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i may not have many friends, but i love each and every one of you so so much. you guys have always motived me to keep writing and to keep being here on tumblr. without a doubt, i wouldn't have gotten this far without any of you. So thank you ♡

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

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Tears Ricochet Pt 3

Tagged: @jennyggggrrr

A/N: let me know if anyone wants to be tagged! Enjoy my angsty sad trash 😊

Everyone around Liv changed, from the person they used to be to who they were now. In those five years she spent comatose, they were growing and finding themselves.

Now, it was her turn.

“What excited you before the accident?” Dr Styles asks her one day, it seemed like an odd question for a doctor to ask his patient. “What did you enjoy?”

Her brows knit together as she thinks, “I loved photography.” She majored in Art History in uni, and from what she could remember she was a photographer for a magazine. She could remember tagging along on a few tours with the boys, taking candid photographs. That seemed like another lifetime ago, and in truth it was. Her face lights up, “It used to be my job.”

“You should get back to it.”

“Yeah?” She hangs on his words, but then she remembers how she approached everyone. “You should tell that to my friends.”

“I can’t keep depending on y’all for a free handout.”

Freddie rolls his eyes, “Nonsense! Don’t be dramatic! Besides, I can’t legally adopt you. I checked.”

Liv looks at him, “Are you joking?”

Freddie deadpans, “No.”

“I’m almost 30 years old.”

“And your point?” Freddie says with a mischievous grin.

“You aren’t finished with PT and your hospital appointments.” Chrissie says she looks like a frazzled mother. “Bloody hell! You’ve been up for a few months!”

Promoting Brian to follow with a logical explanation, “You can’t work, no company would be flexible enough to allow you to juggle the amount of appointments you have.”

John looks more sympathetic, “You need to have something that’s not handed to you?”

“Yeah, Deaks.”

“Well we can work that out, can’t we?” Veronica says with a small smile, always the chipper one. Always positive, glass half full type.

Of course, what was worked out was Freddie giving you an allowance for running errands. You really were their child.

“I’ll speak with them. I think it could help you readjust to life. It will also give you a sense of the normality you used to have.”

“You think I could?” It’s a veiled question. It’s loaded with the unsaid thought, you think I could be normal?

“I think you have all the tools to be successful, I think you also have the personality to put this behind you.”

“I wish my friends felt the same way.” She sighs, she was growing tired of their incessant worrying. “They treat me like their child. You know they proposed I stay a week with each of them?” She huffs, “Fred, Deaks, Ronnie, Chris, and Bri devised a plan to share custody of me. Me! An adult! I even heard Freddie enquiring to Miami, the band’s lawyer, if he could adopt me! It started as a joke between us, but he seriously wanted to know!”

He chuckles, before he turns to her. She’s clearly upset, but she needs to understand that they only do so much because they care. “They love you.” He wanted to finish the sentence with and it’s easy to see why, but that would be unprofessional and unethical. “They are being careful, as they should be. Your mind is healing, and so is your body. What you went through was mentally and physically traumatic. Not only that, everything you thought you knew vanished, when you woke up. You can’t blame them for handling you like they have.”

“You think Liv needs a job?” Chrissie looks at the man like she has two heads. She and Brian are sitting on the two chairs flanking Liv, looking like worried parents as Dr Styles briefs them.

“I think she needs independence.” Dr Styles says with a pointed look. “And a job can be that form of independence Olivia needs to feel like she isn’t a burden.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, from what I’ve read assimilating to normalcy to early can cause regression-”

“With all due respect, Mr May, I am the neurologist here. We all want Olivia to be happy and healthy, correct?” Brian and Chrissie nod their heads, “As I thought, then don’t drag her into a depressed state under the guise of helping her. Because that’s what is happening here.”

“What do you even want to do?” Brian looks at her, and she feels like a child getting in trouble. “Have you even thought about that? What if you want to go back to school? Which you could do-”

She interrupts him, “What I used to do, Brian.”

“I’ve already contacted the magazine Olivia worked for, they are more than happy to welcome her back. They are more than willing to accommodate her appointments.” Dr Styles looks at her, and she mouths a thank you to him.

“Well, Brian and I can’t fight that.” Chrissie says with a small smile on her lips, as she watches the way Dr Styles looks at Liv.

The conversation with Freddie, Mary, Ronnie, and Deaky about her new found employment went down fairly well. They accepted it, and for the first time she felt like she was going in the right direction. Maybe they noticed the change in her, when she came home from that first day. A new camera hanging off her neck and a megawatt grin plastered on her face. And how she went from feeling like she was so far behind them, she was no longer paused. She was finally trekking down the intended path, instead of being motionless in the void.

“Surprised you don’t have that old camera around your neck.” Marcus’s fingers grazed over the shiny black metal casing her new camera. She remembered him when he came back from assignment, it felt nice to see a familiar face in the office that wasn’t her boss. And the time apart, did nothing to hinder their working relationship. They picked up where they left off.

“You were attached to that bloody thing, like it was an extension of you.” All it took was one sentence to bring back the memories of that camera, and who bought it for her.

“Open mine!” Roger says with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes, he had been on pins and needles for months about her Christmas present.

She tears open the poorly wrapped paper, Roger was many things- a master gift wrapper was not one of them. She’s greeted with that camera she’d been looking at in the shop window for the better part of six months. She’s practically flying across the space between them to hug him. “This is amazing! Thank you! Thank you!”

“That was ONE year worth of Reaction gigs.” He says, quite impressed with himself.

“Now I can immortalize you in film!” She says happily as she snaps a picture of him. Blonde hair sticking out everywhere in his mismatched pjs, a beautiful sight on Christmas morning.

“Happy Christmas, Livie.”

“I don’t even know where it is, don’t even know where to start.” Her mind comes out of the memory of a time long gone.

“Start with that mansion you used to live in.” Marcus says, “I’d start there.”

She wondered if Roger threw out that camera, like she assumed he had done with her clothes. Because the moment she stepped over the threshold of Garden Lodge, her room was lifeless slate; devoid of personality. Because of this, she assumed Roger threw out all of her belongings or simply gave them away. It took one look at her for Freddie to decide that she needed a new wardrobe. And she was never one to turn down a chance to go shopping, it reminded her of the old times, when Fred and Rog had their Kensington stall. She knew something was off when Deaky told her he had possession of her dad’s records. She knew there was something more to that, something Deaky wouldn’t tell her. And she let that be, because what’s the point of dragging up something Deaky clearly didn’t want her not to know.

She wondered if Roger erased every trace of her from the Surrey house.

“Really?” Liv looks at him, they were going to go from a two bedroom flat to buckingham palace? “I didn’t know the Queen was selling one of her properties.”

“Oh come on, Livie! It’s bloody brilliant!” His blue eyes dance with the possibilities of the future they could have here. He’s dragging her around every room, his voice echoing of the emptiness. He’s already pointing out what would go where.

“And the kids have their own rooms.”

That caught her off guard, “Kids?”

“Well, yeah!” He opens up the door to one of the superfluous bedrooms in the ten bedroom home. Sunlight pours in from the windows. “Imagine your hair, my eyes, my talent our kids will rule the world.”

“I guess I don’t have talent?” She punches him in the shoulder.

“In other areas.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

She rolls her eyes, pretending she didn’t hear him.

“Well what do you think?”

“It’s very practical.” She says with a shit eating grin. “Save us loads on heating. And a garage for every one of your lovies.”

“You’ll always be my number one.” He pokes her cheek, and bops her nose.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it in your pants.” She pushes him off.

“What do ya say?”

“I’ve always wanted to live like the Addams Family, I suppose.”

“We are very creepy and kooky.”

“This it?” The gruff voice startled her back into reality. She could go anywhere she wanted, and yet she couldn’t go home.

“Yeah.” She says handing the man his money. She exits the car, she can hear the gravel crunching as her legs carry her to the front door. It was an alien feeling, ringing the doorbell to what was once your house.

The door opens after what seems like years, and she’s facing Roger. “Livie.” He slips back into his old nickname for her so easily. He looks like he wants to pull her across the doorway and into a hug, like he used when he came back from touring.

But he doesn’t.

“Can I?” Her teeth are chattering from the cold.

“ ‘m must be freezing!” He says as he steps to the side letting her walk into the foyer. “Come on, let’s get some tea in you, yeah?” He takes her coat, and hangs it on the bare rack. She wonders if they get any visitors? Have the sounds of the wild parties been replaced with the sounds of baby toys and children shows?

He leads her to the kitchen, she notices the cabinets are no longer light, but now dark. The whole of the kitchen is completely re-done, it’s no longer light and airy, but dark and chic. The whistle of the kettle startles her from looking at the kitchen, and him from looking at her. “Here.” He lays out two mugs, “And of course the most sugar for you.” His eyes twinkle as he overloads her tea with sugar.

“Surprised you remember.” She blows on the teacup, relishing the warmness pooling in her hands.

“Kinda hard to forget, you like sugar with a splash of earl grey.” He gives her a cocky grin, before he motions her to follow him to the living room.

She walks down the hallway and into the living room, none of the pieces of furniture she bought for the house stayed intact. All of it was replaced with new pieces, emulating the French countryside in an English country home. Ironic. She smiled when she saw the maroon colored antique couch she bought at a Kensington market so long ago.

She settles down on the couch, “You kept it.”

He sits across from her on some chairs, she remembered Roger picked out. “ ‘Course I kept.” She wants to ask if this was the only thing he kept of hers? Since, he threw everything else out.

The silence around them is deafening, so many emotions and unsaid feelings hanging between them.

“So, I’ve been working at the magazine.” She looks around her, seeing the frames that used to house pictures of her and Roger have been replaced with Roger’s new life. She swallows the bitter bile that raises up in her throat.

He smiles at that, remembering how much she loved her job.“Fred told me, I’m proud of you. You always enjoyed what you did.”

“Marcus mentioned my old camera and I thought it might be here.” She cuts right to the chase, she didn’t want to be in this house longer than she absolutely had to. “Do you have it?”

He runs his hands through his hair, “ ‘M sorry Livie, but-”

“But, what?”

“I dropped it.”

She let out a breath, she didn’t even know she was holding in. “What do you mean you dropped it? That camera cost you one year of reaction gigs? How can you drop something that was in a case, anyway?”

He looks at her with those damn puppy dog eyes, she knows that look. It’s the look he used to give her when he wanted forgiveness. “I had taken it out of the case, see if you had film in it. Dom wanted to look at it and it happened so fast.”

“You lied.”

“What?”

“You said you broke it, but you didn’t.”

Roger tries to reason with her, “It was an accident.” But she will have none of it. She knows he isn’t telling her the truth. It was so very like Roger to skirt around it, telling bits of it to make his conscious lighter.

“Just like it was an accident, that John ended up with my dad’s old records?”

He was taken aback by that, she can practically see the guilt radiate off of him. “I was in a bad place. I wasn’t myself.” He bites his lip, “For the first two years, I listened to those records before every show. My way of keeping you with me.” He looked at her, a little smile playing on his lips, “Bloody hell it hurt. It was like I was flayed open, and every nerve ending going off. And I just had too...” He can’t look at her for the next part, “A roadie told me that if I wanted to forget, he had something. And for the first night, I could look at a woman and not see your face. And it felt good... so good not to be flayed open for a few hours.”

Her eyes began to water, so she bites her lower lip to keep the tears from pouring down. And for the first time, it’s Roger that is broken. But like all things concerning him, whatever he is feeling she takes on. “So, I threw them out. I threw them out thinking. I packed everything I had of you up. I figured if I buried myself in coke and groupies, I wouldn’t feel so raw and open.”

She stands up, she can’t believe him. “Did I really mean that little to you?” She asks, voice cracking.

“You meant everything to me. How could you ever doubt that?” He’s holding her face in his hands, and she can feel every one of his calluses on her cheeks. He has more than she remembered, another sign of time slipping away.

“Meant as in past tense.” She takes his hands off of her cheeks, “Something that’s over, that’s done now.... like us.” She steps away from him, “You put me in something that meant to you, when you trashed my dad’s records. And I didn’t mean everything, when packed my whole life into boxes. Just like all the other things you don’t want to want remember, you filed me along with everything else that meant something to you.”

“No, please don’t think that… please.” She’s opening already headed to the foyer, determined to get the hell out of this house. But, Roger won’t let her go. It’s ironic, that he was so eager to once. And now he can’t. “I was high and just dead inside, I went back for them. I’d always go back. And John had them, because he knew. He knew, I’d always find my way back to you.”

She whips around, looking at him. He looks like the scared little boy, she used to know. “But you didn’t, you didn’t come back this time.”

“I wanted too, bloody hell I wanted too.” She wonders if he is going to start crying. His blue eyes are glassy. “The worst thing I ever did was what I did to you. And I’ve done some shitty things. Telling you about my life now, watching you try to understand and accept that I gave up on you. I couldn’t hold onto you, without killing myself.” He tries to hold onto her hand, but she pulls it away. He flinches at her reaction to him. “‘M so sorry that for the first time in a lifetime, I can't come back to you.”

Her voice is breaking, “Would you? If you could, would you?” An unanswered question hanging in the air. Would you trade what you have now, for what you had?

“I- I don’t know if I could. It’s like half of me is screaming to keep you, whatever the cost. But, the other half of me can’t do that. But then I think of not having you in my life as anything, not even my best friend. And I’m angry at myself, at the world- at how cruel time can be.” There it was the truth laid bare.

“When you feel that way you should look what time and the world have brought you.” She tries to smile, but she doesn’t have the energy. “As much as I want you to say you’d change it, that you’d come back to me…. I don’t think you would.” She bites her lip, a nervous habit. “Not now, not after knowing what it’s like to have a family of your own. Having what you always wanted, what you craved but never had.” She opens up the door, “Goodbye, Rog.”

Between appointments with Dr Styles, and work she kept busy. She kept herself away from Roger, it was easier that way. It was easier than pretending she wasn’t dying inside, every time she saw him and Felix. It was better that way. She was better that way.

“She’s sick? Again?” She can hear Roger’s voice waft up the grand staircase of Garden Lodge. “I brought Felix to see her.” He sounds defeated, because he pulled out the big guns this time.

“Liv seems to always be feign illness, when you pop by Roger darling.”

“What the fuck happened between you two?” Leave it John to be the one who would cue to the chase. “One minute she’s playing on the floor with your kid, next minute she doesn’t want to see you.”

“She showed up the other day at the Surrey House.”

Freddie made a gasp that could belong in a soap opera. “Oh my the scandal! Liv showing up announced! None of your gentlemen callers will want you now, that you have been left sullied by an unchaperoned visit!”

“Shut it, Fred.” Roger’s voice is low.

“Some guy at work told her about her camera. She wanted it and I had to tell her Dom broke it. It somehow all went up in flames after that.”

“You have a tendency of doing that.” Brian quips with a snort.

“What exactly did you do, Rog?” Freddie asks

“Isn’t it obvious?” Deaky scoffs. “He told her the truth, the whole truth. Didn’t you, Rog? He had to tell her about the drugs, the women, and how he basically had a massive purge of her from his life.”

“Deaky, darling, don’t be rude.”

“I’m being honest.”

“So was I.” Roger says flatly. “And it cost me everything.”

“Your short term and long term memory seem to be functioning at a normal rate.” Dr Styles says, as he jots down notes on his chart.

“That’s good, right?”

“It’s excellent, Olivia.” He’s the only one to call her by her full name. It makes her feel like someone else. “So much so, I’m signing your release forms.”

This shocked her, she hadn’t expected to be released only nine months after waking up. She thought she would be in and out of hospital for years.

“Really?”

“Consider yourself officially discharged from my care.” He says as he hands her the paperwork. “Of course, you will have your routine checkups with your primary, but no more weekly visits.”

“I’ll miss those visits. For a time, it was the only stability I had.” She hops off the exam table, “Alright, I guess this is goodbye, Dr Styles.” She extends her hand for him to shake.

He didn’t want to say goodbye. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you aren’t my patient anymore, that means anything is possible.”

Her brow raises, “Anything?”

“Like is having dinner tomorrow night at seven?” He says hopeful, and praying to whatever god above he didn’t just ruin this. Because he was smooth with the nurses here, he’d even go as far to say he was popular. But, bloody hell she made him nervous.

She laughs, “I’d like that.”

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Cold Phoenix | 1

Title: Cold Phoenix

Pairing: FBI BTS x Gang/mafia member (named) reader

Genre: Mission au, FBI au, Gang au

Warnings: Angst, manipulation, riddles (sorry), betrayal

Summary: Being born as the Taboo child between the good and the bad of this world, Zebah grew up believing she was just another one of the stolen. But just like the moon that needs the sun to shine, seven FBI agents enter her life with the promise of freedom. Before long Zebah realizes she is just another pawn in the game of Mafia vs. FBI. Will Zebah ever learn to trust the seven men that betrayed her to get what they wanted? Will she ever believe the truth behind her own birth? Or will Zebah fall alongside her family that lied to her from the start?

A/N: This story is told in the third person. Try to guess who the narrator is! Also this is my first time writing in this style. Please do tell me what you think. Should I keep to it or not?? The bold words are flashbacks of past scenes. The normal words are what the narrator tells.

@kookmin9795land​ Hope you like it 

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“It’s done. Mommy made the big bad mistake go away. Now, remember what mommy said. You made this mistake…” The woman with grey hair points to the new-born baby in her son's arms “and whatever mommy had to do in there is your fault. If she ever finds out about her true identity, mommy will have to ‘fix’ that to” The woman concluded as she exited the hallway, ordering some of the bystanders to clean up the mess. She was the wife of one of the most feared mafia bosses out there. Ruthless and heartless, even towards her own son's breaking heart. No amount of tears could break her, even if she silently felt joy seeing and holding her first grandchild.

“Don’t worry angel, even if you might never know the truth… Daddy will always love you and protect you from afar” He whispered close to his newly born daughters’ ears. Regret and sadness the only available emotions as he watches the others remove the love of his life’s lifeless body. A silent sacrifice to save her life. A sacrifice she would only come to hear about when it’s far too late. His mother has removed the sun in his dark life, fortunately, he had his daughter to fill the void, even if she, like the moon, would only reflect her mother's brightness.  

Growing up in the mafia Zebah always thought she was one of the stolen. You see there were just too little children born into the mafia to maintain sufficient numbers, so some of the mafia leaders decided to steal what they needed. Reinforcements. At first, they stole teens, they were young and could learn fast, but they also had grown to the extent where they wouldn’t forget their past lives. They would rebel against the mafia, causing more problems than fixing them.

Soon the age decreased, toddlers were kept under lock and key and even baby cribs had alarms on them. People started living with the fear that their child would be next. Once Phoenix took them, they would never be seen again. The only time they would be found, is when they have already reached skeletonization.

Once the children were old enough to talk and walk properly, their training began. From handling knives to shooting with their eyes closed. They were trained to become the best of the best. The best at hiding, the best at stealing, the best at killing. Even though they knew children would sometimes make mistakes, they treated it as a game of baseball. Strike one was a warning, strike two a punishment, and strike three meant you were out. Out of the mafia and out of society. How they killed off these recruits depended on the day, but luckily Zebah never got to experience such an event. She barely had one strike to your name.

It’s been sixteen years since her training started and twenty-one years since she started breathing. Zebah was ruthless and feared amongst the mafia members. Even some of the rival mafias kept their distance from her. She was still young, but since her skills surpass most of her seniors, Zebah quickly became a favorite. Even her best friends and partners in crime envied her position. Alex and Ray barely left her side. Even with her skills, they knew Zebah was still just a young girl stuck in the mafia world. Physically feared but mentally broken. All of them were, their upbringing wasn’t exactly normal.

Most of the mission they were sent on went without fault, but they were still learning. This fact alone was why the big boss never sends them on ‘more important’ missions. The risk was just too high, the FBI and even some rival mafias would take any chance they got to take down Pheonix, even if they would have to deal with Z. Luckily they always failed, and as cocky as that sounds that may be exactly what lead to their success in the end. One thing nobody realized in the beginning was just how fragile the minds of the young ones are. Phoenix simply focussed on the hardcore stuff. They barely trained their minds to withstand temptation. This was one of the biggest mistakes Phoenix could ever have made.

So why this is important you ask? Well, you see every story has a start and the very birth of the taboo child leads to the downfall of Pheonix. She might have been born and raised in the mafia, but her heart was pure and believe me when I tell you she wanted out. None of her friends shared her desire and Zebah learned that the hard way. Now I won’t bore you with the boring stuff, so I’ll cut to the very boys who granted her, her freedom. I have to warn you though, this story doesn’t have the usual ‘enemies to lover’ enigma. This story includes heartbreak and betrayal with a dash of blood for taste.

You won’t believe me when I tell you that it was seven FBI agents. You heard me right, seven FBI boys. These seven were compiled of three hackers and four specialists. Now I know in the FBI all of the agents get trained in how to handle a gun and how to investigate and all that nitty-gritty shit. But here’s what sets these seven men apart. Their leader is a genius. Not in the sense of he can solve a crime within 5 seconds, no he’s extremely smart in the strategic sense. I think he mentioned once he had a degree in philosophy or something like that. The oldest hacker came from a criminal background. Both his parents were cyber thieves and they taught him everything he knows. One of the specialists was a chemist, the other two are experts in human behavior. The other two hackers just did it as a side job to get through college.

So in short, these individuals make up one heck of a team. Maybe that’s why their superiors gave them the mission to take Pheonix down. But the funny part of this whole story is that they never made a move. It was like they were the mafias and were waiting for their target to slip into their trap. At the time Pheonix didn’t even know they had a new target on their backs. Typical if you consider what idiot the leader was.

“Boss. We worked through the entire list of known mafia members and identified 3 candidates we can consider as possible insiders. All male, all young and naïve” Hoseok said as Namjoon walked into the office. This was not great news. Naïve-ness leads to failed missions and that’s one thing they could not afford. They had an image to maintain after all.

“You know that’s not a good start at all, right? We need insurance. Someone willing to take down the only family they know.” Yoongi casually stated as he cleaned his weapons. None of the profiles were stable enough to use. They all held the risk of failure. Some of them the members were too high up and other members were to low down to trust. It was nearly impossible for them to find an in.

“Maybe we’ll find something tonight. There’s a small gathering down at the docks and if my sources are correct, there will be a deal going down.” Seokjin said gaze still firmly attached to his screen.

“And how do we know your sources can be trusted Jin? People lie all the time to get what they want” Namjoon asked somewhat frustrated that his team’s not getting anywhere. It’s been a whole week since the big man told them to take Pheonix down and the man wants answers. Nothing made Namjoon more pissed off than someone nagging him for progress, especially in a high-profile case like this. Taking down Phoenix would be considered one of the most impossible tasks to ever cross an agent's desk. Many have tried in the past, and all have failed.

“Seriously Joon? I’m a hacker for goodness sake. I saw the text messages with my own eyes. Before you say anything I know it’s illegal that’s why I had Kookie send in an anonymous message leaving the tip for us to follow” Seokjin said as he finally made eye contact with a ‘shocked but not surprised’ Namjoon. He has done this before, once a criminal always a criminal. Seokjin, like the others, lived for the thrill.

If there is one thing you should know about this group of seven it’s this, they play by their own rules. I still believe that if it weren’t for their leader to keep them in check or his ability to legalize their actions, they would have been very cunning criminals.

Part 2

A/N: I know its short but there’s a reason...A good one. Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist! thank you for reading <3 

[svt-writers-club]

Ask games #5: 10 and 39 for Jicheol in Emotional Hurt/Comfort trope please and thank you 😊

the sudden influx of jicheol asks is making me think that my birthday came early and i’m living for this. hope you don’t mind that i slipped in a little iron man au here, because it’s been a while since i talked about those kooky bois and emotional hurt/comfort fits them so well

also hi! i know it’s been like a year since i wrote anything, but i’ve been going through some stuff. i’m better now, though! and i’ll be working on some stuff so hopefully i can add more to this blog!

#10. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”#39. “I never say it. But… I do appreciate it.”

Jihoon is dying.

He’s dying and he’s… he’s okay with that.

Well, not really okay. There’s no feasible way for a man to be completely content with death. But he’s… he’s adjusted. He’s known for two months now, so he’s been getting his affairs in order.

He’s trying to, at least.

He has a multi-billion dollar company to give to an heir, weapons that he can’t afford to leave lying around lest the government makes use of it and all his babies. His binary babies, like WooJI and Dokyeom. He can’t just give them away to anyone.

“Sir?” WooJI demurs. “Your heart rate is spiking again.”

Jihoon lets his head loll off the arm of his sofa. His workshop is a mess, half-complete inventions littering the vast work top. He can’t bring himself to finish anything, thoughts scattered between his impending demise and the lethargy the palladium poisoning brings.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon sighs. He shields his eyes with his forearm in a weak attempt to alleviate his killer headache. Between stressing over Wonwoo’s new armour and his babies, he’s at his wit’s end. For once, his brain is failing him.

High-pitched beeping has Jihoon shifting, squinting up at the camera he’d placed on Dokyeom’s head almost a decade ago. In its claw, there’s a dark green smoothie. It doesn’t even look like there’s oil in it this time.

“Did you make that yourself, buddy?” Jihoon murmurs. Dokyeom beeps an affirmative, attempting to press the smoothie into Jihoon’s hand again.

One of these days, Jihoon will have to tell Seokmin he named his dumbest and oldest bot after his high school nickname. One day. (Maybe he’ll do it in the goodbye videos he’s planning to make. His oldest friends deserve that much, he thinks.)

Dokyeom beeps insistently again. Jihoon takes the glass and, under the bot’s watchful camera, takes a sip. It’s disgusting, but in the way all health drinks are disgusting.

Jihoon forces a smile. “It’s good, dude. You did really well.”

Dokyeom does a happy little spin, even managing to show off the new treads WooJI had ordered for him. They fit him well. Jihoon makes sure to tell Dokyeon that he looks very handsome. (He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance.)

“Sir?”

WooJI’s voice is lower, like he’s worried about Jihoon. He snorts. Only he would be able to program worry into an AI.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon reflexively says, as his chest twinges.

He stumbles over to the floor length mirror he had installed recently. He let Seungcheol believe it was for purely narcissistic reasons, but it’s actually so he can monitor the darkening veins creeping out from the arc reactor in his chest.

It looks worse. Darker, and more sinister. Like death himself has injected poison into Jihoon’s veins to claim him.

WooJI lets out a warning chime. “Seungcheol-ssi is heading into the basement.”

Jihoon lets out a heavy sigh that sticks in his throat, dropping the hem of his shirt.

God. Seungcheol.

What’s he going to do with him? His highly competent assistant, who’s been with him through work binges, playing around, Afghanistan and betrayals. The only man who makes his blood pressure rise that has nothing to do with anger or exasperation. Jihoon has been so careful to keep his messy life away from Seungcheol, but it’s all rushing together and he can’t keep up. For once in his life, he’s lagging behind, exactly when he doesn’t want it to.

The door slides open, Seungcheol’s feet exaggeratedly loud as he stomps to Jihoon’s work desk and slams a newspaper down onto the surface.

“What’s this?” Jihoon asks, trying to force some levity as he picks the newspaper up between two fingers. “This is a relic. People still read newspapers?”

Seungcheol jabs at the front page headline. “Only as long as people keep writing news!”

Iron Man Back To His Old Ways?

There’s a truly unflattering picture of Jihoon, fully clothed, floating on his back in a pool. Jihoon doesn’t quite remember when that was (these days, he tries his hardest to get drunk and stay drunk, in between trying medications), but Wonwoo can be seen on the edge of the pool, yelling at him. He thinks it might have been at the last weapons conference he’d attended. Jihoon tilts the newspaper; wow, the photographer really managed to highlight that one vein that pops out when Wonwoo is pissed.

“Keep a scan of this,” Jihoon says distractedly. “I want to email it to Wonwoo.”

“Right away, sir.”

“No,” Seungcheol says vehemently, snatching the paper out of Jihoon’s hands. “This is serious! You told me when you got the suit that you were going to change.”

“I did. I am changed.” Jihoon bites his tongue. He can’t tell Seungcheol about the palladium poisoning. It would do nothing but make him sad.

Seungcheol’s gaze makes him feel three inches tall. The vitriol in his voice is barely disguised as he enunciates, “Clearly.”

“Seungcheol-ssi.”

The scowl on Seungcheol’s face has no business being as gorgeous as it is now. Jihoon finds himself memorising the angle of Seungcheol’s lips, the exact curve of his frown and the colour of his lips.

Seungcheol takes a deep breath. “Yes, Jihoon-ssi?”

He clasps his hands politely, back straight. The perfect picture of professionalism. Jihoon could never match that, so he settles for running his fingers through his hair so it’s not that big of a mess.

Jihoon pulls out a folder from one of his drawers, the one that has been burning a hole in his mind since the first time he asked WooJI to get them printed. He had to do it old school – with papers, instead of electronically. Old-fashioned, but undeniably legitimate.

“If you could do me a favour and sign these,” Jihoon says casually.

He’d been hoping Seungcheol would just sign the papers, too annoyed with Jihoon about the PR disaster that he knowingly caused.

He should know better than to underestimate Seungcheol’s intelligence. He’s more than just a pretty face, after all.

Seungcheol makes a strange expression. “This is an employment contract,” he says slowly.

“Yeah. You know, bureaucratic bullshit.”

“This is an employment contract for being CEO of Lee Group.” Seungcheol pauses deliberately. “That’s your company.”

“It was my father’s company,” Jihoon snaps, before he can stop himself.

Seungcheol blinks, rearing back like a wounded animal. He slowly places the folder back on the table. “I can’t accept that. I’m not qualified.”

“You’ve handled my accounts from the moment I hired you as my personal assistant, and you’re basically running the company already.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows draw an angry V on his forehead. “So you’re, what, shunting all the boring stuff to me so you can – can fuck around and go back to your old ways?”

“No.” Jihoon takes a deep breath. “It’s because you’re competent and I’m not. I can’t run a company. I’m an engineer, not a business man. Do you understand?”

Seungcheol continues looking at him blankly.

“What is is this time?” Jihoon sighs.

“Nothing,” Seungcheol says. He’s still frowning. “You’ve… never really looked at me that way now, did you?”

“Like what?”

“Like… like you need me.”

Jihoon chokes on Dokyeom’s healthy shake. He coughs and coughs, even when his airway is clear and he can breathe just fine. He coughs because it’s so true, that he needs Seungcheol the way he needs to tinker in his workshop or the way he needs to breathe and it’s okay, he swears the tears are from nearly choking to death, nothing else –

“You’re a mess,” Seungcheol says helplessly, after Jihoon calms down and he can find the composure to dry the tears from his eyes. The warmth of his hands leave momentarily, but a cup of cold water is pressed to his hands.

Seungcheol’s touch is nice, especially where he’s running the back of Jihoon’s neck while he drinks his water.

“What would you do without me?” Seungcheol says, a hint of fondness in his voice.

Jihoon clings to it, remembers the exact timbre, the exact note. He wants to play it again and again, until it’s ingrained in the grooves of his brain even when he’s long gone.

“I would be infinitely worse off,” Jihoon says with a forced grin.

Seungcheol reaches for the folder, tapping it against the table top. “I’m shredding this.”

“No!” Jihoon clasps his hand over Seungcheol’s, squeezing lightly. “Just – sleep on it. Maybe it won’t look so bad in the morning. The benefits are killer.”

Seungcheol looks down at their joined hands. Then, he sighs. “Fine. I’ll sleep on it.” He bites his lip. “You get some sleep too. You’re looking more and more like a panda lately.”

Jihoon can’t sleep. He’ll sleep when he’s dead. He doesn’t have that many waking hours left. But the worried look in Seungcheol’s eyes has him saying, “Yeah, I’ll sleep.”

“Good.”

Seungcheol takes the folder and the newspaper, stopping to pet Dokyeom on the camera. The bot beeps happily, circling around Seungcheol quickly. Maybe Seungcheol and Wonwoo can have joint custody. Jihoon makes a mental note to update his will.

“Hey,” Jihoon calls out, right before Seungcheol crosses the threshold outside of his workshop.

Seungcheol pauses, looking over his shoulder with a questioning look.

“I never say it,” Jihoon says, “but… I do appreciate it.”

Seungcheol’s smile is as confused as it is beautiful. Jihoon wishes he was an artist, so he could paint Seungcheol the way he looks now.

“Appreciate what?”

“Everything.” Jihoon clears his throat, turning to his holo screens. “That you do for me, I mean.”

He can’t bring himself to look at Seungcheol. It feels too raw – like something he never should have said. But it’s out there now, so he can’t take it back. Because it’s true.

It’s true that Jihoon appreciates him and he wants to tell him, but there are so many words that he can’t put them together. So he’ll give him his company and set him up for life, because Seungcheol is competent and beautiful and he’ll be just fine without Jihoon.

“Thank you,” Seungcheol says softly. “And… I appreciate too.” Before Jihoon can fool himself, Seungcheol continues, “You’re a great boss, Jihoon-ssi.”

Jihoon smiles – a fake, plastic smile he reserves for cameras. “And you’ll be a wonderful CEO, Seungcheol-ssi.”

Jihoon sits in silence for a while, staring at Wonwoo’s suit schematics blankly. He feels regret. He feels empty. There’s so much that needs to be done before his time is up.

“WooJI?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Start recording me. End of The World Protocol.”

“As you wish, sir. Who would you like to start with?”

Jihoon thinks – really thinks. He reaches out for the trophy Seungcheol had stubbornly left for him, the day after he’d called the arc reactor that got him out of Afghanistan obsolete.

“Choi Seungcheol.”

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!

[suckerforv]

Your Protectors (Hybrid!BTS x Female Reader)

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF VULGAR LANGUAGE AND TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

You walked through the door, smiling as your bunny hybrid, Jungkook, bounded up excitedly to meet you. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, his bunny ears bouncing as he flew into your arms. “I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, making you giggle. “Don’t stay away for too long next time.”

   “Kookie, I wanna hug her too, don’t hog her all to yourself,” your other fox hybrid, Taehyung, whined, his plush lips forming a pout and his ears drooping sadly. You laughed and held your arms out to him. He burrowed his nose into your neck, scenting you. You were used to it; you often had to stay for long times at your school where you taught. You would come home after being around other men and boys, “smelling like trash,” as Tae called it. After adopting both Taehyung and Jungkook, you decided to adopt five others: Namjoon, a wolf hybrid, Jin, an alpaca hybrid, Jimin, a cute calico cat hybrid, Hoseok, a golden retriever hybrid, and a panther hybrid, Yoongi. It was challenging sometimes, dealing with all of their different personalities, but you loved them all so much. Namjoon was quiet and intelligent, yet extremely clumsy. You had no idea how many items he broke in the house, yet you loved his quiet and comforting character. He was studying at a college especially for hybrids and was pursuing business and English Literature Arts. Jin loved to help you cook and clean, because everyone knew you weren’t the best cook in the house. You would often come home, tired and exhausted from a long day at work, and Jin would have tea and a fluffy blanket ready for you on the couch. He was really a sweetie. Jimin was very intimate, and he loved to cuddle with you while watching Finding Nemo on the TV. He loved singing and dancing, which he did a lot while you were away. He required a lot of attention and care. Hoseok was the ball of sunshine, always finding ways to cheer you up if you were feeling down or sad. He loved to play catch and dance, and you encouraged him to pursue his dreams. He was currently at the same school Namjoon was at, and he was studying dance. Taehyung was very like Namjoon, but goofier and sillier at times. He loved chasing squirrels and playing with his toys. Jungkook was best friends with both Tae and Jimin, and they all loved playing with each other. When you first adopted Jungkook, he was very shy and used to not talk most of the time. Once you adopted Taehyung and Jimin, he began opening up and you would often hear him laughing and talking with Tae and Jimin. Eventually, he began warming up to you, and you were on speaking terms with him now. A word that could describe Yoongi was sleepy. Of course, Yoongi loved to sleep and eat. He loved to sleep, spooned by you. He seemed like an old, grumpy grandpa on the outside, but he was just a big softie on the inside. You smiled as you thought of your seven lovable hybrids. You were so glad you adopted them.

       You set your bag down on the counter and felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a wet nose burying into the nape of your neck. You felt a furry tail wrapping itself around your ankle. You reached back and scratched behind Jimin’s ears. Purrs reverberated throughout the room, and you giggled. “Jimin, it’s very nice to see you too,” you smiled as he snuggled closer to you. “How was your day, darling?”

    “Fun! Me, Taetae, and Kookie played chase and tag in the backyard! Then me and Taetae watched Finding Nemo, although it wasn’t the same without you,” he pouted at the last part. “How long will you have to stay like this, jagi?”

      You sighed, sitting on the couch and beckoned him to sit next to you. “I don’t know, Minnie. I’ve been trying to find another job I can take up, but I haven’t found any yet.”

     Your other hybrids appeared, one by one, listening to you speak, and to your surprise, Yoongi appeared as well. He was usually sleeping, so this was a pleasant surprise. Namjoon sat next to you, his head leaning on your shoulder. “Well, you just have to find out what you’re good at,” he commented quietly. “It’s not too hard to find a job once you figure that out.”

    “Well, I’m good with hybrids, I know that at least,” you said slowly. “Maybe I could take up a job at a hybrid shelter.”

   Jin frowned. “I don’t know, y/n. Some hybrids tend to be,” he hesitated. “violent and well, we don’t want you getting hurt.” Your other hybrids nodded in agreement, Yoongi coming to sit next to Jimin.

     “But if you really want to, y/n, I know some shelters that are looking for help,” Yoongi offered. “Some of my friends are working there, and they say it pays well and the environment is very positive and promising for the hybrids who live there.”

    You smiled, coming over to where he sat and hugging him. “Thank you, Yoongles. I knew I can always count on you guys. What’s the shelter’s name?”

    “Um, I think it’s Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter,” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember. “Yeah, I think that’s it.”

    You took a deep breath. “OK, I’m going to go ask them about the job. Who wants to go with me?”

 “Me!” seven voices chorused. You chuckled; you should’ve have known all of them wanted to go. They were all very protective of you, especially Namjoon and Yoongi, them both being predator hybrids.

         Twenty minutes later, all of you stood in front of Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter. Namjoon slipped his hand in yours, his ears standing alert. You opened the door, your hybrids following you inside.

     “Welcome to Sunnyside Hybrid Shelter! How may I help you today? Oh my goodness, you have some hybrids already! Are you here asking about the job?” the cheery girl at the front desk prattled on. You felt Namjoon’s hand tense in yours. You knew her voice reminded him of his previous owner, who was very abusive and used to beat him whenever he made a mistake or broke something. You squeezed his hand comfortingly, reminding him that he was safe and you were with him now.

     “Yes, I’m interested about the job. I would like to apply,” you spoke, nervous.

“Perfect! How long have you had experience with hybrids?” the girl asked as she scribbled something down on a notepad. “Oh, and please call me Eryka.”

     “I’ve had my hybrids for about three years now,” you replied, smiling fondly at your seven hybrids. “I love hybrids, and I’ve been looking for a job, so this seemed like a good go.”

    “Awesome! I’ll take you to our manager, and she’ll ask you a few more questions and just show you around,” Eryka smiled widely at you and led you and your hybrids to the office.

     Taehyung stared at the hybrids’ faces pressed to the windows, some cold, some hopeful, and some just plain curious. He knew how painful and lonely it was to live in the shelter, his heart ached for some of the hybrids. They passed a play room, where baby and toddler hybrids played. Jimin’s tail twitched, aching to scoop a cute baby hybrid into his arms and cuddle with it.

    “Here we are,” Eryka announced, stopping at a well-furnished office. “Would your hybrids perhaps like to wait-”

    “No,” seven voices chorused forcefully. You smiled, and whispered to Eryka, “It’s okay. They’re well behaved, they just are protective of me.” She looked unsure, but nodded and let you all in anyway.

     The manager, who looked shocked as your seven hybrids filed in, quickly composed herself and smiled at you. “Hello, y/n, I am Carrie, and please do sit down,” she gestured to a chair in front on her desk. “Your hybrids, um-”

     “We can stand, ma’am, it’s fine,” Jin smiled at her kindly. You smiled internally at his manners, Jin was a very polite hybrid once people got to know him.

 She looked surprised at his polite manners and smiled at him. “Thank you, er-”

  “Jin, Kim Seokjin,” Jin bowed and introduced himself and the others to her. Each smiled and bowed to her as he addressed them.

     “Thank you. Y/n, I must say, you have very polite hybrids. You must have some good experience with hybrids, then,” Carrie commented as she sat back in her chair.

   “Well, yes. My father was actually a hybrid officer,” you began, ignoring the shocked looks of your hybrids. “He didn’t like hybrids that well, and didn’t do his job like he should’ve. I would always beg him to be compassionate towards them, but he would beat me. My mom found out, and threatened to separate if he didn’t change his ways. He didn’t, and my mom moved out and took me with her,” you blinked back tears and Jin came to stand besides you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. Jimin stared at you, mouth agape. He never knew this. “He eventually got fired. I got a job at teaching at a school and I am still doing that now,” you finished, wiping your tears with a tissue from the tissue box Carrie gave you. “Sorry,” you apologized, wiping the last of your tears away. “I haven’t talked about this in a while.”

      “It’s okay, y/n. I understand how you feel,” Carrie told you gently. “I was in a similar situation. My dad-”she frowned. “He really hated hybrids and used to abuse those he brought home. I moved out of the house with my mom, who loved hybrids, and she actually helped me start this shelter.”

     “That’s nice. Yeah, I have always loved caring for hybrids, that’s why I decided to adopt my first two hybrids: Taehyung and Jungkook, then I found out how much I enjoyed their company, so I went ahead and adopted five more,” you smiled at your hybrids who crowded around you, comforting you.

   “That’s great! Now I can show you around the compound,” Carrie smiled, leading the way out of the office. “It’s good that your hybrids are here to protect you, because-”

     A savage growl escaped the throats of Namjoon and Yoongi, shocking both you and Carrie. “Namjoon, Yoongi!” you scolded them. “Please, nothing bad will happen to me. Behave, or no cuddles,” you admonished.

     They flushed sheepishly, their heads bowed. “Sorry.”

 Carrie laughed. “So that’s what you use to punish them? No cuddles?” she asked you playfully.

You laughed sheepishly. “Yeah, my hybrids love cuddling, especially Jimin and Yoongi.”

    As all of you entered the hybrid room, a cute Black Lab ran up to meet you. “Hi, I’m Jisoo. Will you please adopt me?” Her eyes widened as she saw your seven hybrids. “Oh, never mind,” she mumbled, turning away.

   “Jisoo, wait!” you called after her, hoping she would turn back and hear what you had to say. Jisoo turned back with hopeful eyes.

    “Jisoo, I can’t say I can adopt you, but I can say that I will help you find you the perfect family for you. So don’t give up hope, okay?” you smiled kindly at the shy hybrid in front of you.

    Jisoo nodded, a smile gracing her features. “Thank you, y/n!” She hugged you suddenly, making you gasp a little and then giggle. “You’re welcome, Jisoo.”

     Carrie had been watching from afar, and when you came back to the group, she whistled. “She actually hugged you, y/n! Jisoo has been one of our hardest hybrids to reach, and she has spoken the most since she’s gotten here!”

    “Glad I could help-” your sentence was cut off as a snarling hybrid stepped in your path.

  “You smell like filth,” the hybrid sneered, but Namjoon and Yoongi placed themselves in front of you, growls escaping from them. “So you’re her two little sluts, huh?” the hybrid smirked, enjoying the way your body stiffened at the word sluts. “All humans aren’t to be trusted, you know,” he snarled. “Some like her, for insistence.”

     “Not all hybrids can be trusted either,” Yoongi snarled back, his jaw exposing his sharp canines and Namjoon’s eyes turned a deep crimson red. You could feel Jimin trembling behind you. Jimin had never seen this side of Namjoon and Yoongi, and he didn’t like it. The hostile hybrid hesitated, then muttered “spoiled brats” and walked away.

    You let out a deep sigh of relief. “Wow. Thank you, Joonie and Yoongi. I didn’t expect that to happen.”

Carrie sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, y/n. That was Mark, our panther hybrid. He’s very-” she paused, then added, “violent and frightening.”

      Yoongi snapped, “I knew it! He smelled like a panther!”

“I smelled it, too,” Namjoon muttered, his tail still nervously twitching back and forth. “Y/n, are you sure it’s safe for you to work here?” he asked you, worry lacing his features.

   “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ll make sure you’re safe from him,” Carrie laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked back at Namjoon, then added, “I promise.”

      Once you all got home, you asked everyone to gather in the living room.

Namjoon and Yoongi sat on each side of you, the rest of the boys sitting on the floor or on the fireplace’s hearth. Jimin sensed the tension and awkwardness in the air, and sat closer to Taehyung and Jungkook. No one knew when to speak, so you cleared your throat nervously.

     “Guys, I know how much you love me,” you began. “What happened today, I’m sorry. I promise I will be careful when I start working there. But I want you guys to know that I love you all so much, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all that stuff about my dad. I will be more careful.” As soon as you finished speaking, the boys started to cry. They all hugged you, a big ball of fluff surrounding you. You began to cry as well, overwhelmed by the love your boys were giving you.

    “We love you, y/n, don’t ever forget that,” your boys’ voice chimed together, Jimin nuzzling into your neck.

   “I love you guys so much, too,” you sobbed, smiling through your tears. You loved them all so much, your boys. Your protectors.

[televinita]

Little Women (2019): Thoughts

REQUIRED READING: the prequel post about my background going in to this film.

SNAPSHOT VERSION: Though I have some casting qualms, and may adjust my opinions after I reread the book, mostly I think this is everything my heart has needed since the magic of the ‘94 movie was broken for me. My heart is very full.

FULL VERSION: Twice as long as the prequel post (a.k.a. 1800 words), starts below.

I did not expect LW to be the first Unexpected Comeback Fandom of 2020 (or a comeback fandom ever, really), but here I am, having spent every day since I saw this film mooning about this story and looking up different editions and supplemental books in the library catalog, so I'd better process how I feel about it while the memories are relatively fresh.

Most of my thoughts are on casting rather than specific scenes because like I said, I can’t remember the book super well, so I’d like to get my movie memories to fade so that the book can surprise me. Also because I think I will have a more in-depth post about them when I watch the film a 2nd time, whether that’s in theaters or on DVD. But here’s what I’ve got for now.

ON CASTING

In no particular order --

* Emma Watson is very pretty but it is so hard to take her seriously as an actress. She's just Emma Watson, Famous For Being In Harry Potter and Getting Hired For Other Big Name Projects. I feel like she's so consciously acting all the time. She made a not-terrible Meg, I guess? No worse than she made a Belle. But it was roughly as hilarious watching her try to be a mother now as it was watching her try to be a mother in the last Harry Potter movie. To the point that I just kept hearing the "Damn! I'm SO maternal!" song playing as her theme in the background at all times. * I realized 6 days prior to seeing the movie that Florence Pugh is recognizable because she's in Midsommar and honestly, that just ruined everything for me. I didn't even see that film, I just know it's gross and I would hate it and while she is not tainted forever like the 50 Shades actors, she is definitely too tainted for Little Women. Also I could not stop thinking about how I associate Amy with being very dainty and prim and Florence, while perfectly lovely, is not. * Laura Dern was kind of strangely modern and kooky for Marmee, but I love her as an actress and I loved that she was just like "HELLO STRANGE NEIGHBOR BOY, COME BE MY FIFTH CHILD." So I was OK with that. * ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH BOB ODENKIRK. What kind of anachronistic garbage. What crack were you on, because it was obviously not the good stuff. "Did I stumble into an SNL parody??" I wondered more than once. * Meryl Streep as Aunt March was AMAZING. Ten Oscars. * Beth consistently looked younger than Amy, so that was weird. She was okay but kind of childlike, and failed to make Beth my favorite like she is in the book. * JO! Saoirse Ronan is by far my favorite actress in this set, but I didn't think she was right for Jo going in. "Jo's not a redhead!" I said, indignantly stamping my foot, because my childhood-era love for this novel reigns defensively supreme like for no other classic besides Black Beauty. (another 1994 classic they should remake soon, even though I love that version. Just saying.)

But damned if she did not COMPLETELY embody every essence of Jo there is and make Jo my favorite character this time. Truly, nobody except Meryl Streep so thoroughly matched my expectations for their character. Ten Oscars, part II. Or at least the one she is actually nominated for. If Jo loses to ScarJo I will riot. * John was nice. I feel like he was exactly what he was supposed to be, which is to say kind of plain and milquetoast but perfect for Meg. I don't actually remember him existing in the novel, so that was an interesting game of "how important is this guy?" until suddenly Meg was getting married and I realized I did, in fact, have a very dim memory of a wedding from the book. I think I will like their romance more the second time around, though. * Mr. Laurence was VERY EXCELLENT. IDK why I know the actor, even after looking him up, but I liked him in this role a lot. His grandfatherly quasi-adoption of Beth was so sweet. * As for Professor Bhaer...UGH. I hated him on sight and my brain wouldn't even let me recognize who he was for like 3 scenes, I was just like, "who is this random boarding lodger and why are we focusing on that weirdo." I mean, he's objectively handsome? But he did not do it for me. He lacked the gravitas I expect from this character and his thick accent scraped my ears and drove me insane (update from the future: his accent is also driving me insane in the book, where I have peeked in at a few chapters as incentive to reread. whyyyyyyy). * LAURIE: maybe it's been too long since I read the book, but never could I ever have imagined I'd want to use the term "fuckboy" to describe Laurie. It wasn't even Ski Chalet's face so much as it was that in all present-day scenes (post-rejection), he is such an insufferable, melodramatic, pouting trash heap that I didn't want him to marry any of them at that point. (Also YOU STILL DIDN'T MAKE ME UNDERSTAND WHY HE GOES FOR AMY, so good job.**) However, I took especial delight in paying attention to all the cuddly platonic friend cuddling he heaped on Jo growing up, in focus or in the background, and I loved it...kind of a lot? The ship radar made noise. That noise is getting louder by the day, smoothing away his faults. He may have permanently taken up residence in my mind's eye as the new Laurie. ...this is the worst. Make it cease. (**update from the future, I am peeking at the book and it looks like it's a lot easier to understand both in text and when you're inside Laurie's head. He is still clearly sulking his way through Europe, but in a way it's easier to recover from. Also, I don’t have time to unpack this but as I finish the edits on this post I started 5 days ago, I’m starting to think I could not only ship Laurie/Amy, but believe in it from the start.) ACTUAL PLOT AND FILM QUALITY

+ The shifting between past and present was very jarring right off the bat, but after that I think it worked.

+ I loved the attic play rehearsals so much

+ I am so glad Jo’s shorn hair is both fleeting and as hideous as it should look, and not Pixie Cut Chic (Childhood Me wailed at that part reading the book)

+ I remember hardly anything about the book's Part II / Good Wives, so basically everything in their adult lives was news to me. Amy and Aunt March go to Europe? Jo goes to live by herself in New York? Meg marries a relative pauper? Any of this could be true to the book or just made up as an alternate idea to explore, and I would be none the wiser. That made it more fun. (NOBODY SPOIL ME ON WHAT'S TRUE)

+ It did not occur to me until just now that the part where Jo publishes her version of Little Women is not in the book (right?), but that was beautifully done.

+ The house interiors were breathtaking. It's not like I don't regularly watch period pieces, but this time there was just something about seeing an old house, like the ones I am often in for estate sales, decorated the way I always imagine seeing when I enter those homes, that kind of made me tear up. + The outside shots were pretty too + Jo made me cry with her I'm so LONELY! speech, rude. (I went into this movie thinking I was 100% on board to finally read Alcott’s sequels for their Jo/Professor content, and now I'm like 'ah damn it is gonna be the season for the Jo/Laurie AU novel, isn't it.')

+ A strike against Beth and/or the actress playing her: I did not cry about her death (in my defense I was busy crying about Jo's pain).

+ I did NOT remember precisely how Laurie & Amy got married, so even though I knew it happened eventually, I felt that sucker punch to the gut reveal just about as hard as Jo did. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR WIFE.

+ My mom said she’d heard this movie was lauded as being super feminist, which rarely goes well for me, but I thought it felt like really authentic "married women literally were not allowed to control their own income and it sucked" 19th century feminism, and not someone using their 21st century voice to claim this is how people would have REALLY talked if The Patriarchy Of Historical Record hadn't silenced/suppressed it. Nothing rankled me. I’m very confused by the people who think it says Jo is queer and/or didn’t end up with the Professor, but if that’s what you see then I guess it’s a win/win situation for all of us. + LOVED the closing montage. + Basically, at all times that I wasn't annoyed by the casting, I was feeling the same magic I did while reading the book and/or while watching the 1994 movie as a child. I can’t think of any parts I really hated.

IN CONCLUSION

Part of me is honestly kind of sad I didn't reread the book before watching this movie, because even though I usually prefer to go movie first and then get the Expanded Edition that is the book, in this case I wish I'd taken my last chance to properly visualize everything in my head on my own -- since I’ve mostly forgotten the ‘94 film -- before the new movie washed it away forever. This is one of the rare times I would have liked to hope and guess what would be shown vs. cut, and be able to anticipate the thrill of seeing the page come to life.

However, seeing it was the impetus I needed to finally take my childhood copy off the shelf (and thank heavens I have it, because the library request is backed up 3 or 4 deep for every copy), and it took all of 5 minutes to get instantly sucked into chapter 1 and feel such rapturous joy and familiarity that I consciously cut myself off and decided I am going to journal out my feelings after each chapter on this reread. So that’s something!

[sweetheartjeongguk]

tough luck

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: harry potter au, fluff, crack

rating: pg-13 (cursing)

warning(s): brief mentions of vomiting, jungkook making a fool of himself

word count: 5.1k+

summary: rule number one: always check the expiration date of potions. rule number two: never trust kim seokjin with anything. 

masterlist

Since his arrival at the age of 11 to the illustrious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jungkook’s made quite the name for himself.

At the tender (and awkward) age of fifteen, he became the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He’s excelling in nearly of all of his classes except Potions – in his defense, Slughorn really has it out for him. With bright doe eyes and a cute bunny smile, Jungkook could get out of anything faster than you can say “Dumbledore!”. Thanks to his tightknit group of friends, Hogwarts has really become his second home.

But there are two things that Jungkook could never get right, no matter how hard he tries – passing Potions class and talking to you.

He despises Potions with his entire being. His strengths lie on the more physical classes like Defense Against the Dark Arts or Quidditch. Hell, he even prefers learning about tea leaves in Divination than brewing random concoctions with the one man that can’t stand his presence. His philosophy is that he could always purchase some readymade potions during his visits to Diagon Alley – no need to complicate his life further by forcing his mediocre hand at a skill he’s severely lacking in. Slughorn even said so himself – he and Jungkook, like water and oil, will never mix.

You, on the other hand, are a different story.

Unlike Jungkook, you aren’t known to be in the spotlight. While you have a nice cluster of friends who you could count on for moral support during OWLs and cheap firewhiskey at end-of-the-year parties, you’re usually always alone with your nose in a book and your head in the clouds. Even your parents have had to remind you to get out of bed and be productive instead of staying in bed with a new novel nestled between the pillows. Unlike Jungkook who lives and breathes Quidditch, you prefer activities that require both feet on the ground. While most of it has to do with the fact that you had a near-death experience at a Quidditch match when you were 7 years old, it also stems from your ordinary distaste for physical activity. Why risk your life hundreds of feet up in the air on a flimsy broomstick when you can have just as much as fun at ground level?

Almost all of your friends disagree with you.

You’re also Professor Slughorn’s unofficial protege, his very own teacher’s pet. You suspect that it’s mainly because he found your endless lineage of wealthy and famous pureblooded Slytherins a rather attractive feat, but he also sheds credit on your seemingly effortless potion making. The skill was passed down to you from your mother and her mother before her, and it just made sense that you would be the one to carry the metaphorical torch.  

To him and many other admirers (Jungkook’s definitely not jealous about that), you’re the pride and joy of Slytherin House, and rightfully so. You have the attitude, the drive, and the intelligence, checking all the boxes of not only a model Slytherin but a respectable Hogwarts student. Jungkook should have disliked you – after all, you’re a Slytherin, the infamous rival of Gryffindor House. While the stereotypes and mutual hatred has drastically declined over the years, there’s still residual competitiveness between the two houses.

If only it wasn’t for his massive, not-so subtle crush on you since first year.

“I still don’t understand how she hasn’t noticed your obnoxious staring yet.” Taehyung snorts as he practically inhales the plate of rice and meat. “You’ve got to learn to be subtle. I can only take so much secondhand embarrassment from you before it just turns into pity.”

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook frowns, his lips drooping into a pitiful pout. “I’m just blanking out about something, that’s all.”

“Dude, you’ve been staring at her at the Slytherin table for the past twenty minutes, and I’m 99.9% sure you haven’t even blinked.”

At this, Jungkook forces his eyes to close, not even noticing how dry and sore they feel. Was he really looking at you for that long?

“Whatever.” Jungkook mutters as he turns to his own meal, pushing his vegetables around with his fork. “She probably doesn’t even notice me anyway...”

“It’s not really a question of her noticing you, but more a question of her even liking you.” Jimin laughs, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green robes as he reaches across the table for two more bread rolls and a hefty serving of mashed potatoes.

Taehyung shoots the blonde Slytherin a sharp glare, but the latter’s too preoccupied with shoveling potatoes into his cheeks that he fails to notice the looming darkness over Jungkook’s face. With a sigh, Taehyung attempts at an encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry kiddo, she’s probably just shy herself.” Taehyung shrugs. “Once you go up and talk to her, I’m sure that—”

“H-Hyung, I can’t just do that!” Jungkook blanches white.

“Why not?” Jimin raises an eyebrow, cheeks still puffy with food. “It’s easy. All you got to do is t—”

“Hyung…” Jungkook whines in a borderline childish tone.  

How pathetic would he sound if he explains to his two best friends, who are both equally outgoing and unafraid to go out of their way to get what they want, that he feels as though his whole world would collapse into a giant abyss at the thought of sharing a conversation with you? That the only words you’ve ever exchanged with him were “Hey, can you pass me that?” and “Y-Yeah, sure”? That since then, he’s been afraid to utter another word to you in fear of looking like a complete fool?

“Kook, you good?” Jimin asks, mild concern in his voice. “You don’t have, I was just s—”

“Nothing!” Jungkook squeaks in panic. “Nothing! I’m fine, I’ll…find a way, I guess.”

Fortunately for Jungkook, Jimin got the hint, and the conversation about you becomes a thing of the past as they all fall into a deep debate about who is going to beat who in the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Jungkook forces himself to stop glancing at your table, but he still can’t help but catch a glimpse every so often when Jimin and Taehyung weren’t looking. His blood rushes a little faster in his ears when he catches sight of you, face shoved close towards the pages of your textbook and your hand scribbling across a blank piece of parchment. He smiles to himself, you must have been cramming for one of your classes and couldn’t find time outside of lunch to do it.  

Around you, your friends are engaged in an intense gossip and laughing at the top of their lungs, but you barely pay them any attention. You’re completely ignorant to your surroundings as you delve deeper in the chapters and the practically incomprehensive material. There’s a tingle at the back of your neck, as if someone’s watching you closely, but you ignore it.

It’s probably nothing, like always.

“You know, it’s getting kinda sad seeing you mope over a girl like this, especially a Slytherin. What’s holding you back?”

Jungkook ignores the frustrated tone of his older friend Namjoon as he shuffles around the bedroom in search of his Quidditch padding. Namjoon lives in another section of the dormitory where the upperclassmen stay in since he’s a year away from graduating while Jungkook rooms with other underclassmen who still have a couple more years left in their Hogwarts education. He’s laid on his side on top of Jungkook’s bed, smushing his side of his face against the horde of pillows the younger boy keeps stacked against the headboard.

“Time’s ticking, Kookie…” Namjoon says mockingly. “Tick tock, tick tock, tick—”

“Are you done?” Jungkook grumbles in annoyance. He finally finds the missing padding and shoves it deep inside his training bag. “The opportunity just hasn’t…arisen yet. That’s all, no big deal.”

“Oh no, I can keep going with this.” Namjoon smirks, pulling a pillow against his chest. “I’ll keep asking for as long as I’m here if it’ll get you to untangle your asshairs and talk to her, for crying out loud. I can’t keep being seen with you if you keep disappointing me like this.”

Jungkook grimaces at the mental image flashing across his vision. “You and Seokjin hyung are literally one and the same. Also, how is it any of your business who I talk to?”

“First of all, hyung and I practically raised you. Second of all, I have every right to know who you’re potentially going to spend the rest of your life with.” Namjoon pauses to beam up at Jungkook in equal parts sarcasm and genuineness. “If I don’t make it my business, who will?”

“Literally everyone else. You all share one brain cell, remember?” Jungkook sighs exasperatedly. “I’ve finally got Jimin off my back last night, I don’t need him to be reminded again.”

“Be careful with what you say, Kook.” Namjoon points out cockily. “Who knows, maybe one of us will shoot their shot and snatch your witch from you.”

“Do that and I will make sure you never graduate, hyung!”

“Aw, how romantic. I’ll be sure to mention it in my best man speech at your wedding!”

Weeks go by, and still no progress on Jungkook’s part. He still watches you from afar, albeit less often now that he knows his entire friend group has their eye on him, hoping that he’ll finally grow the balls to ask you out. Namjoon even contacted Seokjin and their other friend Yoongi at their jobs in the Ministry about the situation which ended up in the two aurors-in-training sending Jungkook a Howler with the booming message of “Ask her out already, dick head!”

Since then, the Gryffindor has been on edge. He doesn’t want to force himself into speaking to you because for all he knows, he’s just going to choke on his words or worse, vomit all over you just as he did to an entire row of parents at his kindergarten play about planting more trees. The traumatic memory of his classmates’ laughter and the acidic aftertaste lingers in both the back of his mind and the back of his mouth.

Shivering under the frigid draft inside the library, Jungkook forces himself to concentrate as he continues writing down notes on his parchment. His essay on the usefulness of memory potions is due the following class period, and all of the intensive Quidditch practices and constant afterparties inside Gryffindor Tower prevented him from completing it earlier in the month. Slughorn already despises him enough, so adding fuel to the fire isn’t going to help – even if he does share a mutual hatred for the professor and could care less about his opinion towards him at this point.

Who knows, maybe if he whips out an incredible essay that reaches the masses and inspires all of the wizarding community, you’ll be so impressed and agree to go out on a date with him which would eventually lead to getting married and buying a house and—

Jungkook shakes himself loose from his thoughts before he could fall back into an embarrassing daydream about you (again). Flipping through the pages of the Potions textbook, his eyes trace over the chapter titles in the table of contents in search for the Memory section when one header catches his eye.

Luck Potions.

His curiosity is instantly peaked. After making note of the page number, he flips through the middle of the book until he lands on the page he’s looking for. Squinting at the tiny print, Jungkook runs the subsection below the title.

The most common form of luck potion is felix felicis, also known as liquid luck! When brewed correctly, it increases the luck of the drinker. A little help from this potion, and a bad day turns into a great day!

His index finger taps the paper in contemplation as he skims through the rest of the section, making note of the history, ingredients, and wand movements for brewing. The ingredients would definitely be hard to come by, considering that he’s still at school and he doubts that Slughorn would lend him ingredients like Murtlap tentacle and Ashwinder egg so easily.

His heart sinks even lower when he reads the brewing time for the potion.

Brewing time: 6 months.

“I don’t have time for that.” He whispers in anguish. “What to do, what to do…”

The girl across the table from him shoots him a weird look, lifting her textbook closer to her face and shoving two earbuds inside as Jungkook continues muttering inaudible words under his breath.

At this point, Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if he finds out that life’s rigged itself against him on purpose. He’s ready to give up, turn the page, and get back to work on the assignment he was meant to be writing for the past two hours, but for some reason, he stops himself. The fancy golden script at the top of the page is almost too tempting to shy away from, its ornate glow enticing him to continue reading. He can hear his friends’ voices now, pleading with him to rethink his plan of brewing a high-level potion with his mediocre skills.

But how hard could it be, really? Besides, it’s not like he has to complete the potion by himself.  

In fact, he knows just the person to ask.

After slamming his textbook closed and alarming the same girl at his table into a full-bodied flinch, he dashes out of the library and in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, ignoring the calls of “Hey, Jungkook!” and “Hey Cap, when’s the next practice?”. When he’s finally safe and sound in his bedroom, albeit struggling to catch his breath, Jungkook rips a jagged piece of paper from his notebook with a quill already in hand.

Dear Seokjin hyung, I have a HUGE favor to ask, but don’t tell Namjoon and the others…

“Y/N, how delightful to see you, my dear! Have you met my colleague, Archimedes? He’s one of my old friends from Hogwarts, he works at the Ministry now as their Head Auror.”

Once again, you find yourself plucked from the comfort of your dormitory bed and into the uncomfortable atmosphere of a Slughorn dinner party. He had invited you a few days ago, claiming that you just had to join him and the rest of your classmates for his holiday dinner. This was his slyly obvious way of slipping your accomplishments towards his peers while also capitalizing on your success as if he was the reason for it all.

While you know the man has good intentions, it wouldn’t kill him to back off just a tad – just enough for you to breathe, at least.

“Professor Slughorn, always a pleasure indeed. And no, I have not, but it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” You twist your lips into what you hope looks like a polite smile. “How can I be of your assistance tonight, sir?”

“Oh, darling, no need to be so formal!” His large pot belly jiggles as he laughs wholeheartedly. “Tonight’s all about celebration! Just relax, enjoy the night! Oh look, there’s a few of my colleagues I wish for you to meet, if you don’t mind.”

“O-Oh, that sounds—”

“Horace!” A voice calls out from the other end of the room, successfully pulling Slughorn’s attention away from you.

This gives you the perfect opportunity to bolt, sneaking behind a gaggle of students in stuffy wizard robes as you make your way towards your friends who have been leaning against the backwall the entire time with looks of intense boredom plastered on their face.

“There you are, I thought Slughorn successfully kidnapped you this time.” Sooyoung smirks jokingly, both hands occupied with a champagne flute filled with cider and a tiny plate of hors d’oeuvres. “It’s nice to see that you’re still in one piece.”

“Barely.” You sigh tiredly as you reach to grab a cool glass of Butterbeer from your friend Sana. “Please hide me for the rest of the night, I’ll pay you five galleons.”

“Lies, you don’t have five galleons.” Sooyoung scoffs. “I should know, I was the one dusting off the cobwebs from your piggy bank the other night.”

You pout in defeat. “I’ll look over your dog for the weekend!”

Sooyoung sends you a strange grimace. “I don’t even have a dog, we’re not even allowed dog—”

“Please?”

“Maybe you should ask Jeon for some assistance. He looks more than willing.” Sana interjects with a giggle.

Your two friends beam in amusement at the redness blossoming across your skin. It’s a known fact in your friend group that you horde a small (ginormous) crush on Jeon Jungkook, the infamous Quidditch captain and golden boy of Gryffindor.

Growing up in a Slytherin household means that your parents hold extremely high expectations of you. Under their eyes, you’re to marry into another Slytherin household, continuing your legacy with your future generations. While they’ve become lax with their views on your non-Slytherin, non-pureblooded friends as well as with your plans of traveling the world after graduation instead of deciding on an arranged marriage like they had hoped, you’re not sure how they would react towards your attraction to a Gryffindor half-blood.  

“You’re not funny, Sana.” You hiss in response, brows furrowed into an embarrassed frown.

“This time, I’m not even joking.” Sana hums knowingly. “If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”

Eventually, your stubbornness forces you to break from your hesitation and shoot your gaze to where Sana was looking. You first notice Jungkook’s Gryffindor friend Taehyung who’s too preoccupied in making a fool of himself by the punch bowl with his weird dance moves. The other friend and a fellow Slytherin, Jimin, cheers him on, falling back against Jungkook in full-bodied laughter. Shifting your stare to the left of him, your breath hitches in your throat when you meet two wide eyes.

“Told you so.” Sana smirks as she takes a sip of her Butterbeer. “Now, that will be five galleons.”

You definitely noticed him staring at you, and now you’re the one doing the staring. Jungkook’s eyes dart back and forth between you and his friends, the panic rising in his chest. The others are too distracted in their dancing to notice his dilemma. While he’s somewhat relieved that he doesn’t have to deal with his friends going into an entire teasing session, a little help would still be nice.

A little help.

As if a lightbulb dings to life above his head, Jungkook instantly reaches into his pocket inside his blue dress robes and tugs out the small vial of a glittery golden liquid. Seokjin had sent him the potion via owl that morning, along with a note with the message “Use wisely”. He sighs in relief when he notices that it was still filled to the brim, no sign of leakage or contamination whatsoever.  

After Jungkook had sent him the letter detailing his you-related anxieties, Seokjin had quickly written Jungkook back with his plan. In exchange for Jungkook’s undying devotion (or his soul, in Jungkook’s opinion), Seokjin would contact one of his friends for a vial, making sure to send it over as soon as possible. Instead of risking expulsion by stealing from Slughorn’s store and potentially creating a faulty and dangerous potion, Seokjin would rely on the help from one of his trusted associates.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ve been buying from him for years, and he hasn’t let me down since!”

There’s no more time left to waste.

With a quick pop of the cap, he discreetly chugs the potion down, its gilded warmth running smoothly down his throat before spreading across his chest and settling inside his stomach. At first, nothing happens. In fact, it’s nearly so anticlimactic that Jungkook feels a frustrated flood of tears in his eyes. What if the potion Seokjin gave him turns out to be a placebo, and his true plan was all a means for Jungkook to learn his lesson about being more confident in himself?

Then, like a brick to the face, it hits him.

“Woah!”

Jimin and Taehyung snap out of their loud laughter at the sudden outburst. Their expressions grow more inquisitive when they notice Jungkook standing motionless and staring at his palms as if they were about to catch on fire at any moment.

“You okay there, Kook?” Taehyung asks warily.  

Their concern grows exponentially when slowly, Jungkook’s mouth twitches into a large grin. A grin too toothy and too stretched out across his face, an image not unlike a clown or a creepy doll. The sight sends uncomfortable shivers up Jimin’s spine.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jungkook sighs airily. “Everything is just so swell!”

“Um…okay?” Taehyung shares a look with Jimin. “Do…you need us to get you anything? Some water?”

“Nope!” Jungkook smiles cheerily, his arms swaying from side to side while lifting up and down on his heels. “Thank you for asking, you two are truly the greatest friends a guy like me could ever ask for.”

“Okay, this is weird.” Jimin whispers into Taehyung’s ear. “He was literally panicking a second ago. Also, he’d never say that about us. He’s too much a little shit.”

“Did you sneak some firewhiskey into his goblet or something?” Taehyung mutters back, receiving a brisk shake of the head. “Someone must have spiked his goblet or something, but it wasn’t me.”

Jungkook’s entire body feels alight with fireworks, the anxiety that once riddles his chest and floods his thoughts dissipating like a thinning fog. He takes a moment to absorb his surroundings, humming at the intricate holiday decorations strung about the room and at every passing person. He’s completely immune to their weird sneers and not-so quiet whispering, his mind traveling back to his only purpose of the night.

There’s nothing much left to lose anyway.

With a quick deep breath in and out, Jungkook strides towards the other side of the room, ignorant towards his older friends’ panicked exclaims as the distance between you and him closes dramatically. His eyes glitter with excitement when you finally notice him approaching, the glass of Butterbeer in your hand slowly dropping from your peach-stained lips. Your friends nearly burst at the seams when Jungkook stops a mere foot away from you, the obnoxiously wide smile tightening his flushed cheeks.

Inside, your heart is beating at a thousand miles per minute. Never in your life did you ever think Jeon Jungkook would ever have the desire to come up to have a conversation. At first, you brushed it off as a trick of the light, but now with him standing in front of you with an expectant glint, it’s almost good to be true.

“Why, hello Jungkook, it’s wonderful to see you here.” You don’t miss the double meaning behind Sooyoung’s words. “I’m surprised you were even invited, considering the fact that Slughorn hates your guts.”

“Oh, that!” Sooyoung flinches at Jungkook’s loud tone. “Yeah, he didn’t invite me. I just tagged along with Taehyung since he got an invitation.”

“Oh, like a date?” You mutter teasingly, instantly flooding with regret when your voice comes off as bland. Also…

What kind of stupid comment is that?!

Thankfully, Jungkook catches onto your joke and gleams back at you. “He wishes, but I just so happen to have my eye on someone else.”

“Is that so?” You nearly choke on your own tongue. A quick gulp of Butterbeer is enough to soothe your dry throat. “They’re a lucky one.”

“If anything, I’m the lucky one.” Jungkook sighs dreamily, crossing his arms behind his back and swaying from side to side. You freeze when you feel his body tilt closer to yours. “They’re one of a kind, and I hope that tonight I can finally—”

Jungkook squawks to a stop. Literally.

You recoil at the unexpected noise, watching warily as Jungkook holds his throat in embarrassment.

What was that?

“Are…you okay?” You ask. Your hand twitches as if it wants to lift up and grasp Jungkook’s shoulder, but your other hand comes around to hold it in place, forcing it by your side.  

“Yes, I’ll be fi—” Another squawk. “What the fu—” Squawk. “Hyung! Help—” The birdlike screech is never-ending, but slowly a feeling of dread washes over Jungkook.

A majority of the party is already watching the mess of a situation from the corner of their eyes, whispering to each other and giggling snootily to themselves. Jungkook barely hears you shouting his name alongside Jimin and Taehyung as he turns to make a run for the exit, his focus only on getting far away from the party and you as possible.

His hands clench into angry fists as he slows down into a tired stroll in the school’s courtyard. It’s completely barren, the grass topped with a thick layer of frost and the hanging torches illuminating each pathway. The snow crunches underneath Jungkook’s boots as he stomps away to a bench, brushing off the frozen excess before sitting down with a thud. He regrets not bringing a warmer robe, but he also didn’t expect to have to run out in the middle of the party after making a total fool of himself in front of not just you but everyone in attendance.

“Why, why, why?” Jungkook shoves his chilly face into his palms. “I’m such an idiot.”

The potion was supposed to be a success! Seokjin said so, even going out by saying that he completely trusted the guy and that Jungkook had nothing to worry about. At least Jungkook knows what’s next on his to-do list tomorrow.

Number one: Kick the shit out of Seokjin hyung for selling me bogus luck potions.

Rubbing at his temples, he lets out another sigh.

“Why is it always me?”

“Why, indeed…”

His head shoots up at the voice beside him, shocking him out of his pitiful mumblings. His throat swells up and his chest seizes in panic at the sight of you in your thin cardigan and strapless dress, seated next to him on the tiny, frost-bitten bench with your arms crossed over your chest.

“O-Oh, h-hi.” Jungkook spits nervously.

Still afraid that the screeching sounds would start again, he keeps his words to a minimum.

“Any reason why you ran out on me back there?” Your voice subtly wavers, but thankfully Jungkook would just think it’s from the cold. “Gave us a little scare, especially your friends. They asked me to go check on you.”

Jungkook slightly crumbles. So, you were forced to talk to him.

“I also kinda feel like it was partially my fault, so if there’s anything that I did…” You trail off awkwardly.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Oh, no, no!” He clears his throat as he feels the familiar build of a squawk in his throat. “It’s not you, it’s—”

“Me?” You scoff jokingly. “I’m not a half-blood or Muggle-born, but I know my fair share of Muggle rejections.”

“U-Uh, I didn’t mean it like that!” Jungkook stammers fretfully. “It’s just that…”

“It’s just…what?” You frown.

How does one explain to the girl that he likes that the only way he could speak to her was through a luck potion that gave him just enough confidence to mutter two coherent words? You’d just look at him like he’s a complete fool – rightfully so. Then, you’d walk right back to the party, cackle about the situation to your friends, and never speak to him again.

Yup, sounds about right to him.

He’s sick of it, sick of having to watch from a distance because he’s too much of a coward to tell you that you’re beautiful to your face. Too much of a coward to reach out to hold your hand, feeling its softness in his own rough, calloused palm. Too much of a coward to tell you how he truly feels.

Suddenly, like a dam bursting under pressure, his rambling thoughts spill out of his mouth.

“I’m so, so, so, so into you and I think that you’re such an amazing person, but I’ve never talked to you before and it’d be weird to just go up to you and ask if you could be my girlfriend because hey, weirdo! So, I thought it would be a good idea to make a luck potion but I’m completely shite at potions, everybody knows this, so I wrote to my friend Seokjin hyung about it and—”

As Jungkook babbles on at lightspeed, he barely registers the growing happiness on your face, the rosy tint in your cheeks not caused by the chilly winter air, and the twitching of your fingers towards his own.

“—But I’m pretty sure that he sold me a wonky potion anyway which means there’s just going to be a huge lawsuit on his hands because what if I died, you know?! Even though I don’t want Seokjin hyung to be responsible for it because hey, I’m still just a kid—”

Jungkook is frozen stiff when he feels supple lips against his, effectively muffling his words and drawing him back into reality. Suddenly, he feels the breeze against his face, the scent of your flowery perfume in his nose, your frigid fingers seeking warmth with his, and more importantly – your lips against his.

Slowly, he melts into your touch, eyelids fluttering closed and mouth moving in tandem with yours. After a couple minutes of soft kisses and gentle hand caresses, you let go, wet lips smacking together as you pull away. You giggle when you see that Jungkook still has his eyes closed, lips puckered, and hand stretched outwards to grab yours.

“You’re cute, but you talk too much.” You land a tiny peck on the tip of his nose. “Also, I’m pretty sure your friend either gave you a badly expired potion or sent you a babbling potion on purpose.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook growls as the possibilities settle in. It’s not unlike Seokjin to do that, especially when it came to someone like Jungkook who he personally enjoyed watching crash and burn. “I’ll be writing him a very detailed letter.”

“Or…” You lean over to intertwine your hands. “We can send him a horde of Howlers, one for each day of the week until he caves.”

Jungkook falls into a mischievous smirk. “You really are a Slytherin, are you?”

“Go on a date with me next weekend, I’ll show you how much of a Slytherin I can be.”

[baromaiden]

A Day Too Late

Jungkook is a shy 18 year old who has a major crush on his childhood friend and classmate Kim Namjoon. Because of a series of unfortunate events the two aren't close anymore. However the possibility of change is presented by Namjoon who invites the shy boy to his birthday party. Maybe this could be a new beginning for both of them or so they thought.

Where Jungkook and Namjoon finally come to terms with their feelings but are a little too late.

*note*

Hello this is my first fanfiction in awhile lol so I hope people enjoy it. Sorry if it's kind of stiff I'm trying to get back in the swing of things 💞 It can also be found on Ao3 aswell! -> baromaiden or follow it on Twitter @charmycho

Chapter 1

Breaking News:

“The small lake town of Paradise morns the lost of a young man tonight. Eighteen-year-old Jeon Jungkook was found dead by the edge of Whalien Lake caused by a fall which result in a head injury that killed him with in minutes of impact. Authorities don’t know why the young man was so close to the cliffs side, but they have determined it to be an accident.”

 Two Days Earlier

Jungkook woke up from his bed with a jolt as if his body was jump started, heart beating fast and breathing unsteady. He held his hand to his chest as if to calm himself down from the nightmare he just escaped from. As the fuzzy images start to fade from his memory, he catches his breath slowly.

“That seemed a little to real.” He sighed as ran his hands through hair. His dreams are never this vivid or intense, so it caught him off guard with the wind rushing passed him as he fell into colors of blues and greens.

Jungkook slowly gets up and moves around his room to shake the rest of the dream off making sure to grab his phone in the process. Thus, his usual day begins, checking his notifications as he picks out his cloths for the day. He reads over his usual texts from his best friend Taehyung but that’s not what catches his attention.

September 10th  D-2

Jungkook smiles softly at the little reminder that he long forgotten to delete. Old memories play at the front of his mind, days of bike rides, ice-cream eating contest, and wizard fights but before he falls to deep into nostalgia he is interrupted by his little brother.

“Hyung, mom says hurry down before you’re late.” Taehyun mumbles as he rubs his sleepy eyes. Jungkook rolls his eyes as he chuckles softly.

“You’re telling me and yet you’re just waking up too.” Taehyun sighed as his older brother proceed to mess up his already bed head.

“Yah, I’m actually sick so I won’t be late to anything.”

“Is it your stomach again?”

“Yeah its like I’m allergic to everything.” He sighs as he leaves Jungkook in his room to get ready. Being the predictable boy, he was, he dressed himself in a long black t with jeans and his black adidas, complimented with his black hood. He eyed himself in his mirror and nodded at his appearance.

“Jungkook” his mom called as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Hurry up and eat so you can go.”

“Nah I’m good.” He mumbles as he reaches across the spread his mom makes for a packet of pop tarts.

“But I cooked all this for us.” She pouts as she sees her oldest son shove a pop tart in his mouth. He dips he head apologetically and kisses her cheek leaving crumbs.

“Got to go got to meet Tae.” He yells as he dashes through the front door. As he makes his way to his bike, he already sees his best friend Kim Taehyung on his own bike waiting for him. Taehyung has been his best friend since the end of freshman year when I tried out for the swim team. He taken as much good care of Jungkook as equal trouble he’s gotten him in. Though he is mischievous sometimes he’s a good dependable friend.

“Kook, Kookie, the kookanator. What’s happening?” greeted Taehyung as he put his phone away.

“Nothing much as usual.” He said as he shrugged.

“We need to work on that. We haven’t had anything eventful happen to us in a while. Even swim team is starting to get repetitive. “sighed the brown hair boy as he began to peddle his bike with hands in his pocket.

The two boys made it with sometime before the bell ringed, making their way to their lockers next to each other. As they were having small talk and getting what they need to get Jungkook got distracted from loud laughing down the hallway. The culprits happen to be Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, and last but defiantly not least… Kim Namjoon. Jungkook couldn’t seem to look away from the tall dimpled boy. He was sporting his usual blond hair, dressed casually in a white t, blue jeans, and red converse, his signature look. Namjoon laughed carefree with his friends dimples on full display taunting Jungkook mercilessly.

“Kook, stop staring like an idiot and go talk to him for Christ sake.”

“Talk to who?”

“Kim Namjoon, the guy you are so in love with.” Taehyung grunts a little too loudly.

“Hey, I’m not in love with him.”

“Uh yeah you could have fooled me. When are you going to man up and talk to him? You guys are childhood friends, right?”

“Y-yeah but we haven’t spoken to each other in three years.”

“More like he would say one thing to you then you get all poo brain on him and he retreats from the awkward tension. What happened between you two?”

Jungkook glanced back at Namjoon as memories push forward of their freshmen year and how life got in the way of a lot of things back then.

“Life, I guess.” He shrugged. That answer didn’t satisfy Tae not one bit, but he couldn’t voice his disapproval when they were greeted by the dimpled devil himself.

“Hey Jungkook, Taehyung.” Namjoon greeted with his timid smile. Jungkook quickly shuffled around to properly see the boy.

“H-hey Namjoon” stuttered the shy boy. Taehyung grinned wider at his friend’s nervousness. Namjoon nodded in his direction as he reached for a piece of paper in his pocket.

“I came over to ask you a question, do you remember what’s coming up this week by chance?” Jungkook tilted his head in confusion as he eyed both his friend and the older boy.

“This week?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon said meekly.

See Jungkook knows the answer to this simple question but his nerves aren’t helping with his brain function right now. He knows the very important day that happens every year, he’s memorized it six years ago but unfortunately, he can’t at this very moment. Namjoon pulls out the paper and holds it in front of Jungkook’s face.

“I know this is last minute but here is an invite to my birthday party this Friday or should I say tomorrow.”

Jungkook wanted to kick himself right now. He knew it was his birthday but why didn’t he remember in that very second. He reached for the flyer and read the bright colored lettering.

“Why are you having a party on the 11th if your birthday is the 12th?” Asked curiously.

“So, you did remember?”

Namjoon smiled softly as he cleared his throat.

“Well my parents are out of town till Saturday afternoon so Hobi and Jimin convinced me to throw a party before they come back.”

“You let those two wild party animals you call friends convince you to have a house party?” exclaimed Taehyung as he looked over to the rowdy pair as they had a dance battle in the middle of the school hallway.

“Yeah well I turn 18 so it’s kind of a big deal you know. So… Jungkook would come?”

Jungkook froze dare I say Jung shook as he eyes Namjoon curiously. Jungkook isn’t sure it’s a good idea. Namjoon is popular and there would be a lot of people there. He wasn’t sure it would well. What if Namjoon is only inviting him out of pity? As if seeing the wheels turning in his head Taehyung nudges Jungkook in the shoulder.

“We will be there.” Said Taehyung with that mischievous smile of his.

“Cool.” Nodded Namjoon as back away. “Remember 8pm sharp.”

As Namjoon made his way back to his friends, Jungkook elbowed Tae.

“Why did you do that?” exclaimed Jungkook big doe eye wide open.

“Cause I’m so tired of your pining, Jesus try an actually work some moves on Kim at his party please. Its starting to get sad. Plus, Jung Hoseok will be there, and you know he’s been trying to hit me up since saw me sporting that speedo last week at our swim meet.” Jungkook rolled his eyes so hard.

“Are you helping me or yourself.”

“Both of us?” laughed the brown-haired boy.

The school day dragged on as Jungkook was in deep thought, paying very little attention to classes. His hand, pen in hand moved across the sheets of his sacred notebook. He dumps all his thoughts, hopes, and reams in here. Pages made up of poems, lyrics and list. And if you already guess the subject for most of his writings is none other then Kim Namjoon himself.

But you

That smile is so cruel

Cruel

I shouldn’t have seen that cheek

You

What’s really dangerous

Is only in possession

That dimple is illegal

Maybe Taehyung was right. Well he is right. Jungkook is in love with Namjoon but of course the quite shy boy won’t ever tell him his feelings to scared of how the older male would react. Reject him. Probably. Laugh in his face? Most likely. The two aren’t close anymore. That all changed once high school started and Namjoon fell into the cool crowd while Jungkook hung out with the art kids. However, that wasn’t the only thing that put distance in between the two friends.

Jungkook shuffled through the pages of his notebook to pull a small polaroid of him and Namjoon at Whalien lake. The two sits next to each other smiling with kites that they made together that summer of 7th grade. That’s one of the last photos that they had together.

The bell sounded interrupting his thought singling the school is over. Kook looks at the photo one more time before shoving it in his hoodie pocket with the invitation. The student all moves towards the front of the school to exit the building. Swiftly Jungkook moves through the crowd to head to his bike outside. Popping his headphones in then hops on and heads home.

He continues to be lost in thoughts of Namjoon and what they were finding that summer day by the lake playing over and over in his head. Jungkook slows his bike down and turns to his right staring at the woodsy area that leads to the lake. He ponders for a second before heading towards the clearing. Slowly he makes his way down off the path to the beach retracing steps he took as a kid till he got to his favorite spot, the high cliffs of Whalien lake.  He laid his bike down as he climb the short path of rocks till, he gets to the top of the flat ridge just above the beach of the lake. See Jungkook and Namjoon found this place years ago by accident as they were exploring from the public beach on the far right.

“Ugh, it feels good to be back here.” Smiled Jungkook as he sat in the middle of rock.

He pulled out his notebook opening the book to a new page. Carefully he pulled out his pencil case grabbing the roll of tape he kept in there. Jungkook pulled out the invitation and the photo from earlier.

“Wow. Who knew you would talk to me again? Even after everything that happened.”

Jungkook was filled with excited thoughts as he taped the invite into his book. What if he did want him at his birthday party? Maybe he wanted to be friends again? Or maybe he was just being nice? However, Jungkook was to ecstatic to care. This could be a new beginning from them to burry that hatchet and move on. Maybe even the chance Jungkook need to tell the dimpled boy how he really feels about him? Could he really do that? Confess? That was something out of his comfort zone but right now he feels like he might be able to tell him. Tell him that he loves him dearly even after everything that happened.

Jungkook sighed in content as he looked at the lake daydreaming about his crush.

Soon it starts to get dark in his little corner of the world, so he decides to start packing up and heading home. Notebook in hand Jungkook gets up to head down where he came from till something caught his eye. He turned around and saw the small polaroid that he cherishes so much getting picked up by the wind. Jungkook lunges for it right as the its being flown away over the edge of the cliff.

“Got cha.” Exclaimed Jungkook happily... unaware of his surrounds. His knee in front lands just beyond the cliff’s ledge.

Jungkook tries to catch himself but both his hands full one with the photo the other with his notebook, his efforts are in vain…

He falls.

Thank You for reading 💜

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It’s You

Pairing: Jimin and Reader.

Summary: It's hard enough to be in love with your best friend. It's even harder to watch them marry someone else. It should have been him. He should be the one she will say her vows with and share a kiss but he can't ruin her happiness. This is what she wants so he'll just have to live with it. (Inspired by Marry Me by Thomas Rhett)

a/n: I was planning on writing part two of The Old You but I had a really crazy dream last night and was inspired to write this. I don't normally write from this point of view but I like how it came out.

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30 minutes. So much was going to change in 30 minutes. In 30 minutes  he would watch her walk down the isle. In 30 minutes she was going to marry a man that wasn't him. In 30 minutes it will be too late for him. Why did he wait until the last 30 minutes? Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt? Why couldn't he say those words out loud? Deep down he knew why he had waited. He knew why he couldn't bring him self to tell her how much he loved her. He couldn't ruin her big day. He couldn't ruin her happiness, and he couldn't handle it if she rejected him. Jimin has been in love with his best friend since they were little kids. She was always there. They use to play house together and talk about being husband and wife when they grew up. They were only five when he got on one knee with a ring pop and asked her to be his wife. She promised him that she would always love him and he kissed her cheek before their kindergarten class mates could pick on them and say they were yucky.  They were little kids but Jimin knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course through the years they had both dated other people. They helped each other with whatever problems would come about. When she needed a shoulder to cry on after her eighth grade boyfriend dumped her, Jimin was there. The day Jimin lost a huge football game sophomore year, she was there with ice cream to cheer him up. In high school they spent most of their free time at the small but popular diner by their school. It's where they almost shared their first kiss, only to be interrupted by Taehyung doing a weird dance in front of the window. Jimin remembered her running outside to slap him for ruining the moment they were having. She smiled at him from outside and he couldn't even be mad at Tae anymore. Jimin chose not to bring up the almost kiss after that. He feared that it was all in his head. How could someone as amazing as her want to kiss him? He had accepted that the feelings were one sided long ago. The day he got her wedding invitation in the mail he felt as if his heart was ripped from his chest. He was there the day her boyfriend proposed. They were at a party when he got down on one knee and asked her the question Jimin had always imagined asking. She of course said yes and jumped into his arms. Jimin hadn't noticed the way she stared at him over her future husbands shoulder. A part of her always imagine it would be Jimin she married. She loved her fiancé but her bestfriend always had a special place in her heart. A small voice in the back of her mind continued to tell her that she was marrying the wrong guy, but Jimin never made a move. She was sure that he would bring up the almost kiss after winning his championship game and then maybe he would ask her on a date. All hope was lost when Jimin started spending time with the new girl at school the next week. She was hurt when she realized that he didn't feel the same way. She gave him so many opportunities to confess but he never did. Eventually she threw herself into planning her wedding and accepted the fact that she had made the right choice. As guest visited her dressing room to greet her, she couldn't help but watch the door and wait for him. The reception would start in 25 minutes and Jimin still hadn't made an appearance. The second he walked through the door she jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I thought you weren't going to show up!" She yelled.

"I couldn't miss your big day." Jimin smiled sadly.

"It didn't feel right without you. My parents were freaking out wondering why you hadn't shown up yet."

"Sorry. I'm here now though. You look beautiful y/n."

"You look very handsome as well Jiminie."

"I'm gonna go find my seat. I'm sure Joon and Kookie are wondering where I am." He finally pulled away from the hug and she frowned.

"I'll see you when I get out there I guess." Jimin stared at her for a second.

"Don't be nervous. You'll do great." He caressed her cheek and she smiled at him.

"Thanks Minnie."

He nodded and left her dressing room. Once his group of friends saw him they pulled him over to his seat. Jimin could see the husband to be talking to the brides parents and frowned. He felt like he couldn't breath so he loosened his tie and turned to his friends.

"I have to admit, I always thought y/n and Jimin would get married." Taehyung said.

"We all thought that." Jin said.

"To bad you never got the courage to tell her." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Back off guys. Jimin had his reasons." Namjoon said as he patted Jimin's back.

"It's not just his fault. She never confessed either." Yoongi said.

"That's because she was waiting for him to do it!" Hoseok said.

"Will you all just shut up? I get it okay? I lost my chance. She doesn't deserve a loser like me anyways! She's happy now so just leave it alone!" Jimin had raised his voice but everyone around them was talking so his friends were the only people to hear him.

"Jimin you aren't a loser." Jin said.

"She would be lucky to marry you." Joon said.

"I can't fucking do this. I have to go."

Jimin shook his head and ran to his car. He ignored the calls from all of his friends and drove to the diner. He sat in their favorite booth and rested his head on the table. Why did he think he would make it through the reception in the first place? The site of her in her wedding dress made him want to cry. The love of his life was marrying someone else and there was nothing he could do about. It was his own fault. If he had told her how he felt, things could have been different, but he couldn't allow himself to be selfish. Her happiness meant more to him then anything else and if she was happy to marry someone else then that's something Jimin would have to live with. He ignored the vibration from his phone. He assumed it was one of the boys calling to figure out where he went. She would be sad that he left early but Jimin knew she would get over it. At least that's what he kept telling himself as he finally pulled the phone from his pocket. 5 minutes. In 5 minutes she would walk down the isle and kiss her husband. In 5 minutes he will lose her forever. Jimin decided to check the text messages he had received.

'Dude we didn't mean to upset you. Please come back.' -Jungkook

'Jimin please don't miss this. Y/n will be heart broken.' -Namjoon

Jimin sighed as he continued to read the text messages from his group of friends. He couldn't reply to them. He didn't know what to say. One message caught his attention though. It was from her. He opened their thread of messages nervously.

'Minnie please don't leave.' -y/n

'Where did you go?' -y/n

'I need you. Please.' -y/n

'I think I know where you are. Stay there. I'll see you soon.' -y/n

Jimin stared at the messages. The reception would last at least another couple of hours. She wanted him to wait that long? How could she know where he went? They hadn't gone to the dinner together in almost two years. Did she know that Jimin came here  whenever he was upset about his feelings for her? He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the window. He looked up to see her standing there with make up running down her face. She held the skirt of her dress up and was staring at him. He stood up and ran to her.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin asked.

"I heard what you said to the boys. Jimin I couldn't marry him. I tried to convince myself that this is what I wanted but I was wrong. It's you Minnie. It's always been you. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know it's cruel to leave him at the alter but I can't marry someone that doesn't have all of my heart." She was crying and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.

"I'm so sorry that I never had the courage to tell you. I was such an idiot. I let those feelings build up inside and it all just became to much. Seeing you in the dress and seeing him laugh with your parents, I wanted it to be me y/n. He was such a great guy and I figured that he was better for you. You always seemed so happy with him and I couldn't take that away."

"Jimin I have wanted to be with you since we were five. I still have the finger paintings and little drawings you use to give me. How could you ever think that anyone else even compared to you?"

"I'm so so sorry y/n."

"I love you so much Park Jimin."

"I love you even more y/f/n."

"Believe it or not my parents were happy to see me leave. My mother yelled something like "go get your man honey."" She giggled and wiped her tears away.

"What did you tell them?" Jimin asked.

"I apologized to everyone. I explained that I couldn't go through with it."

"And your almost husband? What did he say?" Jimin wiped the makeup from under her eyes and she sighed.

"He said a part of him always knew. He smiled and told me that he just wanted me to be happy. I kept apologizing and he made a joke about keeping half of the wedding gifts. My parents hugged me and said they would clean up the mess I made. Dad said he always loved you like a son and he was happy I was finally making the right choice."

"I'm sorry that I ruined your wedding." Jimin frowned.

"You can make it up to me at ours." She smirked.

"Should I go buy another right pop?" Jimin asked and they both laughed.

"Only if it's cherry." She smiled.

"Anything for you."

They hugged again and he dragged her inside. They sat at their normal booth and held hands as a waitress walked up to them.

"You two finally tied the knot? I've been waiting for this day since the first time I saw you sit in this booth." She smiled at them.

"I actually just walked out on my wedding." She chuckled.

"It was my fault." Jimin pouted.

"It was for the best." She said as she squeezed his hand.

"I want an invitation to the actual wedding then okay?" The waitress said.

"Of course. You'll be number one on the list." Jimin said.

She placed two pieces of cake in front of them and left the table. Jimin put some frosting on y/n's nose and she laughed. She returned the favor by putting some frosting on his cheek. They were so caught up in each other that they hadn't even realized the audience they had attracted. When Jimin finally looked up he noticed her parents and their friends sitting at a table next to them just staring. She blushed and hid behind Jimin.

"I always wanted this day to come but I never thought it would be so disgustingly cute." Hoseok said.

"They make me want to squeeze their cheeks." Yoongi said.

"We can hear you." y/n said.

"We know." The boys said in unison and everyone laughed.

Jimin smiled at her and she stared back at him. He put his hand under her chin.

"I have wanted to do this for so long." Jimin whispered.

"Should have done it after the championship game." She bit her lip.

"You remember that?" He asked.

"Of course. It was our almost first kiss."

"So it wasn't just me?" Jimin stared into her eyes and she shook her head no.

He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. It wasn't long but it meant more than any kiss either of them had ever shared with another person. Things were finally falling into place and they couldn't wait to see what the future would hold. Jimin was so happy to finally have her by his side and she didn't want it any other way.

[goingtosueyou]

Can you write a oneshot of Jikook where Jimin gets confessed backstage at an award show by a male idol, you can be creative whit JK’s reaction but let’s say that it’s something usual for Jimin but this time JK had it.

I hope you like it, Nonnie!

Everyone’s happiness was flooding theentire place and Jungkook smiled at the image of his hyungs fighting for themany awards they just received. It was the playful type of bickering becauseeveryone was enthusiastic to post selfies with the four items that just hadbeen added to their well-deserved collection.

It was always flattering to have yourwork rewarded but truth to be told, the maknae wasn’t fond of this kind ofevents. Sure, he was usually very loud and energetic but that was only becausehe was feeling safe around his hyungs; during award shows it was not the same.He felt intimidated by the multitude of people, by everyone’s eyes of him, bythe way his hyungs were greeting and stopping to talk to a lot of other idols.Things were a lot more pleasant backstage and that was where they were, readyto go on stage and perform in less than half an hour. There were a few moregroups with them and Jungkook felt a bit lost so he began to look around forhis boyfriend.

Jimin was a social butterfly so itwasn’t rare that he would disappear during events, busy to meet people and takeas many pictures as possible. The younger couldn’t blame the idols who claimedto have his boyfriend as their bias but he had to push the jealousy he wasfeeling to the back of his mind whenever someone peppered him with compliments.Jimin was a very affectionate person so he would cling on their arms, hug themand offer them his sweetest squeaky chuckles which only caused for Jungkook’sstomach to turn upside down.

His eyes found the blond head withease and he began to walk towards his hyung who was with UP10TION’s Jinhoo.They were both ’95 liners so they were pretty familiar with each other but thistime the atmosphere was a bit different. They were pretty far from the othersand Jimin looked flustered as the other talked, offering him the most dazzlingsmile. Jungkook arrived in time to find a part of the conversation:

“I am truly fond of you.” Blood beganboiling inside the maknae’s veins at the sudden confessions and it only gotworse when he heard his boyfriend giggle loudly.

“I’m fond of you too.” A hug wouldhave followed if Jinhoo wouldn’t have stopped the other.

“No, I mean I like you.”

It wasn’t the first time somethinglike this would happen so neither of them was taken by surprise. A lot of idolswere gay or bisexual, even if they kept it away from the public eye and theirrelationships were hidden behind fan service and rumours. Jimin couldn’tunderstand why people he barely knew became so attached to him but he feltthankful for everyone’s kind words of admiration.

BigHit decided their relationshipshould stay hidden – that way they won’t risk destroying their image so no oneoutside BTS and their close family knew what was really going on between them.It was hurtful to know people couldn’t accept your love for your partner butthey couldn’t risk all those years of hard work.

It has been a matter of seconds untilJimin spotted Jungkook and his eyes darted all over his hardened features. Theyounger had a hard time hiding his possessiveness and this time he chose to gonext to his hyung, ignoring the uncomfortable position he was placing Jinhooin. His arm sneaked around the other’s lower back.

“We should get ready for theperformance.” He was acting impolitely, ignoring the appellatives he shouldhave called the boys in front of him because he was afraid he might explode.

“I’ll come in a moment.” Jimin pulledaway from his touch. “Go ahead.”

“Jimin.” Jungkook’s voice was low andharsh but the shorter man didn’t feel threatened by it, instead he shooed itsowner away, knowing he couldn’t postpone the conversation that was about tohappen.

Betrayed was a small word compared towhat the maknae was feeling. He ignored Taehyung’s attempts to cheer him up,his mind going crazy with possibilities. He was curious what those two weretalking. Was Jimin going to – No.Jimin loved him and no one else; they have been together for more than twoyears, after all.

Jungkook couldn’t remember how theperformance went and everything that happened afterwards was blurry. He calmeddown but it was not any better because he was now feeling a kind of anger thatwas a lot more hurtful now that it was burning smouldering. Namjoon sensed thetension between them and decided to take the members out of the changing room,offering them space. Jimin was absolutely exhausted but he was the one to makethe first step, by sitting next to the other on a chair.

“Hey.” His greeting was ignored. “What’s the matter, baby?” His hand reachedfor familiar chestnut strands and his lips let a loud gasp escape as soon asthe other jumped back like burnt.

“Don’t touch me.” The words werefilled with venom and Jimin could barely believe his eyes. Jungkook’s beautifulface was marred by rage, his doe eyes darkened.

“Is it because of Jinhoo?” Itobviously was because the next minute was filled with silence and the blond letout a long sigh, unsure of how he was supposed to react. He knew his Kookiewould sometimes feel insecure, he knew he wanted them to stay stuck to eachother all the time but that was nearly impossible. This Jungkook reminded himof the 15 years old Jungkook who would say hurtful things just because hedidn’t know how to handle his feelings. “You know I can’t control how otherpeople fell about me.”

Jungkook crossed his arms in front ofhis chest protectively.  

“Maybe if you wouldn’t act like a...”The boy’s lips were pressed in a tight line as soon as he realised heoverstepped and the elder’s jaw fell at the presumption.

“Like what?” Jimin whispered, gettingon his feet. “Like a whore?” Pressure inside his chest made it hard to breatheand it only got worse as soon as he realised his boyfriend wasn’t going toapologise. He was ready to leave the room when long fingers tightened aroundhis wrist, holding him in place.

“I never said that. You’re just... Whydon’t you stop acting like –” Jimin frowned and as soon as their eyes met hesaw all the younger boy’s confidence crumbling. “Like I’m not here.” If thiswhole talk started with Jungkook being vocal and defensive, his voice was nowreduce to an almost-whisper, the words filled with insecurity.

As strange as it sounded, the manknaewas not the most confident boy in the world and, no matter how much his friendspraised him, that was a thing that could never change. He often felt vulnerable– he didn’t trust his body, he didn’t trust his dance and sometimes not evenhis voice and those were only a few reasons why he couldn’t understand whyJimin accepted to date him. Something pulled at the elder boy’s heart as hiseyebrows furrowed on his forehead.

“Baby –” The pet name held a lot ofaffection and Jungkook would have reached for the other’s comfort if itwouldn’t have been for his blurry vision. That couldn’t happen – not there, notlike this, so he hurried outside the room in order to find Namjoon and ask toride the same car as him. Normally, they would have been in the same one but heneeded space to think. All his anger melted in sadness and he wondered if theknots inside his stomach could ever dissolve.

Jimin protested when he heard thatthey were going to ride separate cars but that got him anywhere. He wished hecould be as happy as his band mates but his happiness was shadowed by the issuehe still needed to solve.

Back at the dorm they had dinnertogether, had a glass of champagne and headed to their bedrooms. Jimin wasthankful for their new bigger place because he could easily talk to hisboyfriend without bothering the others. He knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door afew minutes after taking a shower and changing into comfortable clothes andentered, knowing Jungkook wasn’t going to tell him to come in. The maknae wasdrying his wet hair with a towel and he immediately tensed as his eyes met theintruder.

“I’m going to sleep.” He announcedright away, indicating he wasn’t in the mood for anything else.

“We need to talk.” Jungkook shook hishead.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Jiminhated the facade the younger was putting on display so he sighed and closed thedoor behind him. He wasn’t going to leave before things were better betweenthem.

“Please tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me, can’t youjust leave me alone? I’m tired!” Jimin sat on the bed and buried his face inhis hands but didn’t move an inch. “What do you want to hear? That I’m sick andtired of you always leaving my side? Of you hugging other people and blowingkisses and flirting?”

“Those things don’t mean a thing.” Theblond’s voice was small as he spoke.

“But it still hurts! It hurts and itmakes me feel anxious!” Jungkook took a big breath and closed his eyes, tryingto ignore the tears burning under his eyelids. He was hoping he could end theday without crying but the tiredness was catching up with him.

Jimin bit on his lower lip. He knewKookie was a jealous boy and he enjoyed his reactions but he had no idea how affectedhe really was. He got up from the bed and approached the maknae, wrapping hisarms around the taller body as soon as he was close enough. He felt hesitation.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “They don’tmean anything to me.”

“I know, I just –” The sentence wascut midway because a knot settled in his throat.

“I love you, bun.” Jimin said, holdinghim close. “No one else.”

Jungkook nodded, feeling silly andsomehow they ended on the bed, their bodies still pressed together. Theyounger’s nose was buried into his boyfriend’s clavicle and his eyes wereclosed, feeling the endless gentleness of fingers rubbing his back.

“I’ll do better from now on.” Jiminpromised and kissed the brown hair in front of him. Jungkook let out a longsigh and pulled away for a second before changing his position so their mouthscould meet. The kiss was slow and filled with love, their tongues lazilybrushing against each other, searching the familiar taste. Jungkook lovedkissing so he initiated a long make-out session, moaning gently when he felt Jimin’sleg sliding in between his.

“Hyung –”

The elder giggled at the whine andplaced a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” Strong arms pulledthe smaller boy closer as they melted in a mess of tangled limbs and fast heartbeats.

[storytimewithsapphire]

Love is Ludicrous 003

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 2577 Words

“Jimin Park being the ultimate definition of fuckboy along with his friends Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon. Upon one of his best friends getting married, he’ll have to deal with consequences also known as Y/N.”

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Her heels hit against the wooden flooring of the hallway, Y/N hadn’t visited her since she came back from her shoot in Paris three months ago.

“No don’t worry about it, money issues can happen” She heard her sister speak just as she opened the front door.

Y/N followed the sound of her sister’s voice, “Okay I’ll talk to you later” she stated before hastily ending the call.

“Who were you talking to?” Y/N asked putting down the Versace bag she had gotten as a gift from her fashion photographer friend.

“Oh, just him again, nothing important” She sighed tossing her phone to the side before continuing with her breakfast.

Anger bubbled inside of Y/N, how could she talk to someone who hurt her the way he did? “Exactly, he’s nothing to you, you shouldn’t even be talking to a person like him. Gosh, all men are just the same” Y/N stated before grabbing the serving left for her and taking her seat.

“Look Y/N, what happened me, although unfortunate, wasn’t that bad, he’s not a bad person” Her nonchalant tone irked Y/N, “How can you say that the person who asked to marry you only to cheat on you a day before the ceremony isn’t a bad person? They’re all the same, sleazy dogs that want nothing but sex in life. How would you be able to focus on anything else in life?”

Before the elder sister could reply the clicks of the door being unlocked were heard and that could have only meant one thing, their aunt was visiting.

Don’t get them wrong, the adored her but her idealistic were and still are quite drastically old-fashioned. Engaged at 21, Married at 23 and kids before 25 yet there sat Y/N at the age of 24 and still studying.

“Guess what girls, I got some presents for you” She came waltzing, her cat heels clicked against the marble floor. ‘Ah her gifts, what could possibly go wrong this time?’ Y/N thought as she reminisced all the gifts her aunt has given her.

From face creams to her old prom dress, the gifts were endless but so were the problems that came with them. The face creams ended up being expired which cause Y/N to break out furiously on 6th Grade picture day while the prom dress was so old that the straps had snapped off as she was putting them on for the night of the actual prom. The possibilities and problems were endless with their Aunt’s gifts.

Finishing with their breakfast, the three moved to the couch to see exactly what these ‘gifts’ were.

“Look at this amazing gift, I got it blessed so you’d get a life partner very, very soon” Their Aunt spoke as she put the silk scarf around Y/N’s neck. “Seriously? Again with the marriage stuff? I told you guys I don’t want to get married” Y/N took off the scarf placing it on her aunt’s lap.

She stood up ready to leave the unwanted surroundings. “Okay fine don’t think of it as a marriage thing but a gift for your graduation from med school”.

A small smile appeared on Y/N’s face as her aunt placed the scarf around her neck once more. “I should be on the next roster, they’re saying I have one more surgery to assist and then I’ll be able to operate and be a real surgeon” The smile on Y/N’s face was indescribable. To think she was so close to achieving her lifelong goal.

After saying her goodbyes, Y/N walked out of the apartment complex heading to her own apartment. It was only a short distance away, she can easily walk there and back.

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With her hopes of becoming a surgeon only a few moments away, she tucked the scarf around her bag and walked along the sidewalk.

The buzzing in her bag seem to attract her attention, she pulled out her phone to see her photographer friend calling. Although confused as to why he would call now since they’d finish a shoot together not too long ago, she began answering the phone.

“Hey Yoongi” “Hey Y/N, how does my favorite feel about doing a shoot in Italy?” “Italy? Seriously?” “Yes Y/N, seriously. It’s a couples’ photoshoot with a lot of action pictures. What do you say?” “That’s great but sorry Yoongi, I’m not taking up any more assignments. I only did the Paris one to pay for med school. Thanks anyway” “Ah no problem Y/N, I guess I better find someone else”

They ended their goodbyes a gushing wind swept by catching the silky scarf in its path causing it to fall away from Y/N’s bag.

The scarf flew until it hit someone’s face causing them to bump into the person they were walking in front of.

“Watch where you’re going asshole” “Dude chill, it wasn’t my fucking fault” “It fucking was” The brawl continued between the two men causing Y/N to stop and see what the fuss was about.

Seeing one man holding the collar of the other man threateningly, she laid her eyes upon a greenish grey silk scarf that was tossed beside them.

To confirm her suspicions, she looked down to see her scarf missing. Yet another incident caused by a gift from her beloved aunt.

Spinning around she decided to leave the scarf as is knowing that it could have caused much more trouble than it did.

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“Have you guys seen Dr. Jung anywhere?” Y/N spoke as she carried on looking through the roster for her name but like previously, it was nowhere to be found.

She felt someone link arms with her own, looking up to notice her friend of the bubbliest personality next to her.

“Speak of the devil” she spoke as the smile on his face grew, “and the devil appears” he spoke leading them back to the office they had been given when attending the hospital.

“Congrats Hobi, you made it on the list” She spoke hugging the male, the only male she’d ever consider keeping in her life, only because he swung for the opposite gender.

“And you will too Y/N, you just have my surgery left to assist” He pulled back to see the smile painted on Y/N’s face. They had been working for their life-long dream jobs for so long and after many years it seems they are finally coming through.

“Paging Dr. Hoseok Jung to Room 302, Hoseok Jung to Room 302” His pager went off signalling where his patient would be.

“Gosh Y/N I’m so nervous” “Don’t be Hobi, you’ll do great” “Come with me to see the patient?” “Anything for you Hoseok”

Both students made their way to room 302 through the busy hospital hallways. The hospital they had been training at for years was always the busiest due it being one of the biggest hospitals in LA, the most famous people were usually sent here for convenience.

Y/N recognises the sound his voice, it’s the voice she had heard earlier that day.

“Can’t you people see how badly injured I am? I refuse to wait this long” the voice of the said patient had been the guy that had the first punch thrown at when Y/N had turned to see the ruckuses her scarf had caused.

“Don’t worry, local anesthesia will be given to you shortly and you will soon be shifted to the operating theatre” Hoseok spoke, his voice calming Y/N but clearly not the patient. In other words, anesthesia can be used as more than a numbing solution.

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Jungkook approaches the glass doors of the mansion-like apartment, his head hanging low not even noticing the girl running out in a towel that he had bumped into.

“Miss, you forgot your clothes” Taehyung came behind her letting her rush out of the area with her tear-stained face.

“Yah! Jungkook! It’s been a week since we saw you. Want some breakfast?” By the apron adorning the elder’s body, it seems that he must have been preparing breakfast himself and the girl had something to do with Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t have the energy to give the explanation of his shitty attire twice so he decided to ignore Taehyung, not that Tae would have minded, and let it out with the eldest hyung.

“What happened to her?” Jungkook approached the table on the balcony, “Who?” Jimin asked not fazing from his breakfast.

“You know, the one that just left? What did she do?” Jungkook rephrased his question, “At the party, she seemed so sweet and bubbly, just like the ones you keep around for longer. What did she do?” Taehyung asked as he approached the table with slightly overcook scrambled eggs, at least he’s improving.

“Are you kidding me? Like ones I’d keep for longer? Have you not heard her speak?” Taehyung seemed a bit taken aback by the outburst, there are only a few things that could make Jimin burst like that and may the girl had struck the nerve.

“Everything for her was about love and the future. Her future, our future, if we’d fallen in love. Who the hell even believes in love” Jimin saw how Jungkook avoided eye contact after he’d spoke.

“Then again, who am I speaking in front of? Someone who thinks they’ve ‘fallen in love’” Jimin’s voice began to irritate Jungkook, not because he was right but because his future might actually be at risk.

Taehyung noticed the sadness on younger’s face, how the brightness of his doe eyes fell dim. He combed his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, ruffling it slightly.

Taehyung did believe Jungkook had made a mistake, getting married so young but then again, he believed in love and maybe their little Kookie had found love after all.

“How is the Mrs Jeon by the way? How many times did you get to bang her after the reception” Jungkook sighed upon Jimin’s words, that stupid bet was all to blame.

“I haven’t touched her once” “You’re fucking joking right?” Jungkook shook his head no with a child-like aura, though he wishes that he was wrong. “It was that bitch Y/N wasn’t it?” Jimin spoke spiteful of her, despite how attractive she is.

“She made Hana make a fucking bet on our marriage that if I do love her then I can wait another few months without having sex with her and according to Y/N I don’t love Hana at all so of course, I’d want to have sex” Jungkook burst remembering the torturous week he’s had.

“And now my Victoria Secret’s Angle of a wife thinks that we must beat Y/N” Finally Jungkook was able to let out his frustrations, from the teasing touches to the delicious dreams of her that she wouldn’t let come true, it hasn’t been exactly easy to keep this bet.

“That little bitch, can’t get any herself so she plans to ruin the mood of everyone else,” Jimin said, his cutlery not scraping the plate due to his harsh use, “but how do you know she doesn’t have sex Jimin?”

Jimin smirked at the thought, “I know these kinds of girls very well Tae, they look hot but they ain’t shit”

“Don’t worry Kook, I know exactly how Hana can get over this stupid bet” Jimin said with confidence, he whispered something to Taehyung without Jungkook noticing. A simple and fool-proof plan.

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“This is such a stupid plan” Jungkook states as he pulls and tugs at the fake bandages wrapped around his forehead, perks of an actor as a best friend.

“Just shut up and go with it” Taehyung’s voices to Jungkook as Jimin leads him to the door threshold.

“What happened to him?” Hana yelps as she hurries herself over to Jungkook, cradling his face as if it were a child.

“Well Hana, long story short. Jungkook here got in an accident and now has amnesia” Jimin explained as he sat Jungkook down on a nearby couch. By the looks of it, his plan seems to be working.

“Amnesia? Does that mean he doesn’t remember me?” Hana panicked maintaining eye contact with Jungkook seeing if there were any signs of him remembering their past.

“I’m afraid not, but he can. All you have to do is keep him as close as possible to you, make him remember what it was like when you both fell in love, make him remember all the intimate moments you've had together” Taehyung pulled out all his acting skills to make it as convincible as possible.

Jungkook though hadn’t spoken a word, on one hand, this could actually work and he would just play off the amnesia just like Tae had taught him or this could all go horribly wrong and he’d be back to square one.

Jimin cleared his throat letting Tae and Jungkook know the plan had succeeded. “Why don’t you start catching him up on everything, we’ll just make our way out” Jimin spoke before hurrying Taehyung towards the door only to bump into the one and only. Y/N.

“Why are you two here? And what the fuck happened to him?” Y/N questioned examining the bandages on Jungkook, it was clearly fake and done by an amateur.

“He uh… Got in an accident and um… Has uh… Am... Amenorrhoea?” Taehyung stuttered clearly frightened by Y/N’s presence, “Amnesia, he has fucking amnesia okay? We should leave him to rest” Jimin states trying to hurry Tae and Y/N out but Y/N was quick to slap his hand away.

“Oh, Amnesia? Which type?” Y/N questions catching their lie in its tracks, “Um… the one where you can’t remember stuff” Taehyung tries but to no avail.

“Bloody fakes, willing to do anything to get what you want” Y/N stated eyeing each of the three as they admit to their defeat.

“You’re all the same, lying little fuckboys” Y/N speaks only to be confronted with the space between Jimin and herself being closed.

The tension was thick, you would’ve been able to hear a pin if it dropped. Jimin’s heated breath not only flustering her but attracting her curiosity, what would his plump lips actually feel like?

However, all thoughts escape her as soon as he speaks. “Do you really want to know what fuckboys are like?” he tempted inching closer to Y/N.

“I did not come here to be insulted like this Hana” Y/N speaks before storming out, leaving a tempered yet slightly aroused Jimin behind with his friends who were too afraid to speak.

“No Y/N don’t leave” Hana yelled out leaving Jungkook’s side but it was too late, Y/N had already climbed into her car and speed away.

“She was right about you all along” Hana exclaimed before running back inside the house.

“Forget about her Kook, we have other things to do”

[scoundrels-in-love]

Rainy recommends Kdramas

So I was slightly encouraged to make a kdrama rec list and, of course, I went overboard and went and wrote a long-ass list, but if it helps even one person, I will be happy. Besides, it’s excuse for me to rant about dramas I love and you know I can’t pass that up.

This list will be divided in multiple parts because I am a troubled watched. The titles will explain. (Genres I’ve written as per my opinion and are listed in alphabetic order cause I can’t decide how to do it otherwise, and dramas are too.) I also stopped added humor genre because most of these dramas have a fair share of humor and kept the tag only for the ones that felt purposely humor-made.

Disclaimer: This list is purely my opinion and I will not fight anyone who dislikes any drama listed here and I hope you will not fight with me. Or unfollow me. #awkward laughter. Also let it be noted I have at least one issue with each of these dramas, I do not proclaim anything perfect.

And now, finally, onto actual fic rec list, under the cut.

Kdramas I’ve 100% watched

Goblin Drama - Fantasy - Romance There seems to be only people who love it to pieces or quite profoundly dislike it. Obviously, I belong to the first group. It’s a visually stunning story that draws you in, makes you laugh your heart out and then sets it on fire. I tagged this as drama for a reason! In a way, it’s story of humankind, both at its worst and best. It’s a story of 300+ year old men being total adorable dorks. Of love and friendships that can be lost in twists of fate, but transcend a lifetime. It comes with 2 OTPs and no love triangles in conventional sense, OST that might blow your mind in best way and cinematography that takes breath away. Beware if your squick is visual age difference, though!! If not, watch away and beware: (lots of) tears may be shed.

Go Ho’s Starry Night Office Romance - Romance - Slice of Life A short and lovely watch that may surprise you. It tears into such topics as sexism, bigotry, prejudices and others, while not being too in your face about it.  As I once said,  It has all the good things of romcoms, but somehow pretty much deals with the fallout what would come with one. What’s more, it appeals to my love of jerks with heart of gold trope, in most pleasant way. Entertaining fun that isn’t all empty.

Hello Monster / I Remember You Crime - Family - Drama - Romance Though I added romance tag, this is just a side factor in grand scheme of things, though it does not feel forced and is emotionally satisfying. This is story of mistakes, of losing and finding what matters, of situations where there is no right answer. One of my greatest draws to this series was the acting, especially by three important men. Psychos that are so charismatic it hurts. Ambiguous good guys. All that good stuff.

It’s Okay, That’s Love Drama - Medical (sort of) - Psychological - Romance It’s not spoken of much and I feel the need to always rectify that, because while it might not be the most accurate portrayal of mental health care or even these issues, for me, while it might end up brushing over the end of some plot points a little too easily, there were many things that screamed deep and personal to me, that made me cry again and again as I stayed up till 5am to watch the final episodes because I could not stop anymore. Perhaps it’s one of those hits-one-in-a-hundred watch, but do give it a try, move past the eyeroll of first episodes and the male lead you may dislike (or female). What’s more, the acting is amazing and it’s chockfull with lovable side characters that have/create great and meaningful relationships and friendships.

Kill Me, Heal Me Drama -  Psychological - Romance What can I say, this drama is an experience on its own. It may lack in psychological accuracy and the female lead may seem like a screeching harpy at the start, but overall it’s very emotional ride with amazing acting and made me feel and cry quite a bit. At one point, if certain song came on, I knew I’d probably cry! But it’s not all sadness and gloom, in fact there’s so much humor and funny moments they’re brought up through drama cracks years later. And the male lead’s acting may just floor you. 7 (!) different characters and they all truly feel different, grow and change subtly.

Shopping King Louis Humor - Romance - Slice of Life Definitely a feel-good watch of chaebol (rich heir) and girl from countryside living in the capital and navigating the difficulties together. It’s cute, wacky and all around adorable, until it suddenly makes you quiver lip a little. It’s easy, sugary brain food and sometimes we need just that. (+ Male lead is played by same actor as in Hello Monster and the vast differences between characters are likely to wow you.)

Splash Splash Love Fantasy - Historical - Romance -  Time Travel If you want to spend 2 hours with easy, lovable watch, this may just be your thing. I heard a lot of positive feedback about it and thought it couldn’t be that great, but somehow it was! Pretty costumes? Check. Time Traveling? Check. Modern gadget shenanigans in historical era? Check. Sweet and troubled love? Check. Happy ending? Check. Don’t expect it to answer all your questions, it won’t, but face value of it is still worth it!

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo College/High School  - Romance  - Slice of Life My first drama and I would suggest it as first to watch for others, too. While the humor and even the characters may make you roll your eyes sometime, the theme of growing up and dealing with new and old wounds is handled with love and wiseness of heart. The eventual couple is amazing sorta enemies to friends to lovers trope embodiment and absolutely adorable. It’s a feel-good watch, until angst comes and smacks you in the face, and then you’re crying and healing along with the characters. The acting is excellent, it’s visually beautiful and there’s something charming about it. Give it a try, even if slice of life and college content isn’t your cup of tea. They aren’t mine either.

Kdramas I’ve not 100% finished, but I have watched most of it + finished with gifs, meta and clips and am still absolutely recommending and 100% plan to finish when I am emotionally and physically capable

20th Century Boy and Girl Friendship - Romance  - Slice of Life A drama lot of people ‘slept’ on because it was so quiet and subtle in some ways, and perhaps the writer was not quite sure what to do with it in the end, stretching some things far too long and not even delivering an upgrade, but... Somehow, I like(d) it a lot. So, so, so much. The female friendship of it made my heart soar, the gently blossoming romances made me physically grin so much it hurt and there were so many good, unusual dynamics about it you don’t usually see in a kdrama. If you’re in for a boat ride down a beautiful, slow and wide river where sometimes there’s a sudden bump with group of wonderful friends, this may be drama for you.

Because This is My First Life Friendship - Subtle Drama - Romance - Slice of Life Another girl friendship story. Well, it’s not just about girl friendship, but without it, the story wouldn’t be half of what it was. For me, this drama hit a lot personal spots, with our girls who are 30, but are still looking for their way in life and getting lost and finding themselves. It’s gentle, painful and reassuring all at once, there are tropes and then they’re flipped on the head in most amazing ways. The romance is slow and strange and pretty much wonderful. Maybe the characterization suffers a little in the end, but overall, I think when I do finish it, I will be satisfied and moved and feel like it was fitting conclusion for characters whose stories are in quite unique. And by this, I don’t mean just our main couple, but essentially the whole supporting cast, even rather minor characters!

School 2017 Friendship - High School - Romance - Slice of Life I am not one for high school stuff, and I don’t know when I will properly watch and finish this, but I do know I want to. Why? Because it gives me lovely characters with issues both on the superficial and deep level, fitting and transcending age group the characters are in. It’s well acted and has lovely friendships, a cute romance that is right up my alley, as it’s boy goes from fight me @ world to smitten kitten for his girl and also a lovely story of finding yourself as you grow up.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon Fantasy/Superpowers - Humor - Romance This is a problematic favorite of mine, personally.  You won’t stick with this drama for plot, but you may for an OTP that consists of kookie, super strong girl and rich CEO who hires her to be his bodyguard because he’s already 10 feet in love with her despite his denial. It’s the ‘powerful women and pretty boys who would die for them’ trope incarnate, the heartgame is so strong you feel it through the screen. And yes, there are issues with side characters, with consistency, too many jokes about pee and so forth, but if you want any of what’s mentioned above + some feels, this may be for you.

Suspicious Partner Crime - Romance This drama may have benefited from being few episodes shorter and better pacing of romantic and crime story lines, but overall, it’s one that’s likely to draw you in and feel for the characters. It’s not just the main couple that are straight up adorable, especially when they can get beyond that I’m distancing/hiding things for your safety/happiness point, but plenty of interesting side characters with meaningful relationships and stories to tell. Besides, the acting’s wonderful and Ji Wook is one of most likable and considerate male leads (other than hiding things aspect) I’ve ever seen in kdrama (or anywhere). His confession speech is just, #swoon.

While You Were Sleeping Crime - Fantasy - Romance It’s a drama that started strong and then puttered out some, but if you’re in for a story that once again asks questions ‘what would you do if you saw future’ and gives it’s own kind of answers, this may be for you. It’s got interesting characters, cute romance and lovely friendships are made along the way, as they struggle with some truly difficult problems of morality and otherwise.

Things I have started, kept up with via media and have mixed feelings about, but still kind of am fascinated by, so I suggest you give them a try

Black (tagged on my blog as OCN Black so there’s no mistags) Crime - Fantasy - Romance (??) Personal Status - Unfinished, plan to finish It’s a wild mess, but intriguing one. I did not get further than 4 eps yet, but I do plan to try. The acting is pretty good, the story’s very twisted and I have heard mixed reactions to the way its solved, but it strays so far from anything I’ve ever watched I can’t help but be kind of drawn to it. It’s got tons of gory and/or disgusting moments, though, as its humor kind of rides on that, so be warned.

Tomorrow With You Drama - Time Travel - Psychological - Romance Personal Status - Unfinished, but plan to finish This one is a strange one, because it’s slow and with awkward push and pull dynamics, but and at the same time, that’s what makes it so real it hurts. You might want to punch some senses in characters at times, but that’s how we just are, especially if we are as troubled and traumatized as our leads. It’s a story of learning, growing as a person and healing and perhaps, if it was that, I’d be done with it and added it to the bottom list, but the eventual crime aspect felt jarring to me and I got frustrated with that story line and lost part of confidence my questions could be answered and whole drama wrapped up well. It’s just so emotionally and psychologically meaty and good otherwise, I am afraid to head into disappointment. But one day, I will wrap it up and judge for myself. W / W of Two Worlds Drama - Fantasy - Romance Personal Status - Unfinished, plan to finish Perhaps the one drama I ruined watching of to myself because of spoilers and now I can’t bear to watch the rest, unsure if I will be part of love or hate group (another one to divide the followers very deeply). What I can say, though, is that I loved the start of it, it really doesn’t hesitate to surprise you and make you think, especially if you are any sort of content creator. Very likely to make you Feel at some point.

Kdramas I plan to watch, but already love because of meta, clips and other content I’ve seen

Fight For My Way Friendship - Romance - Slice of Life Hwayugi Fantasy - Romance

Just Between Lovers Drama - Psychological - Romance - Slice of Life

I can’t say much about any of these, but at the same time, I feel like there’s lot to be said. Especially about Just Between Lovers, which, so far, appears to be the top tier Drama drama, with traumatized characters, profound storytelling and a way to both wrap you up in warmth and devastate you.

Kdramas that I’ve heard a lot of good about/have been recommended to me/I may be planning to watch

Age of Youth 1 and 2 - Another Miss Oh - Bring it on, Ghost - Cheese in Trap - Chicago Typewriter - Coffee Prince - Descendants of the Sun - Go Back Couple - Healer - My Love From Another Star - Pinocchio - Reply series - Save Me - Signal - The K2

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Flip The Switch {Lee Minhyuk} ~Happy One Month~

Prompt:  probably a shitty idea but soft bby minhyuk gets upset that you went out with some old guy friends and decides it's his turn to dominate you

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: spanking, 

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

**I took Minhyuk and went left...he’s vv dom,,,

"Minhyuk, if you don't want me to go I won't," I finally spoke up after hearing my boyfriend sigh very loudly for the third time since I had started to get ready, ten minutes ago. "I'll just call Jungkook and tell him to tell Yugyeom I was sick or something, it's not big deal." I shrugged, plopping down on the edge of the bed, half dressed. I couldn't find my favorite white sweater I always wear with the skirt I had on, it matched so well with my brown boots.

"No!" He jumps, body tumbling into the room, "I mean, no, you can't cancel your plans," He coughs, shaking his head, hands wiping imaginary dust from his body as if he had just fallen. "I'll be fine!" He waves, "Promise," He quickly pecks my lips and turns before hurrying out the door. I shrug and hope off the bed again, slumping my shoulders as I set off to find my white sweater again.

"Minhyuk!" I call sticking my head out the bedroom door, "Have you seen my white sweater?" I ask after five more minutes of searching and failing to find it, "I can't find it anywhere!" I whine, stomping my foot. "Kookie said he's going to be here in fifteen minutes and I haven't even combed my hair!"

"It's on top of the dryer!" Minhyuk finally calls back and I march down toward the laundry room, pumping my fist when the sweater is indeed on top of the dryer neatly folded and warm. "I washed and dried it for you, I knew you'd want to wear it when you pulled out your black skirt last night," I jump, turning to find a smiling Minhyuk in the doorway, "Also, Jungkook said he'd be here in ten minutes, so you better hurry," He leans forward and pecks my lips before hurrying off once more. I shake it off and tug on the sweater, tucking it into my skirt, I pull at it to give it that muffin top look and rush to the bathroom, smiling, satisfied with the way I looked. I grab my toothbrush and wet the brush, squirting toothpaste onto the brush, before wetting it again. I stick it in my mouth and rush toward my bedroom, tugging on my brown boots. "Don't hurt yourself in there," Minhyuk's laughter rings throughout the apartment and I would've laughed if I hadn't been brushing my teeth, so instead I run to the living room, giving him a thumbs up before racing back toward the bathroom, spitting out the excess bubbles and spit. I rinse my toothbrush and brush my teeth once more, cupping a handful of water to my mouth before spitting it out. I put my toothbrush back in its holder and smile, nodding as my teeth basically sparkle under the lights of the bathroom. I hear my phone ring, and I walk back toward the bedroom, smiling when Jungkook's name flashes across the screen.

"Hi, hello, yes I am ready." I giggle through the phone, Jungkook laughing along with me, "Where are we going?" I ask grabbing a shoulder bag before walking toward the door, quickly exiting the room.

"Well, since we're all legal, I was thinking about that new bar that they just built downtown?"

"You've been legal, this must be Yugyeom's doing." I shake my head, picking up my keys,

"Yeah, it was me!" I hear Yugyeom in the background and I roll my eyes,

"Anyway, we're outside. Hurry!" Before I can respond he hangs up the phone and I shrug, tossing the device into my purse.

"Okay, they're outside." I bend over so I'm in Minhyuk's face and I pepper his lips with kisses, "I love you," I walk toward the door, "I'll be back around, 1 maybe 2, don't wait up for me." I grab my copy of the house keys and wave goodbye before walking out the door, not missing the sad look on Minhyuk's face, "Are you sure-"

"I'm sure!" He smiles with a simple shrug, "'Go! Have fun, I'll be here when you get back." He stands up and walks toward the door, leaning against it, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He kisses my temper and with that sends me on my way.

"Are you going to sit there and pout all night?" Jungkook slurs, plopping down on the bar stool beside me, "Because if so I wouldn't have paid for your way in," He childishly sticks his tongue at me and shakes his head back and forth. "Gyeomie!" He waves Yugyeom down, "Y/N's being a party popper," Both men pout at me and I roll my eyes,

"I'm just worried about Minhyuk, he seemed off when I left, I should call and check in on him," I pull my phone out and as soon as it's in sight, it's snatched from my hand. "Kookie!" I reach for the phone but he hands it to Yugyeom who puts it in his back pocket,

"You get this back at the end of the night, Minhyuk is a grown up, he can take care of himself," Yugyeom reassures me and taps Jungkook who spins on the bar stool and waves the bartender over, ordering double shots of vodka for the three of us.

"Yeah! So until the end of the night, let loose, take some shots, have fun!"

Unfortunately, that was the last thing I remembered, quickly losing myself as the night went on. I took shot after shot, the night disappearing like the liquids in the shot glasses that were filled to the brims.

"Good morning, Minnie," I yawn, rubbing my eyes as I waddled into the living room.

"Did you have fun last night?" Minhyuk asks, turning off the television,"I would have asked you last night but you were so fucked up, you couldn't even talk right." His jaw locks and his words surprise me, my eyes widening as I watch him, frozen in my spot. "Do you even remember anything about last night?" I shake my head no, jumping when he chuckles, also shaking his head. "Interesting. You know what time you came in last night?" I shake my head no again, feeling small under his glare. "Do you remember throwing up for hours? Do you remember me having to change your clothes three times because they were covered in vomit?" I look down and shake my head again, beginning to play with my fingers. "Oh, I didn't mean to make you feel bad princess, come here." He pats his lap and my feet shuffle toward him, slowly sitting on his knee. "But you do know what you did last night is unforgivable, right? I don't ever want to see you that drunk again," He frowns, caressing my thigh, his other hand on the small part of my back. "It's not a pretty look on my kitten," I chew on my bottom lip his nicknames doing nothing but making me hot and bothered. He hand moves from my thigh and his fingers hook under my chin, lifting my head so his eyes can meet mine. "I have to punish you baby girl, that's what happens when you misbehave." He whispers, his fingers grabbing my chin, puckering up my lips, "The only question is how?" He cocks his head to the side, and his eyes scan my shuddering form, "Ah! Bend over the back of the couch, pants down. Now!" I scamper up from his lap, and quickly move to bend over the back of the couch excited about him taking charge for the first time.

"Minhyuk, what are you going to do?" I  push the sweats I wore down to my ankles, only noticing I wasn't wearing panties when the cool air hitting my wet slit. My eyes follow him until he's standing behind me,

"What does it look like I'm going to do," He looks unsure for a second before his features are set in stone once again, "I'm going to spank this pretty little ass," He growls, both his hands groping my ass, jiggling each cheek, with a small giggle. "Do you want me to spank you? You've never gotten a spanking before," He murmurs, and runs a hand up my spine, "Do you think you could take a spanking?" I feel him against my ass, one of his dipping down to run along my slit, his other hand coming up to wrap around my throat, teasingly applying pressure. "You're so wet," He comments, "Are you this wet because I said I was going to spank you?" I don't respond, my senses feeling overwhelmed as he continued to run his fingers up and down my slick slit, he hand tightening and loosening its grip on my throat, my knees buckling at the small giggle he lets out when he notices the way I react to him, whiny whimpers falling from my lips. "Answer me kitten, is your pussy this wet because I said I was going to spank you?" His hot fans against my ear and when I don't immediately answer he smacks my clit. My thighs clench around his hand, teeth tightly clenching,

"Fuck Minhyuk!" I groan, rolling my head, "Yes! I'm wet because you said you were going to spank me," I quickly answer too scared that he'd smack my clit again, instead he kicks my legs apart and removes his hand from my cores, his juice soaked digits running over my ass.

"See? All you had to do was be a good girl and answer," He stands up straight and he cups my ass again, giggling as he jiggles it. "How many do you think you need?" He hums, stopping his fun, "Ten? Ten, sounds like a good number for the first time," He gets out of his own thoughts and squeezes my ass, "How's it sound to you baby? You think ten is good and reasonable for your first offense?" I quickly nod, breath hitching when he sighs. "Now, I want you to count them, okay baby?" I nod again, fingers gripping the back of the couch. "Ready?" He takes a step back and I look over my shoulder, watching his hand cock back, his eyes darkening as he strikes my ass.

"One!" I screech, body tensing in pain. "Fuck, that hurt," I humorlessly chuckle, getting no time to rest before he smacks my ass again, his brow quirked when he doesn't hear me count, "Two." I seethe, fingers gripping the couch harder, my knuckles actually turning white as my ass begun to sting.

"Good girl,"  He hits my other ass cheek, "That's for coming in at four in the morning," I count the strike, head hanging, my body already exhausted. Another strike, "That's for coming home shitfaced, barely able to walk or talk,"

"Four," Despite the pain, I could feel my wetness slick my thighs, my clit throbbing in anticipation.

"Hhmm, you're dripping," He cups my heat and without warning, slaps my slit again, my thighs tensing around his hand again, screeching out the number of the hit. "I guess I should've taken charge a long while ago, you're honestly always doing shit that pisses me off," Another smack to my pussy, this time harder than any of the rest.

"Fuck Minnie!" My body lurches forward, tears brimming my eyes,

"Count the hit," He says through clenched teeth, "Count the hit or I start again..."

"Six, six, it's six!"

"Good girl," He giggles before slapping my slit again, this time softer. "I think that's enough spankings on that pretty pussy of yours, I don't want it to be too sore before I even fuck you."

"Seven," I sigh, my body relaxing, as it seems he's given up on the last three hits. My mistake because as soon as I went to open my mouth again he delivered a quick three smacks on my right ass cheek. "Eight, nine, ten," I say through clenched teeth, feeling a thin layer of sweat forming on my skin, the pain only making me wetter.

"Ten spankings isn't nearly enough if I were you I'd stay out of trouble, I'm thinking about getting one of those floggers." His fingers massaged my sore skin, his lips placing wet, heated kisses up my spine. "Hmm, you're so wet, are you ready for my cock, kitten?" I nod,

"Yes Minnie, please fuck me," I rasp, pushing my ass toward him,

"Since you asked so nicely, that's exactly what I'll do." His body leaves mine and it leaves me shaking in anticipation. I hear him shuffling behind me and I have to stifle a giggle when I hear him muttering curses under his breath. His hand is shortly grabbing my hips, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock through my folds. "Ready?" Instead of answering his question with words, I slam myself back onto him. "Dammit," I lift myself off the couch, nails digging into the leather as Minhyuk picks up his own pace. My ass begins to sting from the severity of his thrusts, tears brimming my eyes again as my body tenses at the pleasure. "Relax baby," Minhyuk grunts into my ear, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing lazy circles over the bundle of nerves. His touch immediately relaxes my body. I push myself against him, melting into his body. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock," He nips at my earlobe, fingers now rubbing tight circles on my clits, his thrusts slowing a little, all signs he was close. "I'm gonna fill this little pussy with my cum," His teeth graze my shoulder, clamping down where he found fit. He lets his tongue soothe the stinging skin, his hips slamming against my ass, pausing, as he released his seed inside of me. My body thrashes against his as his fingers push and pull me over the edge.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" I push myself back against mine, while also grinding against his fingers. "Minhyuk," I chant, until my body's quaking under his touch and I literally have to push his hand away. Minhyuk pulls out and I hear more shuffling and then he's leaning over my body, his lips pouting against my ear,

"You're a mess hun," He laughs, leaving me hunched over the couch, fucked, used and filled with his seed.

[inqshead]

no vacancy.

i was texting with katy when nojus came back. his hair was soaking wet and he tried to dry it with a white towel looking fine. he wore black pants to a tight black shirt with white socks and such a stunning smile. his cheeks were red and his lashes wet. i didn’t think nor hesitate, just spoke out what came to my mind. ,,are you okay?’’  nojus blinked surprised. ,,um yes. gonna grab the tea. any wishes?’‘ i lay on my belly, holding my head with my hands and tilted it sidewards. ,,surprise me.’‘ my heart missed a beat like omG. i mean, it got way more easy and honestly i couldn’t remember why i had been afraid. talking to him wasn’t difficult, it never was this comfortable with anyone else, even sava. yes, i still had a dying heart and my breath would go heavy or fast when he did certain things,, but i started enjoying those butterflies in my tummy and head and heart and just basically everywhere else. right now they tried to kill me. nojus smiled, threw that towel on his chair and left the room. i sighed really loud and long. gods. what happened to me?! when i opened my eyes and mumbled that this was a mess, in my tongue, i realized that nojus was back. ,,huh?’‘ that was fast. ,,i just wanted to add: don’t break anything and don’t delete the picture on your instagram.’‘ then the door closed and i was all alone again. what did just happen and who the fuck did he think he was? to calm my strange feels down, i decided to watch ‘(insert idol name) cute compilation’. at some point, when someone chewed a whole fortune kookie without taking out the paper first, i had to sit up crosslegged, couldn’t stop laughing and gave little ‘omgomgomgomg’s from me. ,,what’s with those sounds again?’‘ i screamed and jumped up to my feet, holding my hands up to fight. nojus stood in front of the door, an old fashioned jade-colored tray in his hands. i smelled cookies. i let my hands sink down. ,,oh.’’ we just stared at each other. ,,sorry.’’ still staring. ,,i have cookies.’’ ,,gimme.’’ we sat down on his bed. he leaned on the end with the pillows and i sat vis-à-vis. the tray between us. the tea smelled like heaven. it was warm, but not too hot. the cookies were soo delicious i nearly fainted. and for the first time in a while, i was hungry. and i thought of sava. it made me go insane that it would take so long until i could finally talk with him. i wanted the time to fly away, so that i could find out why he did what he did. on the other hand i wanted time to stop. i needed more time with nojus. speaking of him, i was so lost in thought, that i hadn’t realized he was talking to me. ,,- my girlfriend-’‘ i teared my eyes open. ,,your what?!’‘ omomomg nononono my world. oh no my world just fucking collapsed. nothing worked. i was going to die, about to jump down from his balcony. he laughed. he freaking laughed. ,,see, you only listen when i say such stuff!’‘ his laugh was so precious, it immediately cured my anxiety and selfdoubts. i still couldn’t move, until he added. ,,that was a lie ty.’‘ ,,you-how dare you.’‘ he continued laughing, while i wasn’t able to believe how mischievous he was. (how could i ever think he was a serious person, when he just cared so much and laughed, and made fun of me) my mouth was wide open and he didn’t even think of stopping. nojus hold his belly and had tears in his eyes. out of breath he said: ,,you really believed i had a girlfriend! hhaha.’‘ ,,ey! how dare you laughing!’‘ i don’t know why, but i was so caught in this moment that i started tickling him. i sat half on him and yes i realized that, but i had everything under control until he grabbed both my wrists and changed positons. nojus sat right on me held my arms besides my head. okay i won’t lie. this was intense. and i hoped he’d kiss me. his eyes seemed lost in a chaos whose whole extent i’d never be able to catch. not like sava, whose soul was drunk by the thought of love, a fruit he forbid himself to taste. thinking of sava. my blood started boiling and everything screamed no. nojus leaned down. he wasn’t heavy. when he looked me in the eye and i could feel his warm breath like a soft summer brease on my skin, i jumped throughout the times and suddenly nojus’ brown hair turned black and those blue diamonds changed places with grey souleaters. my breathing turned so fast that i barely could hold it under control. ,,you know, i’m a curious person.’‘ his voice sounded dark and heavy. if not sexy. raspy kinda. full of secrets. ,,so, how comes you won’t answer when i ask what happened that you had to make those squeaky sounds. don’t tell me it’s slime again. i think highly of you, so please don’t destroy that.’‘ slowly the world started to break into pieces. the grey turned into a blue that took my heart by storm. the beaten black changed to soft brown hair. his face wasn’t that close no longer. nojus. this was nojus. not sava. that one was thousands of miles away from here. although it felt as if nojus was too. he hadn’t kissed me. i was confused. my heart bled out. but i felt also somehow relieved. ,,oh. ooh. no it was a guy that ate a fortune cookie with the paper still in it not noticing it.’‘ i smiled really dumb when thinking of it, too cute man. ,,are you being serious right now.’‘ i laughed. ,,i guess.’‘ he rolled his eyes, smiling. and wasted not a thought if he should, i dunno, get off of me(?). at least my hands were free now. he interlaced our fingers and played around, made moves and seemed happy. ,,i’m so glad you’re as nice and special as i hoped you were.’‘ i didn’t dare to answer, he wasn’t finished yet looking out of the window and showing me the sharpest jawline on earth. was that some kind of declaration? ,,you know, when i first saw you i was surprised. you looked so interesting, so colorful and so innocent.’‘ oh god. what was we going to say? wait. he thought something like that, about someone like me?! bruh no way. ,,but when you started talking you seemed  so distracted and, i dunno, so disgusted. as if you didn’t like how deteriorated it is here compared to your rich home country. and that made me...not necessarilay angry, but sad. disappointed. i thought there would be more to you. but then you were so thankful, and that made me doubt my opinion. but when i took your order you ignored me again and you didn’t even care about leaving. and then i wanted to help you up and you just ignored me!’‘  disgusted? i was caught in his impact, i had been so lost in the color of his lips and shape of his words. gods, if he knew why i didn’t react or anything... he made me angry. i sat up and he slid off of me. ,,then why did you came down to me, if you didn’t like me or don’t, i don’t know.’‘ we still held hands. ,,because i wanted to know for sure. and it turned out to be a very very good idea. i don’t regret it. you’re as wonderful and extraordinary as i hoped you would be.’‘ i was so stunned. and i just hugged him. i wasn’t afraid. he held me tight, i could barely breathe. ,,i thought you were an arrogant asshole and i felt so threatened and vulnerable. you have no idea what kind of an intense impact you have. that’s crazy. but i’m so glad that you’re nice to me. i mean, you even made me tea!’‘ he ended the hug. ,,but that’s what people do. caring. don’t your people do that?’‘ i had to laugh. ,,no they don’t.’’ i was like so ready to kiss him. but it felt wrong. not wrong as in you’re-just-a-friend-actually-wrong, but as in i-am-not-sure-if-you’d-want-me-to-i-should-wait-wrong. why would such a wonderful person kiss me? i don’t know anymore what we did after that, but we lay on our backs, his feet at the end with the pillows and mine on the other end. our heads next to each other. we started asking each other questions. the cookies were empty, the tea as well. i was full. the sun didn’t start rising yet. ,,who were the people on the picture earlier?’‘ i’m sure i just made that up, but he sounded kinda envious. ,,uh. katy. she’s a year younger than me. a close friend. and sava. my best friend.’‘ he made a ‘hm’ sound, kind of unsatisfied. ,,how old are you?’‘ ,,eighteen. you?’‘ ,,about to be seventeen. where are you from?’‘ ,,from here. are you in a relationship?’‘ i laughed. ,,me? no. never. no one would want me.’‘ i knew that was wrong. at least kinda. sava proved me wrong. and maybe nojus as well. i didn’t dare asking him. and i started feeling sleepy. ,,i guess i have to go now. i’m really tired.’‘ he tilted his head until we could look at each other. he seemed half asleep as well. the moon shone inside by that time. it was an act of light and shadow, that wandered all over his face. he was so unbelievable gorgeous and i could’ve looked at him forever. ,,okay. i’ll come with you. just a sec. what are you doing tomorrow? we have kinda a dance party or something in the evening here.’‘ ,,sounds good. we’re going to visit a farm, nothing special.’‘ ,,okay cool. the party’s at the pool, behind the building.’‘ wait. stop. nonono. water?! oh gods. people tend to wear not much when being near a pool. fucl it. why did they need to have a pool. that was shit. i got up, put his mac and the tray on his desk. ,,ohkay. you stay here. you’re more asleep than awake. see you tomorrow. thanks again. goodnight nojus.’‘ ,,say that again’‘, he mumbled sleepy with closed eyes.. ,,what?’‘ ,,my name. i like the way you pronounce it.’‘ ,,nojus?’‘ he moaned happily. i laughed and shivered at the same time. the butterflies turned into shooting stars that burned me from the inside. ,,sleep tight.’‘ he didn’t answer,, breathed heavy and slow. what a boyfriend look. dayum. i can’t remember the way back to my room, but i dreamed of the moon and slept until hammering fists on my door woke me up. ,,tiberius get the fuck out of your bed. it’s ten a.m.!’‘ ,,shut up olive!’‘

chapter six end.

[taekook-nude-lips]

Nude Lips || Chapter 2.5

“Joon-ah, what do you want to order for dinner? ” Hoseok spun around in his desk chair. “You still have to answer the door and pay for food delivery for the last part of your punishment before we end the stream.”

“How about we get some pizza?” Namjoon stretched after being bent over a keyboard while playing Stick Fight! live for the last hour.

“Hell no, you get pineapple on your pizza. That’s nasty.” Hoseok made a disgusted face, sticking his tongue out.

“Excuse you, pineapple on pizza is one of the greatest discoveries that mankind has ever made. Sam Panopoulos was a genius and never fully acknowledged for the wonder he created. That is, of course, Hawaiian Pizza.”

“Just stop. Please.” Hoseok groaned.

“You should be grateful that at least I don’t put milk in my bowl first and then add the cereal after.”

“So you mean, I should be grateful I don’t live with a monster?”

“Yes.”

“You’re right.” Hoseok poked Namjoon in the chest. “I just live with the God of Destruction.”

“I feel like that’s a bit of an exaggeration-” Namjoon tried to protest, but Hoseok cut him off.

“You broke seven cameras in the last six months, Joon. And when we were setting up for the stream earlier, you managed to knock over our newest camera!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hobi.”

“The cover for the battery and SD card ports is gone.” Hoseok pointed at the camera.

“It’s not gone. It’s sitting right over there, on the counter.” Namjoon gestured off screen. “We can just duct tape it or something.”

Hoseok just shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Shit, he’s cute.” He muttered, too quietly for the audience or Namjoon to pick up.

“What?” Namjoon turned to him.

“Nothing!” Hoseok squeaked, his face turning red. “I mean, uh...what are we ordering for food?”

“Do you want to just order some chicken? We can just get regular chicken with a ton of different sauces.”

“Y-yeah.” Hoseok cleared his throat. “I’m good with that. I’ll order online.”

Hoseok worked to switch the stream from the main camera to the vlogging camera in his hand. When he succeeded, he walked over to where Namjoon was staring out the window.

“Okay, everyone. The delivery guy should be here soon.” Namjoon turned away from the window and Hoseok zoomed in on his lips, which now had smears of gold on and around them. “Lookin’ real pretty there, Joon. Ready to complete the next part of your punishment?”

“I’m ready to die.” Namjoon mumbled. Hoseok laughed as he zoomed back out, revealing Namjoon’s pout. The camera suddenly shifted, pointed at something through the window.

“Look! Our food has arrived in the parking lot!” Hoseok paused. “Unless, of course, someone else ordered delivery from the exact same place. No, wait. He’s parked in front of our building. Pretty sure it’s our food. Namjoon! Go wait by the door!” Hoseok turned the camera on his friend, one hand reaching to push him towards the door. “Go on!”

As his slightly bewildered roommate headed to the door, Hoseok ran over to the computer screen that he had ordered their food on. “Look at this, you guys.”

He focused the camera on a specific section of the delivery receipt.

Special Delivery Instructions: Please tell me I’m pretty

Hoseok covered his mouth as he tried to avoid laughing too loud while making his way to the closet by the front door where he could film all the awkwardness bound to happen. Namjoon jumped when the doorbell rang, glancing over at Hoseok, who gave him a thumbs up.

Namjoon took a deep breath before opening the door, revealing a young man who was looking awkwardly at the ground. He looked up at Namjoon and Hoseok could see the internal panic in his eyes. He zoomed in a bit so the viewers could see better.

“U-uhm, your total is 19500 won.” The boy stammered, very obviously flustered. His eyes kept flicking between the floor and Namjoon’s lips. As Namjoon began counting bills, the boy licked his lips, eyes glued to the floor, face slowly turning red. He shifted his feet before looking up at Namjoon and blurting, “You look really pretty!”

Namjoon fumbled with the money in hands, dropping multiple bills on the ground, and stared at the delivery boy for a moment, eyes wide. He blinked and quickly crouched to grab the fallen money. In a swift movement, he shoved a number of bills into the boy’s hand before grabbing the bag of food.

“Keep the change!” Namjoon practically yelled before closing the door. Hoseok tumbled out of the closet laughing hysterically, keeping the camera trained on his flustered roommate as he lay on the floor. Namjoon stood, staring at the door, before turning to Hoseok with a glare settled on his features.

“Hobi…” He growled menacingly while advancing towards his friend gasping for breath on the floor.

Hoseok scrambled to his feet, one hand held out placatingly. “I-it was J-Jin-hyung’s idea,” He was still trying to catch his breath from laughing, “I-I swear, Joonie.”

Namjoon said nothing as he carefully set the bag of food down. Hoseok stepped back, trying to distance himself from his roommate. When Namjoon lunged forward suddenly, Hoseok yelped and ran away, dropping the camera on the couch as he fled past it. The forgotten camera picked up many incomprehensible yells and Hoseok’s laughter.

Hoseok retrieved the camera a few minutes later, breathless, red in the face, and still giggling. He returned to Namjoon who had grabbed the bag of food and placed it on the island in their kitchen. His face was also still tinted pink. Hoseok arranged the camera so that they were both in frame.

“Okay, guys, I think this is a perfect place to end the stream. We got food and Namjoon got pranked, kind of.” Hoseok giggled again, facing his friend. “What do you think, Joonie?”

“I think you can go fuck yourself.”

“Hmm...nah, I don’t like the sound of that. Why don’t you do it for me?” Hoseok responded without missing a beat. Namjoon’s face went blank and slowly turned red. Hoseok turned back to the camera and gave a small wave. “Bye, everybody!” He walked out of frame, leaving Namjoon standing there like a statue. A moment later, the stream ended.

Jungkook stared up at the ceiling of his room, his phone still displaying the now ended Beyond the Scene stream. A thought had been haunting him the entirety that he had been watching the video, having tuned as they were finishing up playing Stick Fight!

“But…” Jungkook muttered to himself, “I put milk in the bowl before I add the cereal…What does this mean…?”

He rolled over and grabbed his phone, deciding to ignore the pending existential crisis and instead watch some more art videos. Lip art videos, that is. Once the clock on his phone displayed that it was midnight, he decided it was time to try to fall asleep. When he reached to set his phone on his nightstand, he accidentally pressed the power button. His phone screen lit up and illuminated an old picture of Jungkook and his brother. They were laughing together, a younger Jungkook riding piggy-back style on his brother’s back. Jungkook sighed softly and he curled in on himself as he stared at the picture until the light finally shut off. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the stinging of tears.

Ah… I miss him...

He could feel another sleepless night coming on, but tried to fight against it, rolling to his other side.

After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Jungkook gave up and checked the time on his phone. 1:03 AM

Jungkook groaned. He briefly thought about the solution that always helped him fall asleep when his insomnia hit full force like this, but he pushed the thought away when he remembered that Jimin had spent the night. He flipped his pillow to the cooler side and turned to lay on his opposite side.

After more restless tossing, turning, ceiling staring, and sighing in frustration, Jungkook finally gave into the temptation. He got up, grabbing his cookie-shaped pillow and hugging it to his chest before shuffling to Yoongi’s room. The door had been left open like it is every night and Jungkook slipped through the doorway.

“Hyung.” He whispered while walking towards the bed illuminated by faint moonlight streaming through the curtains over the window. He said it again, louder. “Hyung.”

Jungkook watched one of the shapes on the bed shift in the darkness, but when it sat up, he realized that it was Jimin.

“Wha? Jungkook?” Jimin ran a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong, Kookie?”

Yoongi answered, his voice muffled by blankets, “He can’t sleep.”

Jungkook nodded, humming affirmation. “I was hoping I could…”

Yoongi just shifted even closer to Jimin, who was watching the exchange with concern, making just enough room for another person to fit on the bed. He lifted the blankets up in invitation and Jungkook slid in next to Yoongi, sliding his pillow under his head. Yoongi rolled over onto his back, resting one of his hands in front of Jungkook, who grabbed it and laced their fingers together. Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed, relaxing into the bed.

Jimin watched all of this transpire with a soft frown. Worry flickered across his face before Yoongi reached up and tugged him down next to him, keeping his free arm wrapped around Jimin. Jimin whispered to his boyfriend, “I’m not sure if I should feel threatened by this or if I should just find this absolutely adorable.”

Yoongi opened his eyes and looked at Jimin, one eyebrow raised. Despite a sad look in Yoongi's gaze, he gave a slight smile and murmured, “Who knows?”

[butterflysuki77]

02. Mama Mo’s - Kim SeokJin Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 2nd in the series. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif isn’t mine.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Mama Mo’s

Prompt: The Classic™- The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing.

Pairing: Kim SeokJin x Reader

Genre: oneshot, fluff, (a bit of skinship)

Word count: 5.3K

“Jin, I could kill you right now.” SeokJin just laughed but you were pretty frickin’ serious.

“Hey, not my fault your car got a flat tire…” he said staring in awe up at the sputtering neon sign.

“YES YOUR FAULT!” you yelled, swinging your purse and hitting his shoulder. “Who insisted on taking, ‘the shortcut’!?” you air-quoted. He winced in pain and jerked towards you, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted. “IT WASN’T A SHORTCUT JIN!!!”

“Aiish…” he said under his breath. Then he mumbled, “You didn’t have to take it…”

“I didn’t want to!” You collapsed, hugging your knees in a squat position, forehead buried in your arms. “You wouldn’t shut up about it and I wanted peace.” You jerked your head to glare over at him. “And you swore… you SWORE it was the right way…” He shrugged and opened the trunk of the car to pull out your suitcases.

“Well, it’s fixed now…. I’m the one who fixed it… remember?” he was getting frustrated with you, and you gave him that… but you were so frustrated that you had to take it out on someone, and he was the only one here. Another issue…

“I should have gone with HoSeok….” like I wanted to… you added silently. You were all going on this trip together… supposedly. But due to numbers you’d had to take 2 vehicles. You wanted to go with Jung HoSeok, your ever friendly, ever hopeful, crush of the last year. But you and he were the only ones with cars that could handle the trip… so you couldn’t go together if everyone ended up coming. Which everyone did. And since HoSeok is HoSeok, sunshine magnet of the world, his car was PACKED with people… leaving you and Jin the only ones out.

“We would have totally beaten them there…” Jin said quietly as he rolled the suitcases over to you. “And admit it… we had fun until then.” He smiled down at you, his gorgeous face eerily lit by the light of the neon sign, and winked. You rolled your eyes at him, but inside you admitted it. Jin just seemed a bit full of himself… and to be honest, you didn’t really know him that well so you didn’t know what to expect. He had recently moved to town, and due to HoSeok’s sunshine, had become a new member of your group. And surprisingly enough, in the car he had been fun, keeping you entertained with stories of him and his old friends, picking fun music and singing to it way too loud, which made you laugh.

Then the country road had turned into a dirt road, then a single lane dirt road covered in all sorts of trash and debris. He still insisted it was the right way to go, so you kept going, running over the board that held the nail that caused the flat that Jin fixed…you sing-songed in your mind. You sighed heavily into your arms and stood up, your legs protesting being in the squat position too long.

The neon sign of the hotel flickered on and off in an ominous way and you looked up at it again. It read MAMA MO’S in bright flickering orange with a smaller, red Vacancy underneath.

“Can’t we just sleep in the car?” you whined as Jin rolled your suitcases towards the entrance to the lobby. He looked at you and smirked a knowing smirk. He looked up at the sign, then back at you… oh no…not…

“NaNa NO!” he said, and laughed to himself. You sighed and shook your head…. It had been like this since after the flat tire… bad pun after bad dad joke after bad pun. You sighed to yourself…well… at least he’s pretty. You jogged slightly to catch up with him, and he went on.

“Seriously though, as out in the middle of nowhere as we are-”

“Your fault” you interrupted.

“up for debate,” he injected, “It’s safer to stay here than in the car on the side of the road.”

“Up for debate,” you said back sarcastically.

“And probably more comfortable,” he continued.

“Up for debate!”

“Up for debate!” he said at the same time as you. “Jinx!”

“Jinx!” but your Jinx came a little too late and you groaned out loud.

“HA!” he laughed, pointing at you. “Now you can’t talk for an hour.”

“But-”

“Y/A…” he warned in a stern dad voice. “Besides, it’s better if I handle this anyway.”

*muffled closed mouth whining*

“Yes, I know… I’ll pay for the room,” he smiled at you. You had to admit, despite how crappy most of the day had been, getting a flat, getting lost (which he hasn’t admitted to yet), and your whiney bad attitude, Jin had managed to stay pretty good natured. He argued with you, yes, but he smiled… his jokes had been horrible… but horrible enough to make you laugh a couple times through your frustration. As you walked behind him you noticed something for the first time…

That man has some broad shoulders…

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A bell chimed as Jin opened the door. He reached back for the suitcases to find that you’d already grabbed yours. He would have totally gotten it for you, but at least that made the door easier to get through. He looked around the dingy, dimly lit room… dirty orange carpet blanketed the small square space and a single yellow chair sat against the faux wood paneling on the wall. This place was a complete dump, but it had to be better than making you sleep in the car…

It has to be better, he thought… He couldn’t let you sleep in the car, not after such a crappy day due to his shortcut. It really was a shortcut though!!! He knew it, and you would have been there ahead of HoSeok and the others. He’d taken this route a million times…. Well… not a million times…

Twice. He’d taken it twice. And there hadn’t been trash and crap on the road when he’d come through before… One of the main reasons he came on this trip in the first place was because he’d be able to see his family. It was HIS hometown they were going to… not that any of them knew it.

There was also the chance to get to know you better. Jin had been drawn to you almost immediately when he’d arrived. A couple months ago he’d met a work friend, NamJoon, at a restaurant one night and there you were with the group, smiling like an idiot at HoSeok. He could see what you liked about the guy… he literally exploded with energy and excitement. Jin wasn’t very…exciting. And as much as he joked about being the best looking in the group, he was just blowing hot air and they all knew it.

But HoSeok wasn’t right for you… He knew that. He was…. Perfect really…. But still not right. You were special, and if HoSeok hadn’t already snatched you up… (you’d known him like what… a year) then you deserved someone better. It was obvious to just about everyone, and it was even HoSeok who suggested you ride with Y/N. What was up with that?!

Jin heard you whine behind him, still playing your game of Jinx. He smirked and looked at you from over his shoulder… “Hold your horses… I’m sure someone will be here in a minute.” When a minute passed… Jin walked up to the counter and rang the bell on the desk.

After a couple more rings the phone on the front desk rang. Jin let a few rings go by before a nudge from you convinced him to answer.

“Hello?”

“Need a room?” came a scratchy low voice. Ok… so this was creepy…

“Yes, please,” he said. “We need a room wi-“

“Only room open is 21, take it or leave it.”

“Really?” he said, incredulously. “We’ll take it then.”

“Leave $50 on the counter and take the key off the back wall. Goodnight.”

And they hung up. Jin looked around… how would they even know if they left… oh… He spotted the camera in the corner behind the door. You touched his arm and raised an eyebrow in question.

“We get room 21, only room left…” Jin said as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “Cost for the room is $50…” He pulled out 2 $20 bills and a $10, and left them on the table behind the counter. Now how to get the key….. There was no way behind the counter except through a locked door on the left. Looking at the camera, he shrugged, then hopped up onto the counter and climbed over the table. He looked through the assorted keys on the wall, finally finding the one marked “21” between keys “24” and “17.” Someone needed to organize this place… and if 21 was the only room left why were keys to rooms 24 and 17 there? He wouldn’t argue… At least it was a room.

He climbed back over the counter and jumped off…. Lifting his head and looking at you with a smirk… he was a genius… “Just call me…” he said, holding up a thumb and forefinger to his chin, key dangling from

his hand, “21 Jump Jin,” and winked at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, while he chuckled… but he saw the smirk on your lips as you turned your head. Ha! Gotcha… And you both went back outside to find your room.

Luckily you didn’t have to go too far… it looked like this place only had 25 rooms at the most. Sad really. Jin unlocked the door and cautiously entered the room, searching for the light. Light found, he flipped the switch and froze.

One bed. One king sized bed… filled the center of the room. Jin couldn’t breathe.

“Oh hell no….” you heard behind you. Without looking at you, he walked forward, and pushed his suitcase against the wall.

“You lose… you owe me a wish,” he said. Turning back to look at your open mouthed horror face, he felt a little offended. “Shut the door. And the one behind you too…” he said a little sharply.

“You can’t expect me to sleep with you!” you said, glaring at him.

“Get over yourself…” he said nonchalantly. He wished he could… “It’s not like we’re here for sordid reasons or anything.” The look on your face changed from horror to….trepidation.

“Look, I don’t know you that well,” you said. “We only just met a few months ago and we’ve only spent time together in our group. So forgive me for being a little apprehensive here.”

“And if I were the kind of guy to take advantage of this situation, I could have easily taken advantage of it multiple times before we got to this point. Just be grateful the bed is big enough for the both of us.” Jin was trying really hard not to be upset that you thought so little of him… but he understood your point. So he tried to just play it off as cavalier as possible. Watching you, he could see your mind working behind your eyes. You were still a bit apprehensive… but as this was the last room available… he would conveniently not remember room keys for 24 and 17… he decided it would be best to just leave you alone for a while.

“I’m gonna take a shower first…” he said opening his suitcase on the dresser next to the TV. He walked over to you, picked up your suitcase and set it on the small table by the window. He motioned to the side chair. “We’re both filthy from the road and sweat,” he watched your face take on an offended look, “So I suggest not getting on the bed just yet.”

“I doubt our road dust and sweat will make much of a difference,” you sneered at him. “Judging by the carpet stains, I highly doubt this place is known for its cleanliness.”

“But I am…” he shot back. “It’s a…thing of mine… I don’t lay on my bed when I’m filthy…” Your eyes met his and an electric pulse shot straight from his spine down between his legs. He couldn’t resist leaning in to whisper, “What I do in bed, is filthy enough.” He expected you to laugh at him, to hit him or something… it’s what he’d meant for you to do… but you had frozen, breath caught in your throat as a redness creeped up from your neck up to your ears and cheeks. Your eyes didn’t leave his, and Jin had no clue what to make of it. You didn’t look scared though, so made himself smirk at you, turned to grab his shower stuff from his suitcase, and entered the bathroom without looking back.

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You heard the bathroom door shut, and it made you jump back to reality. What just happened?! This was Jin…Jin… Kim SeokJin for crying out loud! But when he said those last words… well, be honest… it was the first time he said filthy that had your breath catch… but when he leaned in and said that… you could smell the sweat mixed with spicy scent you couldn’t name… you felt a tightening in your stomach and… and… a full blown urge to be filthy with him.

But HoSeok… You came on this trip specifically to get closer to HoSeok! So what if he, Yoongi, Lisa, and NamJoon were already at the hotel you were supposed to be at… But that filthy smirk on that filthy SeokJin’s filthy face…. You fell back into the chair and let out a long slow breath. You’d been able to tell your frustration at having to share a bed kind of got to him. His whole demeanor had changed… his joking had taken on a bitter tone, and suddenly he hadn’t even been joking at all. He’d been… offended. It’s not like you insulted his honor or anything….

……

Oh crap you insulted his honor. But hey, you have every right to be apprehensive. You never know how a guy is really going to act when he gets into a close situation with a girl like this.

Water running came from the shower, followed by a loud exclamation.

“What’s wrong?” you asked loudly, jumping up from the chair and walking to the bathroom door.

“Nothing!” he shouted back. You heard a loud *thwap* as something seemed to be swatted. You heard it again. *thwap*thwap*thwap* “Just die you stupid thing!” he grunted.

“Jin, what’s going on!?”

“Nothing…. Just a roach in the shower…”

“What!?”

“It’s fine! I got him… he’s washed back down the drain…”

“It came up the drain!?”

“Forget about it! It’s fine! Go watch T.V. or something…” The sound of rustling and metal against metal brushed your ears, then a sound interrupted the falling water. You stood there at the door, not moving, just listening. You heard a soft sigh through the trickling water and your heart stopped. Jin was…

You rushed back to the chair, sat down. Stood again… found the remote, and turned the TV on. How the hell did this roach motel have HGTV? House Hunters…. That would get your mind off of… water… shoulders… forearms… filthy… You turned up the volume.

You heard immediately when the water stopped about 10 minutes later. Why was your heart beating so fast? You eyed the door… and your mouth went dry when he came out, shirtless… with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at you with that silly smile on his face.

“I know, I know… just give me a minute,” he said quickly. “I forgot to take my clothes in the bathroom.” He stopped rummaging and peeked over his shoulder at you. You closed your mouth and swallowed.

“There’s only one towel left, so I suggest taking clothes in with you. If you go now, I can get dressed out here and you won’t have to wait.” He went back to searching through his suitcase. The towel hung low on his hips and his back was… broad… lightly muscled… Jin was strong…

You stood quickly and grabbed a t-shirt, shorts and your shower bag. Walking past him as quickly as you could wasn’t fast enough to keep you from smelling his freshly clean scent. You almost slowed down but stopped yourself and went straight into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You had to stop yourself from falling back against the door bc he would definitely hear you.

Oh god, the bathroom smelled amazing… It had a citrusy but also kind of woodsy scent that was very appealing. You stripped and searched through your bag… Shampoo, conditioner… where was your shower gel?

You sighed… you had taken out the small bottle to refill it and it was probably still on your counter at home. You smirked as a thought occurred to you…

You came out of the bathroom, baggy t-shirt and shorts on, towel wrapped around your hair. Jin was similarly dressed and laying on the bed, 2 of the 4 pillows propped behind his head. He didn’t look at you, just watched TV. Food Network this time. You walked over to your suitcase and grabbed your hairdryer.

“I’m starving,” he whined. You looked over at him and smirked.

“Join the club.” You took your hairdryer and brush and started back towards the bathroom.

“Don’t we have any snacks left?” he asked. You thought…

“I thought there were some in the car…” you walked back across the room looking for your purse. You bent over to pick it up, but just decided to rummage through for you keys instead. You came back up, turned and tossed the keys onto the bed. Jin didn’t move or flinch; he just had an unreadable look on his face. “You ok?” you asked.

“Fine…” he coughed slightly, turning his face back to the TV. Ok….

“If you’re so hungry, don’t watch the Chopped!” you chided as you walked back to the bathroom. Jin stood up, grabbed the keys and headed out the door.

“I’ll be back in a sec.”

That second was long enough for you to dry your hair completely, brush your teeth, get your phone charger out and charge your phone, as well as finish the episode of Chopped. Next up… Cupcake wars…

Your stomach growled. Where was Jin!?

A knock on the door made you jump. You stood, looked through the peephole, and opened the door. There Jin stood with a plastic bag of stuff.

“Where did get that?” you asked incredulously.

“I told you I’d been this way before. There’s nothing around for miles except this motel, and a gas station with a convenience store.” He handed you the bag, then proceeded to move your suitcase to the floor beside the dresser. He reached for the bag, you handed it back, and he sat down at the table.

“You’re really going to eat at the table?” you asked. “The bed’s way more comfortable.”

“I don’t like food in bed…” he said as he pulled out prepackaged turkey sandwich and handed it to you.

“Oh come on… everyone eats in bed,” you joked, as you opened it. You’re glad he went… you were starving. Jin pulled out another sandwich, 2 bottles of water and a couple snack cakes. A smirk crossed his face and he chuckled to himself. You waited, but he didn’t say anything.

“Just say it… I can tell you want to…” You were secretly hoping for him to say it. He looked up at you with a wicked smirk.

“I said I don’t like food in bed…” he started. “I never said I didn’t eat in bed.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and winked at you. You laughed even as heat curled in the pit of your stomach and took a bite of your sandwich.

“Rude!” you scolded through giggles. Jin laughed too and handed you a bottle of water. You opened it and took a drink, but you were still laughing a little and a bit trickled down the side of your mouth, over your jaw and down your neck. You pulled the bottle away quickly and were about to wipe it off when a hand reached across the table and touched your face. All your laughter left you as Jin’s thumb wiped the trail of water from the edge of your mouth, across your cheek, then brushed your jawline. It was quick on his part, but your skin burned where his fingertips touched. He pulled his hand back and took another bite of his sandwich.

“Thanks,” you mumbled as you took another bite. Jin turned to the television.

“I love Cupcake Wars,” he said brightly… too brightly it seemed.

“Me too,” you added. “I love all the crazy recipes they have to do sometimes. I’d love to try them.”

“Wanna guess my favorite part?” he said turning to you and wiggling his eyebrows. You thought but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Then he said, “Wait… here it comes.” The Cupcake Wars host walks up to the table.

‘Bakers… you have 60 minutes! 60 minutes until one of you get’s Pluto’d!’

Jin burst out into laughter, like… squeaky glass cleaner commercial laughter.

“Get it!?” he asked through laughing, “Because Pluto was a planet!” You stared blankly at him. “But then scientists said it wasn’t a planet anymore,” he continued through laughter.

“I get it…” you said, a smirk on your face. Damn this boy was cute… You’d been annoyed at his jokes, but he somehow made it… charming. “I should have guessed that the puns would be your favorite part.” You took another swig of water after finishing your sandwich and reached for a snack cake.

Your hand brushed his as he also reached. You looked at each other and each took your own. He smiled softly before opening the package.

“Thanks for the food,” you said taking a small bite.

“No problem,” he said before putting the entire Zebra Cake in his mouth.

“Dude!” you laughed.

“Mwah?” he looked back at you, chewing and challenging. You smiled, and stuffed the whole thing in your mouth. He slowly applauded and blew you a slightly crumby hand kiss. You air caught it and placed it on your cheek. His smile was so sweet and genuine your heart ached. He turned back to the TV.

“Ok… who get’s ‘Pluto’d’!?”

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An hour later, Jin laid in bed, the only light coming from the TV and another episode of Chopped. It had been his idea to place 2 of the 4 pillows in the center of the King Bed as a divider. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. A strange look had passed over your face before you had agreed and thanked him. And now here he was… you sleeping a foot away from him. Your breathing had slowed about 20 minutes after you had both decided to go to bed, but Jin had wanted to stay up a little longer. You had said you didn’t mind leaving the TV on, so he focused on that… and not on the fact that you were… sleeping next to him.

And he was still wide awake.

He turned and gazed at your back as you slept, your hair off to one side exposing your neck. He let out a sigh. He’d only known you a couple months, but he’d been watching you almost that whole time. Watching you watch HoSeok, he thought. He felt a tightening in his chest. You were amazing, funny, incredibly sweet. You thought about others, and did random nice things. You noticed Lisa’s drink was empty when there was a movie night at NamJoon’s and when you came back from the kitchen you’d brought her another… She hadn’t even asked.

Jin had also watched Yoongi and HoSeok watching you when you weren’t looking. NamJoon watched Lisa. If they were after you, they were taking their sweet time about it. What was the deal? In any case, you weren’t with the group anymore. You were here… beside him… in bed. Jin bit back a groan and slid further down the propped up pillow. Maybe he should at least try to sleep. He faced you, watching over the pillow divide as your shoulders moved slowly with each breath, before turning his back to you and closing his eyes.

Sleep didn’t come easily, but when it did, it was fitful. Through half awareness, he knew he was tossing and turning a lot, and he tried to move slowly instead of his usual jump/turn/twist routine. When finally, he felt calm… warm… and at peace. He slept for a while in that peaceful state…when a sound started to make its way into his consciousness. It was soft… quiet, but not something he was used to hearing right next to his ear…

Right next to his ear… Jin’s eyes shot open and he fought to control his breathing and remain still. There was a light, soft… practically cute snoring coming from behind him. His hand was holding another hand that was wrapped around his torso and resting on his chest. A female chest was pressed into his back, and his head rested on not just a pillow, but on a soft slender arm as well. What was going on….

Jin breathed in slowly through his nose and out his mouth a few times. He gently started to move your arm up and away from his chest, but you snuggled in closer and pulled tighter to him. He froze. He didn’t know what to do. Could he actually SLEEP with you like this? Your breasts felt so soft against his back…. His entire body tingled where you touched him. He almost laughed as he realized you made him “the little spoon” in this situation, which is something that never happened with him. What had happened to the pillows? You sighed in your sleep and your breath on his neck made him almost groan with need. He squeezed your hand and felt you squeeze back.

“Y/N… are you awake?” he whispered.

“I am now…” you whined into his hair. Jin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“What are you doing,” he whispered again… why was he whispering if you were awake?

“Hmm?” you nuzzled closer and threaded a leg between his, squeezing his hand again. “You were tossing around like crazy and woke me up. I moved closer to wake you, but when I touched your arm you grabbed my hand and suddenly you calmed down. So I just stayed here. Go back to sleep…”

“You just….” Jin swallowed, “Stayed here? Why?” You nuzzled against his neck again and he suppressed a shudder of desire.

“You calmed down,” you answered, “And you were warm, and smelled good…” Jin felt you breathe in his hair and moan softly against it in pleasure and he couldn’t take it anymore.

In a flash he’d turned and had you on your back as he straddled you, his hands on your wrists, pinning them next to your head. He watched your eyes shoot open and your mouth part in surprise and he stared down at you.

“Don’t play with me, Y/A” he said… “I don’t think I’d be able to handle it.”

“I’m not-”

“I know you like HoSeok,” he interrupted. “How could I not? I don’t want to be a substitute for that blind bastard.” He leaned down, softening a bit, his face nuzzling your cheek. “Not when you smell like this…. When you have my scent all over you…” He knew you used his shower gel… he could smell it when you entered the room… The scent permeated his senses as he watched you bend over, your shorts doing little to hide your butt sticking up and wiggling around as you looked for your keys. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent on you, mixing with the smell of your shampoo. His hands loosened on your wrists, and you reached for his face. Hands on both sides of his face, you pushed him back, and he looked at you, feeling like a lost boy. But the look in your eyes was calm, serious, and not at all scared because of how he’d just acted.

“Kim SeokJin,” you said softly, looking into his eyes. “You are not a substitute for Jung HoSeok.” Jin didn’t really know how to take it yet, so he waited. You continued, “You’ve shown me more of yourself… your true unashamed, dorky, beautiful self… in one day, than I’ve ever seen out of HoSeok in more than a year.” Your hands threaded into his hair and pulled his face to yours, foreheads touching and eyes closed.

“Y/N…” he breathed against your cheek, “I-” but you cut him off with a soft slow peck on the lips. Jin’s chest constricted as his mind froze… everything but the feel of you under him, the smell of you, the taste

of your lips, just evaporated from his mind. You leaned up and kissed him again, softer, slower this time. It was so sweet, Jin could feel his heart breaking… breaking and then reweaving itself. He kissed you back in wonder… the sweet partially open-mouthed kisses feeling so innocent but intimate at the same time. It was intense in the softest of all possible ways.

Jin trailed kisses across your cheek and jaw before burying his face into your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up to a sitting position… he still straddled your legs. His arms tightened around your back, one hand threading into your hair as the other held you against him. One of your arms moved to embrace his shoulders, while the other remained gently caressing his hair as he breathed into your neck.

“You’re tired…” he finally whispered. You shook your head, but he knew he was right. It had been such a long day. The clock on the end table was showing 4am, and he’d already disturbed your sleep more than once. As much as he wanted you right now, he was content enough to hold you…at least he told himself so. He moved off of your legs and lay beside you, pulling you against his chest. He kissed you again, and could feel you trying to muster enough strength to make it more passionate, but he stopped you, gently cradling you head into his shoulder and kissing your forehead.

“But…” you said into his neck, “but I can tell you’re…” Jin sighed and adjusted a bit.

“I’ll live,” he said. “We have time.” He kissed your cheek, your nose, your eyes and your lips one more time before laying back. He smirked. “Maybe we’ll have breakfast in bed tomorrow…” Your brow furrowed.

“But you said you don’t eat in….” He shook with silent laughter and you hit his shoulder. “You’re bad…”

“Hey, you owe me a wish,” he said against your ear.

“Hm?” you snuggled in closer. Jin kissed your temple and smiled.

“You broke the Jinx.”

“Mhm…” He could tell he’d made the right decision in stopping for the night… though it’d probably be a while before he could actually sleep again.

“My wish is for you to get better…” Jin watched as your brow furrowed and you opened your eyes to look at him… “Because it must have hurt…” he smiled broadly.

“Don’t say it…” you mumbled burying your face in his chest and squeezing him.

“When you fell from heaven…” Shaking with laughter, and relishing your own silent shakes, Jin kissed your forehead and sincerely thanked whatever powers there were that had brought this angel into his arms.

The end.

*as always, any comments appreciated!  Thanks for reading!*