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samanthadalton · 3 years ago

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Star Crossed Lovers (part 14)

Do my eyes deceive me???? part 14???? we did it. im so sorry its taken forever, i will try my best to be more consistent with my writing. love yall for being patient with me it means the most. thank you, thank you.

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

warnings: angst, swearing (lots of it)

taglist: @drmmyrs @cloud9in @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @fall3ngods @helpconfusedpersonhere @clowneryme @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @vonda-b-real @uselesslesbianfr @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @somethindarker (sorry again if ive missed anyone, if you wanna be added on this taglist or my general one just let me know 😊)

word count: 4k (i feel like its short considering how long it took me to write but i still hope you guys enjoy) (also i didnt check for grammatical errors properly so sorry if you find any)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

The first steps to moving on

“Bea please,” Poppy whispers, a repentant look creeping up to her face as she looks away from her girlfriend. “It can’t wait.”

Bea sighs, her shoulders slumping as the last remains of her anger disseminates from her body. “Okay fine, lead the way babe.”

Poppy stiffens that the pet name but she doesn’t let her awkwardness slip as she leads Bea to a secluded classroom, far away from prying eyes. Both her and Bea turn to look at each other, and both simultaneously open their mouths to talk.

“I know you wanted to tell-”

“We need to talk-”

Both clamp their lips shut, a mutual smile playing on their lips as they look at one another.

“You go first,” Poppy gestures towards Bea, as she moves to sit on the edge of a desk.

Bea inhales softly, her tongue darts out licking her lips as she looks down at the ground, her face calculating. “Why does Chloe hate me?” She looks up to Poppy, her eyes boring into the strawberry blonde’s, sadness swimming inside of them, “I just don’t get what I’ve done for her to hate me.”

Poppy sighs heavily, her eyes awkwardly darting away from Bea’s. “It’s complicated Bea.”

“Complicated?” Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I almost just went off on Chloe after she gave her condolences for my mom dying because I just felt she wasn’t genuine and you wanna tell me it's complicated?”

Poppy sharply inhales, contemplating for a few moments before saying, “it’s because of your mom.”

Bea scrunches her brows up in confusion, “my mom? What the hell does she have to do with this?”

Poppy ineptly plays with her hands, not being able to look Bea in her eyes, “at first it was just a classist thing. When you first came to Belvoire, she just wanted to make herself feel superior over you, but in the last year you’ve noticed her getting more mean right?”

“Right.” Bea stares at Poppy, her expression emotionless.

“Chloe’s parents have been fighting non stop recently, and it’s been affecting her a lot.”

Bea’s brows furrow in confusion, “what does that have to do with me or my mom?”

“Just let me explain first before you react, please.” Bea’s eyes bore into Poppy’s for a few seconds before she nods understandingly. “Her dad cheated on her mom. A lot of times actually. But he was blackmailed by one of the women he slept with.” Poppy pauses for a few seconds, “your mom.”

Bea lets out a shaky breath, her eyes blinking in disbelief, “no, you’re lying.”

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, “look Bea-”

“How long have you known?”

Poppy’s face scrunches up in anger, “this isn’t my fault Bea. I only found out that day I went to talk to Chloe about us. Chloe made me promise not to say anything to you-”

“Poppy! My mom OD and I don’t even know why. And now you’re telling me she was blackmailing the St James family and it doesn’t occur to you that might have had something to do with her death?”

“They’re not the fucking mafia Bea, jesus. They were trying to settle it quietly by giving your mom some money and make her sign some stuff so she couldn't threaten them anymore.”

The devastating ramification of Poppy’s admission hangs in the air as the two girls let the words settle into them. “Chloe really is sorry about your mom Bea, we all are.”

Bea sighs, staring off into space, as a few tears begin to fill up in her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” Bea begins sniffling, but Poppy makes no movement to console her girlfriend. Bea notices and her expression sobers, “so, uh what did you wanna tell me?” Bea sniffs a few more times, before looking up at Poppy, giving her a small encouraging smile.

Poppy looks away, guilt creeping up on her face, as she tries her damndest not to catch Bea’s small smile on her face. “Bea…”. Bea carefully assesses her girlfriend’s demeanour, noticing the similar body language during when they first asked to take a break, she thinks back to the last couple of days, she had barely heard from her girlfriend, and now she’s not affectionate, even after she almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway and her smile drops. “We have to break up,” Poppy says, her tone so monotone and dry as if she didn’t mean the words she was saying at all.

“I don’t understand,” is all Bea can muster, evidently hurt by Poppy’s admission. Poppy winces slightly at Bea’s tone, finally breaking her robotic demeanour as she lets out a few sniffles. “So is that it? We have to break up,” Bea retorts mockingly, “is that all I get after all these years?”

“Bea..” Poppy reaches out but Bea immediately takes a step back, tears flooding in her eyes.

“No,” she holds her hands up, “I don’t get it, things are going good, or at least whatever twisted definition of good we’ve made up. Where the hell did this come from?”

“Bea my dad-”

“Of course! Hayden Min fucking Sinclair had something to do with this. Why do you still live under his shadow? You talk all this shit about breaking out of your father’s prison and wanting to achieve your own goals but he sucks you back in.”

“That’s not fair Bea,” Poppy interjects, balling her hands up into fists in an attempt to subdue her trembling, “my dad has given me so much and he’s threatening to take it all away.”

“Yeah, all you have to do is get rid of me. Me or the Min Sinclair name.”

“Bea this is the life I have, okay I’m not like you, I’m not built like you.”

“So what? I can grow up without a dad and now without a mom but it’s okay because I’m used to pain and disappointment?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you have a plan, things you can achieve, I need the Min Sinclair name, I’m nothing without it.”

“Wow.” Bea shakes her head, “So I just meant nothing?” Bea wildy throws her arms in the air, anger bubbling under the surface of her demeanour. “We’ve practically been together since we were kids. And you’re just gonna fucking throw that away? And for what? Fuck you Poppy.”

Poppy takes half a step back, dumbfounded by Bea’s outburst. She scrunches her brows, evidently hurt, “you don’t get it Bea. Even though your mom wasn’t the best, she still supported you, even if you didn’t know about it. My dad he- my mom what would she think?”

“Your mom? Poppy what kind of shit is your dad brainwashing you with? Your mom is dead! You have no idea how she would react to having a gay daughter, but I know she’s probably disappointed in you.”

“Fuck you Bea.”Poppy runs out of the classroom, tears streaming down her face, leaving Bea on her own.

“Shit,” Bea whispers to herself before throwing a bunch of punches at the wall, each more cathartic than the last until she can’t physically hold herself up anymore. Bea defeatedly slides into a chair, cradling her head in between her hands, letting the tears free fall, as reality begins setting in that she lost the one thing in the world that was her everything. Poppy Min Sinclair was her rock, the girl who she gave her heart to, the love of her life and just in a matter of moments it was over. Maybe it was too good to be true. The beautiful, perky popular rich girl and the girl who had almost nothing, complete polar opposites, it never should’ve worked. But time and time again when faced against the world they persevered so why was this time different? Poppy had chosen her namesake over the love of her life. She chose the life of glitz and glamour over the girl who gave her her entire heart. Bea feels her entire world crashing down, how much more heartbreak could she take? Was her life always going to be so hard? So full of hurt? Full of pain? She winces at the thought, her head hammering as she comes to the realisation that she understood her mother’s pain more than she thought.

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Bea hops off her bike, parking it in front of her house, as she pulls her phone out to look at the time. ‘It’s lunch time,’ she thinks to herself. After the day she had today, school wasn’t the best option for her right now. She makes her way to her front door but stops in her tracks when she realises her front door is slightly ajar. Her survival instincts kick in as she effortlessly pulls out her pocket knife, carefully pushing the door fully open. As she steps into the living room, her eyes dart to the closed door of her mother’s room, but when she hears a creaking sound coming towards her bedroom, she cautiously moves towards the source of the noise, the grip on her knife tightening. As she creeps up, she sees the door of her room half opened, a hooded figure standing by her bed with their back facing her.

Bea stealthily sneaks up to the figure placing the knife a few inches from their throat before lowering her voice to a threatening tone, “who are you and what the fuck are you doing?” The figure gasps, dropping a bag that’s in their hands with a deafening thud before raising their hands in a sign of surrender.

“It’s me, it’s me,” the voice whimpers out.

“AJ?” Bea raises her eyebrows, retracting the knife from his throat while pulling down his hood with her other hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bea takes a step back while AJ scrambles grabbing the bag he just dropped moments before. When he turns to face Bea, his eyes are wide, filled with fear as he clutches the bag closely to his chest.

“I have to go,” he says as he attempts to run out of the room, but Bea pulls him back, her face crumpled in suspicion.

“No we’re not doing this, give me the bag now,” Bea snatches the bag out of his hands before he can protest and opens the zipper to find it filled with cash. She grits her teeth, anger settling into her features as she whips her head up to AJ, “is this my fucking money?”

“Bea, I- I can explain-”

“What the fuck AJ!” Bea throws the bag onto the bed, the cash spilling out as she jabs an accusing finger at AJ’s chest. “You’re stealing from me now? I haven’t seen you in god knows how long, you don’t call, text nothing. Even after everything that’s been happening in the last few weeks but you have the audacity to fucking steal from me? Money that I’ve spent years saving? Money that I’ve bussed my fucking ass off for, are you serious right now?” Bea’s voice is filled with rage as she’s practically screaming, her voice now thundering. AJ winces, guiltily averting his gaze to the ground, unable to meet Bea’s eyes.

“I’m sorry about your mom Bea, I wanted to visit-” AJ croaks out.

“But you didn’t,” Bea interjects, her voice lowered but filled with hurt. “And now you’re taking money- I mean what is so important you had to steal from me.”

AJ paces towards the bed, hanging his head in shame, when he speaks his voice is quiet, full of fear, “I’m in some bad shit Bea. These guys aren’t playing around.”

“I told you not to fall into the wrong crowd, I warned you this shit would happen.”

“Bea please, I’ll pay you back I just need it.”

“No! What the fuck, when will you pay me back huh? This is my college money, I’m not letting you give that away to your crackhead friends.”

“Bea please,” AJ clasps his hands together, his tone pleading, “I don’t know what to do.”

“AJ I have too much shit on my plate right now, I can’t deal with this. You need to find something else, I can’t help you.”

AJ’s face pales but he stands up, and makes his way towards the door, before leaving he turns to look back at Bea, “I’m sorry about everything.”

Bea keeps her eyes trained on her bed where the money is sprawled all over the mattress, “yeah me too,” she replies quietly. Bea hears the front door close and she collapses to the ground, letting the tears flow.

……

A few days later, Bea sits in her dark living room, curtains shut and lights completely off as she wallows in her sadness, drinking from a bottle of cheap beer, as she stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, so drowned in her thoughts she doesn’t hear the resounding knocks on her door until she hears a voice call out, “Bea! Are you there?”

Bea crumples her brows, forcing herself to stand as she makes her way to the door, she wearily makes her way to her front door only slightly opening the door before poking her head out. “Veronica?” Veronica gives the girl a wide smile before pushing the door more open, ushering the figure behind her into the house too, “Carter? What are you guys doing here?’

Veronica looks around the dark room, noticing the pile of empty beer bottles on the floor, “yikes, drinking on your own on a friday night Hughes? That’s really sad.” Carter stands near the edge of the living room, as if he’s an explorer, his eyes darting all over the living room as he assesses this new environment.

Bea on the other hand scowls at Veronica, “what the hell do you want Veronica, I’m not in the mood.”

Veronica frowns slightly, pouting her lips together, “we heard about you and Poppy.”

Bea rolls her eyes, “yeah well I’m trying to forget about her.” Bea picks up her beer bottle from the ground and makes a show by exaggeratingly drinking from the bottle until it's empty. She discards the empty bottle along with the other ones before turning to look at Veronica and Carter, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Veronica steps towards Bea, wrapping her hand around the brunette’s arm, “we’re not here for Poppy stupid, we’re here for you.”

Bea raises an eyebrow, “for me?”

Veronica turns to look at Carter, beckoning him forward, Carter breaks out of reverie and clears his throat, “yeah uh, we wanted to take you to a party.”

“A party?” Bea looks between them confused, “I’m not that interested guys.”

“Wait, wait, wait Bea,” Veronica pleads, pulling Bea closer to her, “you’ve never been to a Belvoire party and the year is almost over, we thought we should take you to at least.”

“I don’t know guys,” Bea says skeptically, “a lot of people don’t like me.”

“Who gives a shit? You just had your heart broken and you need to let loose.”

Bea sighs, pulling away from Veronica, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, it beats drinking in the dark on your own.”

Bea sighs, dropping her shoulders, “what about uh Poppy?”

“Poppy?” Veronica arches a brow, “her and Chloe are staying in tonight, she said she needed to catch up on homework or something.”

Bea purses her lips together in thought before sighing, “fine.” Veronica cheers, “but,” Bea over enunciates, “only for a few hours and if I don’t like it I’m going home.”

“Okay, deal,” Veronica squeals, wrapping Bea in a big hug. Carter chuckles as Veronica gestures for him to join the hug, he awkwardly wraps his arms around the two girls, before pulling away.

“Okay, I’ll wait in the car while you girls get ready. Just uh don’t take too long.”

Veronica playfully rolls her eyes as she Bea towards her bedroom, yelling back “thanks Carter.” Giddy, she rushes to Bea’s closest, assessing her clothes until she finds a short red dress hidden in the back. “This!”

“No, no, no,” Bea shakes her head, pulling the dress out of the ombre-haired girl’s hands.

“Why not? It would look so hot on you,” Veronica’s eyes trail down Bea’s body, as she sharply inhales. “Bea, you’re single and sexy, stop holding yourself back okay?”

“I’m not,” Bea pushes back defensively, “I just-” she sighs heavily, “no one at Belvoire has ever seen me dressed up, I’m just- I’m nervous I guess.”

“Then we have to show them what they’ve been missing for the last three years,” Veronica gives Bea a devilish smile as she takes the dress from Bea’s hands, sliding the dress off the hanger before handing it over to Bea.

“Uh you gonna stay in the room?” Bea nervously wrings her hands together.

“Why, are you offering a show?” Veronica lifts a teasing brow, noticing Bea’s cheeks redden slightly, which prompts her to let out a small laugh, “I’m kidding, don’t worry I won’t look.” Veronica makes a show of raising her hands to cover her eyes. Bea laughs as she slips out of her clothes and into the dress, she awkwardly clears her throat, grabbing Veronica’s attention.

“Hey, uh help a girl out with her zipper?”

“Sure,” Veronica moves to stand behind Bea, her hands ghosting around Bea’s exposed back, her breath momentarily taken away. She sturdies herself and places one of her hands on the small of the brunette’s back while the other moves towards the zipper, zipping the girl up. Bea smooths the dress down with her hands appreciating herself in the mirror, “you look gorgeous,” Veronica whispers into the shell of her ear.

Bea’s face completely flushes red and slightly jerks at Veronica’s admission, “uhh thanks.”

Veronica notices the awkward shift in the atmosphere, and promptly changes the subject, “so where’s your sister?”

Bea sits in front of her mirror, a comb in her hand as she brushes her long locks, “she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.”

“Cool,” Veronica answers back but her tone falls flat. The girls bask in the awkward silence as Bea continues to get ready but when Veronica notices Bea struggling to do her winged eyeliner she breaks the silence. “Hey do you need help?”

Bea smiles bashfully, “yeah.” She rubs the back of her head with her hand, “sorry Poppy used to help me with my makeup.”

“Right,” Veronica’s face slightly falls but she quickly covers it up, ushering Bea to come and sit on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite,” Veronica bites the bottom of her lip, “unless you want me too.” Bea laughs but obliges sitting on the edge of the bed. Veronica clambers onto her lap, her thighs settling on the sides of Bea’s legs, and in response, Bea’s eyes widen in surprise but she remains glued in her spot, too shocked to move.

“V, what are you doing?” Bea whispers, her voice attempting to come across as reprimanding but it comes out as breathy.

“Relax, I’m just doing your eyeliner.” Veronica plucks the wand from Bea’s hand and angles herself close to the brunette’s face, as she begins drawing on the wings on Bea’s eyelids. Bea steadies herself, as she feels the heat of Veronica’s body so close to hers and when Veronica is finished with putting the finishing touches on her eyelids, she hops off Bea’s lap, making her way towards the desk, scuffling through Bea’s makeup bag before taking up her place on Bea’s lap once again. “Now I think this colour would look good on you,”

“You don’t think it’s too much red?”

“Oh babe, red means power, dominance, you don’t wanna be thinking about Poppy the entire night, you wanna have all eyes on you Bea Hughes.” Veronica uncaps the lipstick, her eyes burning into Bea’s lips as she carefully applies the red colour to her lips. “Perfect.”

Bea smacks her lips together, evenly spreading the red on her lips. “Thanks V.”

Veronica’s eyes dart to Bea’s lips, her tongue slightly running along her bottom lips before she breaks out of her reverie flashing Bea a smirk, “don’t thank me yet, thank me when you’re having the time of your life at the party.” Veronica slides off Bea’s lap, holding her hand out, “come on let’s finish up because Carter’s been waiting for a while.” Bea smiles up at Veronica, taking her hand as she lets the ombre-haired girl pull her off the bed, as they continue getting ready.

………

Once they arrive at the party, Carter drops the girls off at the front of the huge house before telling them he will park the car. Veronica’s gaze darts to Bea, who’s nervously toying with her hands, looking up at the intimidating house, the lights blaring and as the music echoes throughout, the bass thumping in their ears. Noticing the nerves settling into her, Veronica slips into Bea's, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “hey, it’s okay, it’s just a bunch of drunk, preppy uptight teenagers, nothing you don't usually face everyday.”

Bea lets out a small laugh, “just in a big ass house,” she jests.

“Yeah, just in a big ass house,” she gives Bea a light squeeze as she starts pulling Bea into the house with her. Automatically, they’re met with stares and whispers, as the students look astonished at Bea, some appraising her outfit, while others are confused about her presence. “Hey, just stay with me okay?” Veronica whispers over to Bea. Bea nods, her eyes roaming the room. “I’ll get us drinks.” The ombre-haired girl gives Bea a reassuring pat on her arm and leaves her side and Bea walks into the living room, observing the difference between the vibes of the party between the north and the south. Her thoughts then move to think about Poppy, how Poppy would love going to parties in the north but Bea couldn’t find the appeal in it. Poppy. Poppy, who broke up with her. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by a tap of her shoulder, and Bea turns around to see Veronica offering her a red solo cup, Bea takes a sip and winces.

“What the hell is this crap?”

“Yeah for a bunch of rich kids, their taste in beer isn’t the best,” Veronica jokes, slightly nudging Bea.

“We have way better beer in the south side.”

“That I can agree with.” Veronica looks over to Bea who looks lost in thought, “hey what are you thinking about?”

Bea sighs heavily, “Poppy,” she mutters.

Veronica nods once, “right, yeah.”

“Poppy would’ve loved a party like this, big fancy house an-”

“Bea,” Veronica says, her tone slightly agitated, “this,” she gestures around the room, “is a no Poppy zone. That means we don’t think about Poppy, only about fun.”

Bea nods, “fun. I can do that.” Veronica lifts her cup in the air, “what are we cheering to?”

Veronica gives Bea a smile, “here’s to the first steps in moving on.” The girls tap their cups together before downing their drinks. “Now if we wanna get drunk, we’re gonna need a lot more of these.”

The party is still ongoing, and Bea sits in a circle with a few girls from the volleyball team and a few of the football team and other people she doesn’t recognise while Veronica sits beside her.

“Bea you look so pretty,” one of her teammates says.

“Yeah Bea your makeup is literally gorgeous,” another chimes in.

“Who knew strip tease can clean up well,” Ford jests, but Bea slumps her shoulders a little, remembering that these people are not her friends.

Carter enters the circle slapping Ford on the head as he goes, “shut up, Hughes is cool.” Bea gives Carter a nod of appreciation before looking down at the drink in her hands. Her thoughts move a million miles a minute, but there’s a constant one stuck in her brain, Poppy.

Veronica looks over at Bea, frowning. “Hey come with me.” She stands, excusing herself from the group and Bea follows her close behind.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna play a private game of truth or drink.”

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #star crossed lovers #thank you for waiting #i promise to be more consistent #love you guys

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago

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SURPRISE! , kms

kim minseok x fem! reader

IN WHICH minseok wants to spend his 31st birthday at home with his wife and cat but you have other plans that may or may not involve a surprise birthday party. (based on the second prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting)

genre: married/domestic & non-idol au! fluff, humor word count: 3.0k warnings: swearing, light sexual references/jokes, implied sexual content (it gets a tad spicy at times but nothing explicit), chaos, minseok’s butt being The Bomb Dot Com™ (sorry not sorry)

author’s note: happy birthday to my ray of sunshine, kim minseok! i love you so so much darling, i hope your day is filled with so much happiness and celebration. hope this lil piece can help y’all celebrate min’s 31st with me <3 it’s not the 26th yet where i live lmao but it is in korea so yeah! once again have a happy happy birthday minseok, i love you endlessly and forever. <33 MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

One day.

One day until Minseok’s birthday, and you were scrambling from bakery to bakery to try and get the perfect cake for him. There were flaws in every place you’ve been: too expensive, the designs were not creative enough, blah blah blah. You wanted his day to be as perfect as possible, and what would be the point of that if the cake was nothing but?

Everything else was all ready. You invited all of yours and his closest friends to your house the night of Minseok’s birthday for a surprise party. You planned on keeping Minseok out of the house for the entire day as your friends decorated the house.

He didn’t want a party. He made that abundantly clear to you as soon as March began. He incessantly told you that all he wanted was a day off from teaching so he could spend the whole day with you and your cat. All he wanted was a nice and relaxing day with his wife. You understood, obviously. But you also wanted to go all out and throw a surprise birthday bash for your husband celebrating his thirty-first year on Earth. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae’s incessant whining and begging for an excuse to have a party only aided in your need to have a party.

You ended up settling with a simple Carvel ice cream cake from the frozen section of the grocery store. You made a mental note to ask Yixing to write out “Happy Birthday Minseok” the next day as you left the store.

You came home to your husband holding a feather toy over your cat, Tan’s head. She pawed at the red feather, always at the cusp of grabbing it before Minseok moved the line away from her. He cooed at the animal, making soft kissing sounds as he continued to play with her.

Realizing that he may see the cake, you tucked the grocery bag under your shirt in an attempt to hide it from him, shivering at the cold contact the frozen treat made with your skin. The rustling of the plastic bag caused Minseok to look up at you. He gave you a gummy smile as you walked past him and Tan.

“Well hello to you too, honey. What’s under your shirt?” Minseok asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with your chest. You realized that hiding the bag did not do much to hide the cake, as the shape of the large box combined with the plastic grocery bag greatly protruded from the fabric of your shirt.

“Nothing, it’s for tomorrow. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise, hm?” you mused, blowing him an air kiss before retreating to your office. He "caught” your kiss with a smile before going back to playing with Tan.

You entered your office and placed the plastic bag onto your desk. You ran to lock the door before opening the bag and taking the cake out, sighing in relief that the cake did not get ruined. You bent down to your mini-fridge and opened the small door of the freezer compartment and placed the cake inside, glad that it could fit inside. After locking the fridge, you exited your office and made your way downstairs to spend time with your loving husband.

You awoke the next day curled up in Minseok’s arms. You cuddled closer to him before jolting upwards in realization. Today was finally the day! You bent down and began showering your sleeping husband with excited kisses, trailing a hand down his bicep. He let out a sleepy groan as he stirred, wrapping his strong arms around your figure.

“Aah, what’s gotten into you baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

“Happy birthday, Min!” you beamed, pecking him on the lips. He grinned tiredly as he kissed you on the lips.

“Mmmh, thank you honey.” You grinned as you kissed him again. This kiss lasted longer than the previous ones and slowly yet surely grew more heated. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, not breaking the kiss. He hummed against your lips as you slid your hand underneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his toned stomach. He groaned as his hands made their way down to your ass, squeezing harshly. You bit back a moan as you slowly slid his shirt up his chest, breaking the kiss to ogle at his abs.

“Babe... don’t we need to get ready?” Minseok groaned as you pulled the shirt over his head. You latched your lips onto his neck and softly bit down, eliciting a raspy moan from your husband.

“Shh, let me give you your first gift.” you purred, moving your hands toward the waistband of his boxers.

The mall was packed to the brim with people from all different walks of life. Gossiping teenagers, sleep-deprived parents following their energetic kids around, old couples window shopping, you name it. You walked through the giant Macy’s and into the main hub of the mall hand in hand with Minseok.

Since you started dating, it has been a tradition for you to buy each other’s gifts the day of your respected birthdays. You’d usually scour Amazon or websites of your favorite brands all day and end up splurging half your monthly paychecks on each other. But on occasion, today included, you’d take your shopping day to the local mall as a means to get out of your apartment and actually go out for once.

After an... eventful... morning, you rushed to get dressed and usher your husband out of the house, since the boys were coming over at 11, and it was 10:55 by the time you got into the car and sped away toward the mall.

You pointed out a newly opened jewelry store and pulled Minseok inside with you. You looked at him lovingly as he browsed the display of a multitude of different rings. He’d softly mutter to himself as he picked up ring after ring: trying to see what would look best next to his wedding band, what the right price was, if the store even provided the correct size. You loved how organized he was.

Your silent admiring was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, indicating you got a text message. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw who the message was from.

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

jun-bug: (y/n) we have a problem (y/n): oh god what happened yee-xing: baekhyun dropped the cake (y/n): he did what bacon: cant u read (y/n) i dropped the fucking cake 11 minutes late: no need to be rude xoxo (y/n): yeah baek u don’t want me to leave my stunning husband inside the jewelry store, come home and mutilate you for dropping his cake and get arrested on his special day (: kyung-soup: oddly specific but i’m here for it jong-waeeee: off topic but the sign says “minseop” instead of “minseok” (y/n): jun, yixing and kyungsoo you better get this settled or else i’m gonna kill all of you nini bear: yes ma’am ofc ma’am we will do this correct chain-yeol: yeah i don’t wanna die today

“Everything okay?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it inside your purse before making eye contact with Minseok. You nodded a bit too quickly, panic washing over you like a giant wave from the ocean.

“Yeah, everything’s dandy.” you sputtered. Oh, why did this have to happen right now? You silently prayed that everything was going to go well. It had to.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Did you choose something?” Minseok nodded as he handed you a box with a simple black titanium ring. You nodded in approval as he led you to the register.

Your next stop was at Express. You were dying to pick out some new work clothes for him to try on. You assured him (and yourself) that he needed these new pants and this was totally not an excuse for you to check him out.

“Okay, I’ve got three pairs of pants that I think would look absolutely amazing on you and I want you to go try ‘em on.” you said, handing Minseok three hangers. Each hanger had a pair of slacks in different colors hanging from them. He took them from you, shooting you a smirk before walking inside the fitting room stall.

Your eyes widened as Minseok opened the door of the stall. The pants fit absolutely perfectly. The way the fabric hugged his perfect thighs, the color complimenting his white undershirt (which you imagined to be one of his famous white button-downs), it left you practically swooning.

“What do you think?”

You let out a hum in approval before motioning for him to turn around. “Lemme see the goods, hun.” He rolled his eyes before turning around. Your eyes landed on his butt, making you swoon for real. You covered your mouth to hide your obvious enjoyment of the sight before you. And it didn’t help when he gave his butt a mini shake. Still, you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“You sure today’s not your birthday?” Minseok teased. You tutted as you stood from your spot and walked up to him, giving his butt a light pinch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“With you, every day’s my birthday.” you answered, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, I think you ate too much of that egg and cheese for breakfast today.”

“You know you love me.”

“That I do, darling.” Minseok mused before closing the distance between you two. You tangled your hands in his silky black hair as you savored the heavenly taste of his lips. You felt his hands grab your ass as you deepened the kiss, tugging at his hair in response.

As you kissed, you heard your phone chime the same chime that indicated a text from the boys. You decided to ignore it and continue making out with your husband until the phone went off four more times. You scoffed as you broke the kiss, fishing inside of your purse to grab it.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Minseok asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just crap from, uh, ‘work,’” you lied, unlocking the phone. “Go try on the other pants.” Minseok nodded before walking back to the stall. Once the door was closed and locked, you looked down at your messages, worry washing over you once again. What the hell happened now?

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

yee-xing: oh christ yee-xing: (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) jun-bug: you gotta help us yee-xing: please kyung-soup: i am going to kill park chanyeol like my life depends on it (y/n): what the everloving shit happened this time chain-yeol: um i sneezed all over the cake kyung-soup: the custom one u got on wednesday btw (y/n): you. sneezed. on. the. CAKE????? chain-yeol: IM SORRY chain-yeol: I WAS TRYING TO STOP BAEKHYUN FROM KNOCKING IT OVER AND I SAVED IT BUT THEN I SNEEZED nini bear: ur so gross chain-yeol: you too (y/n): i spent 100 dollars on that cake and you fucking sneeze on it?? (y/n): jfc i’m here busy admiring my husband’s sweet sweet ass and u guys are telling me the cake’s ruined? i will murder u all i swear jong-waeeee: ew i don’t wanna hear about minseok’s ass (y/n): shut the fuck up sign ruiner jong-waeeee: I GOT A NEW ONE THOUGH jong-waeeee: YOU’RE SO MEAN bacon: WAIT bacon: (Y/N) WE’LL PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE (y/n): baekhyun you sweet summer child (y/n): I HAD TO PRE-ORDER THAT CAKE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE YOU WALNUT bacon: oh bacon: my bad 11 minutes late: W8 W8 I GOT U 11 minutes late: WE CAN STILL EAT IT 11 minutes late: I’LL SPRAY SOME LYSOL ON IT jun-bug: SEHUN DON’T YOU DARE (y/n): sehun honey that just contaminates it even more (y/n): but thank you for trying 11 minutes late: xoxo i try my best yee-xing: how ‘bout we just buy more carvel cakes to match the one you got yesterday up to 100 dollars so it maxes out (y/n): yeah alright fine (y/n): thanks xing ur a life saver (y/n): but don’t throw away the ruined cake i wanna show min what he could have missed out on if CHANYEOL DIDN’T FUCKING SNEEZE ON IT (y/n): WHO SNEEZES ON A CAKE nini bear: only chanyeol (y/n): yep, only chanyeol chain-yeol: y’all are mean. kyung-soup: what u get for sneezing on the cake

You locked your phone, letting out an exasperated sigh. You swore if anything else happened today, you were going to march all the way back home and kill those men. You massaged your temples with your fingers as a means to alleviate your stress. All you wanted was for everything to be perfect for the party; Minseok deserved nothing less than that.

The door of the stall opened, revealing Minseok wearing nothing but the new pair of navy slacks and a devilishly handsome smirk. His smile faded when he saw you with your hands over your face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down from your stress. He quickly pulled his undershirt on and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. With a sigh, you buried your face in his chest, your stress starting to wash away as he began stroking your hair.

You stayed like that for about ten minutes. You eventually calmed down, silently reassuring yourself that everything was going to be fine. You were glad that Minseok did not try to ask you anything since you were afraid you were going to let slip what was waiting for him when you arrive home later in the day.

You let out a small sniffle as you pressed a small kiss on your husband’s exposed shoulder. “I’m so sorry I brought down your mood, Min. The p- ‘w-work,’ is just annoying right now. It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a good day.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Shh, don’t you worry your little head about it,” Minseok assured, kissing your forehead. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips against yours. “All I want is for my baby to be happy today.” You gave him a weak smile and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling so lucky to have him in your life.

“C’mon, let’s go to the food court. All this stress made me hungry.” you joked, standing from your spot.

“Good idea,” Minseok gave you another kiss before walking back into the changing stall to change back into his regular clothes. “Oh, by the way, buy the pants.” You pumped a fist into the air as you took the hanging articles of clothing into your hands.

You were lucky (and frankly surprised) that nothing else had managed to go wrong today. You were suspicious that you hadn’t gotten any panic-stricken texts from Yixing or Junmyeon, but you couldn’t complain about that. Just to be sure though, you quickly texted Kyungsoo to give you a final update on the state of your house. You sighed in relief when he responded with pictures of your living room, kitchen and backyard decorated just how you envisioned it to be. You sent Kyungsoo a text back thanking him and everyone else profusely for their help.

The clock struck 5, indicating that it was time for you and Minseok to go home. The two of you exited the mall, arms filled with different shopping bags from all the stores you went to during the day. After putting your bags into the backseat of your car, you opened the passenger side of the car and slid in.

“Hm, I was thinking of ordering from that ramen place we tried last week. It was really good, don’t you remember?” Minseok suggested, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“How ‘bout we wait ‘till we get home to... eat.” you responded, a shit-eating grin almost making its way onto your face.

Minseok hummed softly. “I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you and Tan at home, I hope no one’s planning a surprise party for me,” You tensed slightly at his words, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, hun.” You lied. He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours.

When Minseok pulled into your driveway, you shot a quick text to the boys, telling them that you were home. You exited the car quickly, grabbing most of the shopping bags and taking Minseok by the arm, dragging him to the front door.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. Once you got them out and put the house key into the lock, you turned to Minseok and pressed your lips onto his.

“Happy birthday, Min. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry.” you unlocked the front door and pushed it open. You saw Minseok’s eyes widen at the sight of your home. It was filled to the brim with decorations and all of your closest friends holding gifts, balloons and tons of different ice cream cakes.

“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed. Minseok’s jaw dropped as he fully took in everything that was happening. He looked over to you with a sly smile, to which you responded with a small shrug.

“I had to, come on.” You giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s okay, hun. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” Minseok cupped your face into his hands and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Gross, get a room!” you heard Baekhyun scream. You pulled away from Minseok to flip the younger off.

“Oh! I need to show you the cake I initially got for you but was unfortunately ruined because Chanyeol sneezed on it. Jun, is it in the fridge?” you pulled Minseok in the direction of the kitchen as Junmyeon confirmed the location of the cake.

“He... huh?”

“It was an accident!” Chanyeol whined. You laughed softly to yourself at his childish reaction.

Tonight was gonna be fun.

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sincewereahoe · 5 years ago

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Lovesick - Part 2

"Can't do Thursday either."

Shawn ended up texting her the following morning. He knew she said she didn't have time for playing games but he also still felt that he had been overeager outside the hospital and was determined to not come across that way anymore. She was anything but delicate, but that's how the situation felt so he needed to be careful and next morning felt like a safe time.

But texting her was horrible.

Her texting was so painfully spaced out. For once, Shawn was on the other side of being the difficult one to date. Too many times when he checked his phone he had messages from everyone, everyone but the one he wanted. He had landed in the E.R on a Saturday and still by Monday they still could not lock down a day to meet up. The girl just seemed too damn busy.

"Dinner?"

"Nightshift."

"Lunch Thursday"

"Day shift."

She didn't even apologize, which oddly he liked, but it finally reached the point she got so frustrated she just gave the day she wanted, which was the Sunday after her shift nightshift. A morning date.

Sunday came too soon, and Shawn felt unprepared but also excited. He woke up that morning to put on his favourite songs and he danced around his apartment in his socks, making breakfast and prepping himself for conversation. He was excited but knew the nerves would come soon, but unfortunately, they didn't have enough time to surface.

It was almost ten in the morning when he got the text from her.

"Had a big rush and busy night. Rain check? I'm drained."

While Shawn was upset he didn't care, she was going to make him work for it and that was fine. He deserved to work for her after all his fuck-ups that day outside the emergency.

Half a week passed and he began to wonder if maybe she was curving him after trying to reschedule another couple times. He didn't want to think that but it was possible, his doubts, however, were quickly settled when she texted him at 11am on a Friday afternoon.

"Since I'm struggling to find time for you, let's do this without the grandness. I might have a lunch break in about an hour. If you are free, come, if not I understand, I have been... difficult haven't I?"

Shawn didn't even bother to comment on how making plans with her seemed to be the hardest thing in the world. He had a chance and he was taking it. Immediately he grabbed his keys and texted his friends to ditch hanging out with them.

"What do I get, what do I get?" He chanted as he jumped on the freeway. He had no idea what to provide for lunch.

Arriving on the dot he reached for the bag of food and drink he'd picked up and when he reached he saw his hand was shaking. He was so panicked to get food and be there on time he didn't realize how much anxiety and adrenaline was pumping through him.

Looking down he realized he also looked horrible. Shorts and a second day T-shirt. He instantly felt more anxious. This girl heneeded to impress.

Suddenly there was a ding from this phone and his qualms about his outfit were gone when he reached for the phone without hesitation.

"Give me 10 mins?"

Locking his phone he looked up and through his windshield. He exhaled a deep breath and leaned his head into his palm as it rested on the door of the car. It was a good thing he was so close to medical staff, he wasn't sure if he was going to pass out now.

Waiting a few minutes to close the time he then got out and went inside. Immediately upon getting inside, he wished he hadn't, he felt so out of place holding food while there were people waiting for medical care. He retreated to a corner and waited awkwardly.

He was trying to come up with things to ask if by chance the conversation dropped, he was trying to remember what he'd come up with last Sunday. He hadn't even had a chance today, so he was deeply focused on the corner of one of the floor tiles when a sneaker step on it.

"Hello." Her voice beautiful as ever, but when he looked up her smile almost made him drop to the ground. She was happy to see him, it wasn't even a question. The smile was large and parted. An open smile that you gave when you saw your best friend or family member. All his hesitations gone, because that smile was everything he needed.

"Hi," he still squeaked. It sounded all wrong so he roughly cleared his throat to bring the tone down. "I brought lunch."

Her face dropped. "Oh," she breathed as her eyes then fell down to the lunch bag in her hand. Shawn unravelled immediately.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize you had lunch I just figured...." he continued on for awhile and she liked watching him squirm and ramble. Knowing that she really had that effect on a guy, and not just any guy, one as cute as him made her feel confident. He was so overeager. It was almost painful to watch but she loved how honest it was. He couldn't even hide his interest in her and that was the reason she called him back to her a few weeks ago in the parking lot.

She just grinned and nodded her chin to the bag when he finally stopped moving those cute lips of his. "What did you get?"

He looked down. "I wasn't sure what you'd like so I picked up a salad and sandwich, you can pick?" He paused and then held up a tray. "Oh and one of these juice things? I don't know I figured if you're having a long day, you'd want good food?"

He was right and he knew it by the way she grinned at him.

"Where did you want to go? The cafeteria?"

She shook her head. "How's about outside? On the bench, I'd like some sun. "

Shawn nodded, he liked that a lot.

With her leading the way they both exited the door and she picked the table in the small green space not far from the emergency. Commenting on the weather as he pulled out the food, he still felt his heart racing again. This girl made his feelings like a yo-yo.

He held both food items up. "So what's is going to be?"

Pressing her lips together she contemplated deeply, her eyes flickers back and forth debating until they landed on the sandwich. "Will you hate me for taking the sandwich?"

"Nope, because I actually wanted that salad." Shawn smiled at his ease in reply because it was a sign he was relaxing a little. He was sure that would change quickly again.

"Now which drink?" He said brushing his hand by them like girls on The Price is Right did.

She gave a tisk from her lips and then smiled devilishly "You taste them both and pick which one you think I'll like."

Damn, was all Shawn could think as she put him to the test. This girl was, different.

Shawn tasted both and concluded the yellow one was better, he pointed to it and swallowed. Her hand came out and unexpectedly reached for the green one, she tasted it but didn't try the other. Claiming the green for herself.

"Don't trust me?" He smiled.

"No," she grinned, Shawn thought she was done replying but then she spoke again. "I just wanted you to have the one you liked."

Looking at her as she took her first sip her eyes flickered up too and he saw a golden reflect in them as the sunshine brought it out. It wasn't until she looked away he could too.

Prepping his salad as he asked how her day was going.

She grinned. "Good, nothing too busy... yet, "she paused, "and you?"

"Not bad."

They continued to prep their food Shawn was dying to say something but was choking. It was her that broke the silence by thanking him for lunch, saying this was much better than her leftovers from her dinner the night before. The way she spoke and held her shoulders Shawn felt that she hadn't even been uncomfortable with the silence. He hoped that was a good thing?

"So Shawn," she said taking a sip of her drink and then pressing her lips together before looking up, squinting a little from the sun. "What do you do for work?"

He sat looking at her confused. She really didn't know? Was she playing dumb to look good, or did she really not know. He must have sat too long trying to figure it out because she gave a look.

"What? Is that too deep of a question or something?" Her tone sassy.

He shook his head and looked down a moment. "No, no, I just -" he looked up to try and any find any indication on her face before he continued. "You really don't know?"

She sat back but was grinning. "Am I supposed to?"

His heart picked up a little, afraid he was about to start tripping up again. "Oh, no sorry I just -," he looked down mentally telling himself to just answer the question. "I'm a musician."

"Oh." She tried to mask the slight disappointment in her tone but Shawn heard it regardless. "What kind of musician?"

"Ah," he stumbled. He really wasn't sure how to explain without sounding like a dick. "Well, I sing and play guitar."

For the first time ever, a girl wasn't impressed.

She didn't know who he was, and she didn't care because she thought he was some struggling artist. It was an odd feeling because this was the first time his career ever had impacted his dating potential in a negative way.

"I do tour."

"Oh," she chuckled. "So you actually are somewhat successful then?"

He laughed, this was incredibly odd. "Yeah somewhat."

"So where have you toured then?" Either she was intrigued, or sizing him up. Probably sizing him up.

Hesitating he looked at her, something about this topic made him uncomfortable. He wasn't trying to hide who he was but he didn't know how to tell her. "Name a place and I'll tell you if I've performed there." He finally answered.

She pondered a minute. "Portland?"

"Yes. A few times."

"L.A?"

"Too many."

Her eyes narrowed. "London."

He simply nodded, and she continued on. Quickly she tried to find a place that he'd never been. "Italy." She finally listed with a cocky smile on her lips, eager for him to say no but when he didn't her eyes bulged out a little.

"Wow," she breathed leaning back. "So you're legit then?" He nodded again.

"So if I wanted to check you out, what would I look up?"

"Just my name." He smiled. She nodded but her face had a hint of something, quickly putting it together he realized she didn't remember his full name.

"Mendes, Shawn Mendes." He chuckled, calling her out.

She gave a guilty look, avoiding eye contact and trying to seem cool. "I was just going to look up your last name on file."

He smiled at the response because he unexpectedly loved this. She had no idea about him, and unlike so many girls, he actually had to work for her. Dropping his name wasn't going to get the girl this time.

"So," he smiled, ready to turn it on her. "Why a nurse?"

She was looking off into the distance, seemingly interested in something. She didn't look at him when she bluntly answered with dry humour.

"Big fat paycheques."

He chuckled and slowly she turned, happy her reply had amused him. He didn't know it yet but she liked the sound of that laugh. The corner of her lip turned up. "Nah, I just- I don't know I just always wanted to be one?"

"But why?"

She opened her mouth a few times, clearly struggling. "I don't know..." she said looking off into the distance again before her eyes came back sharply. "Why music?"

She had him. "Fair enough." He said nodding and leaning away. He understood completely.

"I bet you have good stories."

She completely ignored what he said and shaded her eyes with the back of her hand. "God, it's bright out."

Reaching into her bag she pulled out the sunglasses she'd worn the first day and put them on. The orange lenses blocked out her eyes and Shawn now saw himself in the reflection inside the black frames. He liked seeing her eyes, but she also looked incredibly hot sitting in her scrubs with them sitting on the bridge of her nose.

"Sorry," she said leaning in, "and yes, you better believe I have some good ones." She paused quickly. "Wanna hear my best recent one?"

He smiled and that was her queue to start.

"Well this one guy came in, I think it was like last week? Anyways, came in with a pretty deep cut. Turns out he was at this friends farm..."

She continued on and Shawn was deeply interested as she hyped up the story until some of the details sounded all too familiar. He sat back upon realizing.

"Oh come on!" He laughed.

"What?" She bellowed.

"Leave me alone!" He chuckled. "It was one mistake!"

"A stupid one." She laughed before leaning in on the table. "But get this, he also waited outside after my shift to ask me out."

Shawn was laughing again, the smile she liked and his laugh giddy. She couldn't get over how obvious he was.

"Oh my god, no what a creep."

"I know right? Thank god I didn't give him my number."

"Yeah, good thing you didn't."

Shawn continued to smile at her across the table as she gave a cheeky grin before she heard an ambulance. Looked up she eyed it as it came into the emergency bay and he watched her eyelashes fluttering from the side behind the glasses as he watched on.

"Romantic," she chuckled referring to how distracting the ambulance was.

"Hey!" He protested. "I tried to make a legit date!"

He was so easy to get riled up. "I know! I know!" She paused quickly, the smile on her face falling as she then looked down to her hands. "Thank you, thank you for being patient with me. I know I don't make it easy."

"No," he chuckled, "no you don't, but I don't mind."

She only gave a timid smile and then looked at her hands for a few seconds. "Oh, how are your stitches now?"

"Good, just a little itchy now."

"They probably should come out soon, did you want me to take a look at them?"

Shawn's heart began to race at the idea of her even near his leg again, but he was positive he didn't want that yet, not outside like this. He gave an awkward laugh. 'Oh no that's okay."

"You sure?"

He nodded and then looked down at his leg. "I am still hoping that I'll get a nice big scar to look tough." She rolled her eyes saying nothing more, but there was a grin on her lips and he knew she was amused.

There was the sound of another ambulance coming in and they both looked at it.

"I need to go back, I'm sorry."

Shawn's immediately felt panicked, his time was up and everything had been too brief and all he wanted was more time. He didn't even make an impression yet!

"I know they will need the staff since the last two were lights and sirens and we had another two just a half hour ago."

He didn't want to let her go but he didn't question her. She had a job and it wasn't him so they packed up the garbage and walked together to the front doors. She suddenly turned and he stopped quickly, always startling him.

"Do this again?"

His heart skipped, jaw numb a moment. "You want to?"

"Yeah," her eye contact lingered and her smile was smug, "I would."

They stood a few moments before she turned over her shoulder checking the door and turning back to him. "I'll text you."

He gave one nod and they continued to look at one another for a few moments. There was a tension that Shawn felt but he had no idea if she felt it too. All he could see was her eyes sparkling again in the sun now that they weren't hidden behind the sunglasses. He also noticed the sun's heat had kissed her cheeks a healthy pink.

"The nice part about having a date in public like this is that I don't have to give you a kiss goodbye," she paused and then surpassed a smirk, "well...not yet anyway."

Shawn's lips parted a little, her words taking infecting him, chest tight, breath hard to pass. His heart jumped thinking about that one little word of 'yet' and he knew until he saw her again it would be all he could think about.

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livelovelaug-h · 6 years ago

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Coma days

Day 7 & 8

Dean x reader

Characters: Donna , Dean, Sam, doctor. Mary

Btw y/h/c is your hair color.

@marvelouslysherlockedhunter forgot to tag you sorry !

The doctor came over, Dean took him aside.

"what can I do for you Dean?"

"You can tell me that she has brain activity because she twitched in mine and Jody's hands. Thats an activity."

"we didn't see any of that so it could have been a muscle spasm from not using her hands and arms."

"no it's not!" He says and slams his fist into the wall next to the doctors shoulder. "And we aren't giving up." Dean walks away leaving the doctor speechless. The doctors used to that kind of behavior. It's grief and a way to get out some anger, he didn't take it personally.

"Dean.." Mary calls after him but he's already out of the door. He drives away from the hospital, he didn't wanna leave you but he couldn't be there with that negativity. He drove around for awhile again, stopped when he seen a tiny cafe. He walked in and got a coffee and two slices of pie, one to go.

Siting down to eat his pie, he remembered when he took you on your first date. It didn't go as planned. He remembered when the British men of letters tried to kill you, Crowley, and Lucifer. The more & more he thought about it, the more it got him mad, that you got hurt so much and didn't care. Right now you probably had no idea that you've been gone for so long.

-Flashbacks-

"hey dean, wheres my last piece of pie?"

"pie? I didn't Know we uh - we had pie."

"lies you ate it didn't you."

"you know actually I think Sam threw it away he said it was too old." Dean says as he shruggs. "That's a terrible lie." You say lightly hitting his chest. "Yeah but you still love me."

"barely." You say and sit on his lap kissing his lips, It was as good as new puppy love could be, even eight months in.

Two years later

You and Dean were laying in bed watching a movie, it just finished playing as Dean finished eating a piece of pie.

"if I ever die.., every piece of pie you want will be me telling you to take a break and eat." He was a little shook at that random thought.

"well your not dying anytime soon so."

"yeah but if I do."

"no, no don't go there."

"you have to think about it."

"I don't, you know why?"

"why?"

"because what if I go first?"

"what if we both go at the same time."

"look, I'm just enjoying the time I have with you okay? No sad thoughts or I'll have to kick you off the bed." He says about to push you off.

"okay okay fine." Hahah. "I love you."

"I love you too."

End of flashbacks

Dean's flashbacks ended when his phone rang. "Hello?"

"heya Dean. I'm on my way to the hospital now, I'm so sorry I couldn't get there faster."

"it's okay Donna I know it's hard with the job and all"

"... Dean when's the last time you slept?"

"I don't know a day."

"where are you I'm almost at the hospital."

"I um went to get some pie at a café . I'll send you the address."

"okie dokie hang in there sweety. Cya later"

"cya bye."

After 10 mins Donna came through the door.

"hiya Dean."

"hey Donna." She hugged him, really hugged him.

"want something to eat?" Dean asked her.

"I'll just take a coffee." They talked while she got her coffee.

"alright I'm going to the hospital, are you coming?"

"Nah, I'ma head to the hotel and get some sleep."

"good. Sleep well see you soon."

What Dean really did though was check for any possible cases. He seen about 3 that he missed already while being at the hospital. The Impala roared down the road as Dean drove to Oklahoma.

End of day 7

~~~

Donna enter the hospital getting chills instantly. She walked over to the elevators and mentally prepared for seeing you and Sam etc.

"Hey Donna."

"Hey Sam." She hugged him and then Mary. " you guys are doing better than Dean."

"Yeah he's not taking it lightly."

"He seemed a little better at the cafe."

"Café?"

"Yeah he ate and said he was going to go sleep."

"that's Surprising." Donna finally looked over to you, y/n.

"ohh my poor baby girl." Just limply laying there.

"Is she getting any better?"

"They say no, there's no brain activity."

"oh wow. Not good. I'm so sorry" no one said anything for awhile.

"Remember when she and Dean had a fight and then we all had a snowball fight and they instantly made up." Everyone lightly laughs.

"She was a stubborn one just like you guys."

Flashback -

You weren't having a good day but at least the hunt was over and successful. You and Donna had a great relationship, you loved her and looked up to her, she was fearless and strong.

She started hugging everyone, everyone except you and Dean. She shouted to you two: "okay you two, rainbow Brite. Come on. Bring it in."

You and Dean looked at each other and smiled, walking over to her. It was the best group hug ever, you guys werere just enjoying the now, not the later.

end of flashback

"they said we should prepare to say goodbye. "

"oh, noo."

"we're not going to give up, but we'll give you two some time." Mary spoke up.

"alright thank you." Donna said eyes dripping with tears. She closed her eyes and just cried, No one has ever seen Donna cry. After 5 minutes she stopped and took a deep breath. "Your a lucky girl I never cry for anyone." She huffs a laugh.

"now you come back for us or else I'll have to kill ya... Who am I supposed to get gossip from if your gone? Your one of my only friends, you helped me get away from Doug. You are the sweetest girl and I looked up to you... I need my sunshine back. We all do. I can't be the only bright one here... Plus I need more sleepover buddies."

After 20 long mins Sam and Mary came back. They told Donna she should go and get some rest from the long drive, that she could come back again tomorrow.

"yeah I'll do that g'night cya."

"good night."

Sam spoke up to his mom "you can go Dean needs you, I'll stay here tonight."

"are you sure?" He nods.

"alright thanks good night Sam." She kissed her boy good night.

When she got to the hotel she didn't see Dean. There were no indications that he was even there before. She figured she'll deal with it in the morning, give him his space for now.

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In The morning around 7 a.m. Dean finally reached Oklahoma. Ready to start this hunt and forget about things for awhile he turned his phone off and walked into the sheriff's office.

"here we go."

.....

"hello I'm special agent Krisp I'm here about the girl who uh died by an animal bite."

"uh sure. Why does the FBI care about this?"

"they think maybe someone made her get attacked."

"interesting..."

Walking out to the impala since he got the info he needed and knew Where to go next, from far away he thought he seen someone inside the car. Like a girl. With y/h/c.

"excuse me? What are you doing in my car???" He started jogging over and when he looked in ---

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And that was the beginning of day 8.

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bts-eros-and-edits-fangirls-blog · 6 years ago

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Stars and Stories

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst, Smut (in future chapters)

Fire and water don’t mix, in fact they are complete opposites. So, when you a fire witch, taking powers from the sun, meet a masked water witch, taking powers from the moon, you don’t think that you’ll get along. And you were right you both fought like, well, water and fire. But when things start getting out of hand with a mysterious force threatening to unveil the hidden world of magic, you and water boy have to work together as you’re both the coven individual leaders of your groups. Will you survive the threatening figure, your crush on a cute international student, college, work, and life in general? Or will you ultimately sink and drown, or crash and burn.

Chapter 1

The open window letting in the sun rays and the lit candles are the only light sources in the room. Looking around and making sure that everything is in its place you sit in the middle of the circle made up of red candles and pink sea salt and start the incantation.

I call upon the powers of the mighty sun.

In order for this spell to be over and done.

With this morning’s lovely light and the candles that burn bright.

This day I need to be clear and focus.

From inside my mind and all that’s bogus.

With this liquid pure and true, and the smell of morning dew.

Drink for my body’s satisfaction.

And clear my mind for its education.

This spell for my mind of ease, if it could be granted please.

Now for the bless sun that has fully raise.

I thank thee truly and always give praise.

With that said you take a sip of the purified water beside you and sit in silence -minus the traffic of cars and people on the street outside. You meditate for 10 minutes before your friend burst through the door and the wind of it blowing out all the candles ending your meditation.

“Sorry!” Kathleen says “Didn’t know you were doing a spell, but we need to leave now or risk being late.”

You sigh and clean up quickly grabbing your back pack. You honestly wouldn’t have been late since you live close by to the university plus there is always the teleportation spell. Kathleen and Victoria don’t like you using it since it’s not “safe” but you’ve been using it since childhood as your grandma liked to joke “You’re a daughter of the sun, but live like a daughter of the moon.” Basically, her saying that you’re a night owl which is true.

You walk beside Kathleen on the way to the bus stop across the street from your house. Where you get picked up and meet your friend Victoria on the bus and like always the two “random” people sitting beside her leave giving you their empty seats. Kathleen always acts out saying “Oh my gosh, can you believe that Y/N? Two empty seats beside our friend here. Ah, amazing!” You roll your eyes at those two and mind speak to them.

Y/N- We could just stand you know.

K- Yeah but it’s nice to sit beside Vicky, don’t you think so?

Y/N- You know that’s not what I mean. I just think that we should let other people have a chance at the seat.

V- Yeah…… NO! I don’t want to sit beside random people I don’t know! And how many times do we have to argue about this, because we’ve been doing this shit since high school.

You sigh out loud and the person standing in front you looks down confused at you and you avoid all eye contact. The bus arrives at the school and everyone gets off. The three of you make your way to the library where your group of friends hang out. There you meet up with Charlie, Abbi, Kris, Joy, Kim, Patrick and Matthew. These are the friends you made in high school and the first year in college. You guys talk about random stuff and what your schedules are till you, Kris, Kim and Joy have to get going as you all are second years and have class whereas the others just have orientation. You say your goodbyes and split up.

Your first class today is Linguistics. You took it in high school and first year of college because you like learning about new cultures and languages. You learned how to speak French, Korean and now Japanese. You walk in and say hi to the professor as all the linguistics and culture study teachers know you, as you are always willing to help them with any new international students. You sit at the front of the class and get set up. Each class is shorter today as it’s the first day and each class is just going over the introduction and what materials you’ll need.

The class begins and just as quickly ends, and now you’re on your way to the next class which happens to be your favourite -Culture Studies. You again go to the class and turn to say hi to the professor but they’re not there, so you go to the desks only to find that each one has a name on it. You find yours quick since it luckily is in the front row and sit down and grab out your notebook and pencil case. And wait for the teacher. Soon all the seats are filled except for the ones beside you, feeling kind of anxious you grab the name tag of the would-be person beside you and read their name. Kim Taehyung- sounds like a nice person of course you’re only saying this to reassure yourself as you don’t think you’ve ever met this person before. You put that name tag back in place and grab the name tag on the other side of you which reads Min Yoongi again you make the same assumptions and put the name tag back.

One of the great things about being a witch is the ability to mind speak, especially in school when phones aren’t always allowed. You send a signal wave out to your coven and wait till some one answers you back.

??- Hey is something wrong!?

The worry in the voice tells you it’s Joy.

Y/N- No nothing’s wrong just waiting in class for the teacher to arrive and the people beside me who are a no show.

J- I thought we were to only use the mind speak for emergencies?

Y/N- Yeah you are supposed to do that IF you aren’t a full power witch yet, but as I am the coven leader it doesn’t waste my power to send links out. Also, before you freak out since I’m the one who started the “call” it doesn’t drain who ever answers.

J- Alright then. Also, I’m the only one you can talk to now as if you checked the group chat like a NORMAL PERSON you would see that a lot of people are in classes that don’t allow phones and need focus.

Y/N- Okay so 1) YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL. And 2) speaking of focus I used the Ease of Mind spell this morning and it really worked.

J- I highly doubt that.

Y/N- Woah is Joy giving me shade. I can’t even. Dramatic sigh.

J- Did you just say dramatic sigh I don’t unde---

Y/N- Have to go I hear the teacher coming and unlike you I’m a good student. Bye.

J- Bitch you started the convers-------

The teacher is coming closer to the class but you hear him talking to other people. The door opens and your teacher Mr. Yeon walks through with good looking guys following behind. They stand at the front of the class while Mr. Yeon tries to get the rest of the class that have started talking loudly to each other attention. Once he does he introduces the men before you as international students from Korea and as this class is mainly focusing on Korea and other Asian countries they’re your classmates. Mr. Yeon tells them to take there seats and goes into the introduction and the materials you’ll need. You listen and stare at the board intensely as you feel the guys take their seats around you and stare at you. You ignore them till the end of class when Mr. Yeon dismisses it and just as you’re about to leave the class Mr. Yeon calls you to stay after class for a while. You mentally cuss at him but comply as he is a great teacher, and wait till everyone leaves the room except for you, Mr. Yeon and the international students.

Mr. Yeon starts “Y/N these are the new international students from Korea as you heard. They all speak conversational English but only a few are completely fluent, so I would like you to be their guide as you also have some classes with them. Introduce yourselves to Y/N.”

One by one they say their names; Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Namjoon. The one named Namjoon caught your eye as he was the tallest of them and had these eyes that sent chills down your spine. Mr. Yeon was saying something but you honestly weren’t even paying attention and just really internally freaking out. Cause sure you’ve shown 1 or 2 international students around and then the one group of 5 which you had another student help with, but SEVEN all by yourself. Shaking yourself out of your inner freak out you focus back on Mr. Yeon and the seven guys in front you. As you’re about to ask why only you Mr. Yeon says that he needs to leave for his next classes and hands you the guys timetables.

Taking the leader position as you have to do in these situations you tell the guys to sit down in a circle. “Okay, so I’m kind of bad with names so if I get it wrong don’t sue me.” You say jokingly but some of the guys look to the one you know as Namjoon and he replies in Korean reassuringly “It’s just a phrase they use here.”

Feeling embarrassed you just hand out the timetables and luckily to the right people. You grab a notebook from your bag to take notes as to which class you have with who.

Culture Studies = All Human History = Hoseok and Taehyung

Mixed Media Art = Jimin and Jungkook Business = Jin

Linguistics = Namjoon Sociology and Psychology = Yoongi and Namjoon

Now having a sense of what you’ll be looking ahead with, you feel a bit calmer also the fact that this was your last class of the day. The guys have to go to their other classes so you just give them your full name and phone number.

Thinking that you’re done with them for at least today you leave and go to your favourite coffee place on campus that you also work at and grab a coffee before going to the library to pick up some books to read also known as “reading your spell books”. You get to the library and stake your claim on a desk and begin to pull books out that will help you at the next coven meeting. You stay there for pretty long so long that your coffee cup has been emptied and refilled again so many times -thanks to your friends for visiting you with coffee before they leave- deciding that you’ve done enough today you gather the books you have finished and put them back on the shelf where they belong. Then you get all your stuff together and the books that you want to take home and go towards the librarian but before you make it to the desk someone calls your name you turn towards the person and it’s Namjoon.

He half jogs up to you and says in Korean “Hey, I didn’t know you were still here as I thought your classes finished early? But since you’re here do you think you could help me get a library card as I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask in English for a while and was actually contemplating texting you.”

You agree since you’re not in a rush and have nowhere to be truly. You get Namjoon all setup with a library card and get the books you wanted check out. You leave the library and are on the way to the bus terminal when again you hear someone calling your name. You expect this time to be Namjoon but it was actually the youngest members of the group. They come up to you and ask why you are still there, if you were leaving now, and other questions of course in Korean. You feel your phone vibrate in your sweater pocket and ignore it since you don’t want to be rude as Jimin is happily telling you about the class he went to by himself and spoke English to his classmates. Again, the phone vibrates and you contemplate whether to look at it or not but when suddenly the rest of the group is surrounding you, it takes you off guard for a second as it almost seems like they appeared out of thin air.

“Hey since we’re all together right now why don’t we go get dinner together and get to know Y/N better of course only if she wants to?” Jin says and the others quickly agree. You’re about to say yes since again nothing going on that night and free food but you get a headache and immediately know that one of your coven is trying to reach you. You pull out your phone and see the 911 messages and emergency texts. Your eyes must have widened in shock as you got a chorus of “What’s wrong?” and “Is everything okay?” Making up an excuse about your non-existent room mate in crisis you quickly leave and get on the next bus that comes.

Y/N- Okay I’m listening what’s wrong?

K- Moonbin was practicing magic and someone saw him, so Moonbin tackled the person to the ground and tied them up then called everyone because he didn’t know what to do.

Y/N- That’s okay just tell me the location and I’ll be there in a few.

You tap the stop button for the bus and get off and go to the nearest dark alley way to teleport to the location Kathleen gave you, which was an area with a lot woods. When you arrive, you see your whole coven with some of them bruised up and three people blind folded, gagged, and tied up to a tree. Gosh this is going to be a long “fun” night you think to yourself.

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bangtansshi-blog1 · 6 years ago

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Felix Culpa [pt.i]

Felix Culpa. Latin. ‘’Happy Fault’’

Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook. Also appearance of other members. Warning: Mental illness, Mental disorder, Depression, Suicide, killing, Death and many more. Please read at your own risk. If you are uncomfortable with any of the things mentioned above then refrain yourself from reading. You have been warned! Genre: mental hospital jikook au maybe? T^T angst and little bit fluff too! Words: 10.5K Summary: Read Here Author’s note: ah i tried my best. There might be some mistakes. please forgive me as i dont have anyone to proof read it for me except for myself. i tried my best. i will keep trying my best T^T pt.ii (coming soon)

It was 10 in the morning. The room was already filled with day light, making the white color of the room more vibrant than any other time of the day. Everything was white with a little touch of silver here and there. The lack of furniture makes it hard to accept the feeling of being at home, even though he was reminded few times to make it his new home. He can’t get himself to do it even after spending last 6 months trapped in here.

Park Jimin, 22, not so tall, skinny, black haired who is currently sitting on his bed, legs sprawled out ungracefully, hands between his thighs, relaxing. He isn’t thinking of anything; his mind was blank which is his way of relaxing. Several people have told him for time being that he can’t never be free from thoughts and he should never. They say it will have a negative impact on his mental health. He doesn’t care; he needs to do selfcare once or twice.

The door suddenly opens revealing a very familiar face of the nurse who does frequent checking on Jimin. Her name was Syunghi, she was lovely and pretty. She looks around the room. The white, vibrant room which only has three furniture; a bed, a bedside table with 3 drawers and an easy chair. The room itself has 2 doors; one to exit the room and one for a bathroom which is unfortunately always locked unless Jimin calls a nurse or assistance informing them of his natural occurrence and needs. It has a medium sized window with grills, strong metal grills. No balcony. The room was quite unpleasant and too bright. Jimin never liked it here. He wishes he was in one of those rooms which had two or more people. But they say he was privileged to get this one.

‘’Everything’s okay? Do you need something?’’ Syunghi asks Jimin, the boy who was sitting on the white bed, legs sprawled and hands between his thighs.

‘’Another pillow will make it tolerable.’’ For the unlimited times Jimin has successfully mention to her the same thing. He needed a pillow. its not like he didn’t have any. He has one which is stitched to the bed; only there to support his head for sleeping. He needed another one, to hug when he sleeps.

‘’I wish I could provide you with one.’’ Syunghi replies.’’ Anything else do you need or want to tell me before I leave?’’

There was a long pause.

‘’Maybe a kiss on my lips to make me feel better.’’ Jimin says cheekily with a onesided smirk.

‘’that’s for your future wife to do.’’ With that Syunghi starts to leave the room.

‘’Who’s doing my consultation today?’’ a useless question to ask.

‘’As always, Professor Kim Seokjin.’’ She closes the door behind her.

Jimin finally shifts his position. He is already feeling tired, tired of meeting that same person, Doc Jin. That’s what he calls him. He was a tall, handsome guy; very famous doctor around the town. Jimin was lucky enough to be consulted under him or that’s what they say. ‘Be always thankful to your parents.’

Jimin finally gets down from the bed; feet hitting the cold white tiles. He slowly walks to the window and looks outside. He could see quite a few people on the lawn behind the building, known as M1. There are other patients; talking to their nurses, walking or sitting by themselves and some other just doing weird things like trying to find something on the ground or looking straight up to the sky. Jimin takes a deep sigh. How did he get himself in here!

Jimin proceeds to open the window; as soon as he does a chilly breeze hits his face making a shiver run down from his spine. He is reminded that it is the very last week of November, the end of Autumn. Winter is on its way. A small smile forms on his face as he closes his eyes taking a deep breath. He swears he was inhaling the environment.

A flashback from last winter hits him. It was Christmas time; he was happy, his family was happy or he likes to think they were. They were unwrapping they gifts on their living room. When suddenly there was a knock on their door. Jimin still could feel the excitement he felt hearing the bell. He thought it was his friend, his best friend. But to his dismay it was one of his younger brother’s classmate; was there to give him his Christmas gift. Jimin looked at his presents; counted it was 5. Then his eyes went to Jihyun’s presents; they were counted 11. He was too old for this stuff but his age couldn’t stop him from feeling the tangible jealousy which immediately turns into sadness as he was reminded of his supposed best friend who forgot to send him any present.

There’s that nuisance again; he felt like vomiting out his guts as tears starts to form. He couldn’t believe this, this couldn’t be happen-

A touch on his shoulder brings Jimin back to reality; he is taken a back and scared of the sudden disturbance. It is another nurse, this time a male who is having a very concerned look on this face.

‘’Are you okay?’’ The same question. Jimin nods his head as a yes.

‘’You’re crying.’’

‘’huh?’’

Taehyuk, the male nurse points at Jimin’s cheeks which are indeed soaked with tears. Jimin hurriedly wipes them off.

‘’Your meds are ready. You need to take them quickly. Professor Kim is already here. Your visit will start in 15 mins.’’ He says as he starts to close the window.

Jimin reluctantly walks towards his bedside table. Taking the pills on his tiny hands he gulps them down one by one. No objection.

As Jimin looks at Taehyuk to indicate that he is done with the meds, Taehyuk was already leaving the room with the smalls medicine container.

‘’Wear your shoes quickly. We are leaving in a minute.’’

‘’I’m not a baby you know.’’ Jimin tells the male nurse.

‘’Yeah I know.’’

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15 minutes later Jimin found himself sitting on one of those concrete stools that were on the lawn of M1 area behind the building. He is looking at a woman who is on her wheelchair talking to a bird which was up on his maple tree.

He is waiting for Doc Jin, he is supposed to be here any minutes now.

The weather is too nice, Jimin wishes he could fall asleep under the sky. He knows his feeling won’t remain the same once winter is here. He rubs his palms on his face; soaking his eyes in the warmth of his hands. He bends his head down to look at his feet. From the stool, his feet made it to the ground, he was grateful.

As he looks up, something caught his eyes. He is looking at the same direction as woman sitting on the wheelchair. But what has caught his eyes is far behind her.

There is a figure; a figure of a boy. Jimin is sure the figure is new here. He doesn’t remember someone like him of his 6 months here. The boy is tall he has to say, slim body, wearing the same cloths as Jimin, which means he is also a patient. The boy is walking around, he is kicking something on the ground and looking around once in a while. He is probably new here, Jimin thinks.

‘’uhm, Sorry to bother you.’’ A sudden voice pushes jimin off from his trance. He immediately takes his eyes off from the newly boy and looks at a very familiar face of Doc Jin. Jimin doesn’t reply him though.

‘’How are you doing?’’ Same question again as Doctor Kim Seokjin sits beside Jimin with his coffee cup.

‘’Fine.’’ Jimin replies.

Seokjin was pretty sure he won’t get a how are you back from jimin but-

‘’How are you?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’I’m quite fine. Thank you Jimin!’’ Jimin nods.

Jimin again looks behind the woman on wheelchair. He can’t see the boy anymore.

‘’The good news is, our session is going to end early today.’’ Seokjin says as he tries his best to make it sound a happy announcement.

‘’Is that so?’’ Jimin replies as he let out a feigned chuckle.

‘’Yup.’’ Seokjin replied with a sigh.

‘’Why so?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Hm?’’

‘’Why are you ending today so soon, Doc Jin? Don’t you want to delve inside my brain? Or are you finally tired of denying the true traits of Park Jimin?’’ Jimin questions him in a low tone.

Seokjin lets out a chuckle, a very normal one. ‘’No Jimin! I have a function to attend today. That’s why I need to leave early.’’

‘’oh!’’ That’s all Jimin said.

‘’And you need to understand and remember that I’m here to help you. To understand you. To make you live a normal life. To help you. You don’t need to feel-‘’

‘’I know. You have told me this many time already now.’’

There was a long pause. Jimin looks on his right side, feeling the look over his left where Doc Jin was pleasantly sipping on his coffee. Jimin knows he needs to talk now.

‘’The weather is too beautiful to be called an only a weather, don’t you think Doc?’’ Jimin says.

‘’Yes, of course.’’ Seokjin replies.

‘’I wish this could remain forever.’’

‘’ We all do but things don’t always go the way we want.’’ Seokjin was successful taking the turn of his conversation.

‘’I know. It never does in my case.’’ The turn is he there, Jimin thinks.

Taking a deep breath and placing the coffee mug on the stool Seokjin starts-

‘’Its okay to think like that Jimin. But what is not okay is to take is negatively. If I were you I would have try not to succumb into the dullness of the whole thing, rather challenge myself to change the outcome.’’

‘’that’s why you’re not me.’’

‘’Jimin, all of this are temporary. The weather is temporary. And You thinks its sad because this Autumn will not stay for too long. And you hate winter. But you’re missing out a bright point here.’’ Jimin finally looks at Seokjin. ‘’You dislike the fact that winter is coming which results in you ignoring the mere fact of longevity. If Autumn goes away too soon then Winter will do the same.’’

‘’Rather than worrying about Autumn being short why can’t we just count on the short days of winter and look forward to the next Autumn!’’ Seokjin looks at Jimin with a smile. The other one was quietly looking at him.

‘’We always ignore the bright side of everything and let us get ingest into the dark and sad feelings. There is so much positivity surrounding.’’

‘’But its not that easy-‘’ Jimin starts.

‘’I know its not. Trust me I do. We all are here to fight our way through our life. We are all fighting for our own destiny. But some of us are giving up on the mere negativity that are coming on our way.’’

Jimin proceeds to lock his eyes on his entangled hands and fingers.

‘’Look Jimin! I know its hard for you. But you’re doing so good. You’re better than when you first came here. You’re more vibrant and livelier than before. And it makes me so happy and proud to see you like this.’’

Jimin could feel a pressure on his chest. He tried hard to gulp down the choking sob that is threatening to escape.

‘’You’re talking very different than other days.’’ Jimin says.

‘’Am I?’’ Seokjin interrogates.

‘’Not really. But this is supposed to be your last words of the session. Do I expect for a backward session today?’’ Jimin replies.

Seokjin laughs. ‘’No! jeez don’t talk like that. I told you we are ending today’s session early. I could have easily begun with your mental health and how are you dealing with your depression lately but I won’t.’’ Jimin again looks up at Seokjin.

‘’Today, like always, Im here to remind you of the positive side of our life. Because Jimin, you deserve to know the beauty of life. Other than anything, if I have to choose, I will always talk to you about the positivity. Its because I like to have this conversation with you. And I want you to accept the zeal of life. Because a person like you deserve to be happy.’’

Jimin suddenly feels something warm floods in his inside. Was it hope?

‘’Thank you Doc Jin.’’ Jimin finally replies.

‘’You’re always welcome.’’

With that both of them falls silent. Seokjin doesn’t say anything as he hopes what he just said gets into Jimin’s head. Jimin is again looking back at the Woman on the wheelchair. As he sees the smile of the woman after seeing there is now two birds, makes a smile appears on Jimin’s face. Seeing Jimin smile, Seokjin’s eyes follow where he was looking.

‘’Before we end this, I want to ask about your friend. How is she doing? What you call her… Granny Min? Are you guys still having fun together?’’ Seokjin asked Jimin about his only friend in the hospital, a 45 years old lady, who stays in the congested room beside Jimin.

‘’Oh her! She went home yesterday. Im happy for her. She will be back soon.’’

‘’Ah! Good to know.’’ Replied Seokjin.

Suddenly Jimin could see that figure again. The boy. He is now sitting on a stool at the end of the lawn across him.

‘’Aren’t you going to end this?’’ Jimin asked.

‘’Already bored of me.’’ Seokjin laughs.

‘’When I was not.’’

‘’Right! And the time is ending for today here. I will see you in 2 days, Jimin.’’

‘’Good to know. ’Jimin replies.

‘’Remember what I said. Eat your meal well and take the medicines timely. Never forget there are people who loves you,’’ With that Seokjin takes his coffee mug and starts to walk away from Jimin after waving a goodbye.

Jimin keeps on looking at Seokjin until his figure disappears inside the building. He then diverts his eyes to the other boy, the mysterious new figure. He is still sitting on the same position.

After giving it few thoughts, Jimin gets up from his sit and starts walking to the direction of the new boy. He just wants to know if he was new or maybe his name too.

The boy is now looking something over to his left side. He is now turning to the direction where Jimin is. Jimin stops and try to change his walking direction a little because he thinks he is walking to fast towards the boy. He doesn’t have any intention of scaring him or make him feel uncomfortable with his presence.

But as soon as Jimin changed his position the boy also did. He is now looking down at his feet. Still.

‘Did he sense my presence already?’ Jimin questioned himself. ‘You’re thinking too much Park Jimin. Why are you so nervous!’’

Finally, Jimin reached infront of the boy who was still looking down. Jimin doesn’t know what to do or what to say to get his attention so he keeps on standing.

After what feels like a decade, the boy finally looks up and straight into Jimin’s eyes. Which definitely throws Jimin back.

He has beautiful eyes. Dagger sharp. Not only his eyes, he is handsome too.

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He remains with the same posture, being at a lost of action. On the other hand, the boy didn’t even flinch a bit, he is still looking straight into Jimin eyes. As if he is trying to read his soul.

Finally, the boy cocks his right eyebrow, which makes Jimin come down from his haze. He clears his throat.

‘’Hello!’’ Jimin manages to say at last.

To make it more awkward and unbearably irritating for Jimin, the boy didn’t reply rather he is still looking straight.

‘’Umm… do you mind if I sit here?’’ Jimin asks.

He doesn’t say anything but after few seconds he takes his gaze away and moves his right hand, indicating the place is free for Jimin to sit. Jimin doesn’t hesitate to sit beside the boy but he is afraid he might get up and leave.

Jimin doesn’t say anything. Neither does the boy. Jimin looks ahead and sees that the woman on wheelchair is now leaving the bird and the maple tree behind. I think her time is up, now she has to go back to her room again. Jimin feels a rush of sadness. He wishes he could help her.

Jimin again gets his focus back on the boy beside him as he feels that the boy just shifted on his position. He carefully looks at the boy. His side profile is gorgeous he has to say. He has sharp jaw line, pointy nose. Even his forehead is pretty-

Jimin felt like his soul left his body as the boy suddenly turn his head towards him, catching Jimin red handed staring at him. He cocks his head slightly as if questioning why Jimin was looking at him.

Jimin immediately looks away. Clearing his throat for the second time, he prepares himself for a conversation.

‘’I’m Park Jimin.’’

No reply.

Jimin could feel his entire existence set one fire. Did he get ignored? Was he interrupting someone else’s privacy? How does he escape now? To make it worse, the boy was still looking with his burning gaze; head still slightly cocked.

‘’Jeon Jungkook.’’

‘’heh?’’ first of all Jimin wasn’t expecting an answer. Second, he has a nice soft voice. Third, it was barely audible.

‘’I said my name is Jeon Jungkook.’’ He made himself clear now.

‘’Nice to meet you Jungkook. Are you new here?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Oh! Good.’’ Jimin try to smile at Jungkook but he was looking somewhere else. Clearly not interested or that’s what Jimin felt.

Jimin stays quiet. There’s still chilly breeze blowing. He wonders if deciding to talk to Jungkook was a good idea or not. He could have just enjoyed his time before going back to his room.

Jungkook takes an audible sigh as if he was bored; making Jimin more uncomfortable than he was already. Still Jungkook doesn’t bother to say anything. Jimin decides to wait a bit more.

After what feels like decade which was in reality only 5 minutes, Jimin started to feel impatient. Jungkook still hasn’t said anything nor even moved.

Jimin decided to ask him something more but Jungkook suddenly gets up from his sit and started to walk directly to the building leaving a confused and hurt Jimin. Just in a second Jimin hears a bell; their times are over for the morning, now they have to go back to their room, take a shower and eat.

As Jimin makes his way towards the building, he cannot help but feel sad at the cold behavior he got from the new boy Jungkook.

Maybe its him. Maybe its his face and his luck that everyone he meets doesn’t want to be around him and builds a dislikeness towards him. Jimin keeps on thinking this wanted thought as he enters the building.

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It was already 10 pm. Jimin is done with his dinner and every other nighttime schedule. Now he is just waiting for sleep to endeavor him.

Today’s weather had a good impact on him. Even it helped him to cope up with sadness that he felt. He wishes if he could have this weather everything. As he tries to linger the weather for as long as he can, he decides to open the window and stare at the night sky.

The hospital he is admitted to was the biggest one in the city of Busan. It has its own reputation of being one of the best mental hospital of the country. It was built in a spacious area. It’s a 4-storage building with huge amount of empty space surrounding it. Rumor says the whole building is consisted of more than a thousand of room for patient. Apart from the frontal area, the whole empty space surrounding the building is used for making roaming place for the patients and the doctors; the backside and the rightside area is for the patient and the left side is for the doctors. The backside is called merriment 1 or m1 and the right side is m2. There is difference between this two. M1 is used for patient who are less dangerous and more mentally stable whereas m2 is used for the opposite ones. After the checkups, patients are decided by the authority to which area they can use. This also applies for dinning hall. Not all the patient can dine in there. Only the permitted one can. Jimin got his permission 2 weeks ago.

Through the window from Jimin’s room, he can see the whole m1 area easily. As it is nighttime, no patients are allowed to go there. He heard that if someone breaks the rule they have to face some sorts of punishment for that.

Jimin’s eyes found the stool he and the new boy Jungkook was siting in the morning. Remembering Jungkook, abruptly some feelings of dejection hits him. Jungkook didn’t seem like someone who was too ill. Jimin thought he might be like him. Just depressed and suicidal. He regrets expecting such things. He doesn’t even know why he is making a big deal out of it. But he cannot seem to get that event of rejection out of his head. And it’s killing him inside.

Jimin knows its not good for him. He still remembers what Doc Jin said this morning. He has to think positively. So he decided to leave Jungkook off of his thoughts and think about something better.

Jimin’s mind drifts off to memories of his family; his mom, dad and his younger brother. He misses them. He wishes he could be with them now and see them. His parents came to visit him last week. He was so happy to see them. So were they. They spent good hours until the very last moment. Jimin almost forgot about Jihyun. When he asked about him his parents replied he was busy with homeworks so he couldn’t come.

‘’Oh!’’ Jimin replied.

‘’Sweatheart, Jihyun misses you a lot.’’ His mother replied. ‘’ He wanted to come. But if he didn’t do his works it would be bad for his result.’’

‘’I see. But isn’t he always done with his homework during the weekend?’’ Jimin’s question made his parents exchange looks.

‘’Listen son. Don’t think like that. His finals are-‘’ his dad started.

‘’I know. I know. Trust me I do.’’ He abruptly stopped his father in midway. ‘’ I know everything. How he feels and how I make him feel. Just tell him that I love him a lot. And I wish to end his misery of having an older brother like me a long time ago. But I failed. That’s what I can do-‘’

‘’ No please, baby. Don’t think like that-‘’ his mother said.

‘’No don’t cry. Not now.’’ Jimin’s father tried to calm his wife down.

‘’IM SO SORRY!’’ Jimin was now started to cry and scream. ‘’ IM SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. I SHOULD LIVE NOW.’’ With that Jimin gets up from his sit and started to walk back to the building. He could already see some nurse approaching him-

That’s how the last meeting went. Jihyun still hasn’t come to visit him. He knows its only been a week since he met his parents but he actually believed Jihyun would have come right after. But he didn’t.

Tears started to roll down his cheeks. Jimin’s mind was screaming ‘stop being pathetic’. But he didn’t have any control over his sadness. That is what his life was. Full of sadness. He is nothing but a mistake-

Jimin was pulled back from his thoughts as he felt like he saw some movement down in m1. His heart was beating fast. His immediate thought was that it’s a ghost and he isn’t ashamed of saying that he is afraid of ghosts.

Jimin thinks of closing the window and go back to bed but something was stopping him from doing so. with the name of God, Jimin decided to inspect the area.

He could swear his heart left his body as soon as he spotted something on m2. No, it was someone. And from the outfit, Jimin thinks it’s a patient. But how could it be! No patient was allowed to be there at this ungodly hour.

Jimin runs to the other part of the room and turns the light off and goes back to the window. He has no idea what he is doing, all he knows that he doesn’t want to cause any trouble but he knows not of what trouble it could be.

Jimin’s eyes goes back to the corner he saw that figure. If he is not wrong, it’s the same place Jungkook and he was sitting this morning. He tries to squint his eyes to see who he could be. He was sure it must be one of those m2 patient, who probably tried to sneak into m1.

Jimin kept on following the figure. He is sure he has never seen this person in m1, not the 6 months he was in. The person looks quite tall; at least taller than Jimin, slim body, black hair-

Jimin felt like his eyes will bawled out of the socket. He suddenly recognized who it was. Its Jeon Jungkook, the new boy.

Jimin is now practically jumping up and down in his position. He has to do something, he cannot believe this new boy could make this sort of mistake. What if he gets caught? He is new here so he probably doesn’t know anything about the restriction. Will they slack him off for this time? He doubts they will. Jimin has been warned about all the restriction the day he was admitted and he was told to follow them strictly. So he is sure this boy has also been told. Then what is he doing now? He must have been seeing wrong.

Jimin again looks at that person to clarify what he saw is wrong or right. But nope, he didn’t make any mistake. It was indeed Jeon Jungkook.

Should he do something? Is there any way to warn that boy? Should he go out and tell the guards? No he cant. So should he go and tell him? Nope! He can get caught too. Besides Jimin’s room is locked now.

Wait! If his room is locked that means every other patient’s room should be locked. Which means Jungkook’s room should have been locked too. Then how was he there.

Jimin checks for the 2nd time if he made any mistake or not. He didn’t. Jungkook is still in there.

What is happening? Jimin is definitely worried about the boy. He seemed like a nice guy even though he didn’t talk to him in the morning. He doesn’t want anything happen to Jungkook.

Out of no where Jungkook’s head, Right then, turned up and to the direction of where Jimin’s room located in the building. From Jimin’s spot it seemed like Jungkook was looking straight at him. Jimin was frozen. He tried to bend down as soon as he can. After few minutes of siting on the floor, Jimin tried sneak a look at the other boy down there. Jungkook was looking somewhere else now. Which caused Jimin to go back to his previous tension.

As Jimin was being frantic, lost in his thought, Jungkook was already walking back to the building. Just before he disappears Jimin’s eyes caught his figure. He sees Jungkook leaving m1 and going back to the building. There is no guard. No sign of them.

That was odd. Is he some sort of highly privileged person to get permission to do such thing without getting caught? Jimin doesn’t know. He is now sweating for being so worried for past 5 minutes. He checks the area through his window one last time before going back to his bed. It was enough for him for the day. He decided it’s better to sleep.

Jimin couldn’t shake off the image of Jungkook sitting on the stool of m1 from his mind as he laid down on his bed. He tried hard to fall asleep but was in vain. It took him few hours before his mind was at ease and he was succumb to deep slumber.

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The next morning Jimin was back to doing his usual stuffs; getting up, washing up, having breakfast and meds, going for daily checkups (minus consulting with Doc Jin which is scheduled tomorrow). Now he is ready to have his time off in m1. The incident of last night is long forgotten. He somehow forgot about Jungkook.. until he sees him in the same stool in m1.

Jungkook was sitting there in the same position from last night. Seeing him Jimin gulps down as he remembers the event. It felt like it was a dream. Jimin ponders if he should go to Jungkook or just ignore him. As he was thinking Jungkook suddenly looks straight at him and scares the hell out of Jimin. Just like before, Jungkook again cocks his head, as if asking Jimin of something.

Jimin doesn’t know what should he do. After giving it a few thoughts, he decided to approach Jungkook again.

Jimin sits beside the boy. Jungkook was now back to looking up at the sky.

‘’Good Morning……Jungkook?’’ Jimin purposely made the ending sound like a question while delaying before saying his name which got him no reaction from the other.

‘’Its not morning anymore.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’Huh?’’ Jimin was caught off guard.

‘’I said its not morning. I have been awake for past 5 hours so nope its not morning.’’

‘’ohh!.’’

Suddenly Jungkook laughs making Jimin confused. Even his laugh is attractive.

‘’What?’’ Jimin questions.

‘’This is the second time we are talking and the conversation went the same way. I say something and you don’t hear then I repeat and you say ‘’oh’’.’’ Jungkook says smiling while looking at Jimin. Jimin feels hit rise up on his cheeks. He was surely embarrassed.

‘’uh… I’m sorry.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Why are you sorry?’’

‘’For being a disappointment.’’

‘’heh?’’ its time for Jungkook to be confused. Jimin doesn’t reply instead he kept on looking at his hand.

After a solid 30 second of awkward silence, Jungkook finally decides to talk.

‘’Are you always like this?’’

‘’Like what?’’

‘’umm… being so over dramatic.’’ Jimin felt like his entire world turn into ice.

‘’Im not being dramatic.’’ Jimin tries to argue back.

‘’oh sure! ‘sorry for being a disappointment’ I don’t even hear this sort of dialogue in movies.’’ Jungkook laughs as he says the line mocking Jimin’s voice. Jimin is sure his ears are now red. This is humiliating.

‘’Guess you’re right!’’ with that Jimin gets up from the stool and starts to walk.

‘’hey hey hey! Wait.’’ Jungkook was quick to get up and grab Jimin’s hand.

‘’What!’’ Jimin tries his best to remain cool.

‘’I was just joking.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Sure you were. Have fun.’’ As Jimin says the last word his voice made a chocking sound indicating he was on a verge of crying.

This has probably hit Jungkook more than it should have been. His face looks like he was concerned.

‘’Hey! I really am sorry. I was just messing with you. I didn’t know it will affect you this way.’’ Jimin doesn’t say anything. ‘’Come here and sit with me again. Maybe we could have a proper introduction now.’’ Jungkook proposes.

Jimin couldn’t say no to this. He won’t. So he accept the proposal and goes back to sit on the stool.

‘’So you said your name is Park Jimin.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’You remember.’’

‘’I bet you remember my name too.’’ Jungkook replies.

With that they started to have conversation. Jungkook tells him about his morning and the day before. Yesterday was his first day. Jimin tells him about his day and briefly about past 6 months. Jungkook is a good listener and he talks so less unless he is asked a question.

They are now talking about their family. Jimin tells Jungkook about his family, how they are and what they used to do during vacation. He tried his best not to mention any sad moments.

‘’How about you? How is your family.’’ Jimin asks Jungkook.

‘’Uh, my family!’’ Jungkook takes a deep sigh before continuing. ‘’I have my parents and older brother. They are cool.’’

‘’oh! So you’re the youngest of the family?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Yes! 97liner.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’really? That makes you younger than me.’’

‘’it does?’’ Jungkook says with raising his right eyebrow.

‘’yup.’’ Jimin replies with a smile.

There was a long pause again until Jimin decides to break it.

‘’if you don’t mind. May I ask why you are here?’’

Jungkook doesn’t reply immediately. He doesn’t look at Jimin, he was looking up at the sky. Jimin suddenly have a feeling that Jungkook’s reply is going to be something sad.

‘’Various reasons. Mostly because my parents think I need treatment.’’ Jungkook replies still looking up at the sky. ‘’Why are you here?’’

‘’I don’t think you’re ready to hear it.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Try me.’’ Jungkook looks at Jimin and smiles.

‘’I tried to kill myself.’’

Jungkook doesn’t budge hearing the statement, rather he kept looking at Jimin. Jimin is now feeling awkward.

‘’Oh!’’ Finally, Jungkook says with a sigh. Jimin doesn’t say anything.

‘’What…was the reasons for your parents to think that way?’’ Jimin asks again.

‘’I don’t think so this time you’re ready to hear.’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’Try me?’’

‘’Well… I was accused of trying to murder people.’’ Jungkook finally replies.

Jimin couldn’t say anything. Before he could even react, the bell rings indicating they need to go back to the building.

Jungkook immediately gets up and starts to walk away. He stops for a while and waves goodbye to Jimin. Jimin was still sitting on the same position.

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Jimin is currently waiting for Doc Jin to show up with his coffee mug. It’s the next day, the consultation day.

Jimin was back to basic. After Jungkook left him there yesterday, he went back to his room and did what he usually does. He didn’t see Jungkook after that. He wasn’t on m1 during the evening off hours. Jimin checked m1 through his window at night too. But no one was there this time. Jimin was still in doubt if his mind is still playing tricks on him. Maybe he got a new sickness! That would be sad.

As Jimin was busy in his thought, Seokjin was already there. He was waiting sitting beside Jimin to finally notice him.

‘’You’re already here! Why didn’t you knock me?’’ Jimin asks as soon as he notices the presence of Doc Jin beside him.

‘’didn’t want to disturb your serene mood!’’ replied Seokjin. Which makes Jimin let out a nonchalant chuckle.

‘’So how is Park Jimin doing?’’ Seokjin starts off the day.

‘’Good! I guess. ‘’ Jimin replies.

‘’only good? Not great good?’’ Seokjin attempts for a light-hearted fun.

‘’If I say that im feeling really better and im better than before, will you let me leave this place?’’

‘’Tough challenge. Don’t you like this place? Wont you miss your granny Min or your favorite nurse if you leave? Or me?’’

Jimin laughs and shakes his head. ‘’Jokes don’t suit you when you’re talking to your patient who is nothing but a wretched.’’

Seokjin makes a snorting noise. ‘’You young lad! Is very hard to handle.’’

‘’Already giving up, huh?’’

‘’Try me.’’

With that a long pause comes. Until Seokjin decides to break it.

“Today we are back to our regular consultant.’’

‘’Are we going back to your office for that?’’ Jimin inquires.

‘’No. We are staying here.’’

‘’why?’’

‘’Because” Seokjin takes a pause. ‘’I want to talk to you not as a doctor anymore. I want to talk to you as a friend. I don’t want it to be a consultation but a normal conversation. It would be easier for me.’’

‘’I see.’’ Replies Jimin.

“Lets starts with you telling me about the past two days? How did you do? Did something exciting happen? I know its quite impossible but let me pretend something could happen.’’

Jimin’s heart skips a bit. He was reminded of the night when he saw Jungkook on m1. He ponders if he should mention it to Doc Jin or not. At the end decides against it.

‘’Nothing much actually. Same old thing. Except for there is still no granny Min and I may or may not have made a new friend or met a new person you could say.’’ Jimin says.

‘’Is that so? who is that person?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’There is this new boy-‘’

‘’The one who you have been looking?’’

‘’huh?’’ Confused Jimin.

‘’I saw the previous day you have been staring at someone. You were just doing the same a while ago. ’’ Seokjin replies.

Jimin is lost of words. Of course, Doc Jin is going to notice every single detail of him. Jimin found Jungkook walking around m1 right after Doc Jin appeared.

‘’Yeah.’’ Jimin confessed.

‘’So, tell me about him. How is he? What’s his name?’’

‘’I don’t know much about him. We only talked once. He told me his name and I told him mine. His name is Jeon Jungkook. He is new here.’’ Jimin tells Seokjin. Both of them were staring at Jungkook now. He is walking around his back facing them.

‘’hm I see! Its good for you. I hope he is a good kid and you guys can be friend.’’

‘’Are you going to gather information about him?’’ Jimin says all too quickly.

‘’umm? Do you want me too?’’

‘’No! I mean…’’ Jimin again got tongue tied. ‘’ I was just thinking. That’s what you do being my doctor.’’

‘’Is there something you want to know about him?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’Not really. I would love to find out from him rather than from his medical reports.’’ Jimin replies.

‘’Alright!’’ Says Seokjin. ‘’Let’s get back to you now, shall we?’’ Seokjin asks, Jimin nods.

They are again back to ‘about Jimin’ and his current condition. Seokjin asks him about various things. Trying to find out any sorts of negative improvement. From what Jimin tells him, Seokjin can understand clearly that the boy is doing better than before. Seokjin remembers when he first saw Jimin, his condition was bad, not only bad but worse. He met him right after 2 days he was admitted here. He was assigned with him immediately. There were various scars on Jimin’s body indicating self-harm, he looked as if he was in coma. He barely talked or moved. Understandable as he was just brought back from almost death.

After Jimin’s failed attempt of suicide, his parents were left with no option but to admit him on Busan Mental Hospital. Jimin was found in his bathroom, wrist wide open with a cut, water running down from the bathtub, the whole bathroom was flooded with red blood. Thankfully he was found in time and he was saved.

Jimin was diagnosed with MDD (major depressive disorder) when he was 17 years old. After the suicide attempt he was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Seokjin has been treating him for past 6 months and finally he is seeing some positive result within the boy.

‘’what about the flashbacks? Are you still getting them?’’ Seokjin asks.

‘’Yes.” Jimin replies.

‘’Are you taking the medicine in time.’’

‘’Hmm.’’

There is currently no sad event happening in Jimin’s life but he gets flashbacks of past events which causes an upraise to his depression. Seokjin knew what was wrong with Jimin. Those events which he thinks off as negative or unpleasant weren’t exactly like that. Little things make Jimin sad. He was vulnerable and prone to depression. Its all in his head. His own head is his biggest trap and its hard for him to get out of it.

‘’Did you try all the ways I taught you.’’

‘’Yes, I did.’’

‘’Was it any better.’’

‘’Truthfully saying, sometimes they were.’’

‘’that’s progressive. I’m glad to hear that.’’ Seokjin encourages Jimin.

Its already been an hour. It’s time for Seokjin to ‘serve his encourage words’ or that’s what Jimin calls them. Even though Jimin pretends like he hates these things, Seokjin knows he listens to him very attentively.

That’s what Seokjin likes about Jimin. Jimin knows that he cannot live like this and he needs to get better, better for his sake and the people around him. He is fighting his battle with all the wills he has. And from the perspective of Seokjin, Jimin is doing incredibly amazing. He is proud of the boy. Seokjin is sure within few months Jimin will be able to go back to his normal life.

Just a few months.

‘’So Jimin! That’s it for today.’’ Seokjin tells Jimin. Jimin smiles. ‘’I had a great time. I hope you did too. I know you did.’’ Seokjin winks at Jimin.

‘’Yes, I did.’’ Jimin replies. His eyes are currently searching for Jungkook who was on his right side across the lawn few seconds ago. He was hoping to catch the boy after Doc Jin leaves. But Jungkook might have already left.

‘’As you know this is the last day for this week. I won’t be seeing you until next Sunday.’’ Jimin nods. ‘’I pray that you do well within these days. I will be informed every detail of you and your checkups, so that we can discuss on your progress during the next consultation.’’

‘’See you next time. Bye Jimin!’’

‘’See ya Doc Jin.’’ Seokjin starts to walk back to the building to his office direction. Seokjin walks he looks back to see Jimin looking around as if to find something. ‘probably looking for that other boy’ Seokjin thinks, ‘I have to find information about him.’

Jimin walks around m1 but cannot see Jungkook anywhere. He really did leave. Sighing, Jimin decides to walk around a little bit and observe other people.

The weather was already getting cold. Which means winter is right at the corner. The sky is bright blue today but the sun isn’t anywhere. Jimin felt as if he can never be prepared for winter to come.

As Jimin was walking he found himself at the right corner of m1, where the boundary is, the boundary between m1 and m2. Jimin decides to walk close to the boundary. He can see the patients of m2, the leveled dangerous patient. But they looked so normal to him. As if they were also the one belongs to m1. They can easily mingle within the progressed patients. Minus the fact they are mostly known as socio and psychopaths.

Jimin spots one patient who he knows about. Kim Namjoon. He is a very famous figure here. He isn’t even from Busan. He was from Ilsan. He is famous for murdering his own girlfriend. He was sent to prison but due to his corrupted mental state they were forced to send him here. Since then he hasn’t done anything dreadful but nevertheless people are still scared of him because of his brutality. He was already here when Jimin was getting admitted so Jimin knows his story from all the news.

Jimin walks away from the boundaries. It’s useless to think about the unfairness of human life. His own life is messed up badly.

Jimin was ready to leave m1 but the woman on wheelchair again catches his attention. She is back to talking to the birds on the maple tree but this time there isn’t any bird. She is probably talking to herself. Sighing, Jimin starts walking again.

Suddenly a loud scream scares Jimin. He stops where he is. He is sure it was a male’s voice coming from the ground floor of the building. He could see all the patients’ eyes moved towards the building and nurses who were around m1 running toward the building. Jimin starts also running.

The whole area where the supposed incident happened were already full of people, both patients and staffs. Jimin tried his best to push through to see what is happening. After several tries, Jimin could finally manage to poke his head through the bodies to make out the actual scenario. What he saw wasn’t something he expected.

There is blood on the floor. Not too much, just a little but still it was blood. One of the staffs is holding us steel made meds containing, laying on the floor it’s a scissor and some medicine. Left to the staffs is a boy on the ground who’s hand is bleeding hence where the blood came from.

The boy is none other than Jeon Jungkook. He has tears in his eyes and he looked as if he is in pain. Jimin felt a rush and his blood was coming up on his face. He wants to help Jungkook, he looks he is in pain. Before Jimin could move, doctors push through the crowd.

‘’What’s going on here? Oh my god-‘’ one of the doctor says. Jimin can see Doc Jin behind two other doctors.

‘’What happened to him?’’ Says another female doctor named Chaeyoung.

“I…i…’’ Jungkook tried to speak but he was crying now. Jimin felt something clutches his heart.

“What happened?’’ the first doctor, known as Professor Kwanghi, asks the staff who were beside Jungkook.

‘’i..i don’t know what just happened!’’ said the staff.

‘’What do you mean you don’t know.’’

‘’I was just walking and he attacked me.’’ The staff said. Jungkook immediately looks up at the staff in disbelieve and fear on his whole face. He looks from the staff to the doctors. Tears are now rolling down his cheeks.

‘’He attacked you?’’ asked professor Chaeyoung.

‘’Ma’am yes…’’

‘’I didn’t.’’ Jungkook interrupted with an almost inaudible voice but everyone could make out what he said. From behind came Doctor Mark, he was a foreign doctor here. He crouches beside Jungkook and checks the cut on his arm.

“We need to treat him first.’’ Says professor Mark.

“Sir, trust me I didn’t do anything.’’ Said the staff.

‘’Did I ask you to say anything!’’ everyone falls silent at that. Doctor Mark helps Jungkook get up. Two more staff hurriedly comes nd helps Jungkook to walk to the treatment room.

“Wipe the floor immediately.’’ Professor Kwanghi says. ‘’and you.’’ He points at the staff.’’ Come to the staff office right now.’’

‘’Everyone please go now. Go back to what you were doing. There’s nothing to see here. We will handle the rest.’’ Jimin hears Doc Jin says those words loudly as everyone started to leave the place.

Seokjin starts to follow the other doctor but Jimin stops him.

‘’Doc Jin wait!’’

‘’Jimin! Yes?’’

‘’What just happened?’’ Jimin asked.

‘’I think I have seen as much as you did or maybe less than you.’’ Replies Seokjin.

‘’But he is the boy. Jeon Jungkook. I told you about him.’’

‘’I have seen him. Yes, he is.’’ Seokjin says.

‘’Are you all going to punish him for that?’’ Jimin questions.

‘’We don’t know what happened, Jimin. If he hasn’t done anything why would we punish him.’’

‘’I don’t know.’’

‘’Go back, Jimin.’’

‘’Listen.’’ Jimin speaks up again.’’ I don’t trust you all. I have talked to Jungkook before. I can tell you…I can tell you that he hasn’t done anything.’’ Jimin stops and gets closer to Seokjin.’’ You don’t stay here all the time. You have no idea how some of the staffs treat us. I have seen that one, the staff, he was… he threw away someone’s gift. Ugh! You have to understand…’’

‘’Jimin! Come down.’’ Seokjin stops the stressed boy infront of him.’’ I will see what I can do.’’

‘’don’t hurt Jungkook!’’

At that Seokjin looks back at Jimin into his eyes. The boy way being serious. ‘’If he is not guilty at all. We won’t let a pin hurt him, Jimin!’’

Jimin doesn’t say anything.

‘’Go back to your room. You’re shower time has already started.’’ With that Seokjin leaves without glancing back at Jimin. Jimin remains in the same position as he was. His inside was creeped up with fear. He was worried about Jungkook. He knows that he doesn’t know the boy that well but he can’t help but feel sad and worried seeing Jungkook on the floor, bloodied and crying.

Eventually Jimin starts to walk towards the 3rd floor, his room. He cannot wait to find out what had happened to Jungkook.

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Jimin didn’t see Jungkook that day during evening free hours. He was sure Jungkook wasn’t permitted for dinning yet but he still looked for him. He even tried to search him on m1 till midnight through his window. Even though he was constantly questioning himself what he was doing and why but he could not resist the urge.

The next day Jungkook wasn’t there in the morning nor in the evening. Jimin was practically anxious by the time. He tried to ask staffs and other patients about what had happened the other day but the patients didn’t know either and the staffs didn’t want to tell. After trying his best Jimin finally gave up. Now his only hope was Jungkook himself.

When Jimin didn’t see again in the morning the next day, he immediately took a decision and set up a plan. He was scared but he decided he would try his best and give it a shot.

The dinning starts around 8 pm. 15 minutes before that everyone starts to leave their room and gather around the hall. Jimin planned to go find Jungkook during the time everyone will start to leave for dinning. It was a dangerous plan as patients are forbidden to meet other patient or leave their own floor and roam around the building except for certain area. If they wanted to meet another patient they had to take permission and they would be sent with another staff. If someone gets caught disobeying the rule they have to face penalty for that. The worse Jimin could think of as a penalty is that he would be locked up or the dinning permission would be taken away. Jimin won’t let that happen.

With a shaking heartbeat Jimin starts his mission.

As much as Jimin knows the frontal side of the building is where the dangerous patients’ wards are situated and backside was for the progressed ones. Jungkook is not categorized as a dangerous one so he should be at the backside of the building. The newly admitted patient was one the 2nd and third floor of the left side of the building. But those who gets a privileged lift, they were sent to 4th floor and that’s where Jimin will look for because Jimin is sure Jungkook was one of those privileged ones.

Jimin starts to climbs up the stairs. There were patients coming down. He can’t see any staffs, he prays he won’t have to. As he reaches 3rd floor, he accidentally bumped into someone. He looks up to see it was a patient.

‘’Where are you going? I don’t think you are from here!’’ he questions Jimin immediately. Jimin gulps down. The patient laughs, probably because of the horrified look on Jimin’s face.

‘’Are you trying to trespass?’’ The patient whispers into Jimin’s ear making Jimin more panicked then he was already.

‘’N-no…i…’’ Jimin tries to speak.

‘’Hurry up buddy.’’ With that he leaves Jimin. He walks down the stairs without looking back at him. Jimin quickly snaps out of his stance and started to walk upstairs as quickly as possible.

Reaching the 4th floor, his destination, Jimin panicked more to see the empty hallway. During the dinning time all staffs leaves for the hall; as if it’s a trick to catch a patient trespassing. Jimin doesn’t waste any time he starts to look for Jungkook. He wishes that he won’t be inside his room or if he is then he manages to find him.

Jimin suddenly stops on his track.

He fucked up.

He fucked up big time.

He forgot about the CC cameras.

As he looks straight at the one above his head, he wants to laugh. He probably left his brain on the bathroom when he was making the plan during shower. There’s nothing he can do. He is bound to get caught now.

What has been done is done, Jimin thinks. He is going to get caught anyway so he needs to finish what he came for. He starts to walk again.

After what feels like decade Jimin finally reaches where he wanted to. He guesses a side of the hall where he could find Jungkook. Now he has to decide which room. Jimin knows very well his guessing can be wrong, it 100% will but he is going to give them a try. He already fucked up so why not fuck it up a little bit more.

With that Jimin opens the door to his right.

Empty.

It was empty. Jimin wanted to scream, both in frustration and fear. He isn’t sure what he should do now.

Should he check another room? Yes, he will.

He checks 2 more rooms. He was shaking out of fear. He is ready to leave now. He was afraid and now after failing he is feeling sad. He can feel his eyes tearing up.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him on the corridor. Jimin freezes on his position. If he wasn’t enough scared before then now he is. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he look back or start running? Running seems like a good option. Maybe he could get rid of all of these. Or maybe while running he can trip and fall from the stairs and die-

‘’Are…you Jimin?’’ a voice speaks up.

Jimin immediately spins on his heel and looks back. He sees a figure standing few meters away from him. Tall, slim body and handsome.

Jungkook was standing there. He came from a room from left.

‘’ah.. ye-yes.’’ Jimin replies.

Jungkook starts to walk towards Jimin. He looks up and checks for any camera. There wasn’t any in this part of the hall.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ Jungkook questions Jimin. ‘’ Come with me.’’ Jungkook signs Jimin to follow him. Jungkook takes Jimin to his room or that’s what he believes. He closes the door behind. Jungkook stands his back facing the closed door, arms crossed over his chest and head his cocked to the side. As if asking Jimin question.

“I came to look for you.’’

‘’Why?’’

‘’I was worried.’’

‘’Why?’’

Jimin doesn’t answer. He doesn’t answer because he wasn’t sure what to answer. He doesn’t know why he was worried for Jungkook, neither he knows why was he so curious on finding out what had happened back there. So, he remains quiet.

Jungkook sighs. ‘’You can sit on the bed. There are some water on the stand if you want.’’

‘’No thanks! I have to leave soon.’’

‘’Aren’t you going to tell me why you are here?’’ Jungkook asks again.

‘’I told you I was worried.’’ Before Jungkook could say anything Jimin adds – ‘’ don’t ask why.’’

‘’Fine.’’ Jungkook replies after a while. There’s a long pause until Jimin speaks.

‘’Are you okay?’’

‘’Why do you care?’’

‘’Cant I just ask without you fucking-“

‘’Okay okay! Yes, I’m fine now.’’ Jungkook replies. Jimin doesn’t say anything back.

‘’What happened the other day?’’ Jimin asks. ‘’don’t tell me that its none of my business!’’ Jimin says, hurt visible in his voice.

Jungkook walks over to the bed and sits down. Jimin was still standing. ‘’ Im so tired of telling the same thing over and over to the authority and doctors.’’ Jungkook takes a deep breath. ‘’I guess I wont die by repeating once more.’’

‘’If you’re so reluctant on telling then don’t. I will go.’’ Jimin says.

‘’No! if you have risked to come this far then I have to tell you I guess.’’ Jimin doesn’t reply to this either. “but I’m pretty sure you will not believe. Why would you believe a new boy anyway!’’ Jungkook says as he lets out a chuckle.

‘’Try me maybe?’’ Jimin says.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for few seconds before he starts. ‘’I saw you with Doctor Seokjin that day siting on the stool on m1. I was waiting for your consultation to end. But it was getting late and I was bored. So, I decided I will see you in the evening and I started to leave for my room. But then when I was entering the building I was collided with the staff, his name is Minhyuk. I don’t know what’s his problem with me but he hasn’t been good to me since the day I first came. After I collided with him he dropped his container. As a basic instinct I got down to help him collect his stuffs but he refused and tried to take the container away from my hand as if I wont give it back to him.’’ Jungkook laughs as he takes a short break. ‘’As he tried to snatch it away it drops from my hand again but this time I noticed there was a scissor in there. It… it was supposed to be a meds container why there was a surgical scissor. Then I made the mistake of taking the scissor on my hand. And what he did next-‘’ Jungkook stops.

‘’What?’’ Jimin questions him.

‘’umm…’’ Jungkook pauses again. He wipes his nose with his sleeves. ‘’uh…he tries to take away the scissor but I was holding it, I guess, too tightly. So, he pushed the scissor and it scratched my hand pretty badly. You may have seen the bloods to understand how bad the injury was.’’

‘’You saw me there?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’I guessed that you were there. So, after they took to me to the treatment room they stopped the bleeding. After I was calmed, they asked me what happened. I told them what I just told you. At first, they seemed to believe me but they started to doubt once they heard what the staff said.’’

‘’what did he say?’’ Jimin asked furrowing his brows.

‘’Well his side of the story seemed fully opposite of mine. He accused me of having the scissor.’’ Jungkook let out a chuckle. ’’He said after we collided. I pushed him on the ground. I pulled out a scissor and tried to attack him with it and I cut myself instead.’’

‘’oh my god.’’ Jimin was shocked. ‘’Tell me they didn’t believe him.’’

‘’what do you think?’’ Jungkook questions back. ‘’at first, they were believing him but then Doctor Seokjin suggest to check the surveillance camera. But it made them confused at first. They told us to return to our respective places. But from what I can guess is that they found I was telling the truth.’’

‘’that’s good.’’

‘’would you believe me Jimin?’’ Jungkook asks.

‘’Yes.’’ Jimin didn’t hesitate to answer.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I have this feeling that you’re being honest. At least with me.’’ Jimin says in a low voice.

‘’Really? Its hard to believe that there is someone who can trust me.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Why is that?’’

‘’Because no one trust someone like me.’’

‘’Why are you talking like this.’’

‘’I’m trying to be like you.’’ Jungkook says as he tries to hide his laughter. That earns him a glare from Jimin. ‘’I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just messing. I’m sorry.’’

“No but seriously. No one trusts me. No one trusts nor believes in Jeon Jungkook.’’

‘’But why?’’

‘’Because everyone believes I’m a bad person.’’ Jungkook replies. ‘’Everyone believes that I’m someone who should everyone stay away from and not put their trust into. That confirms why I don’t have any friends.’’ Hearing this Jimin could feel a pang on his heart.

‘’But I believe you.’’ Jungkook head shoot at Jimin’s direction. ‘’I want to trust you. Can I trust you, Jungkook?’’

‘’You don’t even know anything about me!’’ Jungkook replies.

‘’We have plenty of times to know each other. Beside you also don’t know about me. Let’s be friends, Jungkook.’’ Jungkook doesn’t reply. ‘’You cannot hurt me right now being here, can you?’’

‘’I don’t know.’’

‘’No, you can’t. I’m sure.’’

‘’How can we be so sure?’’

‘’I’m sure cause I cant even hurt myself or you either.’’ At this Jungkook looks at Jimin, a small smile appeared on his face.

‘’You are right.’’

‘’So, what you say?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’Okay I guess.’’ They look at each other smiling.

Suddenly Jimin hears the bell ring, which mean the dinner time is up. Jimin panics again.

‘’You have to leave now.’’ Jungkook says.

‘’Yeah. I hope I don’t get caught. But I think they already saw me through the camera.’’

‘’No, they haven’t. you don’t have to worry about it.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Let’s go!’’

Jimin and Jungkook leaves the room. Jungkook tells Jimin to wait behind a pillar beside the room. To wait for some people to arrive so that he can easily mingle among them.

As people started to arrive Jimin starts walking towards the stairs. Jungkook is following him behind. Before he starts to climb down the stair, he says bye to Jungkook and Jungkook tells him he will meet him tomorrow morning.

As Jimin was going down he again meet that patient he met before.

‘’Oy! You’re done with your mischief?’’ he says with a big grin.

‘’Yup.’’ Jimin said smiling. The patient gives him a thumbs up and leaves.

Within 10 minutes Jimin was back at his room. He has 5 minutes before Taehyuk will be here with his medicine. He was practically shoving his left dinner down his throat. Jungkook was probably doing the same, he thinks.

Within an hour Jimin was laying on his bed. He couldn’t wait to fall asleep and wake up. He is eager to meet up with Jungkook tomorrow.

A flashback suddenly hits Jimin but this time it was of Doc Jin. He remembers the doctor asking him, ‘’ Did something exciting happen? I know it’s quite impossible but let me pretend something could happen.’’ For the first time a flashback put a smile on Jimin’s face. Yes, something was actually happening, something exciting and he doesn’t need to pretend for it.

As Jimin tries so hard to fall asleep he forgot to do one thing he have been doing since last week. It is to stand infront of the window, room’s light off and check if someone was on the m1. Lets hope there wasn’t anyone or we could pretend so.

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Question for you: i. what do you think of Jungkook?

ii. what do you think of Jimin?

iii. who do you think Jimin collided with while going to meet Jungkook?

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jkbunniesandcreme · 7 years ago

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Dance of the Two Doves (04)

Prologue l Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3

Title: Dance of the Two Doves

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. rest of BTS)

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, High School AU, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1,744

Summary: Fate decided to play on a young girl and boy’s lives. Can the two young kids find each other despite everyone and all odds against them?

A/N: LMAO wow lookie here. It’s Sunday and I didn’t update on Saturday. LMAO oops. I’m such a horrible author I can’t. Anyways, hope y’all lovelies enjoy this chapter!!!~~~ Also I’ve just noticed how silent my readers are. P.S. remember to follow me for more updates as I am projecting DOTTD to be around 10 chapters. Share and like~~~ Thank you guys so much for the continuous support!! See y’all next week~ (rip i start school tomorrow rip)

The walk home was excruciatingly awkward. Jungkook volunteered to walk me home after witnessing my mental breakdown, voicing his reason that a girl shouldn’t be walking home alone in the evening. Embarrassment was clawing at my insides as I thought of the previous happening. I looked over to Jungkook as we continued the slow journey home. The boy stared straight ahead and made no moves to make a conversation.

With a feeling of slight disappointment, I looked at the floor and stared at my feet. The night was cold and I was starting to regret not bringing my jacket this morning. “Can this day get any worse?” I swore under my breath and reminded myself to always bring a windbreaker on a Spring day.

“Hmm, what was that, Y/N?” Jungkook asked.

Oh shit. I began to bite my fingers in nervousness.

Suddenly, Jungkook reached over and grabbed my wrist softly. We had stopped in the middle of the street. “Stop, Y/N. Stop worrying. I don’t know what happened in the past but it’s the past. Move on and live in the present. I’m here for you and I’m not leaving you. I promise,” he said.

I stay looking at the concrete floor and was too afraid to look at him.

His fingers reached under my chin and tilted my head up slightly so we could make eye contact.

“Y/N, talk to me please,” Jungkook said with sad and hopeful eyes.

I shuddered and finally took a deep breath before looking at him. “Forget what happened tonight. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came about me.”

Jungkook dropped his hands and replied, “Okay. I won’t pressure you to talk more on the subject anymore. Come on. We should hurry. It’s getting dark fast.” He smiled at me and we continued to walk.

How do you not remember, Jungkook?

We finally reached the front gate of my house. I pressed the code into the gate and once the gate beeped, I reached to push the gate open. Jungkook’s hand reached out to stop me from opening the front gate. “Give me your phone,” he commanded.

Confused, I took out my phone and gave it to him. He took it and dialed a number in.

“Here. I just saved my number in your phone. Make sure to call me once you settle down,” he said with his signature honey melting smile.

I looked at him shyly and muttered thanks. I bowed at him and proceeded to walk through the front lawn after closing the gate. Slowly, I turned around and waved goodbye at him. Jungkook returned the wave and stood there waiting. I walked into the house and saw that my mom was washing the dishes from what I assume, from dinner. “I’m home!” I exclaimed.

“Y/N, you’re finally home?” Yoongi asked while eating an apple.

I groaned and nodded. “Where have you been, Y/N? You even missed dinner and you never miss out on a meal,” asked my mom. She stood by the sink with both hands on the hip.

“Sorry. I had detention because I forgot an assignment,” I pouted at my mom. I looked at her, waiting for my impending doom when to my surprise, she laughed.

“Aish, it’s okay but you should have called or at least text me if you weren’t going to join us for dinner.” She wiped her hands on the towel and left the kitchen.

“You got lucky lil’ sis,” Yoongi said. “What are you going to eat now?”

I was about to reply when I remembered Jungkook’s favor before he left. “Nothing. I’m not hungry anyway,” I replied as I made my way to my room. I pushed opened the door and turned on the light. Quickly, I made my way to my window and looked out on the street. I saw Jungkook’s back turning at the corner of the street and felt my smile creep up on my face. I stared at his disappearing back until I couldn’t see him anymore. Sighing, I closed the curtains and leaned against my bedside table. He waited for me. GAH. I fell face flat on my bed and kicked my legs in the air excitedly. My stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies that seemed neverending. I stopped myself and groaned. What am I doing? I’m such an embarrassment.

BUZZ…

My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I finally stopped my “tantrum” and reached over to check my phone. When I finally snapped back to reality, my eyes widened in shock immediately upon seeing Jungkook’s name appear on the screen.

Jungkook: hey! I hope you are resting well. What are you doing rn? I didn’t get any notifs from you so I was wondering if everything was okay :)

I blinked twice and rubbed to make sure I was not seeing things. When the message didn’t disappear, I gasped loudly and dropped my phone to the ground.

A rush of quick footsteps approached my room and Yoongi appeared.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked with concern. He looked at the floor and saw my phone. “Yo, you’ve been acting really weird today since you’ve come home. You fine?”

“Umm.. yeah… Wait, how did you even hear me drop my phone?” I asked out of curiosity. There was just no way the phone made that much of a noise.

“Oh, I was on my way to the restroom. Anyways whatever,” Yoongi said. “Go to sleep, dear sister. Your eyebags are becoming more apparent by the second. Them bags are going to become Gucci designer bags soon. Also, I hope my annoying little sister comes back to take over her body again. I’m not liking this new “nonchalant” Y/N.” He shrugged and walked away.

“Aish! THANK YOU FOR NOTHING, YOONGI!” I yelled at his disappearing figure. I laid on my bed while holding my phone in the air. What should I say? Ugh, the stress. I shook my head and began typing.

Y/N: Sorry for the late reply. I got caught up with my mom and brother. I’m doing fine haha. I’m just chilling in my room.

I sighed and pressed send.

A tapping sound came from my window. I looked and saw a dove on the windowsill. Why are you appearing in front of me again? I thought back when I first saw the dove outside of SOPA during lunch time. Are you trying to tell me something, little one? I opened the window slowly. To my surprise, the dove didn’t move and instead cocked its head to the side and stared at me. It chirped and took one last look at me and flew away. Hmm, how weird. I shrugged and waited for Jungkook’s reply.

My phone vibrates once again. I excitedly checked and opened up his message.

Jungkook: It’s fine haha. Same. Also, some white dove came to my window and I got weirded out. I’m about to take a shower rn so I’ll ttyl? :)

My cheeks warmed up at his reply as I thought about him shirtless with a towel… WOAH!! WHAT THE HELL, Y/N? Clear your brain right now! Wait did he say dove? Why did he see the bird?

Jungkook: You okay? What towel? You saw a dove too?

I screamed. “Oh my god!” I grabbed my hair out of frustration and hid my face in my pillow. “Okay, Y/N. No more leaked thoughts.”

The phone buzzed again.

Jungkook: LMAO I think you’re going through a mental crisis rn. So lemme take a shower first.

I stared at my phone, not knowing how to reply to him. “He’s such a tease,” I pouted at my phone.

“Who’s a tease?” Yoongi asked by the doorway all of a sudden.

“CAN YOU NOT, MIN YOONGI?” I yelled.

“Hey, I’m older than you Ms. Min,” Yoongi retorted. “So watch your language. But seriously, what’s going on? Boy problems?”

I blushed hard.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Are you serious? My little sister is growing up?” Yoongi squealed while running to my side. “What does he look like? What’s his name? Is he pop-”

“My dear brother, there is no boy problem okay?” I tried to persuade him to stop pestering me with more questions.

“Fine. Just tell me his name,” he continued asking. “Please, Y/N.” He gave me puppy eyes and pouted at me. I can’t believe I’m younger than this dude.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, “His name is Jeon Jungkook.” I looked at my brother, waiting for his reaction. Just hearing myself say his name made my heart beat faster. To my surprise, Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“JEON JUNGKOOK?” he screamed in my ear.

“God, why do you need to scream? Why do you know him?” I covered my ears.

Yoongi just stared at me and kept quiet. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he finally opened his mouth. “Y/N, don’t get close to him. Please. Promise me you won’t see him again. He’s not the type of guy you think he is,” he looked at me sternly and patted my head. “You deserve better,” and with that, he walked out of my room.

Stunned, I stayed frozen. I stare at my phone, looking at Jungkook’s message. The speech bubbles were still blinking as I thought about what Yoongi said earlier. I sighed and shook my head. It’s fine, Y/N. Your brother is just trolling you… right? What’s up with him? Not wanting Yoongi to ruin the mood, I typed out my reply.

Y/N: lol sorry for the numerous amounts of apologies but yeah… haha. Umm. no towel?

I looked at my calendar and realized it’s going to be Saturday tomorrow. I continued the message.

Y/N: Can we meet up tomorrow morning? :)

I bit my fingers as I decided if it was the right wording so I didn’t sound like a creep.

Ugh, I’m such a baby. I pressed send and held my phone to my chest as I wait for the doors of Fate to open.

Will he accept my offer? Will he accept me, a weirdo who melts at everything he does and says? Jungkook, are you a man I should trust?

Feeling sleep welcoming me with big arms, I put my phone on the bedside table and turned off all the lights and got ready for bed.

Saturday, please come quick. And with that, I finally closed my eyes.

#bts angst #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #jhope #namjoon #jin #highschool au #soulmate au

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jewelslover · 7 years ago

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Brother From Another Mother

Chapter 2: Change In Scenery

Recommended Song: Converse High by BTS

Summary:

You’ve chosen a major, and have been accepted into the University of your dreams! But... you have to leave home. Who will be there to help you adjust to your new surroundings?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (Y/N)

Word Count: 4.1K

Length: 2/? | MASTERLIST |

Fluff, Comedy

AO3

-Note: I would like to point out that when I originally posted this on archive, it was still technically the 13th and Jimin’s birthday, so B)-

You stood awkwardly on the KTX Seoul Station platform amidst the throngs of people.

Moving to an emptier section of the station you rolled your shoulders back, stretching after the two hour train ride from Busan to Seoul. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back to catch your breath for a minute, until the buzzing in your back pocket decided to interrupt. Sighing, you shifted your heavy suitcase to your non-dominant hand, grabbing your phone so you could check the notification:

Good Hair™

“There should be a bus stop near the Seoul station. From there, take a yellow line bus to Hongdae Station 3. Once you’re there, it’s about a 10 minute walk to the cafe I’m meeting you at. I’ll be there in about an hour, so you shouldn’t have to wait long after the time spent on the bus and walking :) They should let you bring your suitcase in. 2:02 PM

“Welcome to Seoul, (Y/N)! ^^” 2:03 PM

You smiled at the most recent message and stuffed the phone back in your pocket. Tightening your grip on the handle of your bag, you slipped into the mass of people headed up and out of the station. You were a little jostled on the way, but somehow made it without being trampled under the feet of impatient business people and agitated seniors.

The first thing that greeted you in Seoul wasn’t the people or the buildings. It was the smell. It wasn’t necessarily bad but compared to the crisp salty brine of Busan’s air, this was manufactured… heavy. You scrunched up your nose and pulled at the facemask you had stretched under your jaw. Letting it rest just below your eyes you scanned the area around you for a bus shelter. There were several of them but you singled out one with a yellow LED screen above it. You waited before a pause in roadway traffic before scurrying over a crosswalk to the island of bus stops. Hurrying over to the designated shelter you took a moment to look over the electronic map of the bus’s route. Scanning the screen for Hongdae Station 3 you noted that the closest bus was about five minutes away and the distance away from your destination was thirty-three minutes.

You took out your phone and returned the message you had gotten earlier:

“Thanks Oppa!

“The closest bus is around 5 minutes away and it’ll take me 33 mins to get to Hongdae. I should only have to wait around 20 minutes for you! Excited to see you!” 2:23 PM

You closed out KKT and moved to sit on the bench in the shelter. You spent your time waiting for the bus catching up on a couple social media platforms, all of which were spattered with recent news on BTS’s comeback. Each time you saw a new one you smiled a little at the thought of how hard the group must be working. In fact, you felt a little guilty that your Oppa was skipping practice to help you settle in, but he had insisted that he wouldn’t miss anything important and was glad to help.

You smiled at a recent photo of the boys on twitter- another picture of the group and a trophy, DNA had won another award- and closed out the app as a bus slowed to a stop near the station. You and a few others waiting at the stop boarded and chose your seats. Surprisingly there weren’t a lot of people headed to Hongdae at this time of day, so you chose to settle into one of the spaces near the front. The vehicle idled a few more moments before the unmistakable sound of pressurized gas releasing let you know that the door was closing.

Pulling out of the Station’s bus lane, you headed away from the heart of the city. You turned onto the main road and you leant your head against the window, plugging in your earbuds. Putting your music on shuffle, it started to go through the cycle of songs you had listened to during your train ride. Ironically enough, Converse High started first and you silently sang along to the parts you knew well as you recounted this month’s events.

Three Weeks Ago

You had gotten accepted? You had REALLY gotten accepted?! You let out a high-pitched squeal and ran into your house, being careful not to slip on the rain-soaked steps. Running into your kitchen, you raised up the letter you had gripped tight in your hand and waved it above your head. “Guess who got accepted into the Korean National University of The Arts!!”

Your mother whipped her head around to look at you, “What!”

“I got in Omma! Look! My acceptance letter!” you beamed, and laughed as she practically ripped the letter from your grasp. Her eyes darted back and forth over it and a smile broke out on her face as she did. She squealed almost as high as you did and grabbed your hands!

“Oh my- I’m calling your father!” she smiled, and ran out of the kitchen to grab her mobile phone from the living area. You glanced at the chicken on the counter, half of it freshly battered, and half of it in a fryer. Apparently you were having fried chicken for dinner. You laughed and called out to her.

“Omma! The chicken will burn!” you shouted, and went over to check on the cooking meat.

“Let it burn!” She called back, making you laugh again.

Two Weeks Ago

“I wouldn’t care if he was the president of South Korea, (Y/N). He knows the area well and is a family friend. If you don’t call him, then I will,” your mother chided as your thumb hovered over the ‘call’ button on your phone.

“Aigoo! Omma~!” you whined, frowning up at her from where you were on the floor. She kissed her teeth in impatience and grabbed your phone out of your hand before you could react. She pressed the green ‘call’ icon and dropped the device back into your lap.

“There. No more indecision,” she mischievously smiled, and walked back into the living room where her favorite drama was on commercial break. You stared at the screen in horror as it rang and you looked around frantically, not knowing what to do with your phone or yourself for that matter. You were contemplating throwing it out the window when a voice spoke on the other end of the line.

“(Y/N)?” the familiar voice asked, “Uh... what’s up?”

You heard other voices on the end of the line, and faint music playing through the speakers of your phone. Oh gosh, was he busy? You mentally face-palmed and stared at the phone in thought. Would he think you had accidentally called him and hang up if you just… didn’t answer. Not answering was a valid option. You puckered your lips together until your mother poked her head around the doorframe raising her eyebrow questioningly.

You sighed, and held up the phone to your ear. “Hi Oppa. Um… I uh, didn’t catch you at a bad time did I?”

“No, no. We were just about to take a break anyway. I’m just- Tae-ssi, stop. I’m trying to talk to someone,” you heard him say, and then a new voice was talking.

“Are you talking to your pretty ja-meh*( sister) ?” the voice asked.

“P-pretty?” you stuttered, standing up.

“Taehyung-ah!” you heard Jimin shout, and then laugh. “Aish~ sorry (Y/N). Ignore him.”

“Sorry. You sound like you’re with people right now,” I apologized, fixing to end the call.

“It’s really fine. What was it that you needed?” he asked.

I shuffled my socked feet against the carpet, and tongued the inside of my cheek. “Uh, well. I guess technically, some good news comes first,” I mumbled, starting to pace in a circle.

“Oh yeah?” he asked. “What’s the news?”

“Um well,” you began quietly, “I, uh, I got accepted into a University.”

He gasped, “Congratulations! Where’d you get in?” You could practically hear his smile through the phone call, and it was contagious. You found yourself also grinning as you relayed the good news to him.

“I got into the Korean National University of The Arts for a film major. I got the acceptance letter last week,” you grinned. “I’m moving to Seoul!”

The line went silent. You had expected excitement, but you weren’t getting anything. Was he unhappy? You felt anxious bubbles form in your stomach, and you swallowed down your doubtful thoughts. “Uh… Jimin?”

“Oh my god…” you heard him muse to himself. “That’s…” you awaited the rest of the sentence… “That’s so cool! Are you gonna be close?”

You laughed awkwardly. “Um, I uh, don’t know yet. I was kinda wondering if um…” you trailed off.

“You were wondering if…?”

“Well, I’m moving into a new city and I don’t… I don’t really know anyone in Seoul. All of my friends are here in Busan,” you gestured around you uselessly. “You… well you’re the only person I would really know.”

“Oh… yeah, trust me I know the feeling,” he sighed. “Are you gonna need any help settling. We’re… We’re kinda in the middle of preparing for comeback, but I’m sure PD would let me make some time for you!”

“Ah- no, no, no! I’m not moving quite yet, haha. You don’t need to take any time out of your busy schedule for me. Mom just wanted me to ask. I didn’t expect anything,” you sputtered out.

“Are you kidding? I’d be glad to help, (Y/N)!” he laughed.

You sighed in relief and your mood immediately lifted. Jimin always had that kind of effect on you, lifting your spirits without fail. Jimin started speaking again.

“So, (Y/N). Tell me when you’re moving!”

One Week Ago

You stared at the dorm application for the third time this week. They needed to assign you a roommate but you were hesitant to fill out the form. Yeah, the University would try to match you to someone with similar interests and the same major, but what if the person ended up being a complete weirdo. You didn’t want to live with that for four years of your early adult life.

You started filling out your basic information when your phone got a notification.

V-LIVE

“BTS Live : 깜 짝 라 이 브 has just started.”

You opened up the VLive app to 7 boys staring at the camera, the one you remembered Jimin referring to as Suga-Hyung drawling “Yeah Baby” in English. You laughed as you watched them start talking about the debut that was going live soon. You weren’t a BTS stan by any means, but you enjoyed supporting them in what they produced. You knew how hard they worked and you were sure that their fan base, their ARMY, did too.

You giggled at Jimin passing the camera to his friend Taehyung because his arm was getting tired. You made a mental joke about short arms, but it was pushed out of your mind as soon as it had come when the boys signed off of the video.

You sighed and set an alarm for your phone for 6PM. You continued filling out the form while you waited for the comeback release.

Today, 9AM

“Oh my gosh, Omma~ Don’t cry,” you whined, giving your mother a tight hug before going back to your closet to gather the rest of your clothes.

“You’re really going to be in Seoul all alone. Are you sure you want to do this?” your mother sniffled, wiping her nose.

“Yes, I am. Can you please keep helping me pack?” You smiled comfortingly and gripped her by the shoulders. “It’ll be okay.”

She nodded sadly, sniffling one last time, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Wasn’t this a little backwards. Usually it was the parents comforting the kids, or at least that’s how it was for Jihyun. You giggled aloud at the memory of him sniveling in the corner of his room, you trying to coax him out by goading him.

“Oh- this is from when your first day of school~!” Your mother started blubbering in the corner at a picture frame she had discovered and you sighed, walking over to console her again.

You were shaken out of your music-induced haze when an automated voice announced that you had arrived at Hongdae Station 3. You yawned and collected your bags, shuffling off the bus with one or two other people. You parked your personal caravan of bags at the bus stop and clicked on the address Jimin had sent you while on the bus. The GPS on your phone started going and you collected your things to start walking.

It was a struggle at first, but you eventually managed the bags in such a way that made them easier to navigate. You had to keep yourself from popping into the multiple tempting shops, trudging along with your baggage through Hongdae. However, when you were passing a fishcake stand, you couldn’t resist, and ended up paying the 2,000 won for a fishcake stick.

Happily munching away on your snack, you soon arrived at your destination and tucked your phone back away in your pocket. The sign in front of the cafe read ‘VERS’ and when you looked in, your eyes widened. The cafe was covered in plant life.

There were flowers and herbs hanging from the ceiling, tall stalks of things growing from the floor and pots, and different kinds of vines and leaves sprouting from trellises lining the walls. There were also dimly lit industrial lights woven through the plants hanging from the ceiling. You wandered into the building, a little awe-struck until a voice pulled you away from your admiration.

“You look a little lost,” someone laughed.

You turned your head towards the sound and smiled shyly, ”Ah- Sorry. Um, is it okay to set my bags down in here? I’m waiting for someone.”

The boy behind the flower-crowded counter smiled. “Sure, but only if you promise to buy something.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I guess I could go for something to drink.” You set your bags down at one of the tables and went back to the counter to order. You looked over the menu, sweeping some leaves out of the way so you could see. You glanced over a few things before looking back up at the person behind the counter. “Hm, I can’t decide. What’s good? I’m new to the area.”

He hummed in thought. “I’d probably get our Garden Tea or our ‘Teatox’. Those are both my personal favorites.” He then proceeded to talk about what was in each and about how the Garden Tea used things that were grown in-shop, so some of the things that you saw growing in the cafe were used in the tea. The teatox was their own iced tea with fruits, flowers, and herbs also grown in the cafe. You decided to go with a garden tea and pulled out your wallet while he started making the drink.

“So, you said you’re new to the area?” he asked, while pouring some boiling water over different herbs. You nodded and pulled 7,000 won out of your wallet.

“I just moved here for University,” you smiled, handing over the money.

He took the bills and tucked them away in the cash register, handing you a receipt in return. “How are you liking it in Seoul so far?” he asked putting a lid on the personal tea pot he had prepared, so the tea could steep.

“Well, I haven’t seen much aside from it’s main roads and some of Hongdae, but it seems exciting,” you smiled, as he got some glassware from the cabinets.

“Yeah, it definitely is. Hongdae is a great place to look for things to do! I can recommend some places to you if you’d like,” he said, sliding the tea and a cup across the only part of the counter clear of plant life.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’d love that,” you smiled, sliding the cup and tea closer to yourself. “Oh my gosh, this tea smells amazing!”

“Haha, thanks,” he laughed. “Wait here for a second and I’ll get a list of some places to visit,” he winked and went back into a backroom to grab what you assumed was some paper.

Laughing, you brushed some of your hair back under your beanie and leant back against the counter, lifting the hot tea up to your nose. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, so you put the tea back on the counter and pulled it out of your pocket.

Good Hair™

“Wow. Haven’t even been here for a full hour and you’re already flirting. 2:56 PM

“Shameful.” 2:56 PM

You stared at the message with a confused look on your face before the boy came back out from the back room. He cleared his throat, and you startled, looking back at him.

“So, here’s a list of some cool places I like around Hongdae. I hope you like it here,” he grinned, handing you a napkin with the names of different places scribbled down.

“Thanks, I’ll-” you were interrupted by your phone buzzing in your hand. You quickly glanced down at it.

Good Hair™

“Tch tch tch” 2:58 PM

You discreetly rolled your eyes and thanked him again, for the tea and the list, and took your tea to the table where you had set your bag. You angrily tapped at the screen of your phone.

“I know you’re here. Show your face you coward.” 3:00 PM

A laugh and then a voice came from behind you, “Unless you want to get mobbed by fangirls, I don’t think that’s advisable.” The owner of the voice came around to sit in the chair across from you and tilted his sunglasses down, his eyes crinkling with a hidden smile behind his face mask.

You frowned at him, “I wasn’t flirting.”

He laughed. Ignoring his earlier offense, you smiled at him. “Thanks for meeting me out here.”

He shook his head, “I was glad to! Is this all you brought?

You shook your head and poured some of your tea into your cup, seeing that it had steeped long enough. “The rest should get here later in the week although, I think some of it is already at the dorms.”

He nodded, and you took a moment to look at him. He was wearing some red army boots with black ripped jeans. He had an open flannel tucked into his pants with a black t shirt, something that looked like it would make fangirl’s hearts skip a beat. He finished off the look with a black facemask, sunglasses, and a red beanie to match his boots. Seeing his blonde hair sticking out of the beanie, you thought it looked a little like ketchup and mustard. You giggled to yourself at the thought and rolled your sweater's sleeves up your arms, taking a sip of your tea.

He slips down the facemask to take a drink of his own order. “So, will you need any help moving in. Obviously I’m able to help you today, but what about later? I’d be happy to do it, but I’d need to clear it with Bang-PDnim,” he said is a more hushed voice when mentioning his boss.

You shook your head once again, “No no. Don’t trouble yourself. I’m sure I can handle it on my own.”

He laughed and smirked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure your mother would personally come to Seoul and scold me if I didn’t help.”

You laughed as well, nodding in agreement.

Both of you sat there for a while longer talking about your trip and preparation for University. When he asked you about your major you told him that you first wanted to enter the arts when you had been watching a documentary on film. You were hooked and finally knew what you wanted to study after having taken a year off. When looking for a school in that area of expertise, you looked at The Korean National University of The Arts and thought ‘Why the heck not?’. You hadn’t seriously thought that you would actually be accepted, but here you were.

Him having asked you a couple of questions, you also asked him how comeback was coming along. While most of it had to be kept secret, he exclaimed that they were able to pick up the new choreography numbers really well. While promotions were a bit exhausting he was having fun and really enjoying the performances. He brought up some things about the recent Mnet promotions and the topic of songs came up. He wanted to know what your favorite song was from ‘Her’.

“Well, Dimple obviously,” you joked, smirking at him. He laughed and asked what your second favorite song was, putting air quotes around the word ‘second’.

“Hmm… probably DNA, it’s a solid bop. Plus you looked like a shiny carp in the music video so…”

“Please don’t recycle Jin-Hyung’s jokes…” the boy sighed, hanging his head. You laughed at his misery and finished off the last of your tea. “You done?” he asked, observing your empty cup. You nodded and took the tea set back to the counter and the friendly barista who took them from you. When you turned back around, you saw Jimin picking up some of your bags and popping the handle of your suitcase.

“Aiyah, Oppa! You don’t have to do that! I can manage,” you called, quickly waving him away from your things.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t helped the burdened lady with her bags?” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes. You forced one of the bags away from him and shouldered your backpack, securing the suitcase from Jimin.

Both of you started out of the cafe and turned down one of the less populated streets of Hongdae. He led you to a parking garage nearby and you both took the elevator up to one of the higher levels. You touched his arm.

“Thanks for doing this by the way. You really didn’t have to go out of your way for this. I know how busy you are.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but seriously, don’t worry about it. I was happy to. I remember when I first moved to Seoul, I was terrified. I didn’t know anyone and was trying to figure out how everything worked in the city. You made a really brave decision, (Y/N)-ssi.”

You blushed in embarrassment and hit his shoulder, making him giggle. The elevator door dinged and opened on the top level on the garage. He started walking towards a modest, silver Hyundai Tucson. You raised an eyebrow. “Oppa… I thought you didn’t have your license..?”

He bowed his head in embarrassment and moved to run a hand through his hair subconsciously, only to have his hand blocked by his beanie. “I uh… I don’t.”

The two of you were getting closer to the car when the driver side door opened and a boy with fluffy black hair stepped out. “Hyung, are you ready to- Oh... hello…” he said, a look on his face giving away the fact that he had obviously not expected another person to be arriving.

Jimin stepped to the back of the car and started loading your bags, “Jungkook-ssi, this is (Y/N). I’ve told you about her before, right?”

You could almost see the lightbulb above his head turn on. “Ah! Yeah! It’s nice to finally see- ah, meet you.” He said, giving a nervous little bow.

You returned the gesture and smiled at him. Jimin finished loading your bags and the three of you piled into the car to head out of the parking garage and to your new home in Seoul.

You looked out the window as you were driving away from Hongdae, leaving the bustling district behind. You, Jimin, and Jungkook were easily making conversation, although Jungkook did seem a bit stiff around you for the first bit of the journey. There were plenty of laughs though and you felt welcomed. Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see a message from your mom.

Mothership

“Hey Honey. How are you coming so far? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You looked away from your phone and back up to the front of the car, where Jimin playfully slapped the arm of his seat while laughing at something Jungkook had said. You smiled.

Yeah. You’d be just fine here.

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vin-taege · 7 years ago

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Luckystrike

Summary: Jung Hoseok cheated his way through everything, starting high school. However, he was too good at it, and found himself in the top section of his school, garnering him much attention and putting him in competitions he didn’t even want to be in. How can he survive now?

Genre: Crack, occasional fluff, smut Just expect crack. SchoolBoy!Hoseok

Warning: mentions of drug use

Words: 4k+

Freshmen- 40 Minutes into the Exam

“I literally don’t know what the answer is. Please help me out”, he pleaded to Jinyoung for what felt like the hundredth time. The shaggy-haired boy cocked his head and grinned, raising an eyebrow to show his noncompliance. It was just the first quarter, and three-fourths of his exam paper was still blank.

A feeling of dread settled in him. There was no way he was going to pass without any help, and the only help he was close to was too much of a dick to even give him at least a hint.

“Why would I do that, Jung? Tell me, what would I gain?” Jinyoung smirked at him, knowing for a fact how fucked he was. Hoseok gripped the edge of his desk, slowly getting aggravated by each passing second.

“I-I don’t fucking know. I’ll do your projects, write your notes, literally anything. Just please... At least-at least the answers to test two, number four?” he wanted to laugh at how desperate he sounded just for a slick 83 in his card. He also wanted to punch Jinyoung right there for being a douche.

“Ah, tough luck. A few girls down up in 1-A already offered me that for a little bit of...” he trailed on, gesturing towards his crotch. Hoseok scrunched his in disgust as he turned away to look back at his paper.

The instructions meant nothing to him, only confusing him the more he read them. Everything wasn’t making sense, and the last thing he could remember from his science class was that mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell. That was already one point for him.

Then, he felt someone staring at him. Looking across the room, he saw a pair of slanted, brown eyes looking straight at him.

The boy raised an eyebrow, then mouthed something: ‘Help?’ Hoseok shot back a look of confusion. Slowly, he shrugged, careful to not draw much attention to himself. He was met with a gummy smile, then the boy brought up his wrist as if he was going to lean on his hand. The absurdity of the situation seemed ridiculous, until he saw a strip of paper lodged underneath the boy’s watch.

His eyes glinted in mischief and new found hope. He took a quick glance at the teacher, who was thankfully too busy grading papers, then gave a swift nod to the boy.

He intently watched as the brunet wrapped the paper around the inside of a pen, then dropped it to the floor. After that, he gave it a kick, letting it roll across the floor, precisely hitting Hoseok’s desk.

Hoseok gave him a thankful smile, swiftly getting the pen and jotting down the answers. Soon enough, every blank was filled, and he even corrected some of his own miscalculations. The formula to population density here, the scientific name for a bacteria there. It was a guaranteed pass, and now with five minutes to spare.

Jinyoung noticed him scribbling down, and looked over at him curiously. “Hey”, he whispered. “Where’d you get that from?” His eyes widened as he craned his neck to see some of the answers. Hoseok ignored him, mentally laughing at the turning of tables.

“Kim Jinyoung, what do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Song’s voice broke through the room. Jinyoung froze, as if he was a deer caught by headlights. “I was just-”

“You know that cheating is a major offense. By doing so, you will automatically get a score of zero for the test, and a grade of 75 for conduct.”

“But I wasn’t-”

“Come with me to the guidance office right now!” Their teacher huffed, before turning his heel to exit the room. Jinyoung shot Hoseok a dirty look, then followed.

From across the room, the brunet slouched in his chair, satisfied with his test, and with the damage he had caused.

Sophomores- 10 Minutes ‘till Exam Time

Luckily, the proctor was just a substitute for this month’s exam. She didn’t know which parts of the classroom to watch over, or which students to keep a strict eye on. She didn’t even care to separate the students from their group of friends. Everything was just too perfect for Hoseok.

He was strategically sitting at the very back, on the second column. The seat was aligned exactly in such a way that Kim Namjoon was blocking the view from the teacher’s table, but Hoseok was still able to see his paper. That, in case he hasn't written down the answer beforehand.

He continued writing down the formulas on a small slip of paper, which would then be slipped in his jacket sleeve. Every single note he had was hidden all around his body, ranging from his jacket to even on the band of his boxers. Obviously, he couldn’t just rely on the cheat sheets. There was definitely going to be some un-discussed material in the exam, and that’s what Yoongi was for.

“Hyung, remember the signs alright?” he took another look at the grumpy sitting to his left. Yoongi, as always, shot him a dirty look. “I know, Hobi. You haven’t been shutting up about it since last week. One pen tap for ‘a’, two for ‘b’, three for-”

“Sh, keep your voice down!” The younger one hastily whispered. Yoongi looked around with a bored expression, then faced Hoseok again. “No one’s paying attention to us. They’re too busy reviewing. You know, the thing you normally do instead of cheating”, he smirked at the younger one’s annoyed face.

Even though he was a bit of an asshole, Min Yoongi was one of the few people Hoseok actually respected and looked up to. Aside from helping him a year ago, the self-proclaimed genius was living up to a legend, only he could achieve. Yoongi rarely recited in class, and as far as he knew, he hasn’t reviewed for a single exam, though he still managed to pass every single one of them. Hoseok wanted to be like that. The ‘joys’ of learning didn’t really appeal to him that much, and the only reason he was in that school was because of his parents.

“Yah, Hoseok”, he looked back at the sleepy-looking boy next to him. “It’s negative ‘b’, plus-minus the square root of ‘b’ squared, minus 4ac over your sorry ass. Got that?”

Hoseok scoffed jokingly, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry, I do. I have everything right here,” he said, adjusting his sleeve one last time. “..wait, isn’t this a science exam?”

Yoongi gave him one of his famous gummy smiles. “You bet it is.”

30 Minutes into the Exam

He ran a hand over his hair, sliding it downwards his neck, then gingerly slipping it into his collar to get one of the hundreds of small cheat sheets. He used one hand to cover the other as he opened it, fumbling to write down the noble gases. He took another look at the question before swearing. He needed their atomic numbers, but he wasn’t able to write them down.

“Pst, Yoongi,” he turned to his left, seeing the older boy’s head propped on one hand. “Min Yoongi!” he hissed louder, nervousness increasing as he glanced back at the teacher.

If there was anything to learn from this whole situation, it would be to actually study before the exam, or to make a completed cheat sheet. The ray of sunshine and happiness Hoseok once had had been shot down because of some damn non-reactive gases, and he wasn’t having any of it today.

Deciding that Yoongi was probably asleep (and wouldn’t be woken up), he leaned forward, trying to take a peek off Namjoon’s paper. It would’ve been perfect, since he rarely had any blank spaces, being the class’s genius and all. Except for the fact that his penmanship was beyond comprehension.

Hoseok mentally groaned, silently wishing to stop time so he can get up and have a quick flip-through of his notebook. If he didn’t get a source, he’d lose ten points immediately, and his parents will surely kill him for that.

“Oh, you dropped your pen,” Yoongi’s groggy voice surprised him. The teacher snapped her head towards them, and Hoseok glanced between the two in shock and confusion, before setting his gaze on the pen- that certainly wasn’t his- on the floor. “Oh yeah, thanks. I was too busy re-checking my answers,” he smiled, feeling a surge of gratefulness rush through him.

He leaned down to get the pen, instantly noticing the ripped paper wrapped around the ink cartridge. After unscrewing the cap and getting the cartridge out without looking suspicious, he soon got two ripped pieces of paper, one of them containing the info he needed. He quickly took his real pen, scribbling down the noble gas notations, before re-assembling the pen, this time without the papers.

The second one was small, but still significantly larger. It wasn’t a formula, or a chemical bond. It was Yoongi’s lazy handwriting, lowkey pointing out Hoseok’s mistake.

I literally took one look at your paper and knew you were fucked. You owe me lamb skewers, and I don’t want you running your mouth at me again if you have an uncompleted paper slip.

Great, at least he had thirty more minutes. He looked around the room, observing as his classmates either furrowed their eyebrows or tapped on their desks while answering the test. When they were of no more interest, he sunk back in his chair, bowing his head and wrapping his arms around it to doze off until break time.

Juniors-Final Day ‘till Spring Break

Everyone was talking about the frat party going to be held at Park Jimin’s house. It was apparently better than the one at Jeon’s, but Hoseok paid no interest to it, even though the younger boy begged him to be the guest of honor. He even went as far as shoving fifty invitations in Hoseok’s locker each day.

“Hyung, please. I swear it’ll be great! You could teach us your magic, if you know what I mean”, the orange-haired boy thumped him on the back. Hoseok rolled his eyes and continued across the halls, wishing that Yoongi would appear soon. He didn’t like talking about how he got 95′s on his card, despite almost never participating in class.

“Jimin, I’m not sure. I might get busy during the week”, he didn’t even want to think of an excuse. Jimin wouldn’t get swayed no matter what he said. He could say his aunt was about to die, and Jimin would still beg him to come to the party.

In all honesty, he didn’t have anything against the younger boy. The current sophomores were actually fun to be around, but he just didn’t like the idea of hanging out with a bunch of younger girls willing to slut themselves out for him. Plus, parties meant conversations, and conversations meant lower years trying to get his cheating tactic. Though he needed it, he was ashamed of what he did, and didn’t want anyone else to do it. He felt guilty for getting false recognition, but he really couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

“But hyung~” Jimin pouted, stepping in front of him. He was about to reject him, when he saw a head of mint green hair bobbing through the sea of students. “Min Yoongi!” he shouted, side-stepping around Jimin to run off to the older boy. He was going to deal with him later.

Yoongi’s grimace welcomed him, immediately shoving half the stack of books he was holding into the younger one’s hands. “Jimin again?” he lightly elbowed Hoseok as they watched the sophomore chat up some of the higher ups. “He went to me too, asking about the party. Are you coming?”

“I really want to sit this one out”, he sighed, weaving through the chattering lower levels as they made their way to the teacher’s lounge. “Hey, why are we getting called again?” he lowly whispered.

Yoongi shrugged, stepping closer to his friend as a girl approached them. Hoseok stopped in his tracks as doe eyes stared at him. You stood in front of them, eyeing your idol and rival from head to toe. “Hey! Have you heard of the party?” you smiled at them.

Hoseok suppressed a groan, and returned the smile you gave him. If it wasn’t for the fact he had a small crush on you, he would’ve told you to leave him alone and end the discussion. “Yeah, I have. But we’re not going”, he followed up.

Your smile faltered, causing his to do the same. “Ah, I see”, you nodded slowly. “I was hoping to get some studying tips from you” you grinned cutely.

Guilt returned to him, knowing that you’d be downright disappointed once you found out the truth. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, I think I can make time on Saturday night”, he winked. Your grin stretched, in contrast to Yoongi’s sudden frown.

“But you said-ouch!” Hoseok stomped on his foot, causing him to yelp, and almost spill the books he was holding. You laughed awkwardly, blushing at the male’s subtle flirting. “Anyway, what’s that?” he nodded at the stack of flyers you were carrying.

You looked down at them, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I was saving up for college, and I wanted extra income, so I decided to open up a small something to help me” Basically, you were tired of eating instant ramen for breakast and dinner. The only ‘high-end’ food you had were the self-made bento boxes you copied off anime. However, there was no way you were touching your college savings just for a meal upgrade. “I gotta get going, but I’d love to hang out with you guys. Hit me up whenever”, you said, walking away from them.

After a few seconds of silence- and Yoongi glaring at him in pure hatred- he shot up. “She talked to me! Y/n talked to me!” he elbowed the older boy too enthusiastically.

“Yes, I saw”, he hissed in return. “Congrats, you loser. May I remind you, we have plans on Saturday”, he continued walking, leaving Hoseok to catch up.

“Ah, I was bluffing hyung”, he laughed nervously. “I’d never trade my one and only brother even for Sasha Gray.” He gave him another thumped, causing Yoongi to cough.

“As if Sasha Gray would want you”, Yoongi chuckled. “Seriously, you promised.” His voice had a certain edge, telling Hoseok that he was actually going to be disappointed. “Yes, I know. Like I said, I was bluffing.”

They carried on, the halls getting less crowded as they got closer to the lounge. “Hyung, I’m nervous. What if they-”

“They won’t. If you act like a suspect, they’ll know you’re a suspect”, Yoongi shut him down. The door was a few steps away from them now.

Hoseok’s been in the cheating game for way too long. He planned on stopping after that one test, but then other exams came, and the boy was simply too busy to study. There were other things to do; like practicing his dance routine, or plying Overwatch for six hours straight. The school system didn’t fit him, and he didn’t plan on adjusting to it either.

It was a miracle how the teachers haven’t caught on; or if they were, they weren’t hinting at it. He and Yoongi mainly communicated via pens, and for him, it was the oldest trick in the book. Some other methods they went through were hiding small papers in socks, faking a water bottle label and putting the electron configuration there instead of nutrients, and hiding formula codes in self-sealed candy wrappers. They were basically experts in the game.

“Hey, I knock, you talk?” Yoongi’s question sounded more of an order, so he shrugged; the older taking it as his cue, and balanced the books on one hand, using his free one to knock. Hoseok opened the door, to be greeted by a fourth of the faculty, with some getting ready to go home, others still busy computing grades on their laptops. “Good afternoon, ma’am, sir”, he said to particularly no one. The two boys spotted Mr. Song’s table to the left and awkwardly walked towards him.

“Ah, my favourite students”, he smiled at them. He’s been their adviser since freshman year, as he was supposed to ‘take care of’ and ‘cultivate’ the crème a la crème of their year’s batch. The older man took a liking to the two boys, since they always finished off at the top of the class. However, like the others, he hasn’t the slightest idea how. “Put them over here”, he waved a wrinkled hand over at a vacant chair.

“That’s all, sir?” Yoongi said, surprisingly politely. Mr. Song nodded, his mood happier than usual. Yoongi nodded at him and went back to the door, Hoseok following. Suddenly, his teacher spoke again. “Hoseok, can you stay here for a bit?”

The brunet looked at Yoongi, who in turn gave him a nod of approval and walked out. He stood in front of the desk, waiting for whatever Mr. Song wanted to say. It better be good because he was missing out on a smoke session with the underclassmen.

“Hoseok, do you know how high your grades are?” Mr. Song gave him a crooked smile. “You’re one of the top performing students. You’re even close to knocking y/n off her spot”, he laughed. Hoseok awkwardly chuckled with him, lowkey getting flustered at the mention of your name.

“With grades like those, you already have a guaranteed place in next year’s pilot section.” The statement made him freeze. He’s walked by the seniors’ star section during break, and they never went out of their classrooms. Competition waited for him within those four corners of the room, and he didn’t want any extra pressure or stress from it.

“What about Yoongi?” he found himself thinking of his old friend. There was no way he was going to survive without him.

“Ah, well... Min Yoongi has high exam results, yes. But his performance is low. He hasn’t been turning in projects, and he has not participated in any group activity too. Performance plays a big part in your grades, and his is currently low. I’m sorry, but you might get separated in the next school year.”

“-so Bambam had the bong, right? I come in and I was like ‘Hey I just saw a police car down the road, I think we’re busted’, and he just deadass tried to shove the whole thing in his pants”, the group erupted with laughter, all of them too high to comprehend what was happening. There was a knock on the door, catching Taehyung’s attention. “Ah, I think Hobitch finally came.”

Before he could open the door, it slammed on his face, followed by a distressed Hoseok entering. “Guys- oh shit, sorry Tae”, the sophomore gave him a glare, before using his leg as a balance to get up. “Guys, I have some news- Can you please stop the fucking piano?!” Yoongi slammed down the keys and turn to face him. “What?”

His eyes weren’t red, meaning- thank God- he was sober. Hoseok really didn’t want to break the news when all his friends were drug-induced.

“Song said I might get into 1-A next year”

Everyone’s jaw slacked. Even Taehyung, who was going for another hit, stopped to stare at him through dazed eyes. “Hyung, you’re gonna be so dead”, he mumbled.

“I know! I’m scared, and I don’t know how to fit in with all those other grade conscious, textbook students”, he frantically waved his hands around.

“Won’t y/n be there?” Yoongi grinned at him. Hoseok ran a hand over his hair, ruffling it a few times. “Yes, and she’s gonna see me fail. There’s no way anyone’s gonna help me during exams. They’re all too-”

“Power hungry?” “Snobbish asses?” “Selfish?”

“They’re all too upright. You know... they’d never tolerate cheating”, he huffed, sitting down next to Yoongi. “I’m going to end up re-taking the year if I get in.”

The mint-haired boy snorted, wrapping an arm around Hoseok. “Maybe it’s time to get actual help then”, he said, shoving a flyer in the brunet’s hands.

He looked at it, eyes widening as he saw your name, along with your contact number. “You got me a date with her?’ Yoongi smacked his head, earning a groan from him. “No, you idiot. Read the whole thing.”

His eyes scanned the flyer, eyebrows furrowing as he finished reading. “A tutorial service?” he said slowly. Yoongi nodded at him. “Why would I need a tutor?” Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh.

“To help you, duh. You might think senior year’s the most laidback year, but in reality, it’s just as stressful as junior. You have requirements to attend to, all the while maintaining a high academic score. Knowing you, you’re gonna drown at the first quarter”, he said, mint hair shaking as he laughed.

Hoseok scoffed, feigning offense. “Thanks for the good intention,but no thanks. I’d rather spend time with her by going out on a date. Not by graphing inequalities”, he said, although he still folded the flyer neatly and put it in his pocket.

“You could do a little something after graphing those inequalities”, Taehyung trailed on, laughing at his own joke. Hoseok gave him a disgusted look. “Hey, first of all, I’m not in it for the sex, though it would be fucking amazing. Second, I’m not getting a tutor.” he hissed at Yoongi. “I couldn’t just tell her ‘Hey y/n, I cheated my way through high school, and now I don’t think I can because there’s no one to copy off. Can you tutor me?’”

“Fine,” the older boy shrugged in return. “If you want to get pre-maturely kicked out because of bad grades, then suit yourself.”

Spring Break

He looked at the address again, making sure that he was at the right place. With a slightly shaking hand, he knocked on your door. After a few moments, when no one answered, he knocked again. Finally, he heard a soft voice call out. “Just a minute!”

You just woke up, mad as ever because it was 7am on a Saturday. Who the fuck gets up on 7am on a Saturday? Four hours of sleep weren’t enough to power you through the day, and it pissed you off since you perfectly planned to sleep ‘till noon after finishing Hwarang (wherein one of the characters had an uncanny resemblance to a stoner from the lower year).

After a quick shower, you put on a shirt and some slacks, rubbing the sleep off your eyes as you headed to the door. The first thing you thought of doing was to scream at whoever asshole robbed you of your sleep, but as you saw Hoseok’s smile, your anger vanished. “Hi, Hobi”, you grinned at him. “What brought you here?”

You moved aside, making space for him to come in. He was wearing a sweater over a collared-shirt, and jeans. His hand was clutching his phone, and even though the outfit was simple, it made him look like a prince. For you, it wasn’t only his looks, but also his intellect that mattered.

“Ah... I was here to ask about the tutoring”, he showed you the unfolded flyer. A blush crept on your cheeks. “Oh? Did you want to help out?” You both sat down on the sofa. The tutoring session would give you extra time to get close to him. It was just too perfect.

‘No, I actually wanted to get tutored’ he wanted to scream out, but the smile on your lips was just too sweet to deny. Choking down his logic, he nodded. “Y-yeah, I really did want to help out”, his nervousness melted as your smile got bigger. “That’s so cool! I actually have two kids scheduled on Friday. They’re sophomores, so the lessons aren’t really hard.”

‘What do you mean the lessons ‘aren’t really hard’, I almost failed math because of probability’, Maybe he did make a mistake. Just by talking to you made him feel the 75′s on his card. If Yoongi could hear the conversation right now, he knew the older boy would shake his head in disappointment. ‘You just fucking screwed yourself over, Hobitch.’

“You did what?!” Yoongi was so close to pulling his hair out. “It was an in-the-moment thing! Plus, how hard is it to tutor some brats?” he tried explaining, though he couldn’t believe himself either.

“You just fucking screwed yourself over, Hobitch”, Yoongi sneered at him. It was weird how he predicted he’d say that. They stood opposite each other, a Lego model of the Death Star between them. Yoongi didn’t know whether to laugh at Hoseok’s fuck-uppery or beat the shit out of him to make him think straight. He chose the latter.

The thing about people shorter than you is that you couldn’t really prevent their leg from hitting your crotch in time. Much to Yoongi’s dismay, Hoseok landed right on top of the Lego build they’ve been working on for 5 hours. “What was that for?” Hoseok groaned. He didn’t know what hurt more, the kick or the Legos pressed against him.

“That’s what happens when you do stupid things”, he huffed, nudging the boy’s curled up form off the Legos. “Fuck, it’s gonna take us 5 hours again, plus one more to pick up all the pieces”, he wrinkled his nose, picking up a chunk of the model to examine.

“Yoongs, can you just please help me out? Review me on the past lessons or something”, Yoongi fake-gasped as he heard Hoseok’s words. “Review? ‘Hoseok’ and ‘review’ can never combine in one sentence.” He knelt next to the brunet, and placed a hand lightly on his neck. “Are you sure you’re the real Hobi?”

Hoseok shrugged his hand off, taking a peek from his shut eyes. “Give me an overview of math for all I care.”

Yoongi stayed beside him in silence, before sighing and getting up. “Sure. I swear, Jung, your favors are stacking up”

He went to his bookshelf and scanned the titles, finally finding the one he’s looking for. He pulled out a thick book, with Geometry 8 written on the cover. He turned back to see a now much better Hoseok frowning at him.

“Okay, Hobi. You need to master at least three-fourths of this book by tonight if you want to impress y/n.” He sat next to Hoseok, swatting the Lego parts all in one big mound. “Let’s work our way from Proving up to Probability. Then after that, I can help you pick what clothes to wear”, he winked at him.

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