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kbandtrash · 2 years ago

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Dance or Band? (Seunghyub x Reader)

~Rachel~

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Idk how many of you are familiar with the original dance or band (mnet survival show--sf9 vs honeyst) but this is the au where they did it again with girls and the reader is the leader of the band group. @yukheisuh you said you wanted it so here it is

Content: survival show drama, fluff, an implied kiss

Word count: 3k

“You’re not coming back with me?” your youngest member Seohye asked.

“Hakgu and I will take her home,” Seunghyub jumped in. “I was going to teach her some things about the music software I use.”

You waved Seohye toward the studio door. “You can tell the other girls I put you in charge tonight,” you told her with a wink.

She brightened up and bowed her way gracefully out the door. “I will use this power, for evil,” she promised brightly. “Thanks for letting us help, sunbae!”

“Get home safely,” he wished her, waving goodbye. He chuckled good-naturedly. “She must be hard to keep in line.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Not as long as we work together. She doesn’t need to be kept in line.”

“Wow, you sound like you’ve been leading your group for as long as I have,” he sighed, turning his chair so he could meet your eyes. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, you really deserve to win this.”

Downcasting your eyes, you clasped your hands together in your lap. “I’m at a loss,” you admitted. “They’ve been promising us our debut for a year and a half now, and then they decide to pit us against their shiny new girl group.”

“And this isn’t the first time they’ve done this to a trainee band, either.”

“No, it’s not. Like, which is going to win in the eyes of the public? Dance or band? It’s obvious. If the dance group wins next week, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend to be happy for them.”

Seunghyub patted your head comfortingly. “You know you have my vote, and after you opened for us last time, I think you have N.Fia, too.”

You were able to bring your smile to your face again. “Thanks, sunbae. And thanks for letting Seohye and me help out with our finale song.”

Seunghyub laughed. “You know, I asked Boyoung and Hyerin if they wanted to help with the dance group song, but you know what they told me?”

You cracked a malicious grin. “What?”

He matched your smile and told you in a high pitched tone, “‘That’s okay, we trust you, sunbae!’”

You gasped. “They turned you down? Why wouldn’t they want a part in shaping their future?”

“I can’t figure it out, either! I already knew that you would want as much influence as you could have, so I thought it would be fair to offer them the same chance.”

“Naturally,” you agreed with a nod. You felt your anger rising again and it was getting harder to stuff it down. “‘We trust you, sunbae,’ of course they trust you! I would trust you, too, if I had to.” You pulled your hair down from its ponytail and ran your hand through it. “Are they really so sure they’re going to win? They don’t think it matters whether or not they have a hand here?”

Seunghyub listened quietly.

“To me, that seems like arrogance. Like no matter if they try or not, it doesn’t matter. I know it’s my job—our job, as the band—to be more involved in the music, but telling you that they don’t want to help at all…that feels lazy.” You looked up and saw him watching you, his face full of concern, and you realized what you were doing and who you were complaining to. “Sorry, I don’t need to tell you all of this.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. To be honest, I thought the same thing, but I can’t say that to anyone without sounding biased.” He fiddled with his hands, trying to decide what to say next. “They…don’t edit you very kindly, do they?”

Your anger was cooling down, but too quickly. You were afraid it was going to give way to tears. “You’ve been watching?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t read the comments, do you?”

“Do you?”

You looked down again, letting your hair hide your face in case tears decided to spill over. “I stopped after episode one.” You sniffed. “I was just trying to show myself as a strong leader, and PD-nim said it was good, but now I wonder if he said that because it made the dance group look more desirable.”

“You’re a strong leader whether you show it or not. There’s nothing wrong with standing up for your members.”

“I just don’t want them to lose because I’m standing up for them.”

“If you stop standing up for them, then they’ll really lose.” He set his hand atop yours and, startled, you looked up to meet the determination in his eyes. “You started this strong, and you have to keep going strong or you’ll lose your fire.”

“Fire?”

“You’ve been burning the stage with your passion every time you perform. The dance group girls haven’t been able to match that even once.” He took your other hand, too, and he held them tightly as he made his point. “If you lose that, you lose what’s been setting you apart this whole time. Your passion is what fuels your members, and what fuels your performance together. You can’t stop now, or the world will never see what you have to offer.”

You looked down at his hands and back up to his face.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked. “The way you are, you don’t have to change that. You’re talented and beautiful and you’re strong. You don’t have to hide—I want you to be able to show everyone.”

“Sunbae,” you began, tightening your fingers around his apprehensively. Oh, how you prayed you were right about the venture you were about to make. “Do you like me?”

His hands tightened briefly in a lightning-fast squeeze as his face dropped in shock. “Do I—um, do I have to like you? In order to want you to…to do well?”

You shook your head frantically, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “No, of course not, I just—I don’t want any misunderstandings, I thought I would ask at the very least.”

He retracted his hands bashfully and turned his chair back to his desk, suddenly avoiding your gaze as his ears turned pink. “This timing is terrible, seriously. I wasn’t going to tell you because you’re under so much pressure right now.”

“You do like me?”

“Yes, but…” he folded his hands in his lap, “I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to do your best and be happy. If I can help you succeed, that’s enough for me.”

“Sunbae—”

“You don’t have to give me a response if you don’t have one, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to tell you something.”

He glanced back over at you and tried to read your face. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’m really not in a place to date right now.”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything, I mean it. I’m really not hurt if you don’t return my feelings.”

“But I do.”

He was cute when he was surprised, and you knew you were starting to show how flustered you were. “You do?”

You nodded again. “For a long time, I think, but I know I can’t be dating right now, so I just liked you quietly. Kind of like you said, I was just happy to work with you.”

He kicked around in his chair, spinning between facing you and his desk. As he glanced up at you shyly, you wondered if you had been ignoring the now obvious signs on purpose.

“What do you want to do, then?” he asked.

“For now…” you slid your chair closer to his, but you turned it toward his desk so you could see his computer. “Can you teach me about your music software?” I don’t know yet.

An understanding smile spread across his face and he slid over to make room. “Let’s do that. Where do you want to start?” I’ll wait until you do know.

—

“You two have incredible chemistry, really,” Yonghwa noticed appreciatively.

“Ah, thank you!” you said, beaming. You could barely see anything through the stage lights, but you bowed in what you hoped was the right direction.

“You worked on the arrangement together, right?”

“Yes, but we made it originally with just Hyerin and Keeho in mind,” you explained.

“I thought it would be better if Seunghyub-sunbae and (Y/N) joined us,” Hyerin added. “I may not know much about the technicalities behind the music, but I’ve learned as a trainee how to make a good performance. For a vocal stage like this, I felt it would be more impactful with the feelings of the arrangers themselves.”

“It’s a shame that you two leaders aren’t on the same team,” Hong Ki said. “Your two voices blend so nicely, I want to hear more.”

You and Hyerin exchanged smiles, but you couldn’t tell if her smile was fake—you couldn’t tell if your smile was fake. After the last months of being pitted against each other, it was hard to remember when you had thought of her affectionately.

“We do have one more combined performance,” you promised, “and after that…” You snuck another glance at Hyerin, who seemed a little too relaxed. “I’m sure I’ll produce something we could—”

“It would be fun to feature her with us someday,” she jumped in.

Your mind went totally blank. On autopilot, you heard yourself say, “That would be fun,” but those words were for the sake of politeness.

The assumption she had just made was glaring, and it made you scared. With the confidence she had just spoken with, it seemed like she thought her team had already won. Was there something you hadn’t been told? Was this game already set before it began, just as you had feared?

“I think any of us would be overjoyed to feature her,” Jongseob piped up. “Or, either of you really,” he covered, catching his slip in neutrality.

Jiung bumped his arm. “Here he goes again.”

“Please collab with us, Noona,” Jongseob said with a grin. “Write a song with us—it’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Only if Boyoung and I get to make the choreography,” Intak said. Jiung laughed again.

“Our hoobaes really love each other,” Hong Ki chuckled. “Were we like that with our hoobaes?”

“Our CNBlue hoobaes were also our hyungs,” Jaejin pointed out.

“You’ve shown us plenty of love over the years,” Seunghyub said, finally back in his seat. “Lots of gifts, lots of kindness. We hope to continue paying it forward.”

Hyerin giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’ll receive it well.”

As you bowed and thanked both your sunbaes and the audience, your brain was on fire trying to stay quiet and impartial. You’ve already turned their kindness down, you longed to say. But you kept a smile on your face, for the sake of your future, and hers too.

The last stage was something you had worked hard on. Equally displaying the talents and virtues of both a band and a dance group was a challenge that Hyerin hadn’t put a lot of thought into beforehand, so once again, you had been stuck advocating for the visibility of your girls.

If only people saw you as hard-working instead of as pushy.

(a/n: this is cringe to put this in here but I understand this flashback needs context if you haven't watched dance or band. One of the first challenges in the original was going and performing at a school--by random chance the band went to an all-boys school and the dance group went to an all-girls school. The students at each school then voted for whether or not they thought the group they watched perform was ready to debut. The winner was decided solely on the number of yes votes without any comparison to the no votes--as a math major, this still doesn't right with me but anyway. I also should explain another reference to the original dob I made earlier. Sf9 and Honeyst both opened for cnblue at one of their concerts in Japan for a no-stakes mission with no official winner or loser. Then cnblue gave both groups feedback from their sunbae perspective. I figured n.flying would get to be the sunbae this time around. My apologies for this unsightly interruption)

“Those numbers don’t mean anything,” you stated bluntly.

PD-nim blinked at you and put on a fake smile. “What do you mean by that?”

“Just because they have ten more votes doesn’t mean they won.”

He laughed, barely hiding his frustration.

“I know it’s been a hard time for your group—” Hyerin cut in.

“Sometimes you need to learn to accept your losses,” PD-nim snapped.

“No,” you shot back. “Unless you can confirm the same number of people were in both schools for our performances, that raw number is useless.”

“I don’t get it,” Minji from the dance team mumbled.

“The only valid statistic for these votes is a percentage—how many people in each school voted yes compared to how many voted no.”

“The schools were close enough in size that it shouldn’t matter,” PD-nim said.

“It does,” you argued further. “Look, I’m really okay if we lost, but I want to see the data with my own eyes.”

Seunghyub’s encouragement had meant everything to you. Before you had talked with him, you were nearly ready to give up. Although PD-nim kept telling you that standing up for your team was good, his actions told you otherwise, and so did the public’s opinion of you.

His words of encouragement reminded you what you were fighting for and reassured you that what you did was worth it. Coming from someone you trusted and respected so much, what else could you do but believe them?

Most importantly, he had restored your faith in yourself. You were strong enough to lead, and you had worked hard for what you had accomplished. You were the one who made things happen for you and your group, not good luck.

“Dang, eonni,” Seohye snuck in. “You and Seunghyub sunbae…”

“Hmm? Why?” you responded nervously. What was she referring to here? The stage, right? Or had she noticed something about how you two were acting around each other?

“You just went off, that’s all,” she answered with a shrug. “That was like Kingdom stage level good.”

You tried to brush her off to hide how touched you were. “Ah, stop, it was just a little bit of fun.”

“Just a little bit of fun? And how about how you and Seunghyub sunbae were singing with each other, was that just really good acting?”

Oh.

You could only blink in response.

“Don’t worry, I think only our group members would have understood anything,” she went on. “Only people who really know you would have known that you were sincere.”

“We’re not—”

“Oh, no, don’t say anything here. Let’s just kill our last stage, and then when we go home with our debut date set, you can tell us everything,” she said with a grin.

You found the rest of your girls, all three of whom gave you knowing and excited smiles. You brought them into a huddle.

“Girls,” you began. You couldn’t go on. Tears sprang from nowhere, and your throat was stopped with a sob.

“No no no, eonni! You can’t cry!” your drummer fussed. “You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“I wanted to give a speech about how far we’ve come,” you sniffled, holding back your tears. “Instead—I love you. I love you all so much.”

“Eonni!” they all whined.

You hugged the other four as tightly as you could manage. “Let’s have fun!”

—

“Stop comparing numbers,” Seunghyub scolded you.

“It’s inevitable, and I get it,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter who won the competition, they’ll pull higher numbers anyway just because they dance.”

“It’s a win for you either way,” he chuckled. “You wrote the song, and you’re getting paid nicely for its ratings.”

You humphed. “A little recognition would be nice.”

He turned his chair to face you directly and he put his hands on your shoulders. You met his eyes skeptically. “You did fantastically,” he assured you seriously. “They wouldn’t be getting any attention for their debut if you didn’t write them such an amazing song.”

Your face grew hotter as you continued to look at him. “I wasn’t talking about you,” you said, trying to keep your annoyed composure. In reality, though, he always knew how to cheer you up. His words were always exactly what you needed to hear.

He snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Should I text Hyerin, then? ‘Hey, should I congratulate you or (Y/N) on your debut?”

As you smacked his arm playfully, you gasped before you laughed in shock. “That’s terrible!”

“It would be funny, though.”

“No, she wouldn’t think so,” you groaned. “We don’t need to breed any more animosity here than there already is.”

“Ah, ever the wise and mature leader,” he acknowledged with a sigh. “Maybe you should be the leader of the leader project they’re putting together.”

“Absolutely not,” you spat. “I have enough with Seohye on my hands, I don’t need to be in charge of seven sunbaes and Hyerin.”

“Oh, now that you say that, I don’t want to do it either.” He shuddered. “I hope Yonghwa-hyung does it.”

You nodded. “He’s the obvious choice.”

A knock came at the door and Seunghyub hurriedly opened his music program.

A staff member poked his head in the door. “Seunghyub-ssi? Oh, and (Y/N) is here too.”

“We’re a little busy right now,” Seunghyub said. “Do you need something?”

“Just checking to see if you need a lightbulb replaced,” the staff claimed with a shrug. “But you’re okay in here?”

“Yes, the lightbulb was replaced last week,” Seunghyub reminded him with a politely annoyed smile.

“Ah, right…” The staff looked between the two of you.

You nodded at him. “I was there.”

“Okay, then,” he said, taking the hint. “Work hard!”

“Yep, thanks,” Seunghyub called after him as he shut the door. “They’re definitely onto us,” he told you.

You shrugged. “We have an impenetrable cover, though.”

“True,” he said with a laugh. He reached over his armrest and picked up your hand. “If they ever catch us, we can just say we were trying to feel the emotions of the song.”

You scooted over your chair and leaned your head on his arm. “We had better keep writing love songs, then.”

He turned his head to look at you, and you looked back up at him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he said with a smirk and a purposeful glance down at your lips.

“We just had a staff member try to walk in on us and you want to kiss me now?” you snickered.

“I always want to kiss you.”

“Then be my guest.”

#see i told you self-indulgent #slightly deranged as well #i could be persuaded to write about the rest of the missions.........#seunghyub x reader #n.flying x reader #nflying x reader #n.flying fanfiction #n.flying seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying #nflying

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miss-pearlescent · 5 years ago

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Teenage Romance Angst

There she was again, sitting by herself. She was working on something at the table and Jongin's palms suddenly started sweating. Discreetly, he wiped them on his pants.

He had less than five minutes to talk to her before all her friends swarmed over.

Making a beeline for her table, Jongin nearly body checked a freshman and tripped over a table leg. Good thing she didn't see that.

"Hey," he said breathlessly, slipping into the spot beside her. Her fringe had fallen forward, covering her face and when she swept it back, Jongin got just a little bit more breathless.

She quickly put her work away and said, "Hi, what's up?"

Man, he had something planned but suddenly noticed how good she smelled and realized he'd never sat this close to her before. He inched back before she thought he was a creep. "Have you tried the new pizza from the caf?" Nice, Jongin, nice.

"There's new pizza?"

"Yeah," Jongin fumbled for words. "Apparently, they added some new secret ingredient," he lied straight through his teeth.

"I see..." she narrowed her eyes and her pink, glossy lips curved into a smile. She was catching on. Time to change the subject.

He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "So how's school?"

"It's...It's good?"

God, you're making this awkward, Kim Jongin. "That's good." He licked his lips. "So—"

Two trays landed on the table, both filled with food. Jongin looked up and saw Luhan, the most popular boy in their grade, taking a seat on Boyoung's other side.

"Hey," she said with a wave. Damn, she was the one initiating the conversation there. And with a familiar hey, no less.

"Hey," Luhan barely glanced at Jongin as he nudged the tray. "I got you the pizza today." Jongin scowled. Damn, when did Luhan start getting lunch for Boyoung?

She gave a bubbly laugh as she stared down at the slice of pizza, which looked like every other slice since the beginning of the year. "Did they change up the pizza?"

"No," Luhan replied with a mouthful of food. "Why would they do that?"

She shrugged and a strand of straight, black hair that was caught on her shoulder slid down her arm. "I just heard from—"

It was time for him to go. Jongin pretended to check his watch. "I think I hear my friends calling." Smooth. "See you guys later." He left the cafeteria.

Once he was back at his locker, he leaned against the cool metal door to calm himself. He would have to ask her to the Winter Solstice Festival another day.

"Hey, that's your girl, right?" Jongin felt a sharp nudge at his side as he looked up.

Oh great, not now.

"She's not my girl," he hissed back at Sehun.

The boy put a bunch of stickers in his hand. "Well, give her these stickers and see if she'll become your girl."

He almost stuffed it back at Sehun, but Boyoung was too close and he froze. She had come from the direction of the gym and her cheeks were flushed, her hair tied back into a high ponytail.

She gave him a small smile as she passed.

Jongin didn't know what to say. His mind wasn't working straight so he looked down at her sneakers instead of making a fool of himself. Without thinking, his mouth started moving. "Nice shoes."

He looked back up for her reaction, certain that she would think he was a creep. Her skeptical expression told him he was right. "Thanks," she said and continued walking.

Sehun stopped her and did what Jongin was supposed to do. Give her a flyer and tell her about the animal shelter fundraising campaign they were advertising for.

And he gave her a goddamn sticker.

Sehun's eyes slid over her shoulder to throw Jongin a smug look as he helped put a sticker on her gym uniform. She walked away, waving happily and trying to read her sticker upside-down.

For the rest of the day, Sehun wouldn't stop teasing Jongin about missing the opportunity to pat the sticker onto Boyoung's chest. Jongin nearly punched him out just to shut him up.

Goddamn those stickers.

~3 months later~

"Your father and I worked so hard for you, and you decide to do live your life like this?"

It still hurt because it was true.

Bo pulled her knees up to her chest and swallowed the lump in her throat that wouldn't go down. Really, there was no use in crying over this. It was an old issue and crying wasn't going to help it.

Nothing was, unless she could grow the fuck up like everybody told her to.

But if growing up meant sitting at a desk all day, reading textbooks, and writing papers, then she didn't know if she could do it. At her own desk were a million scattered papers, true, but none of them were for academics. She had venues to call for her grade's graduation dance, she had her friends' essays to edit, and she had a monthly events calendar to write up for the student council.

None of which would help her slipping marks. At this rate, she wasn't going to pass her university entrance exams, let alone get into one of the country's top universities like her parents had expected since she was a toddler.

Her phone buzzed by her feet and the tears almost started pouring out when she saw the name on the screen. NiNi

"That boy is toxic. Ever since you've started dating him, you have been doing worse and worse at school. I've told you a thousand times and I'll tell you again: you need to end this relationship. It's useless."

She picked up the phone. Amazing that her voice didn't crack when she answered.

The reply was a noise between a groan and a whine. "Bo-yah-yah-yah-youngie, please tell me you got B as the answer for question 16. I'm going to die if it's not."

"I don't know," she whispered, too scared to talk any louder than that. Not even Jongin's butchering of her name could lift her mood.

There was silence on the other end and she knew he detected something weird. "Did I just wake you?" he asked quietly.

"No."

"Did something happen?" he asked with caution. He was the only person outside of her family that knew her relationship with her parents, and he knew they didn't like him, too.

She swallowed, hard. "Nothing happened. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Her sentence ended with a crack in her voice.

"Wait." He sounded breathless all of a sudden. "You're at home, right? I'll come over."

Just because he knew her parents didn't like him didn't mean he cared. He tried his best to do everything right, but none of their dislike was his fault anyway. She shook her head. "No, do your homework."

"Boyoung, I'm—"

"Kim Jongin, I don't want to see you." She hung up and slammed her phone face down on the bed.

Burying her face into her knees, she cried until her knees felt the wetness through the thick cotton of her pajama bottoms...which were actually a pair of Jongin's sweat pants. She shook with sobs because she loved him so much, but why was the world so against their relationship?

She was starting to see her mother's reasoning. If she continued down this trail, if she didn't end this relationship with Jongin, was she going to make a fool of herself? She had begun to study more since meeting Jongin's mother, but it didn't raise her dismal grades that had been low from the beginning.

Maybe she was born stupid.

When she lifted her head, she realized she was. Her hand went to the phone again. Jongin had stopped trying to call her for a whole five minutes now, and she was worried he was actually going to drive over. He wouldn't give up, he never did.

She dialed his number.

"Bo—"

"Don't come over."

He sighed. More shuffling. "Fine, I'll stay in my room. But don't hang up on me this time."

"Do your homework," she said, sniffling.

"And bore you with these equations? I don't want to turn into the next Mr. Chang."

Her lips cracked into a small smile because she knew he was trying to cheer her up. "Mr. Chang isn't so bad."

He scoffed. "Not if you like the type that spends the class talking about his son and then sends us home with three hours of work that he didn't cover in class. But wait, let me guess. You've got all the answers already, haven't you?"

"No," she lied. She had done them during lunch today when Jongin was busy with something else. If she hadn't been dating Jongin, she might've hung out with her friends. But his mom wanted to meet her and Bo was determined to give off the right impression...like doing her homework.

Jongin gave an exaggerated sigh. "Ah, well, I guess I'll have to hand my homework in without checking it over with you. By the way, the answer for question 16 is B, right?"

The answer was D, but they both knew she wasn't going to simply give the answer to him. "Jongin."

"Fine, I'll go do my work. But keep me on the line, okay?"

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I want to go to sleep."

"Then lay down." His voice had gone softer, losing its humour, and she put her head down on her pillow. "Your makeup's off? Your retainers on?"

She almost laughed. "Yes, Jongin."

"Good."

She listened to him breathe and every once in a while, he moved around in his room or cleared his throat. She imagined him without his shirt on, padding around barefooted in his untidy room with his mangas lying around everywhere.

"Bo?"

She choked on her tears and began to cough, surprised that she was crying.

They couldn't stop. She cried harder and Jongin continued to whisper her name through the phone, or maybe he was just saying comforting words. Either way, she curled in on herself and held the phone close to her ear, closing her eyes so that the only thing in her head was Jongin's voice.

She didn't think about meeting her parents' expectations. She didn't think about meeting Jongin's parents' expectations. She didn't think about universities or career paths or the next due date on her calendar. She just listened to his voice and her shuddered breaths.

"Jongin..." she whimpered. She didn't know what she wanted to say. I'm not going to get into a good school. I'm a disappointment. Your mom's going to hate me.

"I'm here, Bo," he whispered. "I'll always be here when you need me."

Soon, she fell asleep to his words murmured over and over again.

---

I wrote this back in first or second year uni for nanowrimo, got 20k words in, and then couldn’t do it anymore because there were so many plot holes and I was tired of the story LOL It was supposed to be a Jongin sequel to “Trying to Conceive with Mr Wu Yifan” and it was gonna be titled ~Catching a Flirt Named Kim Jongin~ LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i thought I was so clever. Anyway, this was just the prologue/flashback portion of the story. I found it while going through my old drafts and decided to put it up cuz I wasn’t gonna do anything else with it LOL hope you guys liked that little drabble! Have a great weekend :) :) :)

#exo #exo scenarios #kai #kai scenarios #jongin #kim jongin #fanfiction #writing #drabble #cute

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laprincesa18 · 5 years ago

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Bed & Breakfast

Chapter One

“Please don’t do this!” She yells tears going down her eyes as she clings to him.

“I don’t want to be apart of this!” He yelled at her and pushed her away.

“Please don’t leave me alone!” She sobs harder knowing that her plead won’t make him stay.

“I-I’m sorry.” He says and slams the door walking out of her life for what she thought was forever.

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“Mommy!”

Waking up to your 5 year old jumping on you at seven in the morning was a daily routine for me. Groaning I open my eyes and come face to face with my precious baby girl. Her gummy smile lifting and sadning me like every morning. She looked so much like her father.

“Mommy hurry we have to make the guests breakfast” She said yelling in my face.

“Okay okay,” I said giggling “but be quiet Keum you’ll wake up the guests.

I love my daughter's name. I named her Dream because she became my dream. My original dream was to become an idol but after having my baby, my dream is to be the best mother to her and to be able to provide for her and give her the best life ever. I giggled quietly as Keum ran out of my room, going into the living room and into the hallway going passed the stairs. Going down the hallway I could see pictures of us and our guests, some of them being celebrities.

"Mommy! What should we make today?" Keum asked jumping up and down. I picked her up and sat her on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Taking notice of the clock on the stove it was only 7am so I had an hour to make breakfast.

"Well darling I was thinking we can make an American breakfast, I'm sure that will fill them up!" I said enthusiastically.

We started making our American breakfast with eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage when our guest started to file in one by one. Today was there last here so I wanted them to have a very big breakfast.

"Good Morning Park and little Keum!" I heard Jackson's loud voice say. I shake my head and turn away from the stove to face him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Boyoung or Noona" I say with a giggle. The rest of the boys soon file in after him. I have Keum make the table as I'm putting food on the plates.

"I hope you all liked your stay here. I know my place isn’t much but I hope me helping you guys on finding things to do here helped and was fun for you guys.” I said as I fed Keum a little, she was making a mess and I just fed her not wanting to have her make more mess.

“No Ms. Park it was a very great stay. We’re so glad to have just forget about everything out in the world and just enjoy ourselves” Jaebum said as he shook his head and grinned at me. It made me proud to have this place. I’m glad to have helped these hard working idols have a relaxing vacation. I grinned back at him. I’m not gonna lie I’m gonna kind of miss these guys. They stayed for a whole month! A much needed vacation I must say.

“Ah let me give you boys your phones before I forget!” I exclaimed standing up and clapping my hands.

*le time skip*

Me and Keum waved as Got7’s big van went down the driveway and out of the gate. As soon as me and Keum weren’t able to see them anymore we went inside. Only stepping a foot inside my phone rang. I could tell it was probably a potential guest because it was on my home/work phone. It was a mint green phone hanged on the wall and only used for guests to communicate to people outside and for calls from potential guests. I do have a mobile phone but that’s strictly for friends and family.

“Hello?” I ask softly into the phone.

“Hello is this Ms. Park Boyoung?” I could hear a profesional firm male voice on the phone.

“Yes this is she”

“Great! This is Bang Shihyuk from BigHit. I don’t know if you remember me.” I gasped. I haven’t heard from him in forever not since I decided to leave the company.

“A-ah Yes I remember you PD-nim. H-how are you?”

“I’m well Ms.Park. I was just calling because I heard that you have a very nice place for people to relax.” He says, his voice not as firm as before.

“Yes I owe a bed and breakfast here in jeju” I say trying to have a firm voice but it comes out a little shaky. I feel as though I know what is to come.

“I heard a lot about your business Ms.Park. I’ve asked many other companies and their idols how they feel of the place. I want to send BTS there.” My head spins hearing those words. How could I face him again? How could I face the main who broke my heart?

“I-I don’t think that’s the best idea PD-nim” I say my voice very shaky.

“Ms. Park you owe me.” He was right I did owe him. He’s the one that gave me money when he found out I was pregnant and didn’t have anyone to turn to. I sigh.

“O-okay PD-nim. When will you be sending them?”

“A week from now. I hope to get everything settled by then.”

“And you do know my policies right?” I ask my firm voice returning.

“Of course! As I said I did my research! I’ll contact you again the day before they’re arrival. Goodbye Ms.Park”

“Goodbye”

What did I get myself into??

A/N: I hope many people like this! There is more to come! This is just a test chapter!

#bts jhope #bts jin #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts rm #bts suga #bts v #bts #fanfic #btsfanfic #bts au #min yoongi #first fanfic

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rkkyul · 5 years ago

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190627 MGA SEASON 5 + EPISODE ONE ⟨ ━━ ❀ ° PART ONE: PERFORMANCE, SWAN LAKE/STRIP ( 0:00 - 0:36, 0:00 - 1:22 ) ⟩

her expectations were questionable after her eventual day at seoul arts. initially, she had thought that with this many people chances of her going forward with the show were pretty slim. but after returning home and allowing herself to relax, slipping out of her clothing and cooling off in the bath with many bubbles and a modest glass of wine, kyulkyung found herself thinking back on her performance. her dance was more than acceptable in her eyes, but her singing might be a different story.

fake it til you make it, something she used to tell herself often last year. she had forgotten the habit after waiting so long to perform again, nothing demanding this much out of her since her last perfomance at knb. the pressure and anxiety of not knowing how she did would slow eat her alive if she didn’t just fill herself with ounces of nothing but confidence. and so she did just that, told herself she had made it up until she opened the callback email that next week.

the sound of her heart pounding on her chest was enough to make her ears ring, to make her mouth run dry and her fingers shake as she clicked and scrolled through the email. she couldn’t take it - the entire week of her telling herself you did it, there’s no way you didn’t meant nothing until she saw that she had indeed advanced. and sure enough, there it was.

CONGRAULATIONS, ZHOU JIEQIONG.

she was so relieved they spelled her name right.

the days leading up to the next phase of her journey were anything but relaxing. boyoung generously allowed her time off during her time at the mgas, however long that may be. in exchange for all the hassle, her friend gave her strict orders to win but she could only respond with a sheepish one step at a time. episode one sounded like another audition, further proving she had a long way to go.

this round kyulkyung had a bit more time to showcase what exactly she had to bring to the table. there were many dancers out there and she’s convinced a great number would be joining her on stage in a few days. she debated her performance over dinner with yuqi and boyoung over dinner - having bought a cake to celebrate the two in their advancement. yuqi was competition, but kyulkyung just couldn’t help herself from sharing every little detail about what she was wanting to do, probably talking the poor girl’s ear off but she just couldn’t stop.

it was hard to get her mind off something she had set it to; she had thrown herself head first into this competition without even realizing it. in the beginning, her thoughts were just to try it out and see what happened, to satisfy those who poked at her to sign up for days just to get some peace. but it seemed that once she got a tiny taste of victory, kyulkyung just starved for more.

the woman didn’t dressed herself up too much when the time came, needing to formulate a costume that would allow easy and flexible movements but wouldn’t be too distracting. a nice pair of dark leggings hugged her legs, tiny zippers coming up the sides, and a pink fitted top that ended just below her navel covered her torso comfortably. kyulkyung carried her pointe shoes and tutu as to not ruin the ruffles, carrying herself proudly into the building and directing her eyes over the swarm of people.

fake it til you make it.

the woman found herself a seat on one of the sides of the stage, finding a seat near yuqi so she could sneak looks at her during the day. "good luck, pretty girl.” she whispered, smiling at her roommate before making her way towards an empty seat. as time went by, more seats filled up and kyulkyung found herself yet again growing impatient. she tapped her leg against the ground quickly, bouncing the limb up and down as she tried to pass the time with the people around here. most seemed nice enough but there were certainly a few she’d be keeping her eye on; this was a competition after all.

the judges finally made their appearance and all at once the mood changed. for the first time since she sat down, kyulkyung shut her mouth and mimicked everyone else; following the CEOs as they took their seats and suddenly, this all felt too real.

it wasn’t long before the first name was being announced by katie lee - all eyes on the unfortunate soul who had to set an example for them all. kyulkyung watched each performance intently, mumbling a few opinions and takeaways to the two who sat closest to her. the first performance proved to be a tiny bit of a let down and although she felt bad for the poor soul, she couldn’t help but whisper to minkyung who sat to her side. “maybe this won’t be as bad as we thought.”

it felt like forever before her name was called, kyulkyung growing too invested in everyone else’s performances. she almost didn’t register when her name was actually called - the only thing snapping her back to reality being Tiger JK’s voice as he called her name rather impatiently. "ZHOU... JIEQIONG” not too bad, kyulkyung thought to herself, quickly slipping out of one pair of shoes into the other. the woman stood and grabbed her tutu, practically running up onstage in fear of keeping the judges waiting.

"PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF”

kyulkyung nodded her head and let a bright smile form across her cheeks, both excitement and fear leaving her hands shaking as they held her tutu close to her chest. the tulle of her tutu was puffed out to perfection, a beautiful pink that complimented her perfectly but tickled her nose as she held it close to her chest. kyulkyung scrunched up her nose before blowing the tulle away from her face, dropping it further down her torso to introduce herself. “hello, i’m zhou jieqiong.” like her interview, the woman first introduced herself in chinese before continuing. “hello everyone!! my name is zhou jieqiong, but sometimes it’s just easier to call me kyulkyung.” she grinned, waving both at the judges and the other contestants before she continued. “i prepared something today that’s hopefully a little different, so hopefully you’ll like it.”

as soon as the lights began to dim, the woman instantly moved to slip into her tutu. she had a few moments to collect herself, to take a few breaths and slide into the role of odette. swan lake being a favorite of hers, it was a no brainer when it came to deciding on the first half of her routine. the music itself was absolutely beautiful, calm and elegant yet it took her breath away. the tune surrounded her on stage, willing her movements to begin - her legs shifting into a plié and allowing her arms to drop ever so slowly.

it was impossible for kyulkyung not to feel beautiful when she danced - the rush she got when she danced ballet something she had come to miss. this was her first serious performance in awhile where she got to wear her pointe shoes, the first she had performed a ballet routine in front of an audience since last year. that fact alone was enough to make her worry, but she craved to show this side of her - to give them something she hadn’t at her last audition.

kyulkyung’s legs moved stiffly into high kicks and tightly kept movements - her legs the complete opposite of the pillowy motions of her arms. the ballet portion of her routine came to an end and the next section was quickly approaching, the music suddenly cutting out as she was moving into another kick. a look of surprised formed over her face, before she was moving to kick off her pointe shoes and slip out of her tutu. the look of mild confusion on the CEOs faces was enough to make her smile, the countdown to the next portion of her performance beginning.

take off all my make-up 'cause i love what’s under it rub off all your words, don't give a uh, i'm over it (jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know i love all of this) finally love me naked, sexiest when i’m confident

the beginning portion of strip contained so much of her personality, a huge contrast to what she had just shown. odette’s solo was all about elegance and beauty, nothing but gentle smiles and longing looks coming from a woman who was usually so full of life. the point of this performance was not only to show what she was capable of, who she was in the past, but to also show she was able to change, to adapt and let everyone know she knew how to have a little fun.

you say i ain't pretty well, i say i'm beautiful, it's my committee say we too provocative still look at me, look at me, look at me, yeah come for my girls, you blind daily mail ratin', mañana a la noche i don't owe you nothin' nah, i don't give a, no, not anymore

kyulkyung moved across the stage, smiling from ear to ear and allowing herself to just have fun in this moment. she took a risk doing this, performing a routine that was full of charisma verses skill. boyoung told her to do something showcasing a bit more skill, more of a wow factor like her performance at the audition. but everyone would be doing that, who didn’t want to show all that they were capable of? and kyulkyung almost gave in, almost put together something that was more wow than power, but she couldn’t find herself enjoying it as much as she did now.

this was not a time to show all that she was, but rather a short preview. she couldn’t give them everything now; she needed them to want more.

(ah-ooh) if you got little boobs, love it, love it, love it, love it, love it if you got a big ass, grab it, grab it grab it, grab it, grab it (ah-ooh) if you got nothing, babe, rock it it’s your life, go get it, if you want it up in the mirror like, "aw, yeah" lovin’ my figure like, "aw, yeah" when i'm slim or i’m thick, i'm like, "aw, yeah" swear i'ma kill 'em like ah

kyulkyung sure to let her eyes wander as she danced, bouncing back and forth from the judges to the contestants who surrounded the stage. the woman winked at hyun bin just to play around a bit - having the time of her lip up on stage and enjoying the spotlight she had.

strip! take off all my make-up ’cause i love what's under it rub off all your words, don't give a uh, i'm over it strip! jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know i love all of this finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident (ah, ah, ah, ah)

she missed moments like these the most. she loved all the attention on her, loved the rush and reactions she got when she was dancing. prior to the announcing of this season, kyulkyung hadn’t thought of being an idol. she didn’t know about the world of an idol and didn’t understand it completely. but the more she allowed herself to get caught up, the more she yearned for that contract, to see what all of this could bring.

maybe this was her new dream.

i ain't scared anymore my body outta control (strip!) baby, i know that you love dis, dis, dis, dis i know i'm a hot bitch, bitch gotta do what you want if they love it or they don't (srip!) i know you ain't ready for dis, dis, dis, dis baby, take it off (strip!) da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da

kyulkyung panted, breathless as she ended and sweat dotting her forehead. she prayed that they would have touch up after this because sweat and makeup do not mix. the woman smiled as she moved to bow and thank the CEOs for watching her performance. she bowed a few more times to both the staff and her fellow contestants before moving to go off stage - almost forgetting her tutu and shoes in the process. it was only after her performance that she realized she did that whole thing barefoot... at least she painted her toenails a pretty shade of pink the day before.

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #❀ ° ～ once upon a time.#i tried not to make this too long #rkyq #rkxminkyung #bc mentioned #wc: 1825 #i'm sorry #yes she did everything after her ballet barefoot #she's sad

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ohpapiseo · 6 years ago

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i wanted to tell you, but... [jinyoung x reader]

As promised to @brittbrat2017, this is something she requested in private and so I have delivered... I haven’t really proof-read this, nor have I written in ages so here we go...

pairing: Jinyoung (GOT7) x reader genre: transgender, coming out, intersex, LGBT+, romance and angst with happy endings I guess?

Unbeknownst to you, Jinyoung was looking at you as you got dressed. Never did you fail to surprise him on special occasions, and today was no different. He knew that you preferred comfort over style any time of the day, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dress up every now and then. He looked at you as you picked out a nice chain to go with your well-tailored blouse and black trousers (later, Jinyoung would realise that they were actually jeans).

You were putting on your eyeliner, when Jinyoung walked over and looked at you in the mirror. You hadn’t paid him any mind for a minute while you were finishing your eye makeup, only turning to look at him once you were done.

Jinyoung knelt down in front of you, giving you a small smile. “How do you feel about meeting the rest of the family?” “Ugh. Obviously nervous, but if they’re all as nice as you then I don’t think I have to worry.” You let out a chuckle. Jinyoung’s eyes lit up at the sight of you laughing, and he too smiled.

“They’re lovely. You’ve already met my mother. And then you’ll be meeting my older sisters for the first time. Fair warning, babe, but Boyoung noona is a little… well, let’s just say she doesn’t really think before she speaks.” “Oh, a woman of my own heart.” You grinned, turning open your little bottle of lip gloss. “Sounds like we’ll get along just fine.”

Before you could get the lip gloss on, Jinyoung pulled you closer to him, his lips brushing against yours and then he kissed you, pulling back after a few seconds to see your eyes closed. You opened them to an expression of adoration, amazement, awe. He loved you so much he couldn’t explain it with words, he hoped you could hear his heart speak. And you couldn’t help but return the feeling with a smile of your own.

It turned out that you had nothing to worry about after all. With a bright smile, Jinyoung’s mother made you feel welcomed into their home as if it were your own. She treated you like you were her own daughter, and you enjoyed being fussed over and adored by a motherly figure. It had been long since you had seen your parents, so you enjoyed the attention.

Jinyoung’s sisters were quick to warm up to you as well, immediately taking your contact details and promising to take you out on dates when Jinyoung was busy with his vocal teaching.

“And we’ll go shopping as well. Get you some cute dresses! I bet you’ll get Jinyoung whipped with these, for sure.” Boyoung whispered, giving you a wink. You turned pink at the comment, and Sooyoung sighed, smacking the younger sister behind the head.

“Give it a rest, you’ll make her hate us!” “No she won’t! You won’t right?” Boyoung looked at you eagerly, and you shook your head quickly, giving her a nervous smile. “Oh no, not at all…”

And Mr. Park (because you were too intimidated to call him by his first name), although he looked stern, he was very kind to you as well, asking you questions about what you studied and what your plans were for the future.

“Dad…” Jinyoung sighed into his hands. “Come on, whatever she does she’ll figure it out! This is why Yugyeom stopped coming to visit, Dad’s always asking whether he’s got his university stuff sorted out.” “What? No harm in being curious.” Jinyoung’s father shrugged, returning to his meal.

“Don’t worry, Jinyoung, it’s fine.” You put your hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring smile. “I like talking about what I do, anyway.”

Jinyoung relaxed, giving you a smile of his own. He blinked for a minute, realising that there was some sauce on the side of your mouth you hadn’t seemed to notice.

“One second…” Jinyoung picked up a paper napkin and brought it to your lips, wiping away the food and sauce from the corner of your lips. You looked at him with a slight blush, a little embarrassed at him having done this in front of his parents and sisters.

Sooyoung and Boyoung both let out excited squeals, clasping their hands together as they looked at you and Jinyoung with shining eyes.

“Wah, you’re so manly, Jinyoung-ah…” “Yeah, he is, right?” Boyoung grinned, giving Jinyoung a wink. “I mean, honestly… you’re so suited to be a guy, and I’m so happy for you, Jinyoung, really.”

You raised a brow at the remark, looking at Boyoung curiously. She turned towards you, looking back in equal confusion.

“Because of Jin’s transition and all. Being a guy really suits him.”

You glanced towards Jinyoung, who closed his eyes. You could practically see the emotions of shame, sadness, regret, all emanate off him in waves. He used to be a woman. The Jinyoung I knew used to be a woman...?

The tension was definitely felt in that room then. Pained looks in the eyes of the parents and the other sister. Boyoung realised that Jinyoung hadn’t told you himself that he was transgender and she had basically outed him to you.

You felt numb. How could he have hidden something so big from you? What made Jinyoung feel like he couldn’t trust you with that? You both had been dating for almost three months, how did he even hide it so well? You both practically lived with each other, too.

Anger, sadness, betrayal, you were overwhelmed by all these emotions, but you took one good look at Jinyoung and knew you couldn’t let his family feel upset for this.

“N-No-” You were lying through your teeth, but you didn't care anymore. “No, that’s not it. I know about it… He was just very reluctant to tell me, when we started being friends, so I assumed that you didn’t know anything. I apologise for making such a hasty conclusion-!”

You bowed your head apologetically. You could see the relief wash over many of their faces, except for Jinyoung who was now looking at you guiltily. He opened his mouth to speak, but you opened your mouth to interrupt.

“But with how much Jinyoung talks about you when we mention family… I should have figured it out for myself.” You gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “He loves you all dearly. And I know you all love him as much. I just am a kind of person that jumps to assumptions.”

Mrs. Park shook her head and reached out to pat you on the shoulder. “I understand your concerns. Because a lot of parents don't treat their children who want to change the way we did. But we have always supported Jinyoung, and we always will.”

You were walking a few feet ahead of Jinyoung, and he was making no effort to keep up either. There was a heavy silence, the distance between you growing to a near point of no-return. The walk to the subway was a good fifteen minutes, but right now, it felt like an eternity.

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at Jinyoung. He too had come to a standstill, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffling to stop the tears from overflowing. The sight was heartbreaking, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to offer him comfort.

“Why are you letting me follow you?” His words caught you off-guard. You looked into his eyes, and immediately felt his resolve waver.

“Why aren’t you angry?” He asked in a broken voice. “I lied to you. I’ve lied to you for three months. But you… you told my family that you knew. You could feel their awkwardness, their impending disappointment, maybe, and you averted the situation. I don’t deserve it.”

You let out a sigh, turning around fully to walk towards him, until you were looking right at him.

“Why aren’t you just… giving me the shouting I deserve.” Jinyoung sighed agitatedly, walking towards you.

There was no hesitation, no fear in your voice as you spoke. “I’m intersex. On paper, I’m legally female. But biologically, I’m not a woman, neither am I a man.”

Jinyoung stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened as he tried to process your words. You looked at him calmly, even tilting your head to a side as you studied his expression. His jaw clenched for a minute, the betrayal reflecting in his eyes as much as it did in yours earlier.

“So, how do you feel when I said that?” You looked back at him, waiting for an answer silently. Jinyoung paused for a minute, before giving you a sad smile again.

“I understand. While you’re pissed off, you can’t be angry because you’ve got your secrets too.” Jinyoung looked over the bridge into the river. “I’m upset but I’ve got no right to express it.”

You nodded, coming closer to him as you stood by the railings. “So why didn’t you tell me, Jinyoung?”

He closed his eyes, thinking of the right words to say. You brought your hand to his cheek, making him look at you.

“I always wanted to be honest. And every girl that I tried to date? I’d always tell them the truth. I was born a woman. Now I’m a man after a successful transition.” Jinyoung’s eyes welled with tears as he spoke, finding it hard to bear the shame of his actions, you could tell.

“And then?” You asked patiently, but you already had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

“And nothing. We got distant, we broke up, we stopped seeing each other. We stopped being friends. I don’t know if it was worry over the sex, scared of what people might think or just blatant transphobia. But whatever it was ended up in me becoming hurt.”

“And then I met you.” He whispered slowly. “You were just so… right. So beautiful, so amazing, on the outside and the inside. And I was scared that if I told you about my transition, you’d leave. And… I know it was selfish. But I just wanted you. I wanted to be loved by you. I was scared of rejection. And if you turned me down, I don’t know what I’d have done…”

You nodded slowly, unconsciously looking down at his chest, hands wrapped in the scarf around his neck. “I understand. And while I’m not entirely happy, I understand your reasons. And… we’ll work through it. I’m not upset with you being trans, Jinyoung, I only wished you would have been honest about it.”

Jinyoung took your hands in his, planting small kisses along your knuckles, a grateful smile on his face.

“I will be more honest from now, babe. I promise.”

You smiled. You believed him, knowing Jinyoung wouldn’t go back on his word and hide anything from you. The two of you stayed huddled together in silence, listening to the sound of the river below, resting in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

Jinyoung slowly glanced at you, asking quietly, “About being intersex… why didn’t you tell me?” “Well… I didn’t think it was really important.I just never talked about this. I��ve never had to, or felt the need to.”

Hesitation flitted across your expression, making him raise an eyebrow at you suspiciously. You shook your head at that, retracting your own statement. “I mean… no, it’s important. I just can’t talk about it well. I was chosen to be a woman. My parents wanted a daughter, legally, on paper… whatever you call it.”

Jinyoung let out a breathy chuckle. “Ha. We’re a lot more alike than we thought, I guess.” “You aren’t wrong. Though… I didn’t really get much choice on my gender. I’m seen as a girl. Which is not all bad, honestly.” You sighed, a wistful smile crossing your face as he caressed your face in his palm. “I just wish I had a choice at the moment. Because legally, what I am is a female.”

He frowned at your words, shaking his head slowly. “There’s always a choice. Whether people acknowledge it in a few months, or a few years, or never, you always have a choice.”

You pondered upon his words, realising that he was right. Your heart trembled at the thought of saying how you felt, and how much you yearned for freedom.

“And you’ll love me still? Even if some days I want to dress like a man? Not like a tomboy… a man?”

He grinned at your words. “Yes. Of course.” “And if I wanted to chop my hair off one day, but wear a wig the very next?” “Heck yeah. We can get colourful wigs if you wanted.” “Ha! Yeah, we could…” You grinned at him as he ruffled your hair playfully.

“And you’ll… love me? Always?” “Always.” Jinyoung whispered back, lowering his head to kiss you softly, his lips warm against yours, hesitant but also so certain. Really, there was no one that knew you or understood you better than Jinyoung, and it made you wonder why you were scared of how he’d react to you.

“It’s okay.” He whispered your name, kissing your forehead gently. “You had your reasons to hide it. As I had mine. And we’ll work through it.”

You nodded slowly, looking up at him with glazed eyes, you were sure. “I’m scared.” “Sometimes, the way to overcome fear is… well, fear.”

A snort escaped you, which you couldn’t help. Jinyoung deigned to chuckle with you, before pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m really sorry.” He murmured, looking downcast for a moment before he had a hopeful smile on his face. “And, I’m here for you. Whatever you decide, for yourself, I’ll be here to support you.”

You gave Jinyoung a smile, nodding in determination. “I’m sorry as well. And the same goes for you, Jinyoung. I’ll also be here for you with whatever you decide, and here to support you.”

“Always.”

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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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First-Date BAIT!

Words: 11.3k Genre: Fluff Read the sequel drabble: here Read more at Service Series

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First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?

He’s late.

That’s not a good sign.

You tap your foot impatiently, eyes sweeping the premises while sipping on your water. You deduct five points mentally on his tardiness.

The restaurant is rather fancy but it has dim lighting, something you never understood why restaurants did. Was it for the mood of the place? Maybe their cooking was so bad that they needed to cover it up with the darkness. At this point in time you were getting more light from the street lamp seeping in from the window next to you. When you turn on your phone, the mere brightness of it (that’s already turned down halfway) blinds you senseless and lets a curse slip through your lips.

You do another quick look around the dark restaurant, indifferent to the waitress who gives you a glance of pity - as if your date bailed out on you but he isn’t technically your date. And you can’t even manage to give a shit, you’re getting paid either way; so you continue to leisurely drink your water, chewing on the free bread that they gave you while you play a game on your phone.

But your fun doesn’t last very long when a shadow creeps up beside you. “Are you Boyoung?”

A husky voice makes you crane your neck slowly, looking up at the dark-haired man who gives you a lethargic, dead expression. Your eyebrow lifts slightly as you sigh, turning off your phone. “Are you Kihyun?”

“Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first.” You retort, boredly leaning your cheek in your propped up hand.

He sighs, falling into the chair across from you. “I’m a friend of Kihyun.”

“So you’re not Kihyun.”

“Answer my question.” He demands, toying with the petals of the fake flower centerpiece.

You smirk at him, finding amusement in the stranger. “I’m not Boyoung either. I’m filling in for her.”

His eyes flicker to you and he tilts his head. “You could say I’m filling in for Kihyun too.”

The waitress stops by the table to give Yoongi a glass of water, giving you a quick smile full of relief and you suppose that she’s happy that you weren't ditched after all; your date really did show up. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Well to be honest…” He begins, after a long yawn. “Kihyun didn’t want to show up. It was a blind date so I’m his substitute. But since you’re not her either, let’s just call this quits, okay? We can both leave and go back into our warm homes.”

You probe your eyes deeper into his skin, your amusement tripling ten folds on how brutally honest and straightforward he is. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to the nervous guys you always sit across from, stroking their clammy palms together and too afraid to look you in the eyes. This one is different - he isn’t scared of you.

“Are you listening to me? And can you stop looking at me like that?” He raises his eyebrows. “Is there something on my face or am I just too handsome?”

“Neither.” You spit out with another smirk. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

“Answer me first.”

“I’ll only answer you if you answer me.” He matches your lips, one side upturned slyly.

“Fair enough.” You cock your head to the other side. “I’m Y/N.”

“Yoongi.”

“Pleasure.” You clear your throat, finally sitting up straight and scanning the restaurant. Sure, you could leave like he suggested - it wasn’t like he was actually your client’s date after all. This guy was just some random. But on the other hand, you wouldn’t get paid if you left.

If you stayed, your delicious meal would get paid for by the company. If you left, you would walk home on an empty stomach to scavenge in your empty fridge, nibbling on lettuce and ice-cubes.

The choice was obvious and since he was just some random, you didn’t even have to waste your efforts or try that hard. It’s a win-win situation.

“Since we’re here…” You muster up a stiff, pretty smile and a chirpy voice that makes him frown. “...let’s just enjoy some food. What’s the rush in leaving?”

The man sighs, taking one that lasts ten seconds. “I mean-”

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress saunters back in time, interrupting right in the middle of Yoongi’s sentence. She smiles at the two of you, notepad in her hand.

“Yes.” You smile at her. “I’ll take the classic filet mignon, medium rare with a side of mashed potatoes and seafood chowder. Could we also get a bottle of Cabernet Franc red wine?”

“Certainly.”

When you turn to Yoongi, you nearly double over in giggles of how wide his eyes are. He quickly does a scan of the menu, scrambling and trying to decide. “I’ll take the lamb salad with fregola.”

“Great. It’ll be out as soon as possible.” She whirls on her feet and disappears behind the corner.

You cross your legs, staring out the window as Yoongi gapes at you. “Do you always just decide things on your own?”

With your lack of response that follows, he scoffs and falls back into his seat. You only turn your head when the waitress comes back with your wine bottle. Yoongi scoffs again when he notices how you lick your lips as she pours the deep, red liquid into the glass. After a simple ‘thank you’ and she leaves, you lift the glass to your lips and you almost down half of it.

“Alcoholic much.” He mutters under his breath but you manage to hear, narrowing your eyes at him.

“It’s been a long day.” You glare. “A lot of long days.”

“No. Don’t worry. I’m not judging you.” He shakes his head with a tiny smile. You wonder if the alcohol is already beginning to work it’s magic….but he’s kind of cute. “I understand how you feel.” That’s when you notice the black bags below his eyes, the exhaustion slowly seeping through his skin.

He raises his own glass to his lips and takes a sip of the red wine, orbs instantly brightening in the dark restaurant. “It’s good.”

“Damn straight it should be.” You murmur, flicking your hair over your shoulder. “Through the years of adulthood, I’ve finally narrowed it down to the best one.” The liquid swirls around as you rotate your hand. “Plus, it was expensive.”

“How expensive?” He raises a brow.

“Doesn’t matter.” You smirk back to him. “My company’s paying for it.”

“Company?”

“Nevermind.” You quickly answer, realizing that you shouldn’t tell him about the whole business when his friend is still a potential suitor and someone you have yet to meet or go on a first date with.

“You’re kind of strange.” He grins, gums showing as his eyes crinkle. You pause, halfway from taking another gulp as you gawk at him.

Oh. He’s definitely cute. There’s no doubt about that.

You gulp the rest in the next few seconds, still not peeling your eyes away from Yoongi. You don’t even feel any shame ogling him. It’s not like you’re ever going to see him again. “Maybe you should take it a bit slower.” He frowns and stares when you fill your glass up again but you ignore him.

That’s when it really hits you. The world is big and unless you were really (un)lucky, you’re never going to see this dude on the face of the planet again. Never. Ever.

Never again.

You giggle at that, hysterically while shifting your cup away when you realize that maybe you should take it slower. Yoongi stares at you in concern, brows slightly furrowed and eyes big at your complete hysteria. But you don’t even care if he thinks you’re a complete nut job, which he probably does.

This is your only chance - doing the complete opposite of your job. It’s your chance to conduct an experiment that you’ve been wondering for a long time. How fast can you lose a guy?

You take a deep inhale, settling down until you deadpan- “How much money do you make?”

Yoongi nearly chokes on his own spit. “What?”

“When we get married and I pop out a few of your little babies, I need to know that you can support them. I don’t want to be the only one busting my ass off.” You give him another giggle as he watches you, completely flabbergasted.

“Enough to buy bread.” He answers after a blink, short and sweet.

“Specifically.” You eye him closely with the side of your lip tugging upwards. “How much?”

“Definitely not enough to satisfy your expensive tastes.” He flickers to your wine and recalls your dinner order, one of the most costly items on the menu.

“Tch.” You click your tongue in annoyance before stealing another sip of the intoxicating liquid. “Shame. Minus ten points.”

“What?” A grin spreads across his cheeks as his bewilderment alters into amusement.

You wave your finger around in the air, speaking in a light voice. “You’ve lost fifteen so far and haven’t earned any.” A part of you wonders why he hasn’t run for the hills yet since in anyone else’s shoes, you’d consider yourself completely insane.

“How can I earn points?” He matches your lips in a smirk, staring at you in interest.

“Maybe if you left.” You point to the doors.

It didn’t matter that Yoongi wasn’t the person you were suppose to be meeting, all you had to say was that someone replaced him and you still went on a date. Only then would your expensive meal be paid for by the company and at this point, you merely wanted to be left in peace. Was that too much to ask for?

“Is there any other way?” He leans his chin in his propped up arm, staring at you. “I don’t want to leave.”

You don’t understand. You’re trying your best to lose this guy but the more you talk, the more you can see his orbs spark with interest.

Instead of answering, you take another gulp of the red liquid since the alcohol makes it easier for you to let go of any shame. That’s when you suddenly remember - an atrocious pick up line that was once said by some dude that you never recommended to your client.

“You must be Jamaican…” You’re already cracking with laughter. “...because Jamaican me crazy!”

There’s a horrendous awkward silence that kills your laughter. His face void of any emotion, telling you that he isn’t impressed in the least bit. A tiny smile bursts on your lips from your success and victory, presuming that he’ll probably leave the second he gets a chance. You’re sure that he’s just a mere second from asking if you want to check in to a mental hospital or turning around and running as fast as he can away from you. As he opens your mouth and you’re anticipating his excuses of leaving-

You’re both suddenly interrupted by the waitress. “I’m sorry that it took so long. The kitchen’s a little bit busy for tonight.” She places your flaming hot steak in front of you, your mash potatoes and your soup while Yoongi’s plate is placed in front of him. But as the waitress continues on her little ramble, Yoongi never peels his strong gaze away from you.

“Enjoy your meal~” The waitress chimes out with a smile.

“T-thank you.” You almost break out into a sweat with the way Yoongi’s still burning holes in your skin.

“Ah.” A quiet nose leaves his mouth and his expression washes over, as if reaching an epiphany and seeing right through everything that you’re doing. It’s as if you’ve turned completely transparent in his eyes.

You shift uncomfortably and Yoongi chuckles, taking his second sip of the wine as he continues his scrutiny. “So…”

And suddenly it becomes a battle of who will leave first.

His eyes challenge yours without needing to speak and any sign of discomfort is an indication of weakness that leads to a smirk plastered on his mouth. Sparks fly as you try your best to remain composed while enjoying your meal. Somehow, you and Yoongi both end up touching on the absolute worst topics to discuss during a first date - from his mother’s relationship to the dream you had last night.

If your boss saw you now, he would faint.

“My ex was the worst.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Like the sex was alright at first but then it got worse and worse. I tried to brush it aside for the sake of you know…‘love’ but god...I was a complete idiot. And I can’t believe I let him dump me!”

Yoongi laughs, swallowing his mouthful. “At least you didn’t get cheated on.”

“Damn.” You set down your wine glass, leaning across the table. “Spill.”

“I was working my ass off to try to buy her an engagement ring and I should’ve known..she was acting so shady.” He shakes his head with a smile of remorse. “I came home one night to find her in my bed with my roommate.”

“Then what did you do?” You blink and he chuckles at your curiosity, not carrying any spite.

“I kicked her out to the curb, what else was there to do?” He exhales tiredly. “What a fucking waste of two years.”

“At least you found out then. It’s a good thing that it happened.” You scoff. “You deserve better.”

He pauses for a moment before smiling at you. “Thanks.”

“-but I don’t know how you would know that after being with me for only an hour.” He adds on, lifting an eyebrow up.

“Call it my intuition.” You chime out with a grin. “You seem alright.”

“Does that mean I get points?” Yoongi teases and you ignore the heat in your cheeks.

“No. That means you get reset to zero.” You reach over to pat his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were in the negatives before.”

“Wow.” He shakes his head. “I’m incredibly honoured.”

You giggle. “I’m glad.”

The conversation continues like that, the both of you discussing your past relationships while not bothering to close your mouth while chewing. There’s no time to swallow or cover it with your hand if you want to be able to eat at the same time and you don’t even give a shit of what he thinks. He shares your sympathies and with his stories, you get enraged for him. It’s the first time that you’re able to talk about your exes without anger but laughter instead.

You even dabble a bit of your storytelling into your old college days and partying self. “How many people have you slept with?”

Yoongi nearly chokes again, this time with his food but he manages while tossing his head back in a deep laugh. “I really didn’t expect you to go there.”

“Well?”

“You have to answer the question too.” He leans in and you follow, the two of you mere millimeters away from each other. It’s almost scandalous to be talking about such subjects amongst high class folks in the fancy restaurant.

Yoongi’s hot breath carrying the scent of the red wine fans over your lips as he whispers. “Too many to count.”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles, moving back. “Nah. I’m just kidding. Three or four, maybe five?”

“Nice.” You nod your head, taking another bite of your steak.

“What about you?”

“Me?” You look up, batting your eyelashes innocently. He chuckles at your attempt to evade the question. You sigh, chewing and swallowing slowly. “Double your numbers.”

He raises a brow and nods, looking rather impressed. “Don’t judge me.” You grumble at him. “I was just….a bit wild back in the day.”

“I’m not judging you.” He shrugs and then grins, gulping some wine down.

You do another eye sweep of the restaurant, making sure that the waitress isn’t approaching and that the next table isn’t eavesdropping. “What are your kinks then?”

As the words leave your mouth, Yoongi sputters and gasps, pounding on his chest. The wine goes down the wrong pipe and as he coughs, it almost shoots out his nose. A few people even look over but upon your laughter, they resume back, assuming that it isn’t serious.

“What?” He manages to croak out.

You’re still giggling, taking another small sip. “Oh, you heard me.”

You take the opportunity to let your eyes sweep him from head to toe - or at least whatever you can see from above the table. Yoongi doesn’t have that big of a physique but that didn’t mean he was scrawny, no...not in the least bit. He had wide shoulders and looked well built but you couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t the tallest. You couldn’t help it either when your mind started to wander what he looked like ‘down there’....down in the basement��.down in his pants-

Okay. Maybe you should really lay off the wine.

Yoongi finally settles down and you smirk, still observing him carefully. “Wait. Let me guess….hm…” You put a finger on your chin, tapping away and thinking out loud in a hushed voice. “On a first glance basis, I would guess that you’re pretty vanilla…”

When he wasn’t frowning, he looked extremely cute with his natural pouty lips, his round cheeks and soft eyes, almost innocent. “But I know that the calmest ones outside are usually the freakiest ones in bed.”

He laughs and you smile. “Do you have a daddy kink?”

“God.” He shakes his head as if unable to believe the conversation that you were having with him. He definitely did not expect this when he walked in with plans to bail. “I mean...it’s okay. Like I’m not going to stop a girl if they call me that, it’s nice once in awhile but not my preferred one.”

Your eyes sparkle. “Then what is it?”

He leans in and you follow. Yoongi whispers in your ear, warm breath triggering goosebumps to raise all over the back of your neck. “Breath play.”

He takes another long chuckle at your stunned expression as he pulls away. Your eyes are saucers as you gape at him, really not expecting that kind of answer and you have to swallow all the spit that gathers in your mouth before you speak again. “So like….choking?”

He nods with pursed lips. “Now let me guess yours….” Yoongi crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, scrutinizing you again. “You’re right about the whole ‘the calmest ones outside are usually the freakiest ones in bed’ but I’m going to guess that you only know that because it applies to you.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re into wax play.”

“Nope.” You curl your mouth into a smile and for a moment his gaze flickers down to your perfectly red stained lips. “Begging.”

“Oh?” He smirks and you match it. “You like begging?”

You shake your head with a small laugh. “No. I like when the other person begs.”

“So, you’re a dominant?” He says it slowly with interest.

You shrug. “Sometimes. But I do enjoy getting tied up on the occasion.”

It’s exhilarating to share your deepest secrets with a stranger without having to worry about judgement. It’s freeing in a way and only easier when the alcohol is seeping into your veins and he’s as willing to share as you are. But the waitress stops by to check in with how you're doing and before your pupils can get any darker or he bites his lip while staring deeper into your skin, you both move onto a lighter topic...well…‘lighter’.

You end up talking about how sometimes you get so angry that you go bat shit insane and he nods in understanding, going on a tangent of sometimes forgetting his surroundings when he’s working. He talks about how people often misunderstand him for not caring enough or for disregarding their feelings but most often than not, he didn’t even realize. That conversation somehow stems into ranting about work and how you both hate but love it.

You learn he’s composing music and selling them to idols and stars - you won’t lie that you’re extremely impressed (plus ten points) but when he asks about your occupation, you speak broadly. It’s not like many people understand when you try to explain it and you don’t want to waste your breath too much. Yoongi would probably understand but you don’t want him to think you’re completely bonkers.

For some reason or another, you don’t want him to leave anymore.

“If you’re trying to eat like that to be as unattractive as you can…” Yoongi pipes up, eyes staring at your mouth and the way dressing is smothered all over your skin, the salad hanging down to your chin. “...you’re doing the complete opposite.”

You almost choke, your food nearly going down the wrong pipe as you break out into laughter. “You think salad hanging off my mouth is sexy? Oh my god.” You lean in with a look of disbelief, yet he keeps staring at your mouth. “Are you turned on right now? Jesus, what’s wrong with you?”

“Hey.” He shifts the wine away from him, wondering if that was the reason his words slipped through his lips. “Don’t blame me for my dry spell.”

“Maybe I can help you with that.” You wink mischievously and he goes completely blank. You wonder what he’s thinking until you break the overwhelming silence with a giggle.

“Kidding.”

Maybe you’re going crazy but you swear he frowns for a split second, perhaps angered that you toyed with his feelings...or maybe it’s disappointment. You don’t dwell on it. “I’ve already told you how I’ve left my partying and one night stand days behind.”

You sigh tiredly. “I’ve reached a point where I might even try to be abstinent for the rest of my life.”

He laughs. “Are you trying to go as long as you can?”

“Yup.” You beat your chest proudly. “Two years so far and in counting! What about you?”

Yoongi hums for a moment. “I think I’m at two years too.”

“Tch. Are you trying to compete with me on this?” You roll your eyes at him and he grins. With yet another sigh and a sip of your wine, you begin again. “I’d go to the mountains to try to be a nun but I don’t think they let you drink wine and I can’t live without that.”

At some point through the night, Yoongi goes on a long discussion about his mixtape, venting about all sorts of things but you surprisingly find interest in it. He ends up sliding his CD across the table and you snag it into your purse, finding amusement and promising to listen to it. After that, you realize that the entire wine bottle is empty so you order another.

“K listen...listen to me.” Your words slur together.

“I’m listening.” He laughs a bit loudly. “I’m listening.”

“What-...what kind of baby names do you like?” You nearly fall over in sleepiness, barely managing with one finger in the air. “How many? Do you like kids?”

He chuckles again, gums showing in his grin. “Why do you talk about having kids so much? Do you really want to have my babies?”

“You’re cute.” You admit without considering any repercussions, your mind hopelessly free of any thoughts. “Like….really cute.”

“Keep talking and I’ll be happy to give you my kids.” He whispers, downing the rest of the glass. “You’re-...you’re crazy attractive yourself.”

“Tch.” You scoff, rolling your eyes with a huge smile. “Stop. You’re too much….we gotta get married, you know! If we want kids and to build a family and a nice house. We gotta get married. So...so...so- let’s just do it now! HELL YEAH! Let’s get married right now! You wanna?”

He laughs hysterically and you join in, feeling all jittery despite your drooping eyelids. “I think...somehow…..that’s a bad idea.”

“Why?” You don’t feel sad with his rejection but rather still ecstatic, practically floating on cloud nine. “You….don’t wanna have...have a future with me?”

“It’s not that.” He sighs. “I just...don’t know you well enough.”

“But I know your kinks and alllll the bad things about you. How you’re crazy and how I’m crazy.” Somewhere in your hazy mind, a light goes off. “But hey...hey...listen!”

“I’m listening!” He stammers out, squeezing his eyes shut for a split second to become alert again.

“Why didn’t you leave? I mean...don’t you think I’m kinda...kinda crazy?”

“Nah.” He waves his hand. “I like you. You’re the kind of...crazy that I like.”

Suddenly you feel tears well up in your eyes and you’re on the edge of choking out a sob. “You...you’re fucking sweet.” Yoongi reaches over and begins to pat the top of your head as you bury your face in your hands, repeating the word ‘sweet’ over and over again, like a mantra. That’s when another shadow appears next to you and you peel your hands away, looking up with misty eyes.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt…” The waitress smiles. “-but we’re closing now. Would you like to take out anything?”

“What?” You frown before clearing your throat, trying to not stutter or slur. Your attempt to not act drunk is completely futile, cheeks burning up and your swaying body. “Excuse me. Madam. Miss.”

“Yes?” She smiles at you.

“What time is it?”

“It’s eleven pm.”

Her words swirl in your brain, over and over again and it takes a long five heartbeats before it registers. How did time pass so quickly? What the hell? Impossible.

You turn to Yoongi, the both of you staring at each other and he nods. “Yes. We’ll take the bill now.”

The two of you are out at the curb of the road, waiting for your taxi. The chilling night air drags you more onto the sober side of the world but still far from it. At least you’re not stumbling on your feet anymore or unable to stand straight on your legs.

Yoongi’s standing with you, hands dug in his pocket as he stares at the cars driving past. When you asked how he was going to get home, he told you that his apartment was in walking distance. You nodded in understatement, a bit excessively as he laughed. He then outstretched his hand and stopped your head before you broke your neck; all you did in response was giving him a wide sheepish smile.

“Oh. Taxi’s here!” You declare with a baby voice as it parks at the curb. You begin giggling and Yoongi gawks at you. “Isn’t the word taxi kinda funny? Taxi. Taxi. Taxiiiiiii. Say it with me! It sounds funny.”

He shakes his head with a gummy smile. “Just go.”

“Yes sir!” You salute him before opening the door but then another light sparks in the back of your mind - this time it’s not a very bright light but still a light nonetheless.

“Give me one tiny second~” You chime to the taxi driver before turning around to Yoongi.

“Wha-?”

He doesn’t even get to finish before you crush your lips against his. It’s rough and sloppy, chaste for less than two seconds until you slip your tongue past the seam of his pillow softness. It’s plush and warm, heat surging and pooling downwards into the pit of your stomach. You moan and he smirks against your lips, hands grabbing your hips to press closer to his body as you snake your own arms around his neck. The both of you are shamelessly making out, drunkenly french kissing on the curb of the road with the taxi door still open and unable to drive away.

You wonder how long you’ve been kissing for, maybe half an hour, maybe one minute but in reality, it’s closer to the latter. By the time you simultaneously pull away, both your lips are wet with saliva and swollen red. You giggle once more. “You’re good. That was really good.”

He’s staring at you shocked before it melts into desire. “...really good.” He repeats you breathlessly.

You smile one more time at him, brightly with a laugh before pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek and slipping in the taxi.

As the vehicle drives off, you catch the man through the wing mirror; still standing on the curb and watching as you disappear from each other’s sights. All you have about him is his name, a few of his deep secrets, a CD in your bag and one mesmerizing kiss still pulsating your lips.

Somewhere in your rational mind, you’re immensely thankful for never seeing him on the face of the planet again. That’s the only way you’d be able to live with yourself and your shameless acts of the night.

It’s absolutely dreadful.

The yellow glow of the lights dim down, a sweet melody playing in the air as the orchestra hits each note with precision. Every diminuendo is played softly with the gentle flute and it only makes everything worse - you’re dying of exhaustion.

It’s not like they were bad at playing, not in the least bit and it wasn’t like you were uninterested in the profound music but the problem was…. the guy next to you. He was another suitor of your client’s and you were testing out the waters, on a first date with him to know if you should recommend a second one to your client. But truth be told, you didn’t even remember his name - he was so utterly boring.

Boring. That’s what you’ll settle on as his name.

Boring here liked to chat about the driest subjects, about his garden at home and how he used to get the highest marks in physics back in high school. He’s a math enthusiast, ranting about pi and trigonometric equations. As you nodded, in the back of your mind, you wondered if he was the ghost of your math teacher that came back to curse you for failing. He was cute, sure but looks could only get you so far.

Boring made you yawn behind your hand and never gave you a chance to speak. Boring liked to sneeze without covering his face and enjoyed picking his nose when he thought you weren’t looking - he failed to realize you had peripheral vision.

So now in the marvelous concert hall with chandeliers and an echoing ceiling, you were painfully dozing off in the third row of the balcony floors. Every time that you decided to close your eyes for just one tinyyyy second, your head ended up rolling to the side, making you jolt awake once more. When Boring asked you if anything was wrong, you brushed him off and then he whispered something about ‘pine trees’ to you but you didn’t pay attention. All you wanted to do was to lay down, even on the ground for one second. You just needed one mere second to drift off to sleep.

The double bass slowly sweeps in the background, lulling you and the snare builds and builds, the drumsticks rolling against the surface like a wave building. The moment you begin to doze off once more, the cymbals crash together and the wave blasts on your skin, making you jerk into alertness and nearly lurching forward. No one seems to notice but for the rest of the symphony, you’re in a daze between the unconscious and conscious world.

“Wasn’t that so wonderful?” Boring asks while staring down at the menu.

“It was great.” You mumble with a tight smile as he glances at you.

“It really was!”

Boring and you were now at some restaurant that he had booked, open concept in a hotel lobby. It was a nice place, dim lighting with marbled floors, a fountain of water and the lobby desk still in view while the hotel bar was only a few meters away. The menu looked great too but the only problem was once again...Boring.

“Thank you.” He hands the menu back to the waiter before he nods and disappears with your orders. Boring turns to you with enormous eyes as he sips on his water. “So..how do you know Ahjoong?”

“Oh well…” Ahjoong was your client and part of your job was to not reveal so. Usually people didn’t like the fact that their date didn’t want to waste time and hired someone else to take their place. Most people took it personally. “There was a family emergency and she-”

“Speaking of family emergencies!” Boring interrupts. “There was this one time my grandma was really ill in the hospital but I was competing in the preliminary rounds of the international math competition.”

You nod with a tense smile. “Is that s-”

“But all my teachers begged me to stay to compete in the round and so I did!” He grins at you.

“Isn’t that really terrib-”

“And guess what? I won!” He boasts to you, pounding his chest. “I even appeared on television and the newspapers right next to the obituaries!”

“Oh really.” You’re not even trying to fake enthusiasm this time around. Your frustration is at an all time high with the way he keeps interrupting, even when you’re trying to be as kind as possible.

Boring was already in the negatives with his points, you were docking marks off left and right by the first five minutes you met him and now you didn’t even bother keeping score. You were just considering how lucky your client was for not having to sit on this date instead.

He stares at you as if expecting a better, more impressed reaction. You internally sigh. “What channel were you on?”

“I think it was the shopping channel?” He shrugs. “I don’t even know why but did you see me in the newspapers? I’m famous, you know.”

“Oh. Are you now?”

“Yeah. You don’t know?” He tilts his head, giving a condescending expression like you’re terribly ignorant and that you should be grateful for sitting in his presence.

You take another sip of your water, looking around for the waiter. All you want to do is eat and go home, escape this bastard and tell your client to run for the hills.

It’s not too unbearable to be around Boring despite him being as fun as watching paint dry and highly arrogant for no good reasons. You’ve been through worse, sitting around with misogynistic or down right rude people criticizing your appearance. At that time, you simply walked away from the date but most often than not, unless in dangerous circumstances, you had to stay.

“Are you going to finish all that?” Boring eyes your plate.

You drop your utensil, the fork clanking against the table. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs, fabricating an innocent expression. “It just looks like a lot….that’s all.”

“Uh huh.” You answer, ripping your cold gaze away as you begin to slice your steak with a hard motion, scraping the plate in the process and making him wince. “Thanks for your concern.”

Despite your dead voice, he has the audacity to genuinely smile. “No problem. Gotta keep that body in shape, you know?”

You take it back. This was definitely one of the worst dates you’ve been on. For a long moment, you debate standing up and leaving.

But, as you turn your head towards the bar, shifting your seat to stand up...that’s when you see it - no, it’s him.

A mop of black hair, casually leaning against the marble counter with a drink in hand and a cocky smirk. He lifts his glass, lifting an eyebrow up and his gaze is completely plastered straight onto you. You rip your own gaze away, instantly lowering your head and you can already hear his chuckle ring inside your brain.

“Oh my god….”

This can’t be happening. You shut your eyes tight, repeating it over and over again internally while dread drowns you whole. You’re cringing, biting your teeth together and pretending to be invisible - hey, maybe your secret magical powers will come alive and you’ll somehow melt into the chair. And that’s all you can pray for.

You don’t remember much from your night with Yoongi, it’s more so a highlight reel that plays in the back of your brain and it was far from a pretty sight. From the memories you do have, it consists of being drunk with him, talking about your exes and your horrendous dry spell but the memory that stands out the most is that you......like an absolute maniac….you...you kis-

Ring. Ring.

You snap out of your trance and Boring stops talking. He was chatting to himself the entire time, not even realizing that you weren’t paying any attention and you didn’t even know if he cared if you paid attention or not - he seemed content with just talking out loud.

The phone continues to ring and Boring takes it out of his pocket. “Oh.” His eyes light up as he turns to you. “This is a very important call.” He emphasizes the word ‘important’ as if it’s the name of his first child. “My boss really needs me. I might even get a promotion!” He boasts and you groan inwardly, giving him another tight lipped smile.

“You should pick it up then.” You motion to the phone with gritted teeth as the screen is still lighting up, vibrating and ringing obnoxiously in the open restaurant.

Boring gives you an egotistical grin as he stands up and takes the call. “What is it mom?” He whispers out harshly while walking away and you facepalm yourself.

As he leaves, you wonder if this is the golden opportunity that you need to seize, running without looking back. But then your mind draws to him and you quickly dart your head over to the bar but the man is gone.

“Well, well, well. Just who do we have here?” A shadow creeps up from the opposite way you’re looking, making you flinch, nearly banging your knee on the underside of the table.

You put a hand on your chest as it pounds wildly, glaring straight into his mischievous dark orbs. “Are you trying to scare the living daylights out of me? What the fuck?”

Yoongi slides into Boring’s abandoned seat with a grin. You watch cautiously as he props his elbow up on the table and leans his chin in his hand, gazing at you as if you’re a puzzle he can’t solve. “Do you always go on first dates for other people?”

Your face flushes pale and you stammer for a moment before realization slaps you across the face. You gape at him with your jaw fallen to the ground. “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

He smiles at you. “Why don’t you answer my question first.”

You scoff, looking away from him with crossed arms as a tiny smile reaching your lips for the first time that night. “I’m just filling in for someone else.”

“Uh huh.” He smirks. “You seemed sleepy and bored out of your mind.”

“Don’t pretend you know me.” You snap at him, opening your mouth to defend the other man; the sole reason that Yoongi’s egging you on. “And for the record, Boring is-”

You force your throat to stop, the words running off your lips accidentally like butter. Yoongi immediately grins, all the way up to his cheeks and crinkling his eyes, pink gums showing after white teeth. “You don’t even know his name?!”

“I forgot, okay?!” You flush in embarrassment. “Don’t blame me. He’s been boring all night.”

He leans in closer, murmuring. “How about a second date then? Me and you.” Yoongi pouts his lips and tilts his head, looking at you in amusement. “I think our last date was really...interesting. But we never got a chance to meet up for a second round.”

It had been a few weeks since you had seen him which was a lot faster than ‘never again’. You were mortified the morning you woke up, the only reason you were able to walk out in the world again was the belief that you would never again see him on the face of the Earth for as long as you lived. You didn’t know his last name, where he worked or even had his phone number. But here he was...Yoongi is sitting in front of you with a smirk once again.

But instead of feeling humiliated or embarrassed, you feel the same wave of excitement as last time.

“I can’t just leave the poor guy.” You huff out. No matter how horrendous the date is, you still would feel a microscopic amount of guilt if you just ditched him.

“Why not?” Yoongi lifts up a brow. “He treated you like shit.”

Your long silence prompts a long sigh from him. Yoongi pushes back on his chair, hands at the edge of the table, preparing to stand up. “Suit yourself. You can sit here for the rest of the night with this jerk who obviously can’t treat you like you deserve and you can leave afterwards, feeling like you wasted your time. Or you can leave with me right now and I’ll make sure to give you the time of your life.”

“Wait.” You hold out your hand to halt his movements. He freezes, a sly smirk reaching his mouth and one that makes you frown. You’re still contemplating inside your head but the moment the word left your mouth, the both of you already knew your answer.

The devil stands, outstretching his hand with one promise- “It’ll be a lot of fun.”

The microscopic guilt is crushed by your overwhelming desires. You find yourself believing every single sweet word that falls from his honey dripping lips.

“You’re right.”

You take Yoongi’s hand, grabbing your jacket and purse while he pulls you up. The both of you match each other’s smiles, sauntering off hand-in-hand. And there’s no shame or regret in your decision.

The neon strobe lights flash in front of your eyes, jumpy music all mixing together and the children’s giggles are barely audible as they run by. “Is this your idea of a date?”

Yoongi turns to you once the words leave your mouth but he relaxes upon seeing your huge grin. Your inner child appears, having been hidden away deep in your soul and you don’t hesitate to grab Yoongi’s hand, dragging him into the arcade with enthusiasm. “What are you waiting for?! Let’s go!” You can barely hear his chuckle as you turn around to flash one excited smile.

Before you can even realize, your back is pressed against his and you’re clutching a gun to your chest, as if you were models in a spy movie poster. Your eyes narrow to the screen as the deep voice announces, flashing the numbers by. “THREE. TWO. ONE. START!”

“AHHH!” You shout, getting into stance with feet shoulder length apart and Yoongi matches you, the both of you completely serious as you begin to shoot the zombies that appear on the screen. “DIE!”

“I could use a little help here.” He says and you turn, shooting a few off his back. The two of you absolutely demolish the game through teamwork, so much so that a group of kids even gather around to watch. As you make it to the fifth round, even the teenager worker gives you an impressed expression, slowly stopping to watch.

“CONGRATULATIONS! YOU SURVIVED!” The machine answers, the screen spiraling to show the scoreboard and how you’ve topped off everyone else.

“Oh yeah!” You turn to your side.

Yoongi grins at you and you reach out your hand, the clap rebounding as you high five each other - except he doesn’t pull away afterwards and closes his hand around yours, clutching it. “To the next one!” He leads you through the parting sea of children that are already jumping at the machine to play.

Yoongi chuckles to himself, your stunned expression burning to the back of his eyelids.

Your toes are scrambling, sweat is building on your forehead as your eyes are glued to the flashing screen but you can’t help but be thankful for abandoning your heels this morning. The only thing that keeps you going, despite being horrible is that Yoongi is even worse than you are. “How are you-?”

In the midst of your breathless giggles, before you can even finish, he’s already defending himself. “I’m not the dancing type, okay?!”

Dance Dance Revolution was your next game and unlike the zombie one, the both of you are too clumsy on your feet. You’re missing every other step while Yoongi, instead of getting a winning streak is getting a failing streak. He’s like a toddler learning how to walk, stumbling and off beat in every move, slowly getting more and more frustrated as his body refuses to go where his mind wants. The only thing that keeps him going is your laughter.

“Try again next time!” The words in neon colours on the monitor flicker and spin around, nearly making you blind in the dark arcade.

“Wanna play aga- wait..Yoongi?” When you turn to your side, he’s already gone and when you finally spin around, he’s waiting for you with a disinterested expression.

“Let’s go.”

“No second round?” You tease, hopping off the metal dance pad.

“Never again.” He mutters, walking away with hands in his pockets. You laugh, catching up to him.

Your hands are pressed against the glass, face illuminated from the bright, white light inside the machine. He slips the tenth coin through the slot, hand gripping the joystick so hard that his knuckles are white. The playful music only adds fire to the burning annoyance within him and the both of you don’t speak, absolute silence with furrowed brows. Yoongi positions the claw, right above the smiling taupe bear.

“Right there.” You murmur, shifting your eyes up to the mirror at the back of the machine and you grin at his concentration, his teeth slightly nibbling on his bottom lip.

“No. A little more to the left.” He mutters back, shifting the joy stick.

“No.” You protest sternly but his stubbornness refuses to listen to you and he presses down on the button. You lightly slam your head against the glass in exasperation and right as you predicted, the claw grabs onto the nuzzle of the teddy and then it slips out as it rises back up again.

Yoongi grunts out in frustration, wanting nothing more than to get the damn plush animal out, even more when you sigh in disappointment and your eyes no longer carry the size or sparkle to fight. The prize is simply beyond thin glass, yet he cannot obtain it, despite already trying ten times.

In a moment of rage, Yoongi wraps his large hands around the machine and tries to shake it. “You’re going to get us kicked out.” You tilt your head, arms crossed. “Here move. Let me do it.” You jut him over with the nudge of your hip, taking the joystick in your hand.

Yoongi hands you a coin and you slide it through the slot, the playful music once again emitting in light, mocking notes. Your eyes narrow and he moves in closer, forehead pushed against the machine. “There.” He commands and you shake your head.

“Nope.” You shift it more towards the right and then you smack the button with vigor. The claw descends and clutches the ear of the bear. The two of you stop breathing, watching as it slowly elevates, the plush hanging on the tips of the claw. It jostles and sways as it moves towards the opening and the both of you move even closer if it were possible, like two children watching with big eyes.

The claw moves over the opening and let’s go, the bear moving into the shoot and you can’t help but grin. You smoothly take it out of the prize slot, spinning on your heels to Yoongi and pressing the soft bear to his chest.

“Not all of us can be winners.” You whisper in his ear as he grabs hold of the cute teddy and he turns with his mouth baffled as you saunter away.

You might’ve been good at claw machines, you might’ve even taken your victory as a chance to boast but it only comes around to bite you back in the butt when he challenges you to a basketball match. Yoongi does a small jump before each shot, getting it in flawlessly even when the hoop begins to shift back and forth, his points racking up. You, on the other hand, it would be kind to say that you were struggling. Somehow the basketball hits against the rim, rebounding off and out the machine, making you have to chase it across the floor. Some kid even laughs at you and tosses you the ball and your wrath only increases when Yoongi starts snickering too.

Basketball feels more like a game of catch to you.

A crowd of pre-teens end up gathering around Yoongi, asking about his technique and if he’s part of any professional team. He brushes them off as the game ends, striding towards you to murmur in your ear- “Some winners can turn out to be losers too.”

He pats your shoulder with a smirk, walking away and along with the other kids, you’re baffled.

“Hey...watch it.” He huffs out, squished between your body and the wall. With the lack of space, he throws his arm over your shoulder and when you glance at him, he’s avoiding your gaze. “There’s no room.”

You scoff lightly before sliding the coin into the slot. The two of you are cramped together in a photo booth, fluorescent lights overhead and a curtain separating the quiet space to the noisy arcade. “Ready?”

“Go for it.”

When you click the button on the monitor, it gives you a three second countdown and you lean back on the bench. You tilt your head against Yoongi’s and he pulls you closer with his arm still draped around your shoulder. The both of you smile and it snaps. “Okay, a silly one now!”

You shift a bit more, puffing your cheeks out while focusing on your nose to go cross eyed. Yoongi gives an exaggerated grin, one that shows all his gums and that you’d probably see on a kid in elementary school during picture day or at the dentist office when they’re trying to show off their dentures. It snaps and then you break out into a massive giggling fit, unable to stop before the third photo is taken; one of you and Yoongi laughing together.

When you manage to calm down, Yoongi stares at you and you notice through the monitor. Turning to him to see if there was anything wrong, he kisses you and the last photo snaps.

Your eyes flutter shut and his hand moves to gently cup your cheek. Unlike the first kiss you ever shared, it isn’t rushed or sloppy, filled with intoxication or full of lip bites. Instead, it’s slow and calculated, soft and warm with his plush lips pressing against yours to linger in your taste. He kisses you with eyes still slightly open, cherishing in the way your long lashes dust on your blushing cheeks and how you’re completely relaxed in his touch.

Yoongi pulls away soon after and you let a gentle sigh leave your faintly pulsating lips. When you open your eyes, he has a shit-eating grin as if he won a marathon race or was given the nobel winning prize. “I never said you could kiss me.” The words leave in more of a whine than you mean it to. Yoongi laughs at your pouting as he tries to repress his smile, climbing out the booth.

You snag the photo strips from the slot outside, eyes growing wide at the last photo of him kissing you while you’re still stunned. “What is it?” He grins again, trying to see but you turn around.

“I can’t believe it caught it in that second!”

“What? Show me!”

“No! It’s embarrassing!”

“Since when did you have any shame?” After spinning around and him chasing you, Yoongi finally manages to snag one of the two strips. He brings his arm up, protecting it from your grasp even when you try to jump to take it back. If possible his smile widens more as he stares and you eventually give up. “Can I keep it?” He asks, lowering his hand and looking at you with an endearing gaze.

“Fine…” You grumble. “I mean….there’s two of them anyways.”

Yoongi smiles, tucking it away before the both of you wander back into the arcade. “Sorry for kissing you.” He clears his throat, avoiding your fixed stare. “I...should have asked you.”

“It’s fine.” You mumble back. “I don’t mind.” not in the least bit. “Last time….last time…” Memories of pulling him in spontaneously for a smooch flood in as quickly as your face rises with heat. You cringe, the humiliation coming back to slap you in full force.

Yoongi laughs. “Let’s just say we’re even then.”

“Fair enough.”

As if things couldn’t get more childish, someone you’ve ended up in a game of laser tag. The arena is completely pitch black except for the neon lights lining against the walls and occasionally on the floor. The gun is held in your arms, finger on the trigger to shoot and you’re turning around constantly. Never before has children’s giggles sounded more menacing, worse than shrill screams in a haunted mansion.

“Yoongi?” You whisper out harshly. He had disappeared by your side, gone into the abyss and you wondered if he was getting mobbed by kids somewhere. The thought brought merciless shivers up your spine. “Yoongi?!”

“I’m here!” His voice shouts out and you stare at the ceiling.

“Where?!” You’re starting to run, passing walls through the endless maze.

“Here!”

As you turn the corner, you come roughly colliding into another body and before you can plunge backwards, arms snake and grab around your waist to keep you steady. “It’s me. Calm down.” His voice soothes you and you notice the neon band around his arm is the same colour as yours. “I’m here.”

You feel safer with him by your side, breath instantly settling.

The both of you had registered together as a team and now you were against twenty kids who were here for a birthday party. You didn’t even understand why the kids were here so late at night but they were and they were absolutely heartless.

With your backs pressed together and the gun held up in your hands, it felt like it was just you and him against the entire world.

But it was quiet. Too quiet.

“Y/N! WATCH OUT!” Yoongi shouts as someone jumps from the corner, their giggles evilly ricocheting in your eardrums. It takes less than one heartbeat for them to pull the trigger and time slows down even more as Yoongi dives, putting his hands on your shoulders and spinning you around. A sharp gasps leave your lips as he hugs you close to his chest and then you feel the force of him being hit.

He grows limp in your arms and you cry out. “God! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!”

“I’ve….I’ve been shot Y/N.”

“No! NO!”

He falls to the ground and you embrace his body. “Yoongi! Please! Talk to me! Talk to me!”

“Listen…” His voice barely manages to croak out as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek. “I...I lov-”

All the lights flicker back on, the fluorescent streams blinding your eyes as the children’s laughter drowns out as they leave the arena. With his head in your lap and the gun abandoned by your side, the both of you burst out into laughter. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The rest of the night ends as you tear it up at the karaoke place next door.

Driving one day, the radio was playing songs that you had listened to a million times over and a thought struck you. Digging in your bag, you placed his mixtape in and you were pleasantly surprised. Yoongi wasn’t lying when he said he had a passion for music but he was much too humble about it - he was amazing. You found yourself jamming out, the entire car shaking to his beats and voice and then when you got to the skit part, you almost died. Literally.

His husky voice is soothing to the point where it was practically asmr. Driving home from work, you almost fell asleep at the wheel. It was dangerous. Yoongi is a very dangerous man.

Unfortunately, his singing skills don’t seem to be on par with his rapping skills but you don’t mind. It’s not like you’re that great either and you wondered what it sounded like to outsiders as the both of you were screaming melodies into the microphone. The karaoke machine wasn’t giving you points on the quality of your voice but rather the volume.

As you both screamed together, singing with passion that made your voice raw, you both kept scoring 100’s.

By the time the night ended, you couldn’t speak anymore and neither could he.

At the entrance, you both paid equally and you pointed your thumb to the door, signally that you were going to call it a night and go home. He quickly grabbed onto your wrist and mouthed ‘wait’. He then mouthed something that you couldn’t understand so you turned to the lady behind the desk.

You pretended to hold up a pencil and used your hand as a notepad and she understood, eyes lighting up as she handed you a sticky note and a pen from her desk. You handed it to Yoongi and he wrote with haste- ‘Can I have your number?’.

A smile reached your lips but then it died just as quickly. ‘No.’.

He frowned and took the pen immediately. It stilled as you saw the gears in his head turning. He finally wrote back one word- ‘Why?’.

It was true that you enjoyed your time with Yoongi, loved it in fact and it was so much better than how you were expecting your night to turn out. A few weeks ago, you would’ve been mortified to see him again and never would you have guessed that there would be a second time.

And it scared you.

After you’ve had your heart broken numerous times and sitting through a hundred first dates for other people, you had decided that you were done with romance. There were so many times that people dated for fun, in the heat of the moment and it never turned into anything serious. You were done with wasting your time and you didn’t want to head down the same path to get hurt again.

You liked Yoongi and it scared you. You just didn’t have the confidence to do everything all over again, to love all over again.

‘I don’t date’.

With that, you set the pen down. You slid the paper over the counter to him and walked away without looking back once.

The feelings that made your heart stutter needed to disappear.

There are two knocks at your door. “Come in!”

There’s a held silence after the door opens and you peel your eyes away from the computer screen. “There’s a meeting in the conference room with your new client…?” Your timid intern mutters and you nod, saving the documents that you’re working on.

With every new client that comes, an interview is an absolute necessity to know what they’re looking for in order to filter through their potential suitors. “You’re going to ask some questions today, okay?” Your intern is trailing behind you, quickly matching your strides. She nods. “Don’t be shy. You’ll do fine.”

It’s when you reach the conference room, do you falter yourself. There’s a familiar mop of black hair sitting at the front chair, back turned to you and you do a quick prayer that it isn’t who you think it is.

“A-are you okay?” Your intern pipes up and you snap out of your trance, clearing your throat and finally pulling the door open.

“Good morning…” Your intern flips the page on her clipboard. “....Mr. Min.”

He turns around and as you walk past to sit on the other side of the table, both of your eyes glue together. You nearly end up tripping on the carpet and over your heels and he smirks at your surprise. He opens his mouth, a husky voice emitting- “Good morning.”

You curse at yourself for not looking at the file beforehand, being too swamped up with other paperwork. Had you known, you would’ve gotten someone else to conduct the interview.

Your intern hands him a contract and she introduces him to the entire company, running through the procedures. She glances at you a few times for confirmation but upon hearing nothing, she continues. The entire time, Yoongi’s gaze is fixed onto you with eyes that you can’t decipher and you’re stuck in a daze, frozen and unable to think.

“We’re just going to ask you a few questions to be able to match your future suitors with more accuracy.” Your intern flips another page. “Are you looking for anything in particular in regards to appearance?”

Yoongi smiles at you. “Someone really beautiful….especially when they smile.”

“Okay.” Your intern jots something down and with the intensity of his gaze, you can’t look away. “Anything else?”

“No.”

“Alright. Is there anything you’re looking for in particular in regards to personality?”

“Someone critical of others, blunt and straightforward.” He smiles. “Someone shameless enough to outright stare at me on the first date but also someone who can get easily flustered.”

Your intern jots things down at the speed of light, too focused and nervous to notice the sparks exchanged between you and Yoongi’s stares. ‘What are you doing here?’ You try to convey a message through telepathy and he smirks at you. You curse at why the conference room had to be made of glass, all the employees walking past and glancing in. He’s a potential client and there are strict rules in place. You can’t outright stand up to leave and even if you came up with an excuse, with the way he scrutinizes you, you don’t have any strength left in your legs.

“Anything else?”

“Someone who wants to start a family with me.” A tiny chuckle leaves his lips as he finally turns to your intern.

“Are there any interests that you would like this person to have?” She asks, moving on to the next question on the form.

“A wine enthusiast.”

Your intern gives you a quick glance, aware that you really enjoy wine since she had been witness to your drunk self once at a work party. She brushes it off and jots it down. “Someone who abandoned their old partying days but still likes to play games and lose their voice at karaoke.”

There’s a pause and your intern can’t hide her frown at how oddly specific it is. “Al...right then.”

“Someone who thinks I’m cute.” Yoongi turns back to you with an all too knowing smile. You can’t help but let the side of your lip tug upwards as you roll your eyes at him.

“We’re just about done here.” Your intern nods her head. “Is there anything special? Any other details that we haven’t mentioned yet?”

He purses his lips in thought, staring at the ceiling. “Someone with a kink in begging. Oh. But they like the other person to beg, not themselves.” Your intern’s pen freezes on the paper and your jaw drops. “And they like to be occasionally tied up.”

She clears her throat, looking at you for help but your eyes are stuck on Yoongi’s. She swallows and looks down at the form. “And….and...um….uh..are you looking for a serious relationship or a fli-”

“Marriage.” He cuts her off with a smirk, enunciating each word carefully and slowly while boring eyes deep into your skin. “I don’t date. I’m looking for marriage.”

There’s a long silence, terribly long for an entire minute.

Your intern is hit with realization with the way you’re both gazing at each other and she slowly slides next to you. “Um...boss….should I go?”

“That...would be nice.” You nod your head. “Just for a moment.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice and bolts up from her seat without pushing her chair in, running out the room and closing the door behind her.

You immediately frown at him, crossing your arms and scoffing. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing here?” He smirks at you and you roll your eyes.

“Playing games with me.”

“No.” His lips turn into a straight line and he sits straighter. The serious tension builds up and you swallow hard. “I’m not playing games.”

“Then what?” You ask him in a softer voice.

“I’m not looking to just date or play around. Isn’t it obvious?”

There’s another pause until he grunts in frustration and declares- “I fucking like you so much, okay?!”

Your heart flips in your chest and your cheeks heat up. Suddenly you're angry with his tone. “Well how am I supposed to know? I’m just tired of all this okay?! I’m tired with love.” “And I’m tired of you!” He retorts. “Stop making me feel this way!”

“That’s not my fault!” You shout back at him. “I can’t control how you feel!”

“Well you did this to me!” He points at you, his usually calm demeanor being casted over with a red tide that somehow you can only cause. “How was I supposed to know that I would meet you on that first date? I was expecting to just leave after two minutes!”

“Well it’s my job.” You nag at him. “I go on first dates for other people.” Then it hits you- “How did you even find out that I worked here?!”

“How was I not suppose to find you?” He scoffs out, settling back in his chair. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Well-! You-! Ugh!” You’re defeated, mouth filling with cotton at his endless confessions and you can’t find any more words when your face is beet red. He smiles at you, crossing his arms.

You’re defeated. It’s his victory.

“Really..the things you make me say.” Never would Yoongi have admitted those things out loud for the life of him but you made him do it, easily too. “I really like you...okay?” His voice softens up and you’ve learnt how to read people enough to know how each of his words carry absolute sincerity.

“I like you, Y/N.”

You sigh, mumbling without looking at him. “If there’s a third date….there has to be a twentieth or a thirtieth…..don’t leave me hanging. I don’t want to fall in love by myself...”

“Girl.” He smiles, gums showing in his grin. “There won’t even be a hundredth. It’ll be forever.”

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