#my brother had to tell me what Hobie was saying some of the time because I’m terrible with british accents

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Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk subtitled scenes!!! (Don’t watch if you haven’t seen the movie)

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BTS fic recs: June 2024

Hello, how are you doing? We are officially halfway through the year, Seokjin came home and in a few months Hobi too! I decided to change the graphics for the rec list to fit with my main design, I think this is cooler, anyway—Weee~ I managed to read a lot again this month! 👏 So this list is filled to the brim with amazing and wonderful stories! 

Some of the authors on this list is on hiatus, but please don’t let that stop you from reblogging or commentating on their story— because you don’t know when they might pop back in a see your lovely note, so please— if you like something, so some love to the author 🥰

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | 💜 | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (ksj)(kth) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Knock it Down a Peg @thatlongspringnight [3.3k]  // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰🥵😂

📝 thanks to an idea from Jungkook’s girlfriend, you and Namjoon decided to try something new in the bedroom.

🗨️ this was just so fucking funny 🤣 I really loved it! Like I was laughing the whole time— that’s how funny it was! A short, but very very funny read! ✨

⭐The Truth Untold @rmnamjoons [10.1k] // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been trapped for months in a loveless, toxic relationship, too afraid of what would happen if you ever tried to leave. Your boyfriend gets so jealous, especially of your best friend Namjoon, who you’ve missed more than your heart can stand. Now, seeing Namjoon for the first time in weeks, you decide that it’s time to tell him everything, no matter the cost.

🗨️ ah what— this was both sad and very very sweet 😭 It’s sad, because it’s cheating— 😭 What she has with Namjoon is pure sweetness, and he is perfect for her 😭💜 I really loved it, though I have conflicted feelings about the cheating (I always have lol), but it was really good and I really liked it! It was so soft, beautiful and I love their relationship and she should just have picked Namjoon from the start!! Anyway, a really good story that will tear you up a bit 💯 Also, just seeing the banner had me in tears already, and looking at it again, I’m already crying 😭

⭐Park and Ride @here2bbtstrash [4.8k] // knj x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

🗨️ wow this was both cute and hot 🥵💯 There’s also a small drabble to it that can be found here: [link]

⭐Cream @luxekook [1.8k] // knj x f.reader // est. relationship, idol!au // 🥵

📝 you thirst over the outline in the pants of kim namjoon’s iconic cream suit just one time too many, and he’s ready to make you pay for it.

🗨️ Namjoon in that cream suit— what more do I need to say? 🥵 (also loved it, in case there was any confusing on that part ✨)

⭐Don’t Want Your Sympathy @sketchguk [9.5k] // knj x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship + threesome (kinda) // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 jeongguk is like an annoying little brother to you, but nevertheless, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do for your sweet, innocent best friend. so what are you supposed to do when he wants to watch your boyfriend fuck you senseless? say no?

🗨️ fuck. I’m going feral over this one 😭🥵 First, oc being best friends with Jungkook, so much so that she and Namjoon are willing to show him how to please a woman, please, I don’t know but that must be like the ultimate friendship goal? 🥹😂 I really loved it, and all the sexual teasing and banter was just so hilarious 😂

⭐Off Limits [completed series] @floralseokjin [n/a] // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ I finally finished reading this amazing series! It was really good, and one of my favorites Seokjin stories 🥰 Towards the ending it good really good and I had a tough time putting it down, because I just had to read how things would fall apart to be build back up again 👏 There was also some small plot twists that I didn’t expect and they were a positive surprise 💜

⭐Stuck with You @taleasnewastime [29.6k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, Christmas!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 it’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

🗨️ this is truly one of my favorite plots and this fic is just so good, also a favorite, hands down!!! I just love me some good comfort, with angst, then comfort and a happy ending ✨

It was just so well done, the plot, and the characters too 🥹💯

⭐Satan, Baby @johobi [2.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2??? // 🥵👻🪄

📝 when the devil knocks, you’re only too happy to answer.

🗨️ I am speechless— it was such a nice, dark and smutty read! Really interesting ✨

⭐Redamancy @jeonggukingdom [7.1k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, valentines day // 🥵🥰

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ gosh— so sweet, cute and sexy 🥵✨💯

⭐You Suck! @ugh-yoongi [18.3k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, roommates, vampire!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ WOW— so many thoughts on this; it was perfect, let me start with that. It was so fucking funny, I laughed so many times. I love Seokjin in this, how kind he is, funny, all that, and how he cares for oc, everything. The smut was so fucking funny, not gonna lie, I did not expect it AT ALL, but that shit had me rolling on the floor 🤣

⭐MicroWave [completed series] @btsmakesmehappy [37k] // myg x f.reader // neighbor!au, s2l // 🥵🥰🌩️👻

📝 Yoongi can’t help to worry about his neighbor. Not only that she almost burned the apartment down, she also trusts people too much, and yet she doesn’t want people to help her. She is just trouble written in bold and capital and he shouldn’t be acquainted with her. But yet, he makes it his mission to help her with all costs.

🗨️ I’m still baffled that this series doesn’t have more notes than it has—- because it’s simply fucking amazing! There’s 5 chapters and I read them so fucking fast, I just had to know what was happening with oc. Good pace in the story 👌It’s a series that features in with 6 others (not all are written and the overall general story seems to be discontinued), and I haven’t read the others yet, but I’m sure they’re just as good as this one! ✨

⭐The Road Not Taken [series; ongoing] @prodagustd [n/a] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 if you wanted to stop thinking about Yoongi, the first step was as easy as stop seeing him, but why it seemed like he was following everywhere you went?

🗨️ the author just updated this after months and I’m so happy because I found it so interesting and this chapter was just updated is jam packed with essential backstory! If you haven’t read this one yet, I highly recommend it ✨

⭐Fractured @hamsterclaw [6.6k] // myg x f.reader // detective!au // 🌩️🥵👻

📝 Yoongi’s a murder detective fighting burnout when he’s assigned the case that you and your former partner fucked up.

🗨️ oh, I love a good detective and police au! This was so good, the plot was intriguing and captivating— I really loved it ✨

⭐STEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a] // myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship // 🌩️🥵

📝 one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.

🗨️ okay this is really hot— and I really mean it, it’s dirty and filthy with all the good stuff! Yoongi is a bit iffy in this, so is oc, lol. I’ve only read the first one as of posting this, but I intend to read the rest of the series because I really like both the writing and the plot in this, and I’m very interested to know what is up with Yoongi! ✨

⭐Cybersex @gimmethatagustd [14.6k] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🥵😂

📝 the whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

🗨️ I always enjoy Jai’s work, and this is no different! Such a funny and smutty story. Had me laughing at so many moments, like literally giggling out loud like a fucking fool, and OC’s friendship with the roommate is just so precious 🥹 and how oc and Yoongi actually get together is just so freaking funny 🤭 I loved everything in it so freaking much 💖💯

⭐Beleaguer @httpjeon [2.4k] // jhs x f.reader // neighbor!au, e2l, fuckboy!au // 🥵

📝 your neighbor is a pain in the ass.

🗨️ holy— DAMN! This was so fucking hot, so sinful and the dynamic between reader and Hobi??? How much they LOATHE each other 🤭👏 So freaking good! 💯

⭐Rather Be @hisunshiine [4.3k]  // jhs x f.reader // college!au, dancer!au // 🌩️

📝 you’re finally able to attend your dream school for ballet, where things are going well! You’re making new friends, have a chance to become a principal dancer in the winter show, and you’re growing closer to Hoseok. He’s a talented hip hop dancer, but still reeling after a tough break up, and doesn’t know if he’s ready to date again. Torn between you and his ex, Hoseok must decide where he’d rather be.

🗨️ this was just really cute 💜 Also to note, this has a named oc!

⭐Keeping a Secret @kpopfanfictrash [3.7k] // jhs x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥵

📝 you and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated?

🗨️ aaaaaaahh~ So fucking cute and hot too, I really loved it 💜💯

⭐Liar, Liar @eoieopda [5k] // jhs x f.reader // fuckbuddy!au // 🥵

📝 Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

🗨️ okay. This was amazing and I really loved it 🥵💯✨ 

⭐Cheap Wine & Second Chances @minisugakoobies [8k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l + valentines day // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?

🗨️ oh this is so cute and sweet (and a tad bit sad) 🥹 I love this story, it’s just so cute– the one that got away, and they finally get their chance! So freaking cute and I loved every word of it ✨ 💯

⭐As If It’s His Last @vinetae [4k]  // pjm x f.reader // fwb + f2l // 🥵

📝 it had been a simple agreement. You felt bad at how many times Jimin had a hectic schedule. And while you couldn’t do anything about that, you could offer some services out of pity for the boy..

🗨️ well this was just hot 🥵🥵🥵

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk: drabble @ctrlhope [1.7k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ Lily just wrote a drabble for the one-shot I read last month!!! And the drabble was just so fucking cute 😭😭😭 If you haven’t read the original, please do that before you read the drabble, the story is really beautiful ✨

⭐The Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k] // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // 🥵

📝 Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.

🗨️ fuck this was so GOOD!!! 💯 Best friend Tae 💜 It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end 🥵 Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this 😭

⭐Taste of You @divinelyparkjimin [5.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // childhood friends to lovers, roommates, fuckboy!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 getting yourself off to your childhood friend’s sexual escapades was definitely not on your radar, but seems like it should’ve been a long time ago.

🗨️ a really good read— though Jimin is a total dick in my book 😂 OC isn’t much better, but hey, they do get together in the end, and that is what matters! 💜

⭐Muscle Tension @bluemari23 [0.7k]  // pjm x f.reader // est. relationship // 🥰

📝 you feel a little stressed after a family visit and your husband helps relieve some tension.

🗨️ SFW— sweet fluffiness 🥰 Short and sweet, and I really loved it 💖

⭐Fantasy @pantherxrogers [1.5k]  // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵

📝 you love a man in uniform. more specifically, you love the way your husband looks in a uniform. he attempts to come home and surprise you, but he's the one left in shock.

🗨️ HOTTTTT 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Shameless @peachypinkygloss [3.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, university!au // 🥵

📝 your boyfriend is really kinky. He can never go against his sexual urges, even when you both are in a hot tub with his friends.

🗨️ ADFSFDGFD— Speechless over here 🥵

⭐Backstage @jeonqkooks [0.6k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au // 🥵

📝 intentionally left blank by the author!

🗨️ just hotness 🥵

⭐Good Girl @suga-kookiemonster [3.5k]  // kth x f.reader // office!au, co-workers to lovers // 🥵

📝 you don’t really know much about kim taehyung. what you do know is that he’s your handsome coworker and that, since you just accidentally sent him a nude, you’re good and royally fucked.

🗨️ funny and smutty! Also, what is it about office romance that just hits differently? 🥵

⭐Moonlight [ongoing series] @borathae [6.8k]  // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, vampire!au // 🥵

📝 Taehyung asks you to sneak out with him and you end up making passionate love to him in a hayloft.

🗨️ I love vampires and just from the description and I know the author is amazing at writing, I decided to read this, even though I haven’t read anything from the series at all. But fuck, it was so good! I’ll definitely be checking out the series, it’s a well established one, so there’s a lot to sink my teeth into 😜

⭐Chasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

🗨️ I’m on chapter 7 right now (there’s 8 out as of posting this) and it’s still so fucking good! I’m kinda mad at JK though, but it’s okay! I love when stories get me either mad, sad or frustrated at the characters, and Ella is so freaking good at that! ✨ Also, she has been making small drabbles for each chapter from JK’s pov and those are just extremely good too! 💜

⭐Dumbo @cinnaminsvga [17.2k] // jjk x f.reader // s2l // 🥵😂😂

📝 you know what they say about boys with big noses… {or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

🗨️ This was just so fucking hilarious I don’t even know where to begin 😂 I don’t know how many times the word ‘dick’ or its many different variations is used in this fic, but damn it a lot, and damn is it fun! 🤣 There’s so many dick jokes it should be criminal! It was so good though, the story was just too funny, almost absurd (lol), but dammit it’s a new favorite! 💯

⭐Fool for You [completed series] @btsgotjams27 [24.9k] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating, s2f2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 when Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

🗨️ This is a short series and it’s really good— it’s cute, has angst and a happy ending ✨

⭐Make it Right @jungkxook [11.5k] // jjk x f.reader // band!au, exes to lovers // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too.

🗨️ gaaaaahhh, I’m crying 😭 This was so beautiful, bittersweet 😭 I loved it so much and their love, omg, so pure, so precious. His song for her, I’m just like 😭 (can you tell I’m a sobbing mess?) Definitely a new favorites and I loved the fact that, they both knew they were broken, waiting for each other, and even though broken, they will heal and take it slow 😭💯

⭐Coffee Stain @oddinary4bts [1.9k] // jjk x f.reader // grief!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

🗨️ Do you want to cry, but not able too? Go and read this! It’s so fucking sad, but so incredible beautiful and sweet, it will make you tear up in now time. As said before, Ella just have a way with words, and in this one, they sure do hurt a lot 😭 But I fucking love it ✨

Welcome to this new section! This section features member x member stories— if you’re not into that, it’s okay, and you can just skip it. Otherwise enjoy 🥰

⭐Sunday Smut Book Club @gimmethatagustd [7.1k] // knj x myg // s2l // 🥵😂

📝 the cute librarian at Yoongi's local library hosts an adult-only book club. As a fanfiction smut writer himself, Yoongi is intrigued.

🗨️ this was just extremely funny and cute! 🥰 Also, I love that Yoongi writes fanfiction, and as I writer it was very relatable! It has a very ‘meta’/fourth wall feel too it 🤭 Which I fucking adore ✨

Welcome to this small section— it won’t be here every month, only when I’ve written something new, I’ll add it here, just to promote myself a little bit 🫶

⭐Till We Meet Again [11.4k]  // jjk x f.reader // childhood f2l, mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 when your childhood friend that you had a crush on, moved away out of the blue— you never thought you’d see him again. A night swim in the ocean will have you feeling delusional, but the voice that fills your ears— sweet like cotton candy, you’d recognize that voice anywhere, it’s Jungkook.

⭐Friendcation: wedding special [12.2k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, mechanic!yoongi, roadtrip!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Yoongi has done everything in his power to make your wedding truly special, what he couldn’t plan for was the rain. But fret not, a bit of rain will not make your day less special when it’s surrounded by friends and family. And your wedding night? Well, being pushed down into the sheets by Yoongi is easily one of your favorite things.

Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope you’ll reblog it to make it reach more people! There’s some insanely good reads on here ✨

I’m not sure I’ll get to read as much in July, because it’s summer holidays ☀️

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).  Love you and borahae 💜

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"since we're sharing trauma" where? Who said that? I didn't..??? Also sorry that you grew up in such a horrible environment. But neither me nor jk grew up in such (based on how he talks about his family).

"if i was at jm's place i would have stayed away from such kid" hm i would have done the same and do wonder why jm didn't do the same but then i remember how exactly is his nature. I'll give you an example yrs ago jm went to everyone's solo MV shoot. No one went to jm's but did jm held it against anyone? Did he thought that they didn't come for me so i won't go for them as well? No. He does his things as what he think is he should be doing as a good supportive friend. Same thing this solo era even tho only yg and hsk went to meet him physically jm was the only member who went for each and every member to support them physically. Thing is he cared for jk say as his brother cause jk is same age as his own younger brother. Thought that he should take care of jk like that. It's not just jk that he took care of it's everyone he takes care of that's in his nature to be like everyone's hyung. You should see him with people who are younger than him and how much he gives them comfort and cares for them. Taehyung is same age as him but he still babies taehyung. Just because you are shit to him doesn't mean he's suddenly gonna start acting shit to you again that's in his nature. His astrology says that he's got traits where he tends to give alot to people even if he doesn't get same in return. It's his personality trait.

if jk was 13 then jm was 15 see how old jm is than jk right??

It doens't hurt y'all to accept that jk was brat when he was young, he did got some shitty habits like when he himself said he had a habit like "what's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine" that's a shitty habit to have but with time he understood it's not a good habit and changed it with all the boys being around him. He changed that habit because of those 6 boys around him.

no one ever questions if jk hates taehyung why? Does anyone ever questioned if jk hates hobi? Jk hate jin?? did anyone ever questioned if jk hates any other members? Then why jm??? Cause that's exactly how it looked on the cam (not hate but as if he doens't like being around jm in early yrs). You tell me why the three members said No when they asked if jk likes jm.

I get that the fandom is full of tkkrs and things like these are widely spread by them but then there's actually some content where jk has been mean to jm which anyone can use against them. For example vminkook were doing live and jm said this is my bare face in cam and jk's immediate respose was "ugly right?" Wow such a cool thing to say to someone who's insecure about his looks right goldy??? Have any explanation for these kinda moments??? As i said he himself has given some material where people thought he doesn't like jm and that's when the question was raised and that's why jm also chose the question to ask him whete three members said No. Do you have any explanation why 3 members said No??? I'm all ears please do tell me.

I don't know why you are conflating Adult Jimin with young Jimin- no, young Jimin would not have gone to support people who don't support him, matter fact adult Jimin wouldn't either if he felt bad vibes from the person.

He's not a pushover. He has standards and self respect. I refuse to believe a man who stood up to his best friend and told the one man he claims he loves he was cutting him off would support people who don't support him.

Same person who said he loves those who love them and scream fuck haters on his song??????????

We have very different views of who he is as a person.

He can be very kumbaya but only to a point. To a limit. Push against that limit and you will find out.

Lmao, no one is saying Jungkook wasn't moody angsty bratty as a teen, its something BTS themselves point out over and over and namjoon explained he went through a teenage rebellious phase as well and they all had to learn to deal with that.

The hyungs and Tae have approached this phase with much maturity, empathy and compassion, explaining how Jungkook would cry a lot cos he missed home etc.

We just saying we not gonna hang him demonize him villianiize him for being a normal teenager and for dealing with normal development challenges that comes with being a teen.

All I'm hearing from you is attempts to justify why you hate a teen for his actions towards other teens. You sound like you would make for an abusive parent, a bad teacher and baby sitter- stay away from children. You can't handle them. And pray to God if ever you have children none of them struggle with complex difficult emotions cos you sound like you'd be the kind of parent who would further traumatize them if they do.

You are giving one child is a model child preferred child favorite child because he plays by the book but oh the other is such a bane in your existence.

Do you.

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.3K Words Warning: Mention of other idols such as Lisa and Ryujin, tearing down clothes, breakdown, crying etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Not Really the Best Dancer:

06:45 a.m. 1st September, 2015

I still have more than an hour before Hobi’s aka Hoseok’s dance starts. So, I decided to take a shower and apply some light makeup that would suit all the occasions I am to participate in. I had taken a day off work today. Because, I’m about to meet my seven little brothers, that too, at different times in one single day.

I make a mental note of my schedule and get out of my house (Sorry, it’s actually my granma's house) 10 minutes prior to Hobi’s dance. He is going to participate in the finale of the dance competition he had been practicing for for the last three years. Though a little nervous, I’m pretty positive he is going to win. I mean, why not? He’s the best dancer I have ever seen.

“Come here!” Hobi waves his hand while talking to me on the phone. I go straight to him pushing the crowd ahead of me.

“You should have hurried, Noona!” Hobi says with a pout, “I have to go change. The show’s starting.”

“Alright!” I tell him, “Go on, then. I’ll be cheering you on from the crowd. Are you nervous?”

“Nah!” Hobi dismisses the question with a slight wave of his hand and by putting a bright smile on his face, “Why would I be? I’ve got you.”

I take his hands in mine, clearly noticing the sweaty palms, “Fighting!”

“Fighting!” with a little shake of the hands he disappears inside the dressing room.

Lisa starts her performance with a loud applause from the crowd. I had watched some of the previous dance performances of others in the videos Hoseok brought home for me to see. But I don’t remember watching any of her. Watching her perform live in front of me makes me a little nervous. She has one of the best body controls. And it is definitely something to worry about.

The next participant gets as much cheers from the crowd as her previous competitor. Her name’s Ryujin and I had seen her collaborating with Hobi before. I liked that dance so much at the time. Now, I’m not really sure I’m liking her moves. Of course, she can dance. And that is exactly my problem.

Finally, Hoseok takes the stage as ‘J-Hope’ and the crowd bursts into loud screams from the enthusiasts. All my anxieties take some rest. But as soon as he starts to move along the beat, I feel like I’m holding my breath. As if that would ensure his perfect performance.

Everything goes smoothly until at a point Hoseok rips off his shirt; earning more screams from the audience. I’m shocked at the revelation. Is it a mistake? I mean, Hoseok would never do that. Once he had told me himself that he doesn’t like showing much skin. It’s the choreography that matters more to him.

But it seems like I’m the only one who’s confused. Others around me seem to be enjoying the dance along with that little distraction that he made. However, I gather myself just before the end so that I don’t forget to cheer and clap the loudest for my little Hobi.

There’s a thirty minute break before they announce the winner of the long one month competition. I check my phone and gasp.

Three missed calls from Yoongi.

I check the time. It’s already 8:48 a.m. Yoongi’s game starts at 8:30 a.m. I was supposed to be with him now. I look out for Hobi.

“You did great!” I compliment him hurriedly.

“Thanks but…” Hobi frowns.

“What’s the matter?” I take a closer look at his sweaty face.

“It’s just that” Hobi continues, “I feel like I made a mistake.”

My phone rings before I could tell him anything. It’s Yoongi again.

“Umm…” I hesitate before speaking, “I still believe you’re going to win. Hobi… Please don’t mind but… I really have to be somewhere now.”

“What?” Hobi looks up, “No way! Wait for the announcement at least. Please, Noona! You promised!”

“I promised I will watch you perform. And I did that. Besides, you didn’t mention the results will take that long to be announced. I have to meet Yoongi. Apparently he has an important match too.”

Hobi scoffs, “As if he’s the one playing.”

I can sense the anger rising within him. First of all, he’s upset about some mistakes that he made. Now that I’ve mentioned Yoongi, he’s definitely pissed. Hoseok never liked the fact that Yoongi bets money on basketball matches. According to him, “It’s a waste of money if you lose. And a waste of character if you win.”

“You can go if you want.” Hobi says finally, “It’s not even a huge deal.”

I know he doesn’t mean that. It is in fact a huge deal for him. My common sense tells me it is better to deal with an angry Yoongi than with an angry Hoseok.

I smile and pull him into a hug. He’s surprised by my sudden action. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t worry!” I say, “Noona will stay so that you win.”

“Oh yeah!” Hobi hugs me back, “Then, I’ll definitely win.”

“I’ll be there as soon as it ends.” I yell at Yoongi through my phone because of the loud audience around me.

“Yeah, take your time.” Yoongi says bitterly, “Looks like Hoba is in need of some luck more than I do today. ‘Cause we’re already winning.” Then, he cuts the line.

I don’t have the time to think about his last remark. The three participants walk to the stage and the crowd cheers louder, as if it is even possible. I cheer for Hobi too, mentally praying to God that my little brother gets the fruit that he’s been nurturing for so long.

With some dramatic speeches and hearts beating up to our throats, the result is finally revealed. And J-Hope is not the winner.

Looks like Ryujin outdid the others this time and she is as shocked as I am to find it out. Both Lisa and Hobi are clapping with bright smiles on their faces. They are both bowing to Ryujin, who in turn is bowing to them. The flower bouquet is presented to her and the rest of the celebration goes on in blur.

I went backstage to meet Hobi. But I only see two girls hugging and complimenting each other. Hobi is nowhere to be seen. I look through the dressing room and he’s not there.

I decide to peek at the boy’s bathroom to check and I sigh in relief. Hobi is bending towards the basin, his hands covering the face while the faucet runs beneath.

“Hobi!” I call him softly.

“Please, Noona!” His voice cracks as he tries to speak, “Just give me some time. I promise I’ll be okay. Just some time is all I need.”

Contemplating on why it is hard for me to believe that he is crying out of failure, I find that it is because I had never experienced Hoseok openly displaying sadness before. He was always the ray of sunshine, the restless butterfly or the sweet smelling flower of our family. As if it is what’s expected of him.

Even right now, in such a vulnerable state of mind, he doesn’t seem to be trusting me enough to have confided in me. Instead, he’s willing to go through a breakdown all alone until he’s ready to smile brightly again.

I am dumbfounded. I feel like I need to tell him something, comfort him and let him know that he’s not here alone. I want to make him feel that it's okay to fail. That he’s still loved and that’s what should matter the most.

My phone rings in my pocket once again and Hoseok looks up from the sink. With teary red eyes he says, “It must be Yoongi Hyung. Don’t make him wait any longer. Just go. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, confused.

“I guess,” he sniffs, “I accept my defeat. Maybe, I’m not really the best dancer that you used to think I am.”

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[tickle-panile]

sensitive but hero

Note: Miguel and miles were worried about y/n and found a way to make him/her say what's wrong (a fun way)

poll winner

Sfw, not ship, it's a tickle fic

(I won't say the words because I won't count and I don't know how to do without counting each word)

Let's just go one more time, my name is y/n and for a year I was the first and only spider in my town.

Until a normal patrol day,A dr.octopus appeared from a strange portal, not knowing anything about him got in the way of knowing if he was good or evil.

When I got close to meet the person who wasn't from that dimension, a red web pulled the dr."what?"Y/n says without understanding anything ,"the dr.octopus of dimension 564736 successfully captured, lyla"Says a man who had thrown the web.

That's how my life changed, now it's been a month since I've been part of the spider society and I gained four big brothers, a father.gwen ,pav and miles are protective brothers, hobie is the joker And a careful father but does not admit that he became a father.

Today specifically after a mission, Miguel went to look for y/n."Miles,did you see y/n?""Hi Miguel, no I haven't seen y/n since the mission"miles replied realizing that something must be wrong because you weren't one to disappear.

"Miguel, why are you looking for y/n?" Miles asked,"I just thought it was weird, y/n isn't one for not being with everyone" Miguel responds with a serious tone.

"I'll help you, but have you already looked around your office?" Miles said not knowing where to start.

"miles, I'm not stupid, it's obvious I looked there" angrily he snapped, the anger soon gone after he thought where y/n might be."miles, I think I know where to look""where?"miles curious."with gwen and pavitr."Miguel explained,"and the hobie?""He's on a mission with Peter B"Miguel stated .

"Hi gwen, hi pav""Hi Miles"The two answered at the same time,"Miguel, are you here outside the office~?" Gwen says with irony." miles and I came to see if y/n was here with you guys"Miguel stated "Oh, but y/n said he was going to spend some time in the universe itself." Pav diaz joining the conversation."okay, thanks" miles says.

Miguel opens a dimensional portal to y/n's house and miles goes along,Miles knocked on the bedroom door "y/n?It is me" In a calm voice Miles spoke,"miles why are you here?"Y/n replied in a husky voice "Miguel and I came to see if everything is alright with you"Miles explained.

"Miguel, miles can enter"y/n says , Miguel opens the door to see you lying in bed with a blanket covering you completely.

"Y/n, what happened?" Miguel says, "I'm fine.." you say "No you're not" Miles says sitting on the edge of the bed "come on y/n tell me what's going on" Miguel speaks while rubbing his hand on his side,Not meant to tickle but to comfort you, but it did.

Y/n shivered enough for Miles and Miguel to see,They look at each other ,They got it fast too fast "ohh~ Y/n, can I take the cover off of you?~"Miguel speaks showing the mischievous tone.

"Y-yes" Miles soon pulled back the cover and Miguel began to scribble on y/n's ribs.

"Hehehehey""oh~, ticklish?" Miles says starting to scribble y/n's foot ,"hahahAHAHAHAHhahhaHa nooo hahaha""I think y/n's belly needs some raspberries~ doesn't it, miles?""okay~, turn y/n's belly up please Miguel".

A second later you find yourself on your back with Miguel holding your arms and Miles sitting on your knee ready to give you a raspberry.

"Miles please don't" you beg "I don't do it if you say what's bothering you" he tried to make you talk but since you're a stubborn person you wouldn't go down without a fight.

"don't""Okay, Miguel, can you help me?"Miles teased,Miguel just smirked and started to count" 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... go "

The tickling sensation came back and the screams, laughter too but louder.

"HHAHAHAHA MIGUEEHEHEHEEL MILEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES DOHOOHAHAHAHAHON'T HAHAHAHAHHAH *squeak*HAHHAHA"

"Oh~ that's cute " miles thought it was so cute that he didn't see it could be teased (even though what he said already made y/n blush)"look there my little pig" Miguel says as a provocation and it worked the laughter increased and the color in the cheeks too.

After more tickles and raspberries you surrendered.

"AHAHHAHHAHAALRHIIHIHIGHT HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHALRHIHIHIHIGHT I SPEHEHEHEEAHAHAK"

They stopped and soon the phantom tickle faded.

"I'm just thinking about today's mission...""What happened on the mission?" Miguel asked "the spider of that dimension said that even though I have powers I'm weak mentally and physically"You said while hugging Miguel then miles,"but he was the one who wasn't able to face the villain haha""I think he was totally wrong,Cause your only weakness is...~ tickling " Miles said poking you.

"Come on kids, I think after this we can go eat"Miguel speaks

"Yes, let's go dad" miles and you say together.

The two blushed when they realized what they called Miguel, and Miguel loved it not that he would admit it.

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Sorry for taking so long, I wasn't able to write every day. (maybe a little laziness also got in the way)

Thank you who voted 🥰

[latinapoetbts]

My Beautiful Ball & Chain - KTH & Reader > Latina (Angelica) CH 2

Chapter 2: Gold Carrots

Warnings: adult content 18 + , drinking, and sex scenes. Summary: Angelica (Latina) (can be read as Y/N, your choice) tells the history of her unrequited love until her desires come true. From High School through college and more. She tells of the great lengths she goes to get what she wants. But at what cost for her? Does she shatter without repair? Can the one she loves give her what she wants so desperately?

Introduction | Chapter 1

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I’ll never forget the end of my childhood school years and the start of my alleged adult years even though I was caught in between adulthood and childhood trying to navigate it’s brutal yet beautiful pathways. Transitions, for me, are always exciting but difficult. 

It was the evening of our graduation. We had all gathered at Hobi’s house. His parents were always fun, the “cool” parents. I was still in my black satin tube dress, desperate to change, because I hadn’t packed jeans and a t-shirt to change into. 

“Woah! You look hot Angel”, teased Hobi’s older brother Yoongi.

“Right! Who knew what a banging body you were hiding underneath there”, Jimin the flirt in the group joining in.

“You do look beautiful”, Lori chimed in, hugging Hoseok. I didn’t like being the center of attention even though I was the liveliest of our group. The girl who always made everyone laugh. I didn’t like this kind of attention, where I'm noticed for something other than being fun and friendly. My gaze nervously landed on Tae Hyung, who lounged lazily on the couch. He was texting, and I had a feeling who he was texting. His gaze lifted from his cell, and he found mine.

“You clean up good Ang. I’m surprised you even wore a dress”. His lips spread into his signature boxy smile that always left my heart in a frenzy. My heart sank slightly, I was hoping he might have responded differently, more like Yoongi. But I’ll take what I can get. 

“Thanks guys” I responded confidently to hide my shyness.

“Ang? Is your brother stopping by?” questioned yoongi.

“Ya, he stopped to pick up his girlfriend.”

“Great we should be a good game of PUB going” I laughed at Yoongi’s boyish antics. 

“Also look at what I scored. A little graduation gift for all of you. Just a little only guys!” Yoongi passed around solo cups with coke and rum. I looked around the room, this was our safe spot, hobi garage equipment with game consults pool and other games. I looked around at

everyone, I was going to miss this, miss us. Nearly each of them had chosen a school locally. I was the only one who chose out of state, I had my reasons at the time. 

“Let's play some pool in doubles.” suggested Jimin. 

“I need to change….” I mumbled in ear shot of yoongi. 

“Hey Angel. Come with me…”, Yoongi taking hold of my hand and leading me out of the garage. I returned feeling much more comfortable in yoongi’s grey sweats and a cotton shirt. I returned with yoongi Tae Hyungs eyes on me, an unidentifiable expression on his face. He places his phone in his pocket and jumps up from the couch.

“I got Ang. For old time sake.” Tae hyung shouts out quickly. I nodded in approval nursing my solo cup. Tonight was the night I had placed on confession my feelings for him and I was nervous. We played the game and Tae and I had won. I was having a good time and finally decided it was better now or never. 

“Hey Tae, can I talk to you in private in Hobi’s room?” I asked.

“Sure.” He follows me into the house and down the hallway to Hobi’s room.

“What’s up ang?”

“Can you not call me that?”

“Not gonna happen Ang.” 

“You're so annoying…”

“And you love me anyway…” he teases. 

“Ok, Ok. Well as you know I’m leaving tomorrow morning to fly to Cali and I just need to get a few things off my chest…”

“..um..Ok….say what you gotta say...”

“Well, you're my best friend even though I hate you sometimes...but um…well...I’ve been keeping secrets from you for awhile and I just wanted to...stop hiding I guess….”

“Ok well, spill it…bare your soul to me…” he smiled. I let out a deep sigh and opened my mouth only to be silenced by his obnoxiously loud text message notification. His eyes left mine and his fingers began to type away. My heart sank and broke.

“Hey...um...Ang. I’m sorry we gotta do this some other time. I’m sorry… I gotta go….”, with that he stood ruffled my hair and took off. I knew where he was going, I didn’t need to ask, that had just broken up and there he was running back to her again. Who was I kidding? I'd never be as important to him as he is to me. 

The next morning, everyone I loved and cared for was there except for him, Tae Hyung. I tried to hold out for him as long as my flight would allow for me to, nothing. I didn’t dare call him, my pride wouldn’t allow it. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. You know he care for you he’s just stupid.” Hoseok always trying to make me feel better. I gave my final hugs and goodbyes. Just another notch on my wall of rejection from the one I loved. 

Naturally I made him suffer before speaking to him. I waited about 3 days. He was apologetic but never explaining himself. I knew from Jimin he left to get his dick wet in his ex. I never brought it up. I knew he missed me as much as I missed him, he called me nearly everyday for the first three months. In the past I was always the one to call him.  During those three months he dangled so many golden carrots I was on the edge of my seat just waiting for him to say those three little words, ‘I love you’. I would be ready in a white dress to hop an airplane and head home, home into his arms. He was my home, my refuge and paidiase.

I had made the mistake, yes a mistake of drunk calling him at 2 am his time and confusessing my love for him. I accused him of being an incurable disease that I needed to be far from. That he and he alone was my ball and chain and moving across the country was my remedy. I gave him the opportunity to let me down gently even begged him to do so, yet he didn’t. 

“Please Tae Hyung, I need you to tell me that there will never be anything between us. That you’ll never love me more than just as a good friend. Please. Please. I need you to tell me this. Please.”

“No. I can’t do that….”

“Silence”, nothing but silence. I was angry but more than angry wasa given hope of another golden carrot dangling before me. Calls came in two to three times a day. Sweet words of how much he misses me, how much he took me for granted, how much he wishes he would have known before I left so we could work things out.

‘Work things out, ha. ’ If I couldn’t have him, there was nothing to work out.  Finally, another notch on the wall, the wall of rejection.  The calls stopped coming. When I spoke to Hoseok I was informed he started dating a girl from his Literature class. ‘Of course,’ I told myself. Months went by, and we talked, but not as often. I heard about his escapes through Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok. He had turned into quite the fuck boy. I wasn’t surprised. He was beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and confident. He was also caring, sweet, and thoughtful, only to those he let see that side. I was one of the lucky ones, so I thought. Still, I was in it for the long run; I needed him to utterly destroy me. 

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[blitzysweetheart]

Cheer UP!

(Authors note! This is a aged up au where the main 4, Pavitr, Miles, Gwen, and Hobie, are roommates in a apartment house thing so yeah)

Pavitr-18

Gwen-19

Miles-19

Hobie-20

Relationships-ChaiPunk, and GhostFlower(Gwiles)

Miles had just came home from a long day of patrol. Hobie and Gwen ended up getting in trouble by Miguel for not doing as they were told but luckily Miles was able to just go home. He went straight to the kitchen, when he got there he saw a blanket hump at the table with sniffling. He walked over and tapped it making sure it wasn't a villain but he realized it was just Pav. "Oh Pav you scared me! Hey hey what's wrong why are you crying?" Miles asked putting a hand on the lumpy blanket. "Well, I went to go feed the street dogs in my dimension like I always do. So I bought the food for them and went to the ally ways and when I got there..." Pav paused to cry a little bit in his blanket covered hands, "Ali was DEAD!" Pavitr yelled crying into the blanket some more. "Oh bud I'm so sorry that happened... I'm sure Ali was a good dog. Is there anything I can do to help?" Miles asked now sitting down next to him. "Unless you're a time bender then I'm not so sure what you could do..." Pav said covering his head and laying it on the marble table. Miles felt bad for him, because to be honest Pav was like a baby brother to him. He's always protected him no matter what. When Miguel is about to yell at him, during a fight, and even when he's perfectly fine. But then an idea came to mind. "Hey Pav? Do you want raspberries?" Miles asked with a smirk on his face. "Sorry I'm allergic to them...but if you have anything strawberries then that'll be fine." Pav said in a innocent tone. "Oh well good thing that you're not going to eat these raspberries..." Miles said in a sinister tone and soon he caught on to his little joke. Now Maya Aunty never really tickled Pav growing up, but his dad did before he moved and to be honest...he kinda liked it, but his older brother used it as a punishment almost. "Just come here Pav..." Miles taunted him. Pav got up and started to run but Miles caught him before he could even waddle away. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU HAPPY WETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" Miles yelled holding Pav by the waist but it was kinda hard cause he still had the blankets all on him. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" Pavitr said wiggling out to the blankets and running away. "PA. GET BACK HERE! I JUST WANT WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU AND RIGHT NOW THAT'S RASPBERRIES!" Miles ran after him and finally caught him. And as soon as they were both on the floor Miles sucked in as much air and blew raspberries on his sides where the shirt was lifting. "MIHIHIHILES STAP!" Pav yelled but it didn't really do anything cause Miles lifted his shirt up higher and blew mini raspberries on his sides. Soon miles turned him over and blew raspberries on his small but buff body. "HAHA MILES!" Pav laughed as Miles continued his deeds. "IHIH'M GONNAHA TELL HOHOBIE!" Mile stopped for a minute and looked at Pav. "Tell him what? That I'm making his bf happy when really he should be doing so?" Miles retorted not stopping the light ghost tickles on his tummy. "Ok ok I'll stop are you feeling better?" He continued looking at the shriveled up boy on the floor. "Hah well come on you drama queen let's go get you some more pillows and a Hobie and Gwen." Miles picked up Pav and went to his room throwing him on his bed and called Hobie. When the two finally got back they already looked tired so it was perfect. Let's just say...they all had a cuddle session that night.

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 7

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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I know making me look like a fool in front of everyone has just made his ego increase ten times. It's all over his tone and the look he's giving me. Jungkook knows everything, while I don't know anything. And, in this case, that's right. But it's his fault -and mine, for jumping to conclusions when I should've asked anyone else. But there's no way I could've asked that without having Tammy interrogating me back, and assuming I'm interested in Jungkook somehow.

Everything makes more sense now. At least I don't have to feel bad for feeling tense every single time he's just less than one meter close to me. Now it's not that I need to feel bad, I need to get it checked. Because I don't get it.

The rest of our group keeps distributing the rooms. Obviously, Mark and Jungsoo share one, Tammy and Melanie are placed in a different one, Steve and Carl (the cutest couple, that hasn't separated an inch since I arrived) got one upstairs, and Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi got the biggest one (which makes sense, since they're three in a room and will probably not share beds).  

Although, while all of that was going on, Jungkook and I started a stare competition that neither of us wanted to lose. We kept making faces, challenging without saying a word. I don't understand why he's giving me those looks anyway. I'm the one who should be mad at him.

A loud clap interrupts whatever non-verbal battle we had going on.

—Shall we leave our things in the room? —Steve suggests.

It's not like the rest of us have much of a choice, so we just nod -some showing more enthusiasm than others. And clearly I'm in the group of those who don't really mind. I'm just hoping the room is big enough for both of us.

I almost tell him to go first, as if we weren't going to spend the whole night together in the same room. I let my mature side take control of my mouth, so I decide to stay quiet. Lips sealed.

Without looking at me, he grabs his leather backpack. And I'm surprised to realize, out of our crew, we're the ones who brought less baggage. Which makes sense, right? We're only staying here for one day. 

When he finally looks at me and is aware of me still standing here, he snorts and points his hand to the stairs, letting me go first. I don't turn a single time to make sure he's following behind me, but I hear the sound of his heavy military black boots stepping on the wooden step.

When I'm about to move to the left, his hand stops me by holding my arm and pushing me to the right. Ignoring the pumping against my chest, I follow his guidance and start walking in that direction. There's only one door open. 

All the calmness and serenity I was trying to keep, vanishes in between my fingers as soon as I poke my head inside the room, with only one bed in the middle of the room. I scan the room, looking at every corner, every hiding place possible -as if a bed would come up out of nowhere right now. When I turn to Jungkook, he's giving me a funny look, while he's resting his shoulder against the door frame.

—My brother's ex-girlfriend was supposed to come, so now we have space left.

And from what I'm seeing, the space left is in the same bed. What were they thinking about when they invited a stranger to sleep here?

—Have you never seen a bed before? —he mocks me.

—Yes, but... —I point towards the double bed— I'm not sleeping with you.

—Great —he walks next to me, leaving his bag next to the left side of the bed—. You helped us save time and effort to decide who's sleeping on the floor and who's sleeping in the bed. I appreciate your sacrifice.

I don't really mind sleeping on the floor. As seen before, I could sleep anywhere with no issue. But the mere fact of him ending up with a triumphant smile on his face, while he's giving me that annoying look is making me insist and compete for the bed.

—Who said I'm the one sleeping on the floor? —I get closer to the bed, throwing my bag on the right side of it— You sleep on the floor.

His head falls back when he laughs, both of his hands resting on his hips before he speaks again:

—You're the one who's new here, so it's pretty clear for me...

There's also the possibility of exchanging rooms with someone else, maybe Tammy or Melanie would want to sleep here. Although if that were the case, they'd have tried to trade rooms before and I wouldn't be the one here. 

—Rock, paper, scissors —he suggests.

—Are we five? 

—Great —he smiles again—. I take it as a win by default.

Before he can lie on the bed, and own it, I put my hand on his way and try to get the game started. We both look at each other deep in the eye, trying to guess what the other will use.

When we both yell "three", we show our hands from behind our backs, and I feel like my blood stops running through my veins when two of his tattooed fingers  are rising. I slowly move my eyes from his fingers to mine, finding them spread. Flat, small and pathetic, while I hear Jungkook celebrate and cheer his win. Some locks of my hair move when he throws himself on the bed.

—Best of three —I insist.

—I won and you lost —he declines—. I'm not selfish though, I can share the bed with you if you want —he uses a seductive tone.

✸ ✸ ✸

We spend the rest of the evening talking between us (well, except for Jungkook and me), trying to get to know one another better. And I'm surprised to learn that Namjoon, Hobi and Yoongi have been friends with Soo since college. And at some point, some of us start preparing the food and drinks for tonight. Although it's not like Melanie and Steve are letting any of us do anything. They keep insisting we are the guests.

While walking around the house, and stopping where the rest of the crew is sitting, I notice I haven't seen Jungkook in a while already. 

—They're picking our cousin up at the station —I hear Soo mention, drawing my eyes back to her.

I try to hide the fact that I was caught red handed while looking for Jungkook. And she seems to avoid going deeper into that when she mentions Steve and Melanie are siblings as well. So this is closer to being a family reunion then. And that doesn't help with the sensation of feeling out of place.

I know Tammy is here with me, but I can tell even she's feeling the same way I do. But I'm not too concerned about her. Let her sneak into three more conversations, get some drinks, and she'll be better than any friend you've had for years.

The main door opens, and Soo lets out a high-pitched scream before she runs to it. For one second, I'm thinking she saw Mark not that long ago. But when I turn to the door... My god. The man that she's hugging is incredibly tall. But it gets even better when his cousin lets go of him, and I get a better sight.

At first, he looks a bit shy when he's introduced to us. It's normal though, by what Soo told us, he came from Korea specifically to spend time with her and Jungkook. And going from that to being invited to a house full of people you don't know, it can be a bit overwhelming. Besides that, he smiles wide all the time, with his head slightly down. 

He's so cute.

The rest of the evening goes on just as quiet. We have dinner, we talk.. or, more like, they talk while I look at Seokwoo every once in a while, as if I have never seen a man in my life. Well, I did, but not like him. And while I smile at my own comment, my eyes find Jungkook's, but it's not like I pay much attention to it either, before I go back to the little group crackling and telling jokes. 

At some point, and as soon as we all are in the mood, Carl comes up with the idea of playing "Never Have I Ever". I keep saying I don't want to play, I just want to look. But most of them insist, and serve me a drink. It starts innocently, with things we've all done when we were younger. But soon the game starts heading in the direction it's supposed to be taking. Carl comes up with "I never had sex in my parents' bed" and everyone drinks, except me -clearly. And the rest of the comments keep going that way. I could've faked it, I could've drunk even if I hadn't done all of that shit. But I doubt anyone is paying attention to me -or so I think.

It's finally my turn, and since most of them already mentioned the most basic "dares", I'm unable to think about anything right now. So I come up with the fastest excuse I can.

—I'm getting something different —I announce, raising the full glass and heading to the table full of drinks.

I'm a bit lost in myself, overhearing the laughs and jokes as they keep coming up with hypothetical situations. And when I raise my hand to reach one of the bottles, my fingers collide against another hand. It's the biggest cliche ever. "And I felt electricity when our hands first touched". None of that shit, it just surprised me, but I instantly smiled when I saw him.

—Don't worry —I hand him the bottle, lifting it up from the table—. You first.

—You got it first —he gives me a cute look.

It's the first time we've made visual contact, and it's probably the worst thing that could happen to me, because I suddenly feel my legs trembling and my tongue getting ready to drop the biggest and most embarrassing bullshit that's ever been said.

—Don't worry, seriously. I keep seeing these, I'm sure I'll be able to wait a bit —I stop, and think about the different ways I can justify myself—. I'm a bartender. That's why. It's not because I'm drinking all day. Which isn't wrong either, I wouldn't have a job if...

I slowly saw how that cute smile turned into an uncomfortable grimace. And I'm not sure if it's the panic, but I don't feel like drinking at all anymore.

[theskyexists]

Went to see across the spiderverse

In retrospect, a film about parents dying and preventing it from happening was..

Anyway.

It was incredible animation of course again. The first part was honestly AMAZING. With Gwen. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful. And her dad????? The EMOTION. And also, wtf. But think they wrapped it up too quickly actually.he HUNTED her and then tried to arrest her (stupid cop!) when she saved people and even when she showed him who she was!!! And she left him for it - rightfully she said: I guess there is no one for me here now. And he didn't apologise. He didn't say: I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was worried sick. I'm your dad first and a cop second - a cop no more. GWEN!!!

Really interesting that the first film already had the theme: being Spiderman means experiencing certain fundamental things. And the point of being Spiderman is getting up again. (Nvm the weird thing about everybody can be Spiderman....uh..I always thought that was weird in that first film. Bc the whole point was that no you cant it takes a certain something)

But. Now they're taking it to the next level of course. And it's getting VERY meta. In order for a spiderworld to exist - some spiderrelated events MUST happen.

But actually Miles is an anomaly so he REALLY CAN WRITE HIS OWN STORY. Like Gwen says: HE REALLY CAN DO ANYTHING. And. He really can change canon. (Also explains why he's so OP yeah)

But also - didn't he already lose Uncle Aaron? But that's a different event? So Uncle Aaron is Uncle Ben. And then there's a police captain and a kid. Who's often related to the love interest. The question even is, why didn't Miguel gun for Miles immediately. Probably didn't know how to 'fix him'.

Stupid idea to tell Miles anything anyway tbh.

They really got rid of Aunt May quick to isolate Miles again.

I loved Hobie like - almost in retrospect. HE WAS ACTUALLY PUNK ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT!!!

Loved the moments of betrayal. Especially between Gwen and Miles. And Peter and Miles. and Peter and Gwen. And Gwen and Spider-Woman. 'we're supposed to be the good guys!' YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! That's also why I thought they wrapped Gwen's dad's thing too soon because dude, that was like a huge awful betrayal and they handled it almost like some regular fight between a kid and her dad. Especially coz GWEN had to be the adult in the room when he walked away - like WHAT. And how did her speech lead to him quitting. There should have been one more beat about firstly: Gwen being like: oh god he's gonna die anyway and secondly: something changed - Miles changed it. Or - I changed it (because. I met Miles?). To tie it all back.

It was incredible action, emotion, tempo, character moments etc. BUT I'll say it.

The ending was weak. Couldn't have been anything else I guess. They definitely could have done worse. The windowed narrative was pretty good, and the reveal etc. it all helped..but still weak and a little disappointing.

'There's always a way'. But how? I guess you got Spot which is a new element in the multiverse. Might be able to do something about....holes in the canon. eyyyy. If he weren't a supervillain for idk stupid ego reasons.

Miguel is not funny. It's actually amazing that it's commented on and in fact right around that comment the jokes around him fall flat.

Interestingly he seemed to be injecting himself with spiderdna I guess as more permanent inoculation against glitching

Loved Nueva York...

I also can't think of a way the ending could have been better. I just didn't think they'd cut it off. Didn't realise it was a series and not a whole story. Then suddenly I get this uneasy feeling like wait uh we're slowing but we're not there yet by far....

I think maybe my brother is right and they should have spent less time on Uncle Aaron putting on a record and more on Gwen getting ALL the buddies from ALL the worlds - interspersed with Miles getting getting more 'threatened' and that speeding up and up and then we get the reveal. BAM. And something about Gwen coming for Miles. Actually I think probably the windowed band story might have been bad actually here because tbf this ISNT Gwen's story anymore. We switched povs. I really absolutely LOVED Gwen as the main character at the beginning there. I adored it. Holy shit. But we switched. And they should have made her reference something Miles said. Not (just) her own personal story. Because it's not (just) about her anymore at that point.

Hah. What a thing to say from me who realised during those first ten minutes how POWERFUL a Spiderman story about a girl was to me suddenly - told so incredibly - even if at super high speed. Her internality is so different from what Miles sees ... Genuinely felt so - well whatever. Im glad enough we got ten minutes of her story, of her as main character. Still can't really expect more.

Also absolutely called that teleport mixup the moment I realised he wanted to use the going home machine

Also just really loved Miles' world. Brooklyn. the bbq, the streets it's all so homy and particular. His parents are a great team but damn they really shouldn't use that for ganging up on him. I feel like this film doesn't deliver enough comeuppance for parents, not enough grovelling. Why was there that moment with Gwen and his parents? It didn't land fully - because at that point I didn't yet know that the film was ending.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

saw the movie a second time. had more thoughts.

still a Miguel hater til I die but the intro shot of his fangs when he nearly bites the Vulture is SO cool. also my wife's boyfriend expressed that he was momentarily afraid Miguel was going to straight up EAT the Vulture which is. SO funny.

god the fucking college planning lady trying to force a stereotypical narrative onto Miles based on what a presumed white audience will expect of him... that's like the thesis right there! THAT ties everything together! it's a movie about growing up AND all the other Spider-Men hating you AND being a Black comic book character inheriting a white character's legacy AND being a brilliant Black boy finding his way in a world that's so so hostile to Black boys. and she sums all of that up so nearly by telling him to just. be what people expect Black boys to be instead. get fucked!!

sobbed like a fucking baby again when Rio gives Miles her speech about making sure her little boys knows he's loved 🥺🥺🥺

it's very cute that Gwen can share Hobie's shoes despite him being twice her size but I'm assuming that he has freakishly tiny little feet until proven otherwise

I goofed about Pavitr not going back to 2099 with the other spiders when Jess said everyone was supposed to go back, but this time I realized that even though he's familiar with Gwen and Hobie he probably hasn't been fully inducted yet because judging by his incredibly sunny outlook, he doesn't seem to have had any major spider-trauma yet.

Miguel is playing SO HARD on all the spiders' trauma and guilt to convince them that pain and loss is something that connects them and makes them special and is therefore necessary to be a spider-man at all, to the point of not only being inactive in the face of further tragedies but being actively hostile to someone trying to break the pattern. Miguel is running cult tactics like fucking crazy here.

but he believes it all himself is the worst part. like he doesn't think he's manipulating anyone he sincerely thinks he's doing what's right and that his discernment is the only thing keeping the multiverse from crumbling even if he has to go bugfuck crazy to do it like!!! he's SUCH a brutal fighter he's a nightmare to watch

having said that him throwing a trashcan at Miles as soon as they meet is so funny he has absolutely zero chill EVER AT ALL

on a second watch, all of Hobie's behavior when he first shows up feels really deliberately over the top - trying to keep things light with some kids who he knows are in danger from a really bad influence while prodding them to question it and think for themselves. he's MUCH more quiet and openly hostile at Miguel's base, and no wonder - he knows how much danger everyone, especially Miles, is in.

it's also really telling to me that the only spiders he seems to be on good terms with are the teens (and Mayday lmao). Hobie isn't kidding when he says he's only there to look out for his drummer, he's trying to get those kids OUT.

he's just. such a cool big brother. I'm very emo about him letting Gwen crash at his place 🥺

the way the backgrounds just MELT away to blobs of color when Gwen is confronting/reconciling with her dad is so!!! it's about THEM, everything else literally fades into the background! and then likes and detail come back when they've reached a resolution I'm...

also the LOUD trans pride colors when Gwen is talking about how she lives two lives and can't be all the way herself with anyone HELLO!!! 🩷 🤍 🩵

Jessica Drew is. 700 months pregnant. and Miles throwing her at an oncoming car like that is soooo funny

which is not an excuse to be so mean to Gwen! she's so hard on her for no reason that's literally a homeless teen begging for an adult to care about her why are you treating her that way!!!

the brilliant little touch of having Miles look back at his family's party on the rooftop, a space that's bright and warm and represents his home before he takes off into the spiderverse, only for him to find that same space desolate, hostile, full of trash on Earth 42? delicious.

I am excited for "evil" Miles but honestly like. I hope we get to see that Prowler!Miles is a product of his circumstances as much as Aaron was in the last movie. he's a brilliant teenage boy with a struggling mom and a dead dad and no spider powers; he's doing the best he can with what he has in a hell city run by the sinister six!!!

related: literally all I want from the next movie is the Mileses fighting the sinister six together. PLEASE I want to see them so bad 🙏🙏🙏

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

okay okay rapid fire spider-verse thots fresh out of the theater, trying to minimize spoilers but jesus

da Vinci-looking Vulture... very cool

the art on Gwen's earth in general is SO cool

in general the animators were just SHAMELESSLY showing off with this one and it rules so hard

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

truly do not understand what all of you see in Miguel tbh that man suuuuuucks!! kill!!

Peter B is also on my shit list tbh. Gwen going along with this is understandable, she's literally a homeless teenager in a bad position to fight against adult spiders making decisions, but Peter... come on dude...

truly they HAD to leave Pav out of the middle of the movie because he would have sided with Miles (you think he would want Inspector Singh to die!! fuck no!!) and he's perfect so he would have just effortlessly swept the floor with every other spider-person

Gwen is flirtatiously trans coded and responds to Spider-Man at least once, congrats to her on the fun gender

Jessica's design is so cool but they made her such a cop... god I hope she's coming around in the next movie

cannot wait to see gifs of this movie slowing down every frame to point out every individual background spider-person

the fucking. the family of it all. Miles' parents afraid to let him grow up and Gwen's dad unable to accept the truth about his daughter and Miguel trying to raise a daughter who wasn't supposed to be his and Peter B's baby girl and Jessica Drew's visible baby bump and the spiders' collective miserable certainty that they are DEFINED by the trauma of losing someone they love.

something something Miles' parents and the spider society have the same problem - being afraid of change from what they thought was The Right Way To Do Things - but Miles' parents love and trust him to make the right choices beyond their understanding while Miguel and the other spiders are too hurt by their own traumas to imagine someone else thriving without it

also fuck all of them the boy's uncle died in front of him after trying to kill him HAS HE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH

Hobie's soooo annoying (affectionate) but also right about, like, literally everything AND good with babies to boot

the whole ending is so ‼️‼️‼️‼️

the thing with Miles and Uncle Aaron at the end... you know the thing... DELICIOUS au right there tell me everything about that shit

the fucking end man

I've NEVER been in a theater where everyone collectively screamed @ the end of a movie fuck fuck fuck. there's cliffhangers and then there's THIS

[indigolover97]

We Hid In The Shadows

Chapter 5: Safety Zone

“Why am I hearing, from Seokjin of all people, that you’re having your seizures again?” Namjoon barks, slamming the door open to Hoseok’s office as he enters.

“Damn that man,” Hoseok mutters under his breath, then looks up at the irritated face of his younger brother. “Because I didn’t want to worry you, Joon. I’ve only had two episodes in the past five months and it’s only because I’m not sleeping well, on top of all the added pressures we have. There’s nothing you can do about it.”

Namjoon huffs and crosses his arms over his broad chest as he glares at his brother, “You still should have told me, not Seokjin! I thought we had a deal, Hobi!”

Hoseok sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “We’re not trainees anymore, Joonie. We have a lot of responsibilities now, we have a lot of people that look to us for guidance. We can’t keep watching each other’s backs as closely as before.”

“Bullshit!” Namjoon barks, sitting down angrily in front of Hoseok’s desk. “You just don’t want to admit how bad it’s gotten! You haven’t had any episodes for the past three years and now you’re suddenly having them! Have you gone to Doctor Wook about them?”

Hoseok shook his head and flinched at his brother’s angry scoff, “I haven’t had the…”

“No more excuses!” Namjoon cuts in, standing from his chair and grabbing Hoseok’s hand to drag him out of the room. “You’re going to see him today! Right now!”

Hoseok sighed as he allowed Namjoon to drag him out of his office and into the elevator towards the medical floor. They passed Jin sitting on the couch reading one of their instruction manuals for glocks, he waved cheerily as they left. Hoseok mouthed ‘I’m going to kill you when I get back’ at him and rolled his eyes when Jin blew him a kiss and winked in response.

Doctor Wook checked Hoseok over, ignoring Namjoon as he hovered over his shoulder. He asked about his two seizures in great detail and had him lay down in their MRI scanner. Honestly, this was the whole reason Hoseok hadn’t told anyone about his episodes, especially Namjoon, he hated being in this thing.

He took deep steady breaths as he was scooted forward into the tight tunnel. He could hear Namjoon talking nonsense in his ear as he shut his eyes and tried not to clench his fists. Hoseok was claustrophobic as it was and this scanner was ten times worse than any other confined, inescapable space.

He hoped that the whirring noises of the MRI would cover his whimpers as the machine scanned over his body and brain. But the way Namjoon was immediately at his side as he slid out told him that it wasn’t. He helped Hoseok sit up shakily, placing a firm hand on his shoulder while Hoseok drank some water Doctor Wook handed him.

“I’ll have our expert look over the scans, but as far as I can tell there’s been no lasting damage from these episodes.” Doctor Wook says, smiling as Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief and lays his head against the back of Hoseok’s. “They were probably just stress induced, I can’t prescribe you any sleeping medication but I would like you to cut down on the amount of caffeine and alcohol you’re consuming. Get some proper nights of rest, let your body breathe for a moment. We can’t have you drive yourself into an early grave, Hoseok.”

“Thank you Doctor Wook,” Hoseok murmurs, patting the back of Namjoon’s head as he clutches around his shoulders tightly. “I’ll take it easy for a little bit.”

Doctor Wook nods and pats his shoulder before leaving the room, “Start today, doctor’s orders.”

Hoseok sends him a salute before patting Namjoon’s arms to let him go, “I need to get out of this gown Joonie, I’m not walking around with my ass hanging out.”

Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away from his brother, he leaves the room after handing Hoseok some loose sweats to change into. Hoseok’s hands shake as he pulls the clothes on and he leaves the room as quickly as he can. He never wanted to do that again in his life.

“So what’s the damage?” Jin greets with a smirk at Hoseok’s glaring face. “Are you becoming a vegetable soon, Hoba?”

“You wish,” Hoseok scoffs, rolling his eyes when Jin chuckles. He sits down on the couch next to him. “As soon as I’m done shaking from that damn MRI scanner, I’m putting your ass on the floor.”

“Not in front of your brother, Hoba, I’m not into exhibition.” Jin teases, dodging the book Hoseok tosses at his head with a chuckle.

“You really gonna die on me Hobi,” Yoongi drawls as he comes into the room, narrowing his eyes at his friend. “You’re not allowed to, not until we get to send Seokjin back where he came from.”

Hoseok chuckles as he gets comfortable across the couch, tucking himself under the blanket that Namjoon places over him. “I may die just from the coffee withdrawal, Yoongi-hyung. Doctor Wook has put a ban on me.”

“I’ll go start some tea then,” Yoongi says after patting Hoseok’s head and placing a pillow under it. “I’ll put in an order for every damn flavor out there, maybe we’ll find something even your picky ass will like.”

Hoseok chuckles and sighs in relief when Namjoon dims the lights in the living room down to a gentle glow. He tries to hide his pleased smile when Jin shuffles closer to his bare feet and pulls them onto his lap to rub his ankles gently.

“Music or TV, Hobi?” Namjoon asks gently, flicking on the TV across from the couch as he sits down next to Hoseok’s head.

“Whatever’s quiet Joonie,” Hoseok mumbles, sighing as his eyelids slowly shut as Namjoon runs his hand through his hair and Jin’s warm ones curl around his ankles.

Namjoon doesn’t stop checking on him, even after their expert comes back with the report of agreement with Doctor Wook’s diagnosis. Hoseok just needs rest and no strenuous activity for a few weeks.

Yoongi takes over most of Hoseok’s responsibilities, mainly the overseeing of the training camps, while others are tabled until he recovers. Hoseok bemoans the amount of paperwork he’ll have to face when he’s able to face them again.

Jin continues his training under Namjoon and Yoongi, taking any mission they hand him without a word of complaint. He also takes over most of the cooking with everyone’s busy schedules and tones down a bit of his bastard tendencies, but not by much.

“It’s about fucking time!” Jin barks as Namjoon tells them about their meeting with the Hwarang Boys being approved for next month. “I’m tired of these useless hackers coming and going, hopefully this dude is as useful as they say he is.”

“Have you read any of the files on him?” Yoongi asks, placing a cup of tea in front of Hoseok. “He’s damn fucking good at his job, I still don’t know how Peakboy has been able to keep him with them.”

“Hopefully he’s not a liar like the rest of them,” Jin scoffs, tossing the fried rice in the wok with finesse.

Yoongi grunts in agreement as he starts pulling out the bowls from the cupboard, “I’ve also heard that he’s created a program to search for people’s faces. There’s rumors that it can find anyone, even if you barely have an image of them.”

Namjoon hums in interest, not looking up from his pile of paperwork next to Hoseok. “He’s gotta be young though, I haven’t been hearing about him in the rumor mills for that long.”

“Just what we need, another piss happy kid.” Yoongi scoffs, jutting his thumb at Jin. “We already haven’t been rid of the one we currently have.”

“I’m older than all of you,” Jin scoffs, taking the bowls that Yoongi hands him.

“Well you don’t act like it,” Yoongi huffs, moving to pull out some utensils and leveling a glare at Namjoon at the counter. “Put that aside, Namjoon. It can be done tomorrow.”

Namjoon huffs then yelps when Hoseok cuffs the back of his head, he rubs it and turns an offended eye to his brother. “What did you do that for?!”

“You were about to sass your hyung, Joonie. I was saving you from a knife being thrown at your head.” Hoseok dismisses, sipping on the camellia tea. “Hmm, hyung I think this one is a winner.”

Yoongi scoffs, but a smile forms on his face betraying his pleasure at finding a tea that Hoseok liked. “About damn time, we’ve only tried fifty different brews.”

Jin chuckles as he scoops the kimchi fried rice into the bowls and sets them down the counter before placing the fried pork cutlet from the fry oil on top. “I need to know where you get your kimchi from, I’ve never tasted it fresher.”

“Our mama makes it,” Hoseok says, taking the bowl Jin hands him with a smile. “She makes big batches and sends us jars of it, she grows the napa cabbage herself.”

Jin whistles as he sits down next to Hoseok at the counter, “Now that's some talent, does she grow the chilies and dry them as well?”

Hoseok hums in thought as he takes a bite of the food, “She may have tried, but I don’t think spices are something she’s interested in. But who knows, she might find all her retirement time boring enough to try.”

“Call me when she does, I like buying fresh spices from farmers.” Jin commands, hiding a smile behind his bite of food when Hoseok kicks his shin.

“It’s ironic that mom didn’t want to retire to a farm, but still wanted a vegetable garden.” Namjoon muses, pouting when Yoongi pulls his pile of paperwork out of his reach.

“She meant an animal farm, Joonie.” Hoseok tuts, dodging Jin’s foot as it tries to smack his own ankle. “Mama would never go without a garden in her home, I miss helping her pull the weeds out. Maybe I’ll visit soon.”

“Bring her mooncakes back with you, I miss those.” Namjoon sighs, a wistful look coming over his face. They finish their meal with idle chatter, Yoongi leaves the room as soon as he’s finished his bowl taking the pile of paperwork with him. Namjoon chases after him, nearly toppling over his chair as he races after his hyung.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at the pair as he moves to help Jin at the sink, “Still always in a hurry to not wash the dishes.”

Jin chuckles, “After seeing how he breaks so many mugs, I’d rather not have shards of glass down the drain.”

Hoseok tuts but doesn’t disagree with him as he dries the bowls Jin hands him and sets them down on the counter. The domesticity of this moment warms Hoseok’s heart, he hopes he won’t miss the bastard too much when he leaves them.

[minisugakoobies]

Into the Rush - Part One | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, crack, Best Friend's Brother!AU, Dodgeball!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of feeling rejected and unlovable, a little angsty but you know me, pansexual!Taehyung in the house, side VMin, Wooga Squad alert, Himbo NamKook alert, dance leader Hobi is reimagined here as a dodgeball team captain, implied sex, the smut is to come (heh) in part two

Word Count: 7.3K for part one; total wc tbd

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you’re surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.

A/N: Happy belated birthday, Jin! This was written as part of the Catch of the Century collab, hosted by MVPs @raplinesmoon @joheunsaram and @kithtaehyung!

Sooooo this underwent a few rewrites and then my life blew up as the December deadline got closer and then I decided to do Kinkmas because I'm just a gal who can't say no. I knew I could either rush to get this done, be upset at how shoddily written it is, and then hate myself for putting out something I wasn't proud of just to meet the deadline, orrrrr I could be kind to myself and recognize that I am a human and not a machine and sometimes despite my best efforts I fall short, and release it as a two-parter. Et voilà! Here is part one.

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

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“Dodgeball. You want to play dodgeball?” 

You stare at your roommate incredulously. Taehyung nods. 

“Dodgeball. The kids game? The beloved sport of sociopathic PE teachers everywhere? That dodgeball?” 

He can’t be serious. Neither you nor he are the athletic type. But from the solemn look on his face as you continue to sputter in surprise, you know he’s not joking. Taehyung is many things - an artist, a daydreamer, the kindest soul you’ve ever met and your best friend of five years and counting - but he’s not a liar. 

Still, when he’d walked into your room five minutes ago, yanked back the curtains to let the late-morning light in, and told you to get up because he had an idea, you’d assumed he’d wanted you to go with him down to the coffee shop on the corner so he could covertly admire his latest crush, the cute barista with the pink hair. Dodgeball was nowhere near the possibilities your mind conjured up. 

Taehyung sighs. “Yes. Dodgeball. There’s an adult league that plays at the rec center on Saturdays and I want to join. And I want you to join, too.” He flops down on your bed, nudging you over so he can lie next to you, ignoring your grumbles as you make room. “I think it would be good for you to get out a little. Get some fresh air.”

“I have plenty of fresh air,” you inform him, gesturing to your bedroom window, which is currently cracked about an inch. It might be spring, but the chill that clings in the air still feels like winter. 

“Uh-huh. Sure you do. But out of curiosity, when’s the last time you actually left the apartment, besides for work?”

“Um.” He’s got you there. Casting your mind back, you can’t even remember the last time you left the safety of your home to do anything other than clock in at the bartending job where you both work. “Does going to the mailbox count?”

It doesn’t, and he doesn’t even need to respond, just gives you his signature exasperated look, but the warmth in his brown eyes shimmers just beneath as always. “Pumpkin,” he begins, using one of the many silly nicknames he loves to address you by, knowing how much you hate cutesy stuff like that, “you can’t hide in here forever.” 

An instant rebuttal floats through your mind. You absolutely can hide in your room for the rest of your life, if you so choose. The internet brings the world to your fingertips. Everything can be delivered these days. Okay, true, you’ll still need to leave for work, but that’s only until you finish your novel and net yourself a publishing deal. Then you can quit your crappy bartending job, build yourself the perfect blanket nest, and become the hermit you were always meant to be. 

Joining a dodgeball team doesn’t fit into that plan. It’s going to require you to go outside. Outside is dangerous. 

Outside is where he is. 

At the sharp pang that stabs your gut, you turn to your roommate with a grimace. “I don’t know. I’m not really a… sports…person - and neither are you, frankly. And it’s a team sport, which means others will be relying on you. You really think this is something you can commit to? I mean, remember the gym?”

Last year, the two of you had joined a gym together at his suggestion, which you both had visited a grand total of one time. He later confessed he’d only signed up because a hot customer at the bar had convinced him to after a long evening of flirting. That short-lived commitment ended the moment Taehyung arrived at the gym and discovered that the hot patron’s promise to give Tae a full-body workout was not, to Tae’s disappointment, a euphemism, but only a sales pitch.

Again, Taehyung doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, he uses the one weapon in his arsenal that destroys you every time the two of you argue over what to do.

With a tilt of his head, Taehyung flashes you his big sad puppy dog eyes.

You sigh. “Goddamn it. Fine. Fine. Let’s play dodgeball.” 

Immediately, Taehyung’s countenance changes, a brilliant, boxy smile crossing his face as he grins at your caving. “Great! Sign-ups are actually this afternoon, sooooo… up and at ‘em, cupcake! Let’s get moving.” He jumps up, holding out his hands, and you begrudgingly let him pull you out of bed. “You’re definitely going to need a shower before we meet the other players.” 

“Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” you mutter as you follow him down the hallway towards your tiny kitchen to brew some coffee, knowing you’ll need the caffeine if you’re going to be socializing with strangers this afternoon. 

He beams again, tossing his dark bangs out of his eyes. “All the time.”

The rec center is only a few blocks from your apartment, but you’d never stepped foot inside before Taehyung drags you down there to sign up for the league. Still, there’s a familiar scent when you walk into the building, the smell of rubber mats and sweat mingling together, stirring up memories of PE classes from grade school. The flashbacks make you shudder. 

Taehyung shakes you out of your memories as he steers you towards a folding table that’s been set up in the lobby. “Come on, we check in here.” A friendly woman in a purple tracksuit sitting at the table waves you over. 

“Hiya! Are you team leaders or free agents?” She laughs at your blank stares. “Okay, I’ll take that to mean you’re not here to sign up an existing team, but you’re free agents in search of a team to join!” 

“Oh, yeah, that’s us,” Taehyung nods sagely, as if he knew that. 

“Great! If you’ll just fill out these forms…” she hands you both a sheet of paper, “I will process your fees, and then I can point you in the direction of some teams looking to add some new players!” 

Forms? Fees? This is more complicated than you’d expected. You’d figured you’d just walk in and play, like joining a pick-up game of basketball or something similar that people who like sports might do. “So, um, how does this work?” 

The smile never leaves her face as Ms. Purple Tracksuit explains that you’ll be joining a team for the next ten weeks to play against other teams in a tournament ending in a championship match between the two best teams. “And the fee covers your uniform!” 

“A uniform?”

She leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t get too excited. It’s just a t-shirt.” 

After you hand in your form and make Taehyung pay your fee, Ms. Purple Tracksuit tells you to head into the main gymnasium, where the team leaders looking for new recruits are waiting. There’s another dose of déjà vu as you enter the room to find several clusters of players standing around, sizing you up as you walk in. It reminds you of being a kid, waiting on the sidelines while the other kids whisper to one another about who to pick.

“Uh, this is a little intense,” you whisper to Taehyung, clinging to his elbow as he blithely strolls between the groups. “I feel like I’m being judged.” 

“Nah, this is a numbers thing,” he says. According to Ms. Purple Tracksuit, teams consist of six to ten players, so there’s a good chance you’ll be able to find a team together. If you’re picked at all, that is. “Whatever team needs two players will take us, I’m sure.” 

Your roommate just wanders through life with a natural confidence that you’ve rarely seen in others. You suppose it makes sense, given how handsome and talented he is. Still irks you a bit. 

“And what makes you say that?” You scan the room, taking in the other players. There are several others who wear similar expressions to your own, looking a little overwhelmed. It strangely gives you hope that you won’t be the only one here who doesn’t know what she’s doing. 

And then there are those who look like they live, eat, and breathe dodgeball, like the two tall, muscle-bound gods to your left, both wearing a shirt that says “Rock the Balls.” Team leaders, you assume. 

“Uh-huh, sure,” Taehyung replies distractedly, and you frown, following his gaze to see what caught his attention, since he’s clearly not listening, only to spy pink hair and a gorgeous smile that you recognize from your favorite coffee shop.

Grabbing his arm, you force your roommate to look at you as you hiss his name. “Taehyung. Tell me we’re not here because of that barista!��� 

“Hmm?” Tae’s starry-eyed expression is all the answer you need. Of course. Of course he dragged you here so he could flirt with his crush. How did you not see this coming? “What? Noooo, I told you, I want to play dodgeball! But isn’t it a nice coincidence that Jimin is here?” 

“Right. Coincidence. You’re unbelievable.” With an exasperated sigh, you give him a push. “Well, go talk to your man. See if his team needs two new players.” 

Taehyung doesn’t need telling twice, happily bouncing towards the barista. And now you’re alone in a gymnasium full of strangers, feeling left out again. As you slowly revolve in place, looking for somewhere to hide and wait for Taehyung to return, one of the muscle-bound gods approaches. 

“Hey,” he says, giving you a little head nod. “You looking for a team?” 

Technically, you suppose you are, but you should probably see if Taehyung will be dragging you on to Jimin’s team with him first. But as you glance at the god, with his wavy dark hair and silver lip ring nestled in the corner of a pair of rather pink lips, you’ve the urge to say yes. He and his buddy are mind-meltingly hot. 

“I’m not sure. I’m here with a friend,” you finally respond. Super glad Taehyung forced you to shower today.

The god nods, eyes dragging over your frame. If you touched your cheeks right now, you’re pretty sure they’d be blazing hot under his gaze. “That’s cool. I’m Jungkook, by the way, and this is Namjoon.” He nods to the other god, whose lips quirk in a cool half-smile. 

“Sup,” he rumbles, jerking his chin in your direction. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, fingers scratching over the lines buzzed into the sides. “We run Rock the Balls. And we’re looking for two new members.”

“Actually, that’s gonna be three new members,” a familiar voice declares behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin to find yet another handsome man behind you. But this one you know well.

“Jin-ah!” Throwing your arms around his neck, you attack Seokjin with a hug, grinning as his squeaky laugh echoes through the gymnasium. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve seen Taehyung’s older brother, but he looks mostly the same - the same warm brown eyes surrounded by ever-deepening laugh lines, the same perfect cupid’s bow twitching as he smiles as you. The only difference is that his hair is a little shaggier now, a fluffy brown cloud that bounces when you finally release him. 

“I could get used to a hello like that,” Seokjin grins.

“When did you get home?” you ask, vaguely aware that the gods have drifted away. “And what are you doing here?”

“Got in two days ago. I would’ve stopped by to see you and Tae-yah, but I needed to get my land legs back first.” Seokjin probably means that pretty literally, since he’s spent the last year on a research station in the middle of the ocean. As a marine biologist, he works at a local lab run by a federal agency, studying the effects of ocean pollution on various species of fish. Occasionally, he has to do field work, but this last round was his longest stint yet, taking him away from home for nearly twelve full months. “When I texted him this morning, he mentioned that he was joining a dodgeball team, and I… well, I had to check that out for myself.” You both laugh. “So I thought I’d surprise you.”

“You definitely did that!” you confirm. “I want to hear all about your research trip. Did you find anything interesting? Discover any new species?” You lean in excitedly. “Did you finally find some mermaids??”

Seokjin tuts. “Aish, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a deep sea diver, I’m just a guy pulling water samples off a dock?” 

“Yeah, whatever, Jin Cousteau.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I was really hoping that that nickname would’ve died out in the last year.” 

“Oh no, that one’s for life. And listen, you can downplay your job all you want, but I know the deal. You just can’t tell me anything because the government forces you to keep those secrets locked down. But I’ll get the truth out of you someday.” 

“Oh?” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow. “And just how d-”

“Hyung!!” 

“Oof!” Seokjin grunts as your roommate launches himself at his brother, tackling him in a bear hug. When the affectionate embrace becomes a wrestling match in the middle of the gym, you feel a presence at your side, and turn to find Jimin and another man watching the melee with a surprised look on their faces. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassure them, “they’re always like this.” 

“Uh, okay,” the barista chuckles. “Um, I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Hoseok. Hoseok-ah, this is YN, Taehyung-ah’s roommate.” 

“Hey.” The other man grins a smile that can only be described as a beam of pure sunshine, and you wonder if this dodgeball league is for models only, because you’re basically surrounded by nothing but gorgeous people.  

“Hi. Um, and that is Seokjin, Tae-yah’s brother,” you gesture to the skirmish. 

“Mmmice to meet eww!” Seokjin’s response is a little muffled by Taehyung’s armpit, but he manages to wave. 

“Hyung, why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?” Taehyung whines.

“Anted oo urprise!” Seokjin finally untangles himself from his brother’s headlock. “Wanted to surprise you,” he says again, more clearly. 

“We’re starting a new team, and we could use three players, if you’d all like to join us?” Hoseok asks. 

“Are you sure you want this on your team?” you reply, gesturing to Taehyung and Seokjin.

“I think we can handle them,” Jimin grins, and Taehyung’s smile turns blinding. “Besides, we could use that energy on the court!” 

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “Also, we’re a brand new team, so we’re desperate!” 

“That’s my favorite word.” Seokjin’s shoulders shake as he cracks himself up. “We’re in!”

Hoseok smiles. “Fantastic. Welcome to the Seven Slamurai!”

Once you’ve finished signing up for Hoseok’s team, you, Taehyung, and Seokjin decide to grab some dinner together. Another thing about Seokjin that hasn’t changed during his time away is his voracious appetite, so you take him to an all-you-can-eat bbq restaurant not far from the rec center. 

As the soju starts flowing and the plates start piling up, Seokjin tells you about his year on the ocean. He starts out with a disclaimer, warning you that his research isn’t interesting, and he’s not entirely wrong. Most of it goes over your head, since it’s been years since you last took a biology course. But it’s not really what he’s talking about that keeps you focused on him, it’s how he talks about it that holds your attention. You’re fascinated by his passion for his work. His dedication to studying ocean life in order to preserve and protect it. It makes you wish you had a cause of your own to defend.

And then, of course, as the liquor catches up with him, he tells you all the gossip about the other crew members on his station - the hookups, the fights, all the little scandals that brought the drama to the high seas. Seokjin’s always been a good storyteller, knowing just what to say to keep you and Taehyung laughing.

“But what about you?” you ask when Seokjin pauses to stuff some pork belly in his face. “Did you have any flings with any of the other scientists? Hmmm? Dip your fishing rod in company waters?” 

“Gross,” Taehyung mumbles around a mouthful of beef bulgogi.

Seokjin shakes his head. “Nah. I didn’t click with anyone there like that. Honestly, we spent so much time together each day that by the end of it, I was dying to get away from most of them, which was really hard to do since we were basically stranded together in the middle of nowhere! So I spent a lot of my downtime hiding in my bunk, reading old research papers that I found in the station’s library.” 

“You read research papers for fun?” Taehyung looks horrified. 

Downing another shot of soju, you lean towards Seokjin, licking the peach-flavored drops from your lips. “Come on. You’re telling me you went an entire year without hooking up with anyone? Not even a little making out?” 

“Nope.” Seokjin pops the ‘p.’ At your incredulous look, he laughs, lifting his shoulders. “What? A year’s not that long! I made it just fine.” 

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, “it’s not that long. Besides, he was probably jerking off nonstop.” 

Soju flies out of Seokjin’s nose as you and Taehyung burst into raucous laughter. Seokjin scolds his brother, who argues back as he always does, telling the elder to loosen up, while you sit quietly, chin in hand, smiling to yourself as you watch the fireworks, realizing how nice it is to have Seokjin home again. 

He and Taehyung are pretty much a package deal. You’d met Taehyung first during your senior year of college. At the time, Seokjin was finishing up his graduate program at the same school, and his plans to move out of his and Taehyung’s apartment upon graduation and roll right into some field work had Taehyung feeling like he was being left high and dry. You’d ended up becoming Taehyung’s new roommate that summer, and then it had turned out that Taehyung’s worries were all for naught, because Seokjin still spent most of his free time hanging out at his (now your) place, anyway. 

You didn’t mind then and you don’t mind now. Seokjin’s a good balance to all of Taehyung’s extremes. Where Taehyung has his head in the clouds, Seokjin’s feet are firmly planted in the ground. Taehyung can be mercurial, even flaky sometimes, but Seokjin’s rock-steady.  They’re not complete opposites in everything, though. Just like his brother, Seokjin has a big heart. 

Once Seokjin runs out of steam, Taehyung shrugs. “I’m just saying, being with someone isn’t the only way to be satisfied. Just look at me. I’m single and I’m happy.” 

He looks almost smug as he states this, and something inside you snaps. The last thing you want to hear from Taehyung is another speech about loving yourself. You’ve heard plenty of those over the last few weeks. You do love yourself. 

You just wanted someone else to love you, too.

Pointing your chopsticks at him, you frown. “Oh, please don’t start! One, you were just dating a guy last month, so it’s not like you’ve gone an entire year without being with someone, and two, you literally just dragged me onto a freaking dodgeball team so you could start dating another! So I don’t want to hear any platitudes about embracing your singleness or anything like that.” 

Taehyung is silent for a moment after your outburst. “Sorry,” he finally says, poking at the remains of the kimchi on his plate. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Seokjin’s gaze bounces between the two of you. “I feel like I’m missing something.” 

Taehyung sees you nibbling on your bottom lip and he turns to his brother. “I can explain. Buttercup here-”

“Buttercup can speak for herself,” you interject, “and don’t call me that.” With a sigh, you slug back another shot of soju and look at Seokjin. He’s waiting patiently to hear what you have to say. “I was… kinda seeing someone a few months ago. And I thought that I had something with them, and it turned out that I was wrong. They didn’t feel the same way I did, so…” You trail off, not sure how to say ‘so I spent the last few months crying in my room over a broken heart.’

Luckily, Seokjin spares you this confession, nodding sympathetically. “I gotcha,” he says simply, and you nod back, stuffing some rice into your mouth so you don’t cry at the warmth in his expression. 

“I don’t know why you’re being so cryptic about who it was,” Taehyung frowns. “She’s talking about Yoongi.”

Something passes over Seokjin’s face quickly, so fast you almost miss it as you smack your roommate on his arm. He yelps in shock.

“What? He was going to find out eventually, they’re best friends!” 

You know this, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. Seokjin is actually the one who introduced the two of you, at the party he threw before he left for his research trip. You remember that night very clearly, can close your eyes and picture Yoongi standing there, with silver hair and silver hoops in his ears, dark cat eyes shimmering as Seokjin gave him your name, and you feel that same swoop in your stomach as you did then. Only now it comes with a painful twist of your heart as well. 

Falling for Yoongi happened so quickly. You’d immediately bonded over a shared love of hip-hop and whisky, spending the party huddled together on the couch, snarking over Seokjin’s music collection and liquor selection, talking until the sun came up and Seokjin started throwing everyone out. As you left, you’d asked Seokjin for Yoongi’s number. But before you even entered it into your phone, a text appeared from Yoongi himself. He confessed he’d asked Seokjin for your number as well.

“I haven’t talked to Yoongi-yah in a while.” Seokjin glances at you. “You know how hard it was for me to keep in touch. There’s no cell phone reception in the middle of the ocean, and the internet seemed to come and go at will. At least I heard from you two occasionally, but I didn’t hear from Yoongs except on my birthday, and we didn’t… you didn’t come up.” He looks apologetic as he says those last words, and your heart pangs again.

“It’s okay, why would I have?” you snort. “Like I said, it turned out to be a big bunch of nothing between us.” Despite what you thought. What you felt.

A server appears at the table to drop off the bill, and you welcome the interruption, wanting to go home and crawl into the safety of your bed again, feeling like it was a mistake to leave in the first place. Taehyung and Seokjin fight over who is going to pay, with Taehyung winning, practically throwing his card at the server, but you’re too distracted by your thoughts to enjoy the scene. 

Texting with Yoongi had turned into late night conversations. Going to concerts and bars to check out new musicians, doing whisky tastings and visiting distilleries. It felt like you were glued at the hip for a few months, and the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. Like the way you fell into his bed, over and over.

But nothing sticks out in your memory more than that last night, the last time you saw him, when you finally found the courage to tell him how you felt. You’ll never forget the sad look on his face. It told you everything you needed to know before he even spoke.

“Buttercup?” Taehyung’s voice pulls you from your reverie. “You ready to go?” He and Seokjin are staring at you, both on their feet already, waiting to leave. 

With a nod, you rise, and follow them out into the night. 

Despite the name, the Seven Slamurai consists of nine players. (When you asked why, Jimin rolled his eyes and said he’d tried to argue with Hoseok over the moniker, but Hoseok was insistent that the name stay true to his favorite movie.) In addition to Hoseok, Jimin, Seokjin, Taehyung, and yourself, there are four others at your first practice session on Monday night at the rec center - Wooshik, Sunghwan, Seojoon, and Hyungsik. You exchange a few quick greetings with your new teammates before Hoseok gestures for you all to sit on the bleachers. 

“Welcome everyone to our first team practice!” Hoseok smiles, clapping, and you lightly clap along until you realize no one else is. “Before we do some warm-ups, I thought I’d take a minute to explain the rules of the game, for those of you who haven’t played before.” 

He launches into an overview of the sport. Most of it is familiar from your school days, but there are a few things that are new, like something about a rush, and a neutral zone, and a burden ball? You glance around to see if anyone else looks confused. Most of the new guys wear bored expressions. It’s safe to assume they’re experienced players. To your left, Taehyung is whispering something to Jimin, completely ignoring Hoseok’s spiel. 

At least Seokjin, on your right, seems slightly dazed by the long list of rules that Hoseok’s rattling off. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen Seokjin in any athletic context. As far as you know, he doesn’t play any sports, just like you and Taehyung, and he’s not a gym rat. So you have no idea what to expect from him on the court. Maybe he’ll be just as awkward as you’re expecting to be. 

“Any questions?” Hoseok finishes up. There’s a moment of silence from the group, and then he claps his hands. “Okay! Then let’s warm up a little.”

You move from the bleachers to a mat on the floor and Hoseok leads everyone through a series of stretches. It’s been a long time since you’ve done any, so you’re not surprised when your toes remain fully out of your reach. Jimin, on the other hand, has folded himself in half, forehead practically touching the ground as he holds on to both feet. Turning to Seokjin to make a comment, you’re surprised to find him in a similar position.

He catches you looking. “Yoga,” he explains with a wink. 

“Damn. Maybe I should start,” you grunt, giving up. 

“The games are played with teams of five, which means we’ll have four alternates for each match,” Hoseok explains once everyone’s limbered up. “For today, I’d like us to run through a practice game, four on each side. I’m going to stay out and watch, to help me get a feel for who might be a starter and who might be an alt.” 

The group splits in half, with you, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Jimin on one side, and the rest on the other. Hoseok stands at one end of the line in the middle of the court, where six balls lie waiting. 

“Okay, ready, set!” And with a sharp blast of the whistle hanging from his neck, Hoseok brings the game to a start. 

Immediately, Jimin and Taehyung run forward towards the center line, reaching for a ball each, while the other team mirrors their actions, rushing forward. But you? You freeze in the scramble, hands automatically coming up to shield your head. And as the first balls fly towards your side, you scream. 

And so does Seokjin.

“Shit!” you curse as one of the rubber balls bounces off your arm. That’s definitely going to leave a mark. 

“Fuck!” Seokjin yelps as he’s smacked in the shoulder by another ball. 

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The action stops as Hoseok blows his whistle. His sunny smile is gone, replaced by an intense look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth turned down. It’s intimidating, especially since it’s aimed directly at you.

“That was… not bad,” he says slowly through gritted teeth, speaking as though the words hurt him. “But maybe this time, you two should try joining the opening rush? Remember, no one can throw a ball at you as long as you’re in the neutral zone, so you’ll have time to grab and get back out of the line of fire.” 

He glances from you to Seokjin, who nods as you grin in embarrasment. Great, you’ve already been identified as a weak player. You were hoping you could at least pretend to know what you were doing for a little while. Fly under the radar.

Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist. “Come on, ladybug, it’s not that scary. You just gotta jump in. Don’t think, just go.” 

You shake him off with a scoff. Easy for him to say. You saw the way he was running around the court a minute ago, taking to the chaos like a duck to water. Should’ve known he’d turn out to be a natural athlete on top of all his other annoyingly amazing traits. 

The game restarts, and this time you make an attempt to run towards the center line, but still hesitate, flashbacks of being pelted with balls running through your brain. Why did you agree to this? You always hated dodgeball in school! 

Seokjin, on the other hand, joins Jimin and Taehyung at the line, and scoops up a ball before dashing back to where you’re frozen. The balls start flying again, and once again you’re out before anyone else. After a few more minutes, Hoseok ends the play. 

“That was better!” he nods. “But let’s try it again, and this time maybe you can make it all the way forward, huh, YN?” His tone is encouraging, but his smile seems strained. 

As you shuffle back towards the end of the court, you nudge Jimin. “Is Hoseok okay? He looks a little stressed.” 

Jimin shoots you a lopsided smile. “He’s trying not to be as… intense… as he usually gets. We got kicked off our last team because he went a little overboard with his, uh, enthusiasm during the practice matches.” 

The whistle blows before you’re ready, and you decide to take Taehyung’s advice, so you bolt forward without thinking, snatch up a ball, and then back away, not wanting to turn your back to the men behind you. In doing so, you catch Wooshik’s eye, and he grins coldly, winding up. 

“Shit!” you yell, jumping out of the way in time. Taehyung dives in to catch it, sending Wooshik out of the game. But you’re not safe, as Seojoon takes aim next. Seokjin is next to you, trying to decide where to throw the ball in his hand, so you duck behind him, mimicking his movements. Eventually, he realizes he has a shadow.

“Are you using me as a human shield?” He bobs to the left. You follow.

“It’s not my fault you’re so broad!”

Seokjin honks a noisy mix of delighted laughter and insulted exclamation. Seojoon tires of waiting for you to emerge from behind Seokjin, so he pitches the ball forward, a low toss heading for Seokjin’s legs. Seokjin bends gracefully to catch the difficult throw, taking Seojoon out of the game, and as Seokjin doubles over, you snap the ball in your hands towards Hyungsik, hitting him directly in the side. Another ball rolls towards your feet, so you scoop it up and nail Sunghwan dead center of his chest.

And with that triple play, your side wins, with all four players still in.

There’s no whistle to end the game, as Hoseok’s mouth falls open, gawking wide-eyed at you. “She’s a sniper,” he whispers in an awed voice. Everyone turns to stare at you. 

“What?” you ask, looking around. “What did I do now?” 

According to Jimin, it’s tradition for the dodgeball teams to go out for drinks after practices and matches, so after hitting the locker room, the nine of you meet up at the Pied Piper, a quiet bar around the corner from the rec center. Thank god Taehyung convinced you to bring a change of clothes. You’d foolishly assumed you wouldn’t break a sweat, but you sure as fuck had.

Since the rec center isn’t that big, the practice schedules are staggered out, with only two other teams meeting on Wednesday nights - the Dodging Divas and Rock the Balls. By the time your team arrives at the bar, the others have already claimed most of the tables. As Taehyung and the others push the remaining tables together, Hoseok, Seokjin, and you sidle up to the bar to start ordering drinks. 

Once the bartender drifts away to start pulling drafts, Hoseok turns to you with a bright smile. “Congrats, the two of you are definitely going to be starters.” 

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. 

“Me? Really?” you squeak, glancing at Seokjin, who also appears dumbfounded. “Why?” 

Hoseok leans against the bartop. “Look, I’ve been playing this game for long enough to know a strong arm when I see it,” he declares solemnly, tapping your bicep with two fingers. “I think with my help, you could be one of the best snipers out there. As for you,” he nods at Seokjin, “I think your flexibility is going to come in handy, like it does for Jimin. Also, I saw the way you two were working together on the court. If we can hone your skills, you’ll be an unstoppable duo for sure.” He grins. “The rest of the league won’t know what hit them, when the Seven Slamurai come through.” 

The bartender returns with the first three beers of your order, and Hoseok carries them away with another nod, leaving you and Seokjin staring at each other in silence. 

Then you both burst into laughter. 

“Is he for real?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows raised. The bartender sets more glasses in front of you, and he grabs one, taking a long sip. 

“I think so. I got the idea from Jimin that dodgeball means a lot to him, but wow. What he said is absolutely ridiculous, and yet… I do feel oddly inspired.”

“I know what you mean.” Seokjin grins. “Should we correct him, though?”

“About what?”

“Us working as a team. We weren’t working together so much as you were hiding behind me.” 

His grin turns teasing, and a retort builds itself on your tongue. But before you can fire it off, a figure at the other end of the bar catches your eye. One of the Rock the Balls gods. Namjoon, maybe? He nods at you, dimple popping as his lips curl into a slight smirk. You blink, then raise one of the glasses of beer in his direction.

Seokjin follows your gaze. “Friend of yours?” 

“Not really. One of the other teams’ leaders. We met at the sign up.” 

Seokjin hums, giving Namjoon a second look. He taps the bartop while you help yourself to one of the pints. “Hey, so what you were talking about at dinner the other night… about Yoongi? I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You should’ve known the subject would come back up. With a little shrug, you attempt a grin, but only succeed in a grimace. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“I know. But I’ve also been where you are, having feelings for someone that go unreciprocated, so… I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” He pauses, gaze locked on the glass in his hand. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s a total idiot.” 

“I’m not going to argue there,” you quip, letting out an airy laugh. "But I'm the one who imagined the whole thing, so really, I'm not any smarter."

He looks at you then, a sober expression on his face. “I mean it. He’s the idiot. Not you. So just - just don’t let his stupidity have any bearing on how you might think about yourself, okay?”

You blink, wondering if you’ve suddenly gone completely transparent, because he’s seeing right through you. How are you not supposed to take Yoongi’s rejection as proof that you’re unlovable? If you were lovable, then wouldn’t he love you?

“I… okay.” Nodding, you reach for the glasses that have been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. “Um. We should probably get these to the rest of the team before they get antsy.” 

Taehyung pats the seat next to him when you return to the group, and Seokjin takes the empty seat on your other side. “Hoseok just told us the good news,” he informs you, happily grabbing one of the beers in your hand. 

“What, that Jinnie and I are gonna be starters?” 

“That we are gonna be starters! You, me, hyung, Jimin-ah, and Hoseok-ssi.” Taehyung beams brightly as Jimin leans across him at the mention of his name. “He said we’ll work on our teamwork next practice, so we’re ready for our first match next weekend!”  

“Oh! Well, damn, look at us go!” You lift your glass and everyone else does the same. “Cheers!” 

“To teamwork!” Seokjin adds, eyes crinkling as he clinks his glass against yours. You grin back before taking a big sip. Maybe you’ll survive this season after all.

You’re not going to survive this season. 

“Come on! Faster!”

A shrill whistle blast sounds as you hit the wall, spinning around before running back towards the center line. It’s Thursday night, so you’re at practice again. Your team has been running drills for only ten minutes now, but you’re pretty sure you’re going to die, panting terribly as your toe hits the crosses the line.

“Pick it up!” Hoseok yells as you spin again, heading back for the end of the court. As your fingertips reach the wall, he blows the whistle again, and you flatten your palms, pressing your forehead against the cold cement. 

“I did not sign up for this,” Seokjin huffs next to you. “I signed up to dodge balls. This is not dodging balls!” 

“Are you two okay?” Taehyung is neither panting nor huffing as he eyes you both with concern.

“How are you not dying like us?! You don’t work out!” Yelling takes up too much of your oxygen, and you sink to the ground, legs folding underneath you. 

Taehyung shrugs. “It was only a few running drills. Nothing to get worked up over.” 

Unable to respond, you settle for giving him the evil eye. You jump as Hoseok’s whistle sounds again.

“If he doesn’t stop it with that thing, I’m gonna make him eat it,” you mutter under your breath. Seokjin’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he reaches out a hand to pull you to your feet. 

Hoseok’s inner drill instructor doesn’t take a break when the practice game starts, alternates on one side, starters on the other. Somehow, he manages to run, catch, throw, and yell instructions the entire time, like a demented multihyphenate. It would be impressive if it weren’t irritating. 

You play a total of three rounds against the alternates. The first round is awkward, filled mostly with Hoseok’s manic shouting. At one point, he tells you to cover the right and Taehyung to flank the left, and as the two of you run to switch sides, you run smack into each other. The alternates win.

In the second round, things go better. There are no collisions, but there’s also not much cohesion, either. You try to repeat last practice’s winning move, ducking behind Seokjin, but he’s too unpredictable, jumping all over the place to try to catch throws, and you’re not able to keep from getting hit. Your team loses again.

When the whistle signals the end of the round, you head for the bleachers, where you’ve stashed a bottle of water and a towel, having realized last practice that both items were desperately needed. The rest of your team follows. 

“Well, this isn’t working,” Hoseok sighs, fanning himself with his shirt. “They’re kicking our asses.”

“Maybe - and just hear me out - yelling isn’t the way to motivate us?” Jimin suggests, tossing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. You can practically see little hearts dancing in Taehyung’s eyes as he watches the motion.

Hoseok’s head twists towards his friend, but instead of swearing at him like you expect, he just stares. “I’m. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

Jimin claps him lightly on the shoulder. “Yep.” 

Hoseok stares for a few more seconds, and you’re on the verge of asking if he’s okay when he finally speaks. “Okay, new plan. Let’s just go out there and, ugh, have fun, okay?” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he leads Jimin and Taehyung back out onto the court.

Seokjin leans over. “If we lose, ten bucks says he snaps and eats that whistle himself.” 

You laugh, gently pushing Seokjin back onto the court. 

“Hey. Should we try that shield thing again?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I mean, I was trying last round, but you were kinda all over the place.” 

“I’ll try to be more obvious with my moves. Or I guess you can guide me? Just tell me which way to go.” 

You nod, and then you’re off, running for the center line as the round starts. Without Hoseok barking orders at the group, there’s a definite shift in the atmosphere. As you stoop to sweep up a ball, quickly diving behind Seokjin’s tall frame, scoping out your next target, it hits you - not a ball, but a thought.

You’re having fun.

Grinning wildly, you hiss “Left!” Seokjin immediately darts left, and you line up behind him, ready and waiting. A throw from the other team goes high, and Seokjin leaps towards it, snagging the ball out of the air. As soon as you peek out from around his side, you hit Wooshik, ball bouncing off his thigh with a satisfyingly loud “thock!”

“Yes!” Seokjin throws his hand out for a high five. You slap it quickly, ducking another toss. On your other side, Hoseok and Jimin make tandem catches, and the match ends with your team victorious.

“That was so much better! I really feel like we’re an actual team now,” Hoseok beams, looking genuinely happy again. “One more week of practice and then it’s match time!”

The others drift towards the locker rooms as Seokjin nudges you with his hip. “Did that work better for you this time?” 

“Yeah, it did. I guess that’s how it should always work, huh - me giving you orders and you following them blindly?” You wrap your towel around your neck, flashing him a cheeky grin.

Seokjin laughs, running his hand through his fluffy hair, which has gotten curly in the humidity from the game. Rather than spout off a snarky retort, he tugs on the ends of your towel, pulling you towards him. His deep brown eyes trail over your face, landing on your mouth, before his gaze snaps back to yours.

“That works for me,” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his plush lips. “Just say the word and I’ll follow.” 

And then he walks away. 

You stare at the locker room doorway that he disappears into for a good minute after he’s gone, mind racing. That’s not the first time the two of you have been that close - both Seokjin and his brother are very cuddly people, and you’ve always been comfortable with showing them affection in the form of warm hugs or snuggles on the couch.  

But whatever just happened was not that. The moment between you felt charged. Full of something like… possibility. 

With a sigh, you shake off the confusing thoughts and gather your things to head for the locker room, desperately needing a shower. And a drink.

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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[sopebubbles]

Chapter 8

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Chapter summary: Jimin and the boys deliver the news to Y/N...and the world

Warnings: none :)

WC: 3k

You opt for passing time in the living room, since the curtains in the guest room let in too much light. After eating some reheated leftovers from last night, for a while you try to read through comments on Twitter, and even though quite a large percentage are kind and supportive of Jimin, it's not long before your eyeballs are throbbing and causing your head incredible pain, so you give it up. You fall asleep again for a while after Mochi settles until you hear the front door opening and you suddenly jolt awake. You couldn't have expected to be greeted with six out of seven members of BTS when Jimin flicks on the lights.

"How are you?" Jimin asks when he sees how you wince.

"I'm fine. You didn't have to bring all this muscle to get me out. My bag's already packed," you mumble. You didn't think the prospect of leaving was going to hurt as bad as it does. "I guess they'll want to be sure though."

Jimin chuckles and shakes his head as he sits on the couch in front of you. "You're not going anywhere, Y/N."

Your eyes, which were on your belly before, lift up to look at him. "I'm not?"

"Not as long as I can help it," he smiles back. 

"Why not?" Your face scrunches in confusion. 

"Because your new boyfriend here drove a hard bargain," Hoseok chimes in. 

"Boyfriend?" Your head turns to Hoseok, the look of confusion deepening on your face, but he just giggles. Then you feel Jimin take your hand to draw your attention back to him. 

"Here's the thing, Y/N. The company has decided-"

"More like agreed," Yoongi interjects. 

"Shut up. That it would be best if we confirm the rumors and tell the world I'm your boyfriend and the father of your baby." You can see in Jimin's face that he's nervous for your reaction, but your only reaction is to become more confused. 

You blink at him a few times. "But that's a lie."

"I lie that costs the company less money than the truth," Taehyung adds before receiving a smack from Jin.

"But if we're saying you're the father, then what about- how does Jeongguk feel about this?" You ask loudly, searching for the man as he hides behind the others.

"See this is what's great about Y/N," the youngest responds. "She's the first person to ask how does Guk feel about this? Guk is angry."

"Gukkie-"

"Don't Gukkie me, Jimin! You're taking my child from me!" Jeongguk shouts, which has you clutching your head once again.

"Jeongguk, lower your voice," Jimin warns. He stands up to look his brother in the eyes. "I have no intention of taking your child away from you. Yes, to the world I will be her father, but I promise she'll always know the truth and if you stay involved like you ought to there's no reason it should seem any different to her."

"Oh my god, my baby is gonna be so fucked up," you groan, and for some reason that makes Yoongi laugh. "Don't I get any say in this?"

Jimin looks down at you. He does feel bad for making this decision without consulting you. But he didn't feel as though he had a lot of choice and he knew you wouldn't agree before it was approved.

"Yeah, Y/N. Of course you have a choice. I won't make you go along with this. But the only other choice is to leave and never look back. It would mean Jeongguk never gets to know his kid, and losing a family that wants to support you."

At that you see four other heads nod behind Jimin.

"For what it's worth, I don't want to miss out on my niece or nephew. And I'd be more than happy to help in any way I can," Taehyung speaks up. 

"And my wife Ari is an expert in all things baby. My kids will love their new cousin, too," Jin tells you happily. 

"And Hobi and I don't really have anything to offer, but we don't want to see you go either," Yoongi smirks. 

"I have things to offer…" Hobi mutters. 

"Like what?" Yoongi fires back. 

"Like… money," he chuckles. Meanwhile Jeongguk muscles past Jimin to sit on the couch with you. 

"Look, Y/N, I know that I'm basically the bad guy here, but for what it's worth, today really showed me that I don't want to lose my child. Not for a moment. I want to be involved every step of the way. I don't want to miss his or her life. I'm sorry that this insane plan of Jimin's is the only way we can do that now, but I promise I'll do anything to make that up to you."

"Okay, well, now I'm not feeling like I have much of a choice," you sigh. But that's okay because as insane of an idea as fake dating Jimin is, it's still a better option than having to disappear, and you guess having two fathers is better than having none. You realize everyone is still looking at you, waiting for an answer. "We don't have to get married do we?"

"Uh. No." Jimin bites his lips. 

"Not yet anyway," Taehyung mutters to the others, eliciting masked laughter. 

"Fine. I'll go along with this whole relationship thing," you grumble.

There's a tangible sense of relief in the room at your words and Yoongi and Hoseok both clap. "I'm going home for a nap," Yoongi informs you all. "Welcome to the family, Y/N." He gives you a quick thumbs up before he heads for the front door. 

Hobi comes to fall on the couch and gives you a tight hug from the side. "We'll have time to get to know each other later. Today might be a bit much," he says before he gets up to catch up with Yoongi. "Oh! And you should check out my sister's YouTube videos. She vlogged her whole pregnancy!" He slips out the door before you can tell him you've already watched them.

"Y/N," Jin starts cheerily as he fills the space left by Hoseok. "Jimin told me about your condition. My wife had that the first time. Would you like me to show you some dishes to add to your diet?" Jin offers. 

"Now?" Your eyes widen at him. 

"Sure! I mean, assuming Jimin has anything in his refrigerator. You've gotta eat," Jin reminds you. 

"Don't tire her too much, hyung," Jimin warns as the eldest helps you off the couch. 

"Don't fuss," you respond, almost missing the way Jeongguk leaves the apartment, doing his best to go undetected. You think for a moment that you should stop him, but the look on his face suggests he needs some time to think. Besides, you have to remind yourself that there's nothing you really owe him beyond what you've already promised.

As Jin pulls you to the kitchen to prepare lunch, Taehyung talks to Jimin about how he'll do his live.

"You were quite convincing in the meeting today," Tae tells him. "If we hadn't all known the facts we might have believed you. I think that investment guy fell for it. But for ARMY you'll have to do it with a little less aggression."

"Of course," Jimin nods nervously. He's still afraid that you're mad at him, but he is also sad about lying to ARMY. He can't help thinking about all the fans who had jumped to his defense to say he would never hide something from them. But it had to be done. He just hopes it won't all be for nothing. 

"It's gonna work out in the end, Jimin-ah," Tae reassures him, reading his expression perfectly. "And this will bring you closer together, so eventually you can be together for real."

Jimin's eyes snap to Taehyung's and give him a questioning look. 

"Don't bother lying to me or yourself, Jimin. It was just yesterday I let you ramble on about her for 20 minutes. You're falling in love with her. And it's scary because this situation is complicated, but at least now if you let yourself get even closer to her it will only help."

Jimin can only shake his head. "It feels wrong when you put it like that. Like I meant to trap her or something."

"Maybe on a subconscious level you did. Maybe you wanted to secure your future happiness. Maybe you just didn't want to lose her. Either way, don't let the opportunity slip through your fingers now." Tae gives the smaller man's shoulder a squeeze. "But anyway the only reason I even brought it up was to say that you should let those feelings guide you when you talk about her. It will make it easier to tell the parts that aren't true. People will ask you about her. Just let your feelings for her show when you talk about her and no one will doubt it."

Jimin sighs and hangs his head in his hands. Despite the fact that he's saved the day in the bigger picture, he can't escape the guilty feeling of forcing you to take part in the lie as well. He fears it will only make you resent him. 

"Why don't you just sit and watch for now," Jin suggests when you admit to being a bit dizzy. Hearing this Jimin pushes aside his more nebulous anxieties about the future to focus on the worries right in front of him.

"Do you want to go lay down? I can get the instructions from Jin hyung," Jimin offers with a soothing hand on your back.

You flash him a small smile that relaxes and excites him at the same time. At the very least you must not be very angry with him. "I'm okay. Just a little dizzy standing. As soon as I lay down mochi will decide to have a party anyway."

Jimin grins brightly. "She's going to be a little trouble maker isn't she?"

"She already is," you agree.

"Ha! Got you to say she again!" Jimin points out proudly and you just roll your eyes.

"Jimin-ssi, it doesn't matter what they are. We'll love them no matter who they turn out to be." Your hands rub your belly fondly.

"I'm telling you, hyung, it's going to be a girl. I can feel it." 

Jimin turns to Jin to hear his take, but the oldest member is merely staring at the two of you. He's stunned to find just how close you two really are. He hadn't expected something so comfortable between the two of you. He knew Jimin had been helping you a lot, and that you were accepting it (mostly), but he had no idea that when he saw you genuinely interact that you'd seem so much like….well, a couple. You were certainly convincing as one and you weren't even trying to pretend for him. For a moment, he could see a happy little family forming before he remembered what a fantasy it all was. Jin pushed the topic from his mind, never addressing the gender issue, and finished creating his healthy meal. When it was finished he left it for the two of you to share and offered to drive Taehyung home, leaving you alone.

"I'll have to go live in a little bit to confirm our relationship," Jimin says quietly after countless minutes pass in semi-awkward silence.

"I don't have to go on, do I?" You feel a moment of panic at the thought. 

"No, you'd better stay far away," he assures you, and you sigh in relief. Another minute passes while Jimin watches you pick at your food without raising any of it to your mouth. 

"I'll do my best to shield you and Mochi from any hate," he promises. "But.."

"It's inevitable," you shrug. Really the thought had only barely occurred to you.

"Tell me what's worrying you?" His tone is pleading and his eyes soft, almost desperate. It's rare that so much silence exists between you and he'd rather hear all your terrible thoughts than feel as distant as he feels from you right now.

You give him a sad smile. "Honestly there are so many things, it's hard to hold on to one long enough to dwell on it. It's probably just the concussion." You turn away from his sad eyes and back to your food. 

"Y/N," he starts, his voice catching nervously in his throat. "I understand if you're mad at me for this. I should have talked to you, but I honestly wasn't sure how it was going to go or what I would do until I walked into that meeting and-"

"I'm not mad at you, Jimin," you assure him softly.

"You're not?"

You look at him with a weak smile. "I understand why you did it. You want us to be part of your family. And that's something I can't offer Mochi on my own. If I were to go away, we would be completely alone in the world. No grandparents or cousins or aunts and uncles. And I don't want them to grow up without a father. So, as messy as this is going to be, it's better to have a dozen people who love them rather than just me. You're giving them that. I'm not mad."

When you're finished, Jimin goes over some details with you to 'get your story straight' and then he helps you to bed so you can rest your eyes. You can hear his voice in the living room as he goes live.

"Annyeonghaseyo, ARMY," Jimin greets calmly, having to force his usual smiling yet shy demeanor a bit. His eyes flicker around the screen as he goes silent for several seconds, watching as the number of viewers climb and the hearts sent his way soar. He watches comments scroll by greeting him and many giving messages of support.

"Many of you assumed I'm here to talk about the pictures from last night. I'm here to tell you the truth. The woman I was with last night is my girlfriend, Y/N. And yes, she's seven months pregnant with our child."

In his apartment one floor above, Jeongguk sits on his couch, clutching a glass of vodka in one hand while the other grips his phone so tight he thinks he might crack the screen. He feels like less than nothing. Some deep biological instinct roars inside of him, at him, why couldn't he be the one to put aside his own vanity and his career, just so that the world could know he was the one who had created what he was sure was the most perfect child growing within you. 

"I'm so sorry that I kept this from you, ARMY," Jimin continues to speak to millions, his voice wavering sincerely from his guilt for lying about the lie. "Y/N and I have been together for two years. The reason we didn't tell anyone is because she works at HYBE and female employees are forbidden from dating idols. Y/N is so good at her job and we didn't want to risk her losing it, so we kept our relationship hidden. Sometimes you just have to do whatever it takes for love. I hope you can forgive me."

Jimin pauses again as he reads some of the comments flying by. Surely some of them are messages of disapproval and repudiation, but the only ones he seems to grasp onto are the messages of love. Purple hearts adorn most of them. 

"Borahae," Jimin smiles brightly into the camera. "Y/N? No, she won't be coming on the live today. She's resting because she's injured. That's why we were at the hospital yesterday. Please, everyone, I beg you to be respectful of her privacy and her safety." More comments come in echoing your and Jimin's right to privacy and how any true fan would leave you in peace. "Y/N is wonderful! I'm sure you'd all love her. Many of you probably do without even knowing because she's a producer on Run BTS so she's probably made some of your favorite episodes."

Jimin answers a few more benign questions about the two of you and your baby - for now we just call it Mochi - and then he signs off. Once he's sure everything is powered off and put away he comes back into your room. 

"I think that went pretty well," Jimin says cheerfully from the doorway when he sees you haven't fallen asleep. You nod at him. "Do you need anything? Feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," you nod again. "I've been laying here trying to do a kick count, but I keep getting distracted and losing count."

"I-is that something I can help with?" Jimin wonders, not sure what you're even talking about.

You shrug. "I don't see why not. As long as you don't mind laying down with us for a while."

Jimin smiles wide. "I don't mind at all." Jimin comes around the bed to climb into the spot he slept in last night. "What do I need to do?"

"Just put your hand here." You take his hand and press his palm against where you have been having lots of movement today. "And each time you think you feel movement, you count it. It doesn't have to be a kick or punch. If you think you feel it just count it. Hopefully we get 10 in an hour." 

Jimin looks at his phone to check the time. "Alright," he whispers and the two of you fall silent once again, although it's a bit more comfortable now. For an immeasurable moment the two of you lay watching each other's faces. Jimin counts aloud when he feels a movement, but his eyes never leave your face as he studies it carefully. Eventually your eyes begin to close, but still his never leave your features. As soon as he counts ten, he lets his eyes close too and falls asleep beside you.

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[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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[stormblessed95]

See I'm not a tkk troll but a jkkr but now I'm starting to think taekook are real and tkkrs were right all this time. And just because many were against them they became toxic. Regarding jimin, either they were just hating him because they got jealous or he is indeed doing FS.

Everytime we see now tkk are spending a lot of time together. In random pics it's tkk who's together and not Jikook, but in content coming from company somehow these thing is opposite. There tkk are asked to say they are not close, not spending much time behind scenes along with lot of playful moments intiated by Jimin. Tae's best friend's brother just posted a pic of tkk playing together, that said best friend who has met BTS is only following JK and Tae on insta (I wonder why and funny because we may take this as a Jkk moment if it happened or link Tae to someone else if something like this happened ), tae posting a lot of JK pics, talking a lot about him, them going to hangout in busan. Just take busan vlive for eg, how he put arms around JK unprovoked but never does that if it is some other member. I want to say a lot but then you will label me as 'tkk troll' and ignore..

I literally have had tkkrs on here that I've interacted with and not called them trolls. You don't want to be called a troll. Don't act like a troll. It's honest to God that simple. You don't need to lie. Just say what you think and go. Pretending to be a jkkr while saying Tae only ever puts his arm around JK in vlives is just silly and not true (i mean just a few months ago he was putting an arm around Jin and kissing him on the head during their vlive with the others or pulling Hobi back into his lap for cuddles during the vlive or putting his arm around Jimin, etc etc etc).

I just heard about the bowling picture, if that's true it's great and I hope they have fun and maybe then they were talking about their bowling trip invite when Tae mentioned talking to him earlier. Which is amazing. I take all that with a grain of salt though too. I've already covered all of your other points in plenty of other posts. So not worth rehashing for me personally. Ship who you want anon. I'll wish you well. No skin off my back.

I will say though that don't pretend to be a jkkr and then say the company tells taekook to say they aren't close and that jikook don't hang out in their personal time when that's been proven incorrect many times. Just say, "I think I'm beginning to think taekook are real." And go on your merry way! Idk why you need to tell ME though. You don't need my approval love. Ship away! Just leave Jimin out of it, yeah? I think your wrong but why does that matter? And you aren't that special, I ignore lots of asks. Lol if you just really want attention, ask or DM me. I delete lots of asks I get. It's just how it goes. I deleted an ask from someone who I generally very much so enjoy talking to on this hell site about minimoni because it was a topic of conversation I just didn't want to invite into my space at this time. And when I told them, they were very understanding about it. No troll name calling involved either.

Enjoy your time as a taekooker anon. I hope it brings you the happiness you want it to 😅 there are tons of tkkr blogs here as well that would be more than happy to hear your "conversion" story too. But honestly, even if you really are/were a jkkr, I'm not the head of the organization. You don't need to turn in your 2 weeks notice to me. You can actually just leave the "shipdom" at any time. 💜 you don't need my validation or approval to make your own choices.

[davinashifts333]

WHAT SLEEPING NEXT TO NAMJOON WOULD BE LIKE PT. 1:

⚫️summary; Y/N is a famous singer/actress & she is also dating Kim Namjoon. she is best friends with the BTS boys so when the time comes for season 2 of their show In The Soop, they invite her to stay with them for the week. KNJxFAMOUS!READER.

⚠️warnings; implied smut, dating a celebrity (because yes it is tough), insomnia, swearing, but in all realness, INSANE FLUFF BECAUSE JOONIE SLEEPING IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. also 18+ gtfo, idc about being nice anymore lol. everyone else may stay.

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-Namjoon would first start showing signs of exhaustion during dinner, well whatever you could consider a ramyeon & beer at 1-2 am with the boys.

-he would look at you, all lovingly even with his droppy eyes, dimples peeking through while he smiles watching you laugh at something JK had said to Hobi.

-Hobi notices & he calls him out; “Namjoonah. You’re exhausted. Go to bed.” this would only cause Namjoon to shake his head denying his body’s weight beginning to take a toll on him.

-you & Hobi being like brother & sister just exchange looks & you nod. getting up to take Namjoon to bed.

-“Ooooooo! Y/N is gonna be in control tonight ah?” JK jokes only to earn a smack to the back of the head from Namjoon.

-you run off dragging Namjoon by the hand while you laugh at his gestures.

-once you get to the room Namjoon becomes the big baby everyone knows him to be.

-he drapes his legs over you as you both fall onto the couch, his arms only pulling you closer.

-“Jagi, i love you so much. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have you.” he would murmur into your neck. now, this man is huge compared to you so you’d be damn near choking.

-“Joonie baby, i love you too but i can’t breathe.” you’d chuckle as he’d worriedly move to a more comfortable position. you now laying between his legs as he played with your hair on his chest.

-the warmest cuddles you could ever imagine.

-this man really decides to get naked & lay down in bed face down. (his indicator of needing a massage but too shy to ask for it.) you obviously climb on top of him & start massaging his back.

-pain & pleasure causing him to get so comfortable yet aroused.

-he flips you onto your back & just starts making out with you out of nowhere. but it’s not lustful, it’s so full of love & passion, he can’t explain it.

-when you come down from the heated moment you pick a shirt of his from the closet & throw it on before jumping back into bed next to him.

-you both decide to put on some calming music & you begin to scroll on twitter.-“Read to me, Joonie?” those for words, make his heart skip a beat every time. he tells the guys on occasion how it makes him just as happy as you saying i love you to him does.

-you two spend the next 2-3 hours just being in each other's presence & taking in the sound of one another's heart beats.

-dating Namjoon was always a dream from the moment you met him at your brother/sister's recording studio. but being in bed with him & being ultimately vulnerable with him was unreal.

-as he read to you he would stroke your hair & places small kisses on your temple realizing that you really were the one & true love of his life.

-if you had tattoos, he would trace them as you spoke about your favorite moments in the chapters he had read you.

-the intimacy would overwhelm him & he would being to tear up, startling you.

-"Baby, what's wrong? Are you hurting? I could move over, I-." He would shake his head grabbing your face, touching your forehead to his.

-"No, no, no. I'm perfect. I- I'm happy. I'm so happy with you here, I am... In love with you Y/N..." He sucks in a deep breath as your jaw drops & tears begin to fall from your eyes.

-"You know, it's been almost 3 years of us being together & you saying that still makes my heart flutter." You say now connecting your lips to his in the most passionate way possible.

-listening to the boys who were in the room on the other side of the wall, shouting while they play video games at 4 am.

-moving rooms because you know Namjoon is a light sleeper.

-getting cozy again & Namjoon finally being able to fall asleep.

-his light snores next to your head as his exhaustion finally takes over.

-the feeling of being his & being loved by him still causing you butterflies as you know he felt the exact same way.

-being in bed with Namjoon is something you will never get completely used to because there is always something new going on but somehow it always feels like home. Both of your hearts beating as one while your eyes lock, thoughts rushing into one another's mind as if you could easily hear what the other was thinking.

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MORE TO COME! ENJOY! 🫶🏼