his eyes and realize he is watching you. He flashes a sweet smile but you can’t find the sense to return it. Your body is frozen the same way it was the first time he ever smiled at you.

He leans his forehead to rest on yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Something in hearing those words come from him for the first time in so long sets a fire in you. One opposite of the jealous anger you had become acquainted with.

Your lips are against his in a second. You feel his smile against your lips.

All movements almost on autopilot as you slide to straddle him. His hands grab at your waist pulled you toward him as you grind down on his lap. His needy moan makes you smile as you open your mouth to allow him in. Your hands move quickly to his boxers. You didn’t bother palming him through the fabric, too deprived to wait to feel him in your hands again. Removing his cock from the thin boxers you begin stroking him as he moans deliciously into your mouth. You pull away, looking into his eyes as you lift to move the crotch of your panties out of the way. His half lidded eyes stared into yours as you lined his tip with your entrance. You sigh as you slid down on his cock.

His lips find the curve of your neck after removing your nightgown, every now and then moaning profanities as you steadily move your hips. You start slowly, relishing in the feeling and the attention. It didn’t last long until you needed more. Your hips moved faster, grinding down against him. His impatience was clear as he began thrusting upward to meet your movements. Occasionally, your clit brushing against his hips.

“Fuck.” you cursed. The feeling was indescribable but you were waiting for him to hit the spot he always found.

The sweat on your forehead mixes with his as you lean against his. You bite your lip as you watch his pleasured face. The only thing that could fuel you more would be your name falling from his lips.

You drop a hint as you release a rather dramatic moan of his name. When his mouth opens you smile wickedly but halt your movements as soon as he speaks.

“Noona.”

The neediness in his voice throws you for a half a second but it doesn’t mask the name he called. You scramble off of him, trying not to let the loss of contact openly affect you.

His confused eyes shoot open and turn to your heavy breathing figure. “What-” he begins to protest but stops at the tears already rimming your eyes.

“What’s my name Jimin?”

He pauses still looking confused and unsatisfied when his eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean-”

He attempts to reach for you but you push his hand away.

“Stop, you know I didn’t mean to call y-”

“Why do you do this?” You ask suddenly. “Why do you cast me aside? Do you not like citrus? Is that it? Am I not mature enough to acknowledge in any other way?”

“Citrus? What are y-?”

“You don’t even realize that this is the first time you have actually acknowledged me in so long.”

“Just because we don’t have sex everyday?”

“This isn’t about sex Jimin! Tell me, when was the last time you told me you loved me before a few minutes ago. Or slept in my bed?” You paused, not sure if you should even mention this. “Or even looked at me.”

“What’s going on?” Unnie comes frowning down the hallway in an oversized night shirt and shorts. Immediately he is drawn to her. His eyes glance over her form almost hungrily. His glory is covered with a pillow but you can tell he is trying not to stay hard.

In a whisper, you let it slip. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

“‘This’ what?” she questions. “We’ve all had sex on the couch.”

“No!” You shout. “THIS!” You point crazily between the three of us.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean that.”

You nod. “This was a stupid idea. How could I even think two perfect people like you could incorporate me into your lives?”

“Don’t say that.” She says, her heart breaking more with every frantic word from your mouth.

You don’t respond as you pick up your nightgown

“Y/N, I love you!” she says desperately.

“I know. I love you too.” You fix your panties, ignoring the sensitivity of being unsatisfied. “But not as much as you love each other and definitely not as much as he loves you.”

“Y/N this is insane. You know how I feel.” You frown at his words.

“I’m saying I love you and trying to find some reason to stay in this weird triangle and you still can’t say you love me.” You look right at him.

“Please don’t do this.” she pleads, grabbing your hand. You can’t bare to see her cry but your mind is fried and can’t think straight past what you’ve have already decided.

You remove her hand from yours before grabbing your backpack by the door after sliding on your coat and shoes. You silently hope your wallet and phone are still in it so you can stay away for a while.

Ten minutes of odd stares at the crying freak and walking uncomfortably, you knock on someone’s door.  

When it opens you stare at Hoseok through tear blurred eyes. “Don’t say I told you so.”

Without hesitation he welcomes you into his apartment and into his arms.

“I wouldn’t dare.”