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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter III: Blue
Pairing:Â Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader
Genre:Â Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends intoâ, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut
Summary:Â BTSâs V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.
Warning: Fighting, flashbacks (fluff, when they were little đ„č)
Word Count: 6.4k
Chapter III: Blue || Series Masterlist
Taehyung stared mundanely at the scribbled notepad laying on the desk of his studio. His gel-inked pen tapped rhythmically onto the surface as he licked his lips Short phrases were written across the sheet, insignificant notes in the corners, like, groceries or calling someone, but most of the space was taken up by doodles he drew out of boredom. He didnât get very far today, maybe a sentence or two, but he doubted itâll make sense. He breathed out and lightly threw his pen on the table before leaning back into the chair. Coming here was a bad idea.
Taehyung crafted many songs within this very room, Scenery, Blue & Grey, Winter Bear, and other unreleased content. He remembered the motivation he once had, the passion inside, and now there was a lack of it.
It has been a while since he stepped into the studio. After the break, he didnât go into the HYBE building in hopes it did something to ease himself. But after almost a month of being away, Taehyung felt isolated as he only stayed home and went to therapy. But when he didnât have to go in, he didnât want to be home, so heâd go out, and that was about it. He acted like a potato when in actuality, he was a multi-billion-won idol.
He assumed coming back to the studio would be a nice change, maybe even pull out a song or two for his solo album. Everyone in the group has been working diligently on their individual projects with Hoseok having his album coming out. The only person that wasnât working was Taehyung.
At least he and his members had some kind of agreement that he should pause his professional life. But then, it slowly went into a rant from Namjoon and Seokjin about his well-being and he disassociated from the conversation.
He had a few events in his schedule, but that was about it. With the amount of free time the idol had, he didnât know what to do.
Actually, that was a straight-up lie. He did know, but he didnât know how to because it revolved around you.Â
It has been a few days since he ran into you. If he was honest, when you said that, it fucking hurt, like hearing your voiceâthe voice that brought him solaceâtelling him to leave you alone, it brought stabs to his chest. You were so cold within that short exchange, it wasnât how he remembered you.
But it was still you.
You were still his Blue.
âBlue!!â Taehyung shouted as he barged into your room without notice.
On the floor resting on your stomach, you were coloring in your coloring book with colored pencils. You dragged the tinted led within the lines and filled the blank spaces. You were too focused on your activity, unintentionally ignoring your best friend.
âBlue!â He called your endearing nickname as he laid his body on top of you, squishing you in the process.
âOof, Hyungie!â You whined his nickname, trying to push him away and he was heavier than you.
âNotice me!â He giggled before rolling off of you before he positioned himself right next to you as you proceeded with your coloring. âHey! Hey!!!â
You puffed, closing your book to turn to your friend. âYes?â
âI have something for you!â He announced with a cheeky grin. You leaned your cheek into the palm of your hand, letting it carry some weight as you waited for him. He reached behind him and dug into his back pocket, then pulled out a smooth rock. âTada!!â
You gasped, âOoo, this is the prettiest one yet!â You opened your unoccupied palm out to him. He passed the stone and you examined the newest one in your collection. The size was small enough to hold between your minuscule thumbs and forefinger as the ivory-beige surface reflected from the sunlight spilling through your window. You followed the glimmer as it flashed on the cheeks of your best friend.Â
You lowered your hand as you grinned happily, âI love it, Hyungie!â You threw yourself onto him to give your famous âblugsâ as Taehyung loved to call them, also known as Blue hugs as they always made him happy or calmed him down.
He wrapped his arms around you as your cheeks touched with his, âYou can add them to your collection.â You nodded as you got up from the floor to head into your closet where your collection box of various pebbles or rocks was stashed.
It wasnât completely filled, maybe at most seven, as it only started a couple of months ago. You enjoyed it though and Taehyung knew you loved it so he too helped out with your hobby. Almost every single day, you begged him to find a rock for you.
You asked him before if he wanted to start a collection as well, but he said he didnât need to since he was fine with the one he had. You were confused by what he said, but he clarified it by saying, âYouâre the only rock I want.â
As you settled your newest one to the edition, you heard Taehyung speak, âBlue, do you wanna play with me and some kids at the playground?â
Your eyes widened at the suggestion. You werenât that keen on leaving the house today. Youâd rather stay home and color. Your neck extended back to him and you said, âUhh, you can go without me.â
But your response only made your best friend pout, âBut I love having you there, Blue.â
âW-will there be a lot of kids there?â You stammered, you fully turned your body to him and tilted your head.
âIâm not sure, but your grandma and my mom said yes!â He beamed a smile at you, only making you give in to him. You loved seeing him happy.
âOkay,â You nodded with a gentle smile back, but Taehyung somehow knew it was slightly discomforted. âYouâll play with me, right?â
Taehyung crawled towards you to put his hands on your shoulders. You stared at your large sparkling irises, waiting for him to speak. âI will always play with you, Blue. Just play a game or two with everyone.â
Your rosy cheeks protruded out, showing the authenticity of your smile. He loved that look on you. He squished your cheeks together and shook you a bit, causing you to whine at his playfulness.
âDonât leave my side, okay?â You asked as reassurance.
âIâm never leaving your side, I swear.â He promised as he crossed his heart through his twisted fingers over his chest.
âThen letâs go!â You cheered before grabbing his hand to pull him up and run out of your house together.
Taehyung smiled softly at the memory. Rocks and playing at the park with other children seemed like strenuous tasks when you were younger. Looking back, he wished it was your only problem now.
You two trusted one another throughout your childhood, helping one another out. Whether it was helping to participate in socialization or homework, it was difficult but you eventually overcame it together. All without leaving each other behind.
It was always you two, Blue and Hyungie, a complete package to everyoneâs eyes despite some of them begging to differ. They knew they couldnât pull you both apart. It was merely impossible.
Funny how things changed. The broken promises, the hostility between each otherâwell, one-sided,âthe impossible became possible.
He didnât anticipate the meet because what were the odds? You werenât one to move or go into the big city, because of how you were. You were so shy, quiet, and hesitant about a lot of things. But again, who knew? He hasnât known what youâve done through the years passed.
He knew what you had together was strained and it stung, but the moment he saw you, he knew. All the memories, all the years of friendship, all the promises were back, and most importantly, you were back.
He was determined to get you back into your lives. Heâll do what it takes.
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âWhy do you keep staring at the entrance?â
You averted your attention to your curious coworker. It was your night shift again, but today was slower than usual, especially for a Friday night. Maybe your usual customers were drunk elsewhere hitting on younger presenting women. Since it was too slow that no one was here, you had a break with Kenji as he slurped up noodles in front of you.
âIâm not? Just daydreaming.â You muttered, leaning your arms on the table. You eyed the tarp before you played with the straw of your drink.
âNo, youâre waiting for someone to come,â Kenji smirked. âSpecifically someone named V?â
âNo,â You clipped as you rolled your eyes. âAnd why would someone have a single letter for a name? Fucking stupid.â
âYou say no but Iâve been watching you do the same thing the past three days.â
âAre you spying on me, you creep?â You scoffed as you sipped your beverage.
âItâs an observation, especially when youâre working less than me. Thatâs not supposed to happen!â Kenji rambled his stressor onto you, but you remained unaffected. After gathering himself together, he cleared his throat. âLook, though you seem to act like you want nothing to do with him, you clearly want to see him again.â
âNo, I donât.â You replied shortly. âI-Iâm just waiting for another customer to come in. Itâs slow and I actually want to work unlike you.â
âWhatever.â He rolled his eyes before going back to his food. You then heard the tarp open, ready to serve the customer. You stood up and looked in that direction, only to frown publicly.
The customer before you had the eyes you didnât openly want to see but can spot kilometers away even with your poor vision. He dressed more casually, in a hoodie and loose pants with a mask covering his face. You noticed it was only him, no Seojoon or Wooshik which deflated you a bit. Wasnât he famous and needed bodyguards everywhere he went? What was Taehyung doing here alone on a Friday night?
âKen, can you serve them? I have dishes to do in the back.â You tried excusing yourself, feeling Taehyungâs eyes on you.
âNo, since youâre so passionate about serving the customers.â He said tersely as he munched on his noodles.
You grimaced at your coworker before glaring at him. You grabbed a menu and nodded towards any seat for him. He smiled back with ease and you hated it. You watched as he took the corner seat in the front, facing the back.
You cautiously walked towards him and placed the menu in front of him. âWelcome, how may I help you?â You spoke monotonously.
âIâll have water and coke for now,â He asked sweetly. The tone was poisonous to your dark aura towards him but did your best to not show it. You hummed boringly before turning away from him to get his drinks. You donât see it, but his eyes never left yours and it can be felt.
As you walked to the back, you heard Kenji say, âHave fun with your boy toy.â He stage whispered. Without turning your head, you merely flipped him off before you grabbed some cups. You heard Kenji let out his annoying laughter.
You came back to Taehyungâs table with his order in your hands. You placed them down before pulling out your mini booklet to write the orders. âWhat would you like?â
âHow are you?â Taehyung asked as he looked up at you. Your eyes pulled away from the blank pad to get a good look at the idol. His expression held genuine curiosity and wonder toward you.
You didnât like the feeling he gave you, so your only way to refute was through passive-aggressive statements. âWhat would you like, sir?â
â___, thatâs too formal. You can call meââ
âI donât care, what would you like to order?â You were brusque, despite him being a customer. It couldnât be helped. If ignoring him wasnât working, maybe anger would.
Taehyung frowned and a slight nip to his chest at the way you spoke to him. You detected his hurt, but you say nothing and waited for him to order. Knowing he needed to do a bit more effort but had to do it carefully, he sighed and ordered like any regular customer. You did your typical report back as confirmation before ringing in his dishes.
While waiting for his meal and for you to come back, Taehyung spotted the messages on his phone. They were all coming from Clara which made him pull a face of discomfort. Didnât she have something to do tonight? The majority of the messages asked where he was or if heâll be home for dinner, the standard bug of annoyance within his daily life.
He quickly texted back saying no and that he was out with friends as an excuse. Maybe sheâll leave him alone after that.
It was only until Clara texted at a record speed saying that she told him to go have fun and how she loves him when he saw you coming back with one of his dishes. Though he read it, he didnât text back and locked his phone before you were near his peripheral vision. He shined an exciting grin on your animosity as you settled the plate down. You muttered a quick âenjoyâ and were about to turn away until he called for you.
Your eyes met his and waited for his request. âCome sit with me.â
âCanât, Iâm busy with work.â You answered swiftly, not wanting to be near him.
Taehyung scanned the empty restaurant and cocked an eyebrow. âThereâs no one here.â
âAnd so? I have other things to do besides attend to customers.â You snapped back. You didnât bother to even wait for his answer as you went back to the kitchen to retrieve his other food. You noticed Kenji moved leisure spots as he was now sitting on one of the kitchen surfaces. He too viewed your irritated demeanor, trying to grab all the dishes at once.
âYou got him all to yourself, you know?â Kenji grinned as he grabbed a baby carrot on the side.
âShut up, it wasnât my choice anyway because of your lazy ass.â You retorted, collecting the plates to your tray.
âI can sense that he did something to already annoy you.â He continued to speak without your consent. âWell, I donât think he even needs to tââ
âYou either help me pass these to him or else Iâll rip your nuts off.â You threatened before you stared deadly at his frightened expression. He got off his butt and assisted you with the food. He followed behind you out of the kitchen with a filled tray.
While you and he silently placed the orders on the idolâs table, Taehyung couldnât help but stare at you. He begged for your attention, but you werenât having it. He was trying his best to approach you gently, but it almost seemed impossible with how you were towards him. The only thing that was helping him was the fact that you needed to serve him.
âEnjoy your meal!â Kenji bowed at the idol with a smile while you stood straight with crossed arms.Â
Taehyungâs eyes flicked from you to Kenji, getting an idea out of nowhere. âW-would you both like to sit and eat with me? This is awfully a lot for one person?â
You rolled your eyes at what he was trying to do. âWell, thatâs your fault. You ordered them soââ
âAnything for the customer!â Kenji exclaimed before grasping your arm and pulling you to sit down in front of Taehyung. Your coworker settled next to you and thanked Taehyung for the meal.
You turned towards Kenji and squinted, âYou already ate and you do realize thââ
âI donât care. Free food.â The younger man shrugged as he adjusted the chopsticks to his liking before digging into the food with no shame whatsoever. He shoved various vegetables and meats into his filled mouth without even chewing which disgusted you.
â___, arenât you gonna eat?â Your eyes shifted to Taehyung who had yet to eat his food, tilting his head.
âIâm not hungry.â You said. It was a lie, but you refused to give him the satisfaction.
âAre you suââ
âShe hasnât eaten since breakfast.â Chunks of food flew out of Kenjiâs mouth, making you both grimace at him.
But the very discovery of you not eating for hours had Taehyung concerned. The idol frowned in worry as he pushed the bowl of beef bone soup to you. âYou need to eat more, itâs not healthy to skip meals.â He expressed before adding spicy sauce, garlic, and mints to the bowl. âI remembered this is your favorite and you loved putting these inside.â He recollected from memories with a proud smile.
You hated that your chest slightly tightened at how he remembered your favorite soup and toppings. It was something you were passionately particular with, especially with your soups since you loved the kick to it. âNo, thanks. Itâs not my favorite anymore.â You lied again as you leaned back into the chair. You refused to give him that pleasure.
âOh.â Taehyungâs lips thinned into a line before looking down at the other plates.
Kenji raised an eyebrow at the encounter. He questioned how a worldâs famous idol knew you and judging by appearance, tried to gain some sort of acceptance from you. He also wondered what happened between you two. But right now, you were making the atmosphere awkward, and wanted to enjoy his meal.
âYah, just eat it! Donât care if it isnât your favorite.â Kenji muffled with food in his mouth. âBe grateful heâs feeding rats like us!â
Well, that did it because now you felt guilty about your childish behavior. Yes, it was irrational but to give to Taehyung, it wasnât. He, unlike every human, didnât deserve your kindness.
Still, knowing that Kenji would grow irritated at you for giving up a free meal, you let it go just this once. So you wordlessly picked up the spoon while dragging the bowl more to you. You scooped broth and sipped the warmth delicacy. Jesus, it hit the spot after starving for hours.
âEat well, ___.â Taehyung desired for you with a gentle chuckle. The vibrations in his chest were evident, letting you remember the joy it rung in the past when he was with you. You eyed him out, consuming the meat the soup came with. You showed no effort to show your appreciation other than eating.
Though Taehyung got hurt by your overlook, he tried to feel better due to the fact you were still in front of him. He too began eating, but he attempted to start conversations with both of you. However, only Kenji was willing to yap his ass off, telling the idol his whole biography from start to finish.
Unluckily for an oblivious Kenji, Taehyung didnât care as his gaze kept on your quiet state. You did not participate whatsoever and it showed as you made it blatantly obvious yet polite that you wanted to leave after finishing your meal within ten minutes.
Taehyung remembered how you would eat so fast especially when youâre hungry. Satisfaction ran across his body, staring at your familiar features. There were little things that heâd always remember about you, yet you remained stubborn in proclaiming youâve changed.
âSo how do you two know each other?â The question Kenji blurted out threw you both off. He went from talking about the time he stepped on a prickly coral in Busan to wanting to know the gossip between you too.
Taehyung blinked before furrowing his eyebrows, âUhh, we are childhood best friends since we were five and six.â His tone was rather prideful for realizing how long he has known you.
âWere. We were childhood best friends.â You corrected as you sipped on some water. âNot anymore.â
The idol felt disheartened. He assumed no one in your life knew who he was to you if Kenji had to ask. âYouâre still my best friend.â
âWell, youâre not for me.â You immediately shut down, somewhat regretting the poison youâve given.
Taehyung sighed and nodded, but it wasnât for acceptance but for acknowledgment. âWhen my friends and I came here the other night, it was the first time I saw ___ in years so itâs nice to know a familiar unforgettable face like hers.â
âOh, please.â You mumbled, scowling at his lying words which the idol caught.
âItâs true,â Taehyung murmured, yet his words were very much coherent to the workers. You thinned your lips, not buying into anything that came out of his mouth.
âWow, so you knew V of BTS before he was even famous?â Kenji asked you in astonishment.
You couldnât hide the fact when the allegations were clear on your face. Plus, putting effort into hiding you knew him required work that you didnât want. âYeah, I guess.â At least you acknowledged you knew him for Taehyungâs distraught sake.Â
âOoh, how exciting!â Kenji cheered. âWas ___ always this bitchy?â
âKenji!â You scowled before slapping his shoulder. Your coworker winced in pain, complaining about what he did.
Chuckling at your interaction with Kenji, Taehyung huffed out, â___ is the sweetest, kindest person youâll ever meet.â
âI beg to differ.â Kenji scowled at you as you stuck your tongue out.Â
âI promise you she is.â The idol reassured, but you didnât like how Taehyung was spreading things you didnât want him to.
Your patience was running thin so you shouted, âYou donât know shââ
âOh my!â Another voice popped out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of the occupants from the table. It was your bosses. âHandsome boy! Youâre back.â
âWhat are you talking about, Halmeoni? Iâve always been right here.â Kenji snorted with a boosting ego.
âYou, hush up.â Harabeoji hissed at Kenji, causing him to pout.
Ignoring her grandson, she continued looking. âHow are you, dear? Thank you for keeping them busy and with company.â
Taehyung shook his hand in disagreement, âOh no, no need to thank me. I enjoyed my meal here the other day. I wanted to come again, and you have excellent servers.â
Though Kenji was pleased with the praise, you had revulsion written on your demeanor. You didnât need his commentary or him.
âHalmeoni, this guy I told you about! Heâs famous, heâs in BTS!â Kenji announced excitedly.
âOh, youâre in BTS?!â The old ladyâs jaw unlocked in shock. She scrutinized Taehyungâs face closer than normal before realizing it. âYou are! Youâre the handsome V! Oh my, V loves our food! Honey, V of BTS loves our meals!â She shouted out to her husband as she slapped his arm in excitement. Harabeoji also bounced in giddy at a celebrity in their restaurant.
Ugh, now the whole restaurant staff knew him and is going googoogaga at the idol.
âAnd ___ knew V from when they were younger.â Kenji didnât need to add that in but he did anyways. You snapped your head back at your coworker and were about to protest but Halmeoni interjected.
â___, how come you never told us?â Your lady boss whined, almost as if she was scolding you.Â
Again, you wanted to vocal yourself out but someone interrupted. âHalmeoni, we actually havenât seen each other in years, so coming here the other night was the first in a while,â Taehyung explained politely.
Halmeoni laughed in delight as she clapped, âMust have been exciting to see him again, right ___?â
You refused to answer that specifically so you merely shrugged. âWould be nice, but he seems fine with all his nice famous friends.â You thought it was a good time to get up and bus the table, so you did and let them continue the conversation without you. Taehyung knew what you were doing, but wasnât able to acknowledge it as your boss spoke again.
âItâs so exciting to meet a celebrity! You work so hard, son.â She praised the idol. Though she meant no harm and he didnât take it with heart, he was a bit vexed. He was indeed an idol and all, but he hated being seen like this in public.Â
âHalmeoni, if you do help me, please donât tell anyone else about me.â Taehyung requested. âI like to be kept hidden in certain situations like this and please, just call me Taehyung.â
You eyed him out when he wasnât looking. Maybe it was protocol for him since he was alone. At least he was polite enough to tell them because you could tell that him hearing âVâ or âBTSâ was bothersome.
âGot it, weâre sorry!â Harabeoji apologized on their behalf.
âNo, no. Itâs fine.â The idol chuckled forcibly to lighten the mood. âJust a special request. Iâd love to come again if no one else disturbs me.â
They all nodded in agreement while you collected the empty plates. While doing so, Taehyung started helping you with it. You glared at him, touching your work. Feeling your anger, he said, âDonât worry, itâs the least I can do for everything.â
âSweet boy.â Your lady boss cooed at your helping hand.
âGreat work, Hyung.â Kenji gave a thumbs up to the idol, feeling like it was only fair to call him that before the younger walked away from the scene. Taehyung didnât seem to mind, but thatâs only because he was too focused on you, wanting to be near you.
When everyone else left to go do whatever, you piled the dishes up and headed down to the kitchen. But not without Taehyung tailing you behind like a little duckling. You barely acknowledged him when you heard the swing door open twice, realizing he was following the entire time. You placed the dirty dishes into the sink for Kenji to do and Taehyung does the same.
You checked the time from the kitchen clock, discovering that it was closing time. So you brushed passed Taehyung to grab a rag and the mop and bucket to clean up for the day. As you wiped down the used table, you heard the bucket roll. You pivoted your head and saw Taehyung starting to mop for you.
Your right eye twitched at the sight before aggressively informing, âYou know you can leave right?â
Taehyungâs eyes went from the floor to your blank expression. He gripped the handle, trying to ease himself from nervousness. You made him agitated with everything he has been doing. It was mainly the fact that he trusted your word when you were younger all the time and you meant well. He still does, but maybe your words were biased against his.
âUhh, wellâŠI havenât paid for the meal yet.â He mentioned as he scratched the back of his neck.
You completely forgot about that, so it was on you. You hummed in response before dropping the rag to head down to the cashier behind the counter. Again, Taehyung came behind and waited in front of the countertop. You pounded the keys to his order before the receipt popped out. You ripped it off before putting it in the checkbook and sliding it to him.
After paying with ease, Taehyung then went back to his previous taskâmopping. You grew puzzled as you caught up to him. Before he could even reach the mop, you rolled it away from him and hogged it. âI told you, you can leave.â
âYeah, I can. But I donât want to.â He countered. He reached out for the mop but you pulled back further. He sighed before he paced towards the rag you dropped on the table to continue to help clean up.
âNo! Fucking leave!â You demanded, but he wasnât listening as he went on wiping the tables. âHey!â
âJust give up, ___!â Kenji called out from the kitchen, watching his entertainment come up. âWe are short staff anyway!â
âWhat do you mean? For a small restaurant, we just need two! Even Halmeoni said she doesnât want anymore because she couldnât even pay no more than us!â You spat back, gaining another headache for the night.
âTrue, but leave it alone!â Your coworker defended. âPlus free labor!â
âI agree!â Halmeoni butted it, agreeing with her grandson.
You pouted furiously, knowing you were losing. Your temper was through the roof being in the presence of him. Though his face was contented and not in an arrogant way, you were irritated at his kindness.
Nevertheless, you went back to your duties as fast and efficiently as possible to shorten your time here. Taehyung was done way before you and even stacked the chairs on the table for you to mop through. You didnât thank him but nodded in acknowledgment as he followed where you were mopping to put them up. You did complain that he went over the mopped areas to which he apologized but that was it.
You were finally done for the night, yet Taehyung was still here. You hung your apron on the rack as you bid your farewells to your bosses and Kenji. But when you tried doing so, everyoneâs attention went towards the idol as they thanked him for his help and gave more sides and dishes to him as a gift.
you were being ignored, so you decided to leave. You were tired enough as is being awake since the early morning. Itâs whatever. Clutching your bag, you sped out of the restaurant and breathed in the outside.
The air wasnât as fresh but at least it wasnât suffocating you like the inside. You had a minor migraine from this whole week and you mentally cried that you werenât going to sleep right away. It was fine. The day was almost over and you could rest once get home.
â___!â
The day wasnât over yet.
Not wanting to deal with him, you began walking your route to the bus stop. Unfortunately for you, the sounds of fast footsteps pitter-pattered behind. You tried to accelerate but due to his size and long legs, he was able to curve in front of you, halting your movement before you could even bump into him.
â___! Please letâs talk.â
âIâm going home.â You informed and you stepped to the side, but Taehyung seemed like a psychic when he knew which direction you were going. âLeavââ
âHow are you, ___? Itâs been a while.â Taehyung sincerely wondered as he looked down at you. You never realized how tall he has gotten, but that didnât matter right now.Â
You grind on your teeth with your lips trembling in rage. Was he seriously going to ask you that despite the very last time you genuinely talked to him? You were so frustrated that you asked, âWhy are you even here? Arenât you gonna get into trouble wandering around the streets alone without your army of bodyguards, Mr. Big Shot?â
You spoke so wicked, it was unlike the best friend he had. You were upset with him, yet he did no harm right now.
âWe have a break from our group, so no, and I donât have bodyguards all the time, I donât wanna talk about that right now,â Taehyung responded carefully and soundly, in contrast to your wrath. â___, I wanted to see you again.â
You laughed incredulously with a touch of ache in your heart. You almost believed him, but then you reminded yourself. âFor someone who told me otherwise, it seems a bit much, isnât it?â
The idol gulped, feeling the guilt consuming him. âIââ
âSave it, Taehyung. We met coincidentally. I didnât expect to see you anywhere near here but it happened. But we should leave it like that. Goodbye.â You nudged your shoulder through him as you passed by, but he clasped your arm in desperation.Â
âB-Blue.â
Your pupils dilated at the sudden use of the childhood nickname he used to call you. The sound of the name coming out of his mouth used to be music to your ears. It brought up unwanted cherished memories that were now in vain. The nickname triggered you, and you fought back the tears that threatened to escape. âDo not fucking call me that!â You tugged back your arm once you finally met his devastated expression. âLeave it as is!â
âButâŠI donât wanna leave it like this!â Taehyung raised his voice, attempting to emphasize his begging.
âWell, I want to! Now go to your many friends who are wayyyyy better.â You hurled back. âGo focus on your rich famous lifestyle with your fucking designer brands and leave me alone!â
â___, please donât be like this.â The idol begged as he stretched out to hold your arm, but you stepped back, refusing to let him touch you.
âWhy not?â You yelled. âItâs been almost ten years since youâve last spoken to me. You donât know what happened, what I went through, and who I am now. At that time, nothing between me and you. You have your members, fans, friends, family, and your dog.â You pattered as you listed things that he wasnât expecting you to know, like his dog that he got way after you. Maybe you did know things, yet there were still things he knew nothing about you. âYou donât need me in it and I donât need you either.â
You decided to end it from there, so you turned your heel and walked your path. When you were at a distance, you heard his gentle voice call out to you. âWhat if I need you now?â The slight crack in the sound grabbed your attention. You looked over your shoulder and peered at him, seeing tears were now falling down his face.
âWhat?â Your tone was more tender, as the way, he looked brought a betrayed concern in you, though you still held your angry face.
âI always needed you, but what if I really need you now?â He sniffled as he stepped hesitantly towards you. You werenât moving away, so he assumed you let him come your way. He wiped the tears away with his hoodie sleeve. âIâm hurting, ___, a-and I donât know how to deal with it. What if I need you now?â
You sighed, âTaehyungââ
âItâs Hyungie, remember? Youâre the first and only one who called me that nickname.â He shook his head. He hated the distance you kept on, it didn't feel right. âHyungie and Blue!âÂ
âNo!â You protested, trying to stand your ground. âJust because youâre going through some shit now should not make me suffice you for what you did.â You controlled your shaking breath, forcing yourself not to cry in front of him, and it was probably one of the hardest things to do. âYou never considered how hurt I was when I lost you in my life, and for good. I lost my best friend that day, the only one that I could truly be myself with, the one who got me out of my shell, the one who made me smile, the one I loved.â You spoke honestly and wholeheartedly while also keeping certain things out because you knew youâd break in front of him. It was for the best anyway.Â
You explained further, getting most of your years of reflection out. âIt was hard, starting all over. Trusting people is harder to get and receive, but it got better over time.â You semi-lied. You had friends here and there, but never consistent. You never had someone else like Taehyung. As much as it pained you to say, there was none like the friendship and love he had for you. âI was able to move on from all of that, and so can you.â You told him while you watched more tears streak down his reddened cheeks. âThe person you need isnât me now, so if youâre trying to find her, I canât help you.â
He exhaled, trying his best not to cry so much in front of you. But his emotions got the better of him. âI admit I was an asshole for hurting you and Iâve always regretted it. But when I say I need you now, I want a friendship with you again. Past you, current you, future you, I donât care! I want to make up for all that weâve missed!â
âNo.â You answered.
âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want to.â
âThatâs not a good reason.â
âWhy do I need a good reason?â You scoffed, refusing to be swayed. âWhat happened in the pastâŠâ
âI know you donât like our previous friendship, but why not like one with me now?â He suggested, but you still werenât moved. Your demeanor remained hard and impenetrable.
âTaehyung, I wanted a friendship with youâI loved our friendship, but you blew it!â You complained as you pinched the bridge of your nose. He wasnât getting you whatsoever. Was this really someone who you deemed as important in your life? Okay, that was a bit harsh. You didnât like that. âWhat makes you think I want one now, knowing what happened before?â
âLike what you said, youâre different and Iâm also different too! Please give me a chance.â He reasoned with a plea. He grabbed your shoulders and somehow you let him as your piercing gaze met his glassy eyes. âPlease. You canât punish me for what I did years back. I was stupid and childish!â
âYou still are,â You whispered. âAnd you canât tell me what to do, so I can. I will punish you for the shit youâve done to me!â
âJesus fuck, I forgot how stubborn you are.â He groaned, jaw clenching in irateness. But refused to let it get to him.Â
You unexpectedly grabbed his forearms in a gentle matter, surprising him with how you were being. But he thought about it too soon when you hauled his hands away for you even pinching it. He winced in pain, rubbing the sore areas when you spat out. âIâm never giving you a chance.â
He shook his head in denial. âBlueââ
âI will not change my mind. I hate you! Go fuck yourself, Kim Taehyung.â You barked as you felt your cheeks heating up in fury. âHave a nice life.â
With that, you finally left him be. You refused to give in. You didnât spare a glance back no matter how many times he called you and your nickname. It hurt, but it had to be done. You knew he sobbed as you walked away. But little did he know, on the bus ride home, you too wept your heart out, seeing how broken you both were.
A/N: I understand how stubborn oc is but thereâs always a reason. Thereâs still more to the plot that have yet to be released đ«Ą Please let me know any feedback. Your comments are greatly appreciated <3
Tagged:Â @manuosorioh @kaal-ee
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SKT Gwiyomi đ€ The Gwiyomi was a bit of a trend in the PH back then. Itâs this Korean tune about being cute and it has these steps to go with it. I needed something for Day 11 of Inktober so I drew SKT doing the steps :)
#skt t1#skt#skt faker#skt peanut#skt blank#skt huni#skt bang#skt wolf#faker#peanut#blank#huni#bang#wolf#lcs#lck#gwiyomi#my friend drew these steps with bts members so i wanted to do it too#i originally wanted to draw tsm but my friend likes peanut and the song is korean so i chose skt instead
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BTS having a tall but timid boyfriend
A/N: Request by: @awkfanboy, this is really long (like 2,6k words oof) and Iâm sorry it took ages to finish. ââ
Namjoon:
Namjoon is the tallest member in BTS, and though heâs not used to be the smaller person for once, itâs not a bad thing at all. Itâs not before one of his fellow members points it out, that Namjoon starts to notice the slight difference in your heights.
With the slight teasing about how Namjoon isnât the tallest anymore, especially from the youngest, the older members like Seokjin also starts to hint about and assume your bedroom situation.Â
Though Namjoon never comments on it. Heâs mature about the teasing and he knows to keep your private matters to himself. In fact, he often refrains himself from smiling due to the rest of the members being so clueless and assuming that your height defines whoâs the more dominant. The two of you are not your average heteronormative couple, starting with the both of you not being straight, so why do the same social expectations apply to you in every aspect?
They just continue with the teasing, taking it for granted since Namjoon never says or does anything against their claims. He wants the members to see for themselves rather than correcting them for judging a book by its cover. Because he also assumed that you would take the lead when it came to sex, and Namjoon doesnât want to appear as a hypocrite.Â
So, when he finally introduces you to his fellow band members, he refrains himself from laughing as their expressions one by one changes into pure surprise. None of them can tear their eyes away from the two of you, and being shy, you naturally hide your face into Namjoonâs neck, to which he just smiles and pulls you closer. Thereâs not really a distinct height difference between the two of you, but itâs still surprising to see your taller and longer frame sitting on Namjoonâs lap.Â
Seokjin:
No one, not even Namjoon believes that you â Seokjinâs tall and intimidating boyfriend, are as shy and cute as he describes you as. âWhat do I have to do, huh? Drag my small baby to meet all of you hyper kids at the same time?â âHyung, Iâm sure [Name] is a lot of things, but small is not one of themâŠâ
It takes a lot, and I mean a lot, of persuasion (and diversity of bribery) from Jinâs side to make you finally accept the fact that you were going to meet them all at once. A pep talk, murmurs of sweet nothings and loving kisses is a big part of it (and it never fails to make you blush, which Seokjin takes great pleasure in â that sadistic bastard).
Seokjin reassures the rest of his bandmates that he under no circumstances was trying to hide you, but then again no one believes that youâre as shy as he makes you out to be. On the other hand, he resonates with you that he wants the most important people in his life to meet.Â
On the big day, neither of you can tell whoâs the most nervous judging by both of your clammy hands (Seokjin simply refuses to let go of your hand). He steers you right away towards the couch when youâre done taking off your outerwear because he knows for a fact that youâre not going to be left alone for the entire evening. The couch is therefor the perfect limbo, he can press himself into your taller and warmer frame at the same time as the members can join you.
 Meeting them isnât as chaotic as you thought it would be, and the members (especially the younger ones) are perplexed, which quickly turns to giddiness. They do not pry much (thanks to Jinâs warning looks and Yoongiâs sharp elbow into Jeonggukâs stomach), but their curious eyes bulge every time your cheeks flush due to Seokjinâs flirty antics, and whenever your hand unconsciously searches for Seokjinâs calming touch. By the end of the day, your boyfriend is wearing a permanent smirk and your ears have never felt warmer due to Seokjin âaccidentally showing off the long scratch marks on his back.Â
Yoongi:Â
Yoongi can be blunt when he wants to, not to mention honest, but there are some aspects of his private life he values too much. One of those being you, of course. The other members know he has a boyfriend of some sort; however, they are rather bad at getting any type of information out of him. Jimin and Seokjin are the nosiest, being two different menaces â one nagging and one too curious for his own good.
From what they have gathered, they know that you are younger than Yoongi and thatâs about it. Despite Yoongi rarely opening up when it comes to the boyfriend topic, he does sometimes slip up. Like that one time you changed his lock screen to the two of you and he forgot to change it back.
Despite his fellow band members constantly begging him to introduce you to them, Yoongi declines every time with no room for any argument. What his members donât know is his reasons for not wanting to introduce you to them just yet. Even after being together for almost four months, youâre still extremely shy and nervous around large groups of people, especially nosy ones. BTS is exactly that and because theyâre considered as his second family, he just knows you will be way more nervous meeting them and to give them a good impression of yourself.Â
When they do meet you, it is just by accident and poor miscalculations. Yoongi had texted you earlier to come over and with a clear signal that the dorm was empty except him. However, it is not your boyfriend who opens the door for you when you arrive. Jimin, who wasnât expecting anyone, mirrors your shocked expression as you both stare at each other for a while. He figures out who you are immediately seeing as Yoongi was everything but subtle when he pulled you after him in a hurried manner towards his room, and he doesnât waste a single second to text everyone about his discovery.Â
When the rest of the members arrive back home, they are met with a pretty funny and slightly pathetic sight. You, a 190cm tall male, trying your best to hide behind your much smaller boyfriend. Your much taller form next to the smallest idols in BTS is a sight to take in. Just like Jimin, all of them are shocked by your height, but also how you behave around Yoongi. With looks as sharp as knives from Yoongi, no one dares to look at the two of you too long nor ask the question at the tip of everyoneâs tongue. This lasts until Yoongi, by accident again, manages to tug your sweater down and expose your hickey covered throat.Â
Hoseok:
When Hoseok starts to date you, everybody knows it. Before they have even met you, BTS knows what your favourite colour is, how you look when you sleep and how many plants you have. He canât particularly help it since youâre his favourite topic and honestly, everyone is rather amazed at him not having exposed your relationship. The weird thing, which Yoongi pinpoints every time you are brought up in a conversation, is that they have yet to meet you.
Being constantly reminded by the otherâs and not having a good answer as to why they havenât met you, makes them slightly annoyed. You are already a huge part of Hoseokâs life and itâs not hard to see how much you affect him in every aspect. A single text from you can make his entire day and he wears the same dreamy smile whenever he returns from a date with you.Â
Thereâs nothing else Hoseok wants to do other than introduce you to them, but he respects your comfort zone and takes your feelings into consideration. If you donât feel ready meeting them, then heâll wait for you 100%. Youâre his adorable boyfriend after all, even with your taller and bigger build, he adores how easy he can make you flush and writhe underneath him.
âYah! When are you going to introduce your boyfriend to us?â âSoon, I hope. Heâs just⊠really shy.â Whenever Hoseok uses that specific word to describe you, the others have a hard time believing him due to his other stories about you. Luckily, they do not have to wait long before you agree to meet them all.
The first introduction goes like dream, except for the many times you hit your head in the door frames. They are all in awe of your height, whether they voice it out loud or not (like Taehyung asking you if he could get a piggyback ride). Some of them feel slightly guilty for not believing the rapper earlier, though those feelings are quickly brushed away by their curiosity. How come someone so tall has a personality resembling that of a fragile flower? Another thing they learn, to their surprise, is Hoseokâs new favourite hobby â teasing you until youâre hiding in his embrace.
Jimin:Â
The first thing Jimin had noticed when he saw you was your undeniable height, but it wasnât what drew him towards you. He canât deny that you look absolutely stunning, with your long legs wrapped in skinny jeans or slacks that make your figure seem as if youâre sculpted by the gods, but he simply canât enough of your flushed cheeks and you averting your eyes whenever the two of you lock eyes for more than five seconds.
He simply thrives on how completely different you are compared to your looks. Even though he is the smallest in BTS and is relentlessly teased for it, he has absolutely no problem standing at the tip of his toes just to whisper something dirty in your ear, kiss your nape or just tug you down by your collar to meet your lips in a deep kiss.Â
Because of Jiminâs never-ending PDA, youâve gotten quite used to being showered in affection and more used to ignore prying looks, though you canât stop yourself from blushing whenever he decides he wants to kiss you. And you just know he does it on purpose, thatâs a no-brainer because your boyfriend will always, without a doubt, burst out in a cute high-pitched giggle every single time he manages to make you hide behind your own hands.Â
Jimin is pretty quick to introduce you to his friends and the first thing they immediately point out are your ridiculous differences in height as if you werenât aware of it yourselves. Your boyfriend is used to comments like that, but you arenât and causes you to step behind Jimin- using him as a shield. Youâre practically digging your own grave by trying to hide behind your boyfriend, BTS are ruthless and they tease you even more after laughing at your attempt at hiding.Â
BTS thinks itâs cute how the two of you compliment yet contrast each other in your relationship. With your tall build and shy nature, itâs easy to imagine your personality as cold and stoic, so, until now youâve done nothing but turning the other memberâs expectations upside down. They still canât phantom the image of you turning towards Jimin for permission someone asks you to do something or join them.Â
Taehyung:
Like Namjoon, he isnât really aware of height until he has a hard time kissing you, messing with your hair or jumping at your back for you to carry him. He also tends to forget how tall you actually are because he is a rather spontaneous and impulsive person. It doesnât bother him even if he has to ask you to bend down time after time, Taehyung just huffs in fake annoyance and simply tugs your head downwards.
Due to your own awkward and timid personality, you feel bad whenever he has to ask you to bend down. Taehyung thinks youâre being ridiculous when you tell him and shows you just how hot he thinks your taller frame really is. That certain event made Taehyung realise in which direction your relationship was establishing and unfolding, and he realised how little he cared whether you took control or not.
The discovery makes him more aware of your sheepish habits and your reserved way of accepting his affections. From how your neck would turn darker whenever he does something you really like or display your relationship â to how you would try to make yourself smaller next to him in the public (he always scolds you for doing so because heâs worried about your posture).Â
The two of you have spun your own net of habits around you and your relationship, which you often are unaware of, but when you meet his bandmates, theyâre a little thrown off at how you and Taehyungâs dynamics work. You are completely used to your boyfriend making the decisions and donât think much of it until the rest of BTS, especially Jimin and Hoseok, catch on to whoâs really in charge.Â
Suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a sexual innuendos and joke battle, and your face feeling as if itâs on fire does anything but defuse the situation. Even after getting Taehyung to save you and sitting in his lap, itâs Seokjin and Jeonggukâs turn to laugh seeing as youâre trapping your smaller boyfriend between you and the couch. Having the build like an intimidating basketball player doesnât help your case when a little kiss makes into a stuttering and flustered mess.Â
Jeongguk:
Your height is something Jeongguk was jealous of originally before you got together and before he knew that your âtall, mysterious and handsomeâ appearance is you being too reserved for socialising in large groups of people. Now he just relishes and finds pride in being able to push you down on your couch, bed, floor, whatever to start a heavy makeout session, knowing you love it as much as he does.
He loves to show you off to everyone, everywhere. âLook at my boyfriend, isnât he gorgeous?â âHeâs legit a tree, Jeongguk, but sure.â Having him constantly spewing out compliments and bragging left and right, doesnât help your shy persona at all and makes you pull out of social interactions more often than not.
Thus, portraying yourself as unapproachable and standoffish to others. BTS has a hard time warming up to you since the first few introductions were brief and pretty awkward for both parts. Even though theyâre all impressed by your height, it just adds to your âtough guyâ image. Jeongguk doesnât give up however and tries harder to include you in the group activities.Â
Whenever you try to excuse yourself or go somewhere quieter, your boyfriend hurries to pull you back in even if he has to haul your tall ass over his shoulder. Itâs quite the sight to see the youngest member dragging his way taller boyfriend after him as if he has no worries. Your flushed expression makes them ponder a bit before they all realise the same. Seokjin even apologies for not being the most welcoming, they just found you slightly intimidating, and of course, that makes you even more flustered as you accept their apology.Â
After the big revelation, Jeonggukâs friends watch your interactions with your boyfriend wide-eyed, disappointed in themselves for not having noticed your constant flustered expressions, how you seem to lean on Jeongguk and the fact that itâs the youngest BTS member who initiates all physical contact like kissing you and placing his hands on your thighs. The two of you fit together like a puzzle even if some stereotypical roles are reversed.Â
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reaction to being asked to prom|Â en- â ot7Â ËËË
a/n- I wanted to upload a prom reactions because my prom was yesterday and it felt right to do so. This one is quite lengthy. Enjoy-BT
⧠heeseung â*
The day was unlike any other, except that Heeseung had a mission in mind that he had been working on for months. He wanted to ask you out for prom, which was just around the corner. Despite the fact that you've been close friends for a long time, this has been on his mind for some time.
You'd just been summoned to join the boys for a casual lunch. You made sure to bring your camera with you when you left the house because they really wanted YOU to take their photos. You were the very best.
As you walked in the house, a familiar face opened the door as the cool air swirled around you.
âHey Jake, where are we going to eat?â As he led you outside, he laughed and smiled broadly.
As you looked at what was in front of you, a loud boom sounded. As tears streamed down your face, the confetti danced around you. Heeseung and the other members stood there with your favorite roses, holding up letters spelling out Prom.
Your legs ached as you wobbled through the vast scene, weeping as you stared at him. As Heeseung handed you the roses, you stood face to face with him.
"So, what's your response?"
Your legs moved faster than your mind could comprehend as you engulfed him in a hug, laughing as you held onto him.
âOf course, I'd love to go to prom with you!â
âSHE SAID YES!!!â While the others snapped photos, Heeseung hugged you even closer.
âOh, how much fun we'll have together.â
⧠jay â*
Jay was an old fashioned man. He didn't rush his plans; they didn't come together in a day. He wanted to be certain that all of the specifics were correct in order to meet your needs. Despite the fact that you told him you weren't planning on attending prom. He was trying to persuade you to change your mind.
The couch was the place where you guys hung out the most, watching childish movies or having intense making out sessions. It had a soft spot in your heart. You laid your head on the couch arm, pondering on what to do on it.
Sunghoon was just around the corner as you leapt to your feet, staring at him as he walked to the entrance. In his right, he was carrying a bag.
âHey, what are you up to...?â Also, where are the guys? It shouldn't take two hours to get food back.â
He walked down the corridors, shrugging his shoulders as he left the room. As he raced down the stairs, smiling, he returned to the door and gave you a slow wink.
âThere's something wrong with him.â You jumped to your feet and put on some slides as you chased him out of the building.
âSUPRISEEEE."
As you turned around, your heart paused for a brief moment. The house was festooned with a sign and balloons proclaiming. âAre you UP for Prom?â
âNO FUCKING WAY JAY."Â You dashed to his arms and kissed him as he drew you in closer.
âHad to use one of your favorite films. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.â
âI love it."
⧠jake â*
As you walked out of the building and into your car, your phone rang.
âHey, love, how about a movie night...?â
You smiled as you drove over to his place, eager to spend some time with him before finals began.
When you approached the driveway, you noticed a large number of other vehicles. They seem to be part of the group. You unlocked the door with your spare key, minding your own business. As you waved to the other members on the sofa, Jake ran up and wrapped you in an embrace.
âIs it okay if I take a shower?â I'm hot and sticky, and I'd like to spend the night.â Jake chuckled and kissed your lips before sending you upstairs to shower.
*Shower Done 30 minutes later*
âHey Jake, I'm finished-â Your feet came to a halt on the stairwell, as you covered your mouth and stared at the scene in front of you. Jake is standing there with flowers in his hand and a sign that reads, âWill you light up my night at PROM?â You laughed and walked over to the group, tears in your eyes.
âOf course, I would love to.â As he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead, the members erupted in screams.
⧠sunghoon â*
âThis is too awkward; why can't I just ask her out regularly?â Sunghoon sighed into his hands and lowered his head. Sunoo laughed at his older friend as Jake pushed him.
âNo girl wants to be asked out so casually, Sunghoon; you have to make it unique and unforgettable.â He sprang from his chair, picking up his head and nodding at the boys. He exited the practice room with his phone in hand.
Jake and Sunoo exchanged a giggling smile.
âSo help him."
You entered your apartment, set your bags down, and took a look around. When you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by a familiar face.
âAHHH, Sunghoon you scared me.â He jumped as he put the knife down and walked over to you, hugging you as he stared at your petite body.
âWell, I made some homemade pizza and decided to surprise you with it. âWould you like to see?â You nodded and walked over to the pizza, gasping at what you saw.
*I know it's cheesy, but Prom?* As you embraced him again, Sunghoon covered his face with his hands. As you raised your head to look at him, he peered through his eyes and stared at you.
âYou didn't have to do all of this you know, a simple request would have sufficed.â Through his eyes rolling, he gasped and chuckled.
âAnd the boys said I needed to go all out.âÂ
⧠sunoo â*
âSunoo, you're acting strange, what's up with you?â Sunoo was about to take your hand in his and take you for a stroll. Unfortunately, you were exhausted and didn't want to go.
âJust this one time, Y/N. After that, we won't have to take any more. Pretty please .â As he pouted in front of you, he gave you one of his award-winning cute smiles. They were irresistible.
âFine, but I'd like something to eat on the way back.â He squealed as he pushed you out the door on his way to the park, grabbing his shoes and jacket.
When you both approached the park's entrance, he kissed your hand and dashed inside. When you followed him around the corner, you rolled your eyes and yelled after him.
âSUNOOO, I thought we weren't running.â You grumbled as you rounded the corner to see a surprising sight.
âY/N Y/L/N, will you take me to be your date at Prom.â You laughed and scratched your head as you shook your head.
âNo.â
Sunoo and the other members gasped as they awkwardly looked around after turning off their phones. You guffawed and dashed up to Sunoo, kissing his lips while laughing into his.
âJust kidding, I would love to go to prom with you. I will say no next time if you got me running anymore.â He laughed as he handed you the flowers before entwining you guys hands.
âI promise.â
⧠jungwon â*
As you and Jungwon walked through the Carnival, a warm breeze blew through the crowds, illuminating all of the attractions. As he led you to a stop on your date, you leaned your head against his shoulder.
âMy treat is cotton candy,â Â You squealed and a wide smile emerged on your face as you pointed to the blue one. He took out his wallet and requested two blue bags from the lady. You and Jungwon arrived at the Ferris Wheel after eating your and mostly Jungwon's bag.
It was unexpectedly empty, and you dashed to the front of the line. When Jungwon said he needed to use the restroom, you were about to climb in. He kissed your brow and walked over to the bathroom.
âY/N?â
You turned around to look at him and gasped. In his hand, he carried a sign that read. *You're the FERRIS of them all. Wheel you like to go to PROM with me?â As your skin began to tingle with excitement, a tear streamed down your face.
âYes, Jungwon, I would love to join you.â Your feet guided you to his side, where you softly kissed him and soaked it all in!
⧠ni-ki â*
As you began your final lap for the track, the breath in your lungs had left you. When you looked up, you saw Ni-ki approaching you. Before he zoomed ahead of you, you both paused and chatted for a bit.
âYou wanna head over to my house for some studying?"
When you hit him, a laugh escaped your mouth.
âThat never happens, and you're well aware of it.â
He laughed with a smirk on his face before shouting something you didn't hear.
âNi-ki, what did you say?â
He chuckled and made his way to the locker room. You shook your head and walked over to the girls locker room, laughing as you entered the showers.
You threw your filthy uniform in your bag and stepped towards the bench as you dried yourself and put on a fresh set of clothing.
âYou have to come see this right now, Y/N.â Seri walked into the locker room panting, grabbing your shirt and dragging you back outside.
A series of hurdles were placed in the form of a question: PROM?" Your brows drew together as your jaw dropped.
âNo wayâ
As he asked you again, Niki stood in front of you. You dashed up to him and embraced him, kissing his cheek and thanking him for his thoughtful gesture.
âI can't wait."
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bring the pain ⟠jjk. [M]
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đ¶đŸđđŸđđ ⟠ON!jungkook x dancer!reader (f.)
đđđđđ ⟠requested, s2l, secret lovers, fluff, smut, a dash of angst for good measure
đđđđđ¶đđ ⟠ innocent glances and sweet smiles turned into secret meet-ups and dirty desires. youâre in love with the man, not his fame. is this love really worth the hate?Â
đđđđč đžđđđđ ⟠10.3k
đđ¶đđđŸđđđ ⟠dom!jungkook, bigdick!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), slight degradation, dirty talk, bondage, oral (f. receiving), bodyworshipping kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, spanking, pussy slapping, begging, lowkey filth, mentions of threats near the end
đ¶đđđœđđ'đ đđđđ ⟠thank you to the kind anon that requested this; never knew i needed to write ON!jungkook until your ask. i might have gotten carried away with the the smut part⊠oh well. i might have rewritten the entire plot at the last second. if you have any requests, please sendâem my way. enjoy!
It was the way you pushed yourself, he had told you. The way you didnât quit when the others thought that you couldnât keep up. The way that you became the lead dancer within three days despite the otherwise badgering doubts that surrounded you. Thatâs what drew him to you, what made him curious for more.Â
Doubt and hate were two different levels of insecurity, within and without alike. Doubt was a little voice. That voiceâs impact was only as effective as your mind would let it be. Hate was different. It was not a nagging of the mind, but a breaking of the heart, reaching for your soul next. Hate consumed and used, battered and beat all affection from an already wounded heart. Hate didnât smell blood; it drew it. He did not see that yet. But, then again, neither did you.Â
The day you met him was the morning of a full dance rehearsal. Management needed to see the full moving picture. They needed proof of progress and what better way to retrieve it than by organizing it themselves. It was a busy morning, filled with three different kinds of production crews: concept creators, filming directors and assistants, and video and sound recorders. The members of Bangtan were said to arrive later, once they had gone through hair and makeup and the rehearsal room was prepped for filming.Â
You werenât very sure why management needed to do a full rehearsal so soon. Usually, these kinds of rehearsals were scheduled three months before scheduled performances. This one had been pushed up to six months. And you knew that management already had a good grasp on how all the background dancers were progressing throughout practises. You had caught one or two managers, who you didnât really recognize, sitting in one on your early morning or late night practises many times before. They always had masks on and hoods up. They wore clothes that were all too baggy to make out a proper frame and their faces remained too covered to make out proper features of any kind. When you had asked one of the choreographers about it, they just said that it was managementâs way of being discreet. You thought it only made them that much more painstakingly obvious, but you didnât push the topic any further and returned to your place to practise the motions once more.Â
âOw,â Harin muttered under her breath. She scooted closer to you, pulling her legs into her chest as the camera crew got their wires in order.Â
You turned to her, assessing the damage on her fingers as she rubbed them. âYou alright?âÂ
She nodded. âThatâs the fourth time,â she huffed, glaring at one of the men holding a camera.Â
You bit the inside of your cheeks, resisting the urge to tell her that if she had followed the rules the moment they were given, then she wouldnât have been stepped on at all. Everyone was told to remain around the centre of the room, letting the crews do what they had to on the sidelines. Her failure to comply couldnât have led to anything less.
âIâm sorry about that,â you mumbled, avoiding her eye. The statement wasnât a complete lie. You really didnât want to see her, or anyone for that matter, hurt at all. But all you could hear when you saw her were those backhanded compliments she gave you when you first started rehearsing about three months ago.Â
Thatâs pretty good for a beginner, she told you. Skilled footwork would have played that slip-up off without anyone even noticing, she said as she stared down at you when you had tripped over her slip-up. She helped you up that day, only to push you back down again.Â
A loud clap drew you out of your thoughts. You redirected your attention to the front. Mijin stood before all the dancers, gesturing them to stand up. You smiled at her and she returned it while others wrapped up their conversations. You were really for Mijin. Had she not believed in you, you probably wouldâve been cut a while ago and replaced. She was the only choreographer that stood up for you when you first started.
âRemember,â Mijin repeated for what felt like the thousandth. âDo not speak unless spoken to. This is not an opportunity to ask for photos or autographs. Please maintain professional conduct at all times.â Sheâd been telling everyone this for the past week, urging everyone to adhere to the NDA contracts they signed.Â
You could feel Harin shiver with excitement beside you. She fixed her hair one last time in the mirror before for trying to calm herself down. You couldnât really blame her. You were really excited too. Youâve been following Bangtanâs journey for a while, their struggle to be heard and taken seriously resonating with you on levels you couldnât bear to recall. But, your nerves took over your excitement by a long shot. You were too nervous to expel your excitement like Harin did, or any other dancer for that matter. While they whispered to themselves about the memberâs arrival and shifted about in their places, you stood perfectly still. Your entire body stiffened, out of fear or panic, you werenât really sure. All you knew was that you were probably going to have to stretch again to not risk pulling any muscles during practise.Â
The chatter amongst the dancers died out as the members entered. Your breath hitched at their tall, perfectly sculpted figures. You knew they were beautiful, but this was simply another degree of beauty you had ever witnessed. You realized in that moment that not a single camera could properly capture the beauty that was them. Those pictures you had seen, gifs youâve stared at and videos youâve replayed so many times you couldnât count, only held a fraction of them. Looking into their eyes in person was enough to tell you that they were not entirely the same people they advertised themselves to be as well. They were more. They were flawed and flawless all at once, smiles hiding the exhaustion of the industry. You supposed that was the price for reinventing art.Â
As you scanned down the line, your eyes caught a doe-like gaze. Jungkook flashed you half a smile that only just met the dazed look in his eye. You felt your cheek heat up a bit as you returned it. You never really had a distinctive bais; they all kind of stuck out to you in their own way. You knew that if you had met them under different circumstances than you might have all been friends. However, that was a fantasy you didnât dwell on too much. The reality was before you. They are famous; you were not. This was their show; not yours. You were only a moving piece of the puzzle that was this very concept; nothing more, nothing less.Â
But Jungkookâs eyes told you a different story. You didnât regret listening to them, getting lost in the wonders that they were. You didnât regret anything, besides the consequences of your colliding worlds.Â
âTwo, three,â Namjoon started before they all joined in, âHello! We are BTS!â
They bowed and you returned it, just as you were instructed. Mijin wasted no time ushering everyone to their places. She told the members to do as they practised themselves and move around us as they had done without us in their private sessions.Â
You took your place in the front, practically centred. From your position, you could still feel Jungkookâs eyes on you. No other member had spared you another glance, here to do their work and carry on with their day. Jungkook, however, hadnât let himself break away from your figure once. You dared a look over at him through your lashes. He must have interpreted your stolen glance as something more than it was. Maybe he was right and you just didnât fully process your actions before doing them. Whatever the case may be, he still raised a brow at you and you still blushed.Â
The music began and you moved with it, following the beat, remaining in sync, nailing every sharp turn or bang of drum. You were able to ignore his eyes until you looked up, the drum you were holding hovering above your head and Jungkook staring down at you as he danced. And fuck, did he dance well. You already knew this about him, but seeing it in person only further proved his talent. He smiled, not missing a single beat then handed you back the sticks, rough fingers brushing yours.
You had to practise for three hours, going through the same motions over and over again. He would always smile when he caught your eye, brush his hands against yours, and stare at you when he thought you werenât looking. By the time everyone was allowed a break, you were exhausted. You sat on the floor, chugging down your water and trying to catch your breath. You knew that sitting down after such an intense workout would only stiffen your muscles and make you have to stretch all over again, but you just really felt like you couldnât stay standing for the life of you.Â
Jungkook still had his attention on you, you could tell from his reflection in the mirror. You blushed a bit, growing embarrassed by the fact that you were extremely sweaty to the point that any hair that had fallen on your face, clung to your forehead. In an attempt to fix it, you took your hair out of the high ponytail it was in and began to pull it all back once more. You were so focused on your task that you didnât notice Jungkookâs reflection make its way to yours. Â
âHi,â he smiled, and bowed.Â
You tightened your hair as you looked up at him. Somehow, within the panic coursing through you, you managed a small smile and nodded your head at him. âHello,â you whispered, dropping your hands down to your lap.Â
Jungkook gestured to the floor asking, âcan I?âÂ
His request shocked you a bit. You had thought all this staring was in your head, that maybe he was just zoning out or looking at the cameras behind you. The thought that he actually might be interested in getting to know you at all was flattering, but still extremely confusing. You were simply some back-up dancer, a common face lost between others in the background.Â
His eyes searched yours as you stared up at him. You hadnât realized you didnât reply yet until one of his brows shot up. Blinking repeatedly, you pulled yourself back to reality and you nodded. A little blush tinted your cheeks as he beamed at you again. He had the cutest smile, the kind of cute that melted and filled your heart all at once.Â
âYouâre a great dancer,â he started after seating himself across from you. You opened your mouth to mumble a quiet thank you, but he continued, âI was just talking to some of the guys about it.â The tips of his ears reddened as your brows shot up at him. He opened his lips to speak, but his words seemed to fall short.Â
You werenât really sure what to say. Was he flustered, or hurt? The panicked look in his eyes could be applied to either, only confusing you even more. Why would he be flustered around you though? Yes, you had been exchanging glances the entire time, but that could hold countless meaning. You felt your stomach recoil with disappointment at the thought that he might not be as into you as you were into him. But, you needed to ground yourself, to remind yourself of the reality of the situation; you were just another face in the crowd.
He gaped at you, trying to find his words, as you slightly tilted your head at him. âYou okay?â you asked. You tugged your bottom lip with your teeth, nervously chewing on it as his face suddenly lost all readable expressions. You could only assume, based on his relaxed jaw and wide eyes, that he was lost in some sort of trance.Â
âJungkook?â you asked, searching his eyes for an answer.Â
A quiet sigh escaped him and he suddenly stood up. âUh,â he started, glancing back at his friends.Â
You leaned over a bit, sneaking a look at Jin and Jimin silently giggling to themselves while looking over at the two of you. Was all this just some sort of joke? Heart slightly shattering, you scolded yourself for indulging in your delusional thoughts about his actions. You looked back up at him, eyes reflecting a disappointment you didnât have the strength to hide. Â
Jungkook mustâve picked up on your thoughts because he suddenly squatted back down to your eye level. You watched him carefully. You wanted to be sure that whatever conclusions you drew from his next words were accurate and not just wishing thinking on your part. His adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. The sudden urge to lean over and pepper his neck with kisses hit you and you had to remind yourself that you were in a huge room filled with lots of people and that you needed to pull yourself together.Â
âIâm sorry. I just- I um, the thing is that I-,â
You never got to hear the rest of that sentence as he was cut off by Mijin. She towered over both your frames, glaring down at you in particular. Fear overtook your mind, your heart beating so loud in your chest, you could hear the pounding in your ears. One look at her was enough to tell you that she wonât believe a thing you have to say about him talking to you first.Â
Slowly tearing her warning stare from you, she looked to Jungkook and began to apologize. âI promise you we spoke to all the dancers about not bothering you. I thoroughly apologize for her behaviour.â Â
âNo, no,â he quickly replied, standing back up to his full height. âI was the one that approached her.â
Mijin raised her brow at you, confirming your thoughts. You werenât really sure what the consequences were exactly, but knew that they werenât going to be the best. âThank you for understanding,â she smiled at Jungkook, all but dismissing him from the conversation.Â
You stood up, clasping your hands behind you as Jungkook stared between you and Mijin. He seemed to finally get the hint that he was not needed in this conversation anymore and muttered one last apology to each of you, eyes lingering on you as he backpedaled back to his members.Â
Mijin muttered for you to follow her and led you out of the rehearsal space. You walked behind her like the guiltless person you were. You did not technically break any of her rules. She told you not to speak unless spoken to and that was exactly what you did.
She didnât seem very happy with your attitude when you finally reached the hall. âI didnât expect this from you, (Y/N),â Mijin whispered, the disappointment clear in her voice.Â
You lowered your head down as she spoke, accepting the scolding without a word. You werenât going to challenge her or correct her knowing how well that attempt worked for Jungkook. You knew the best thing for you to do was silently receive this lecture and promise not to let it happen again.
âYou are the last person I thought Iâd have this conversation with. Their team is very adamant on not having them be distrubed. I really do not want to have this conversation with you again.â She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, âlook at me.â
You silently met her unimpressed gaze.Â
âYouâre a valued dancer so I canât reposition to the back like Iâve done to the others who tried to pull the same thing you did. But, I need to make sure you donât do this again so youâre in charge of cleaning up the rehearsal room after practise tonight. Iâll have one of the janitors leave you everything you need. The moment everyone is out of there and youâre done changing, I want that room cleaned.â
You supposed she was being as lenient as she could. It wasn't exactly the best outcome, knowing how gross that room gets after a hard rehearsal, but you were thankful that you didnât get pushed to the back. You had really worked hard and to have it all be taken away from you like that wouldâve really been a big blow to your ego.Â
âI understand. Iâm sorry about it all and I promise it wonât happen again,â you reassured.Â
She gave you a close-lipped smile, the same kind your mother gives you when she canât help but forgive whatever stupid thing you did that set her off. After patting your shoulder, she nodded for you to return back into the room.Â
Jungkook continued to watch you all through rehearsal and, though you promised not to interact with him or any of the guys, you still met his eye and shared a smile. Your heart simply couldnât deny him whatever attention he wanted.Â
The practise fully ended three and a half hours later. Your body was completely torn with exhaustion and all you really wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath to soothe your aching muscles. Your punishment still hung over your head though. Mijin reminded you about getting it done while you were leaving to change. She said that a list of what to clean will be left for you as well.Â
You didnât really take your time changing. You just wanted to go back in there and finish everything you needed to quickly so you could go home and shower the entire practise off. You swapped your sweaty t-shirt and sweatpants for a lavender patterned dress that ended just around your mid-thigh. It hugged your waist nicely, but flowed out beneath it. You found it very breathable and it was one of your favourites.Â
The reek of the practise room didnât really hit you until you reentered it. It was the hearty proof of a whole teamâs hard work but it still overwhelmed you. You made your way to the windows position high up on the wall to crack it open and air out the room a bit. Standing on your toes, you reached and reached for the handle to turn it open but continuously fell short. A frustrated sigh escaped you as you began to look around the room for some leverage to stand on.Â
âNeed some help?âÂ
Your entire body froze as his sweet voice met your ears. He wouldnât actually come back, would he? You turned to find Jungkook leaning against the doorframe, wearing an oversized black shirt and some baggy black pants. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking. He seemed more collected now than he did before, smiling lazily at you.Â
Your brows came together as you watched him carefully. âYes, please,â you replied before stepping aside as he made his way over to you.Â
Jungkook held your gaze, nodding at you like he was greeting you all over again. You gave him a nod back and resisted the urge to laugh. It was clear he was trying to play it cool, acting indifferent as to whether or not you even gave him your attention. It was only later in your relationship when he told you Jin had given him that advice and even walked him through it a couple of times while waiting for you to finish changing.Â
His shirt rode up a bit, making you blush, as he reached for the handle, failing the first time as well. His face briefly tilted to the side as he realized how much of a challenge it really was. He reached up again, able to hold onto the windowsill and hoist himself up just enough that his toes only just brushed the floor. In the quickest motions youâd ever seen, he turned the window open, letting the cool spring breeze air the room out.Â
âThank you so much,â you smiled as he hopped back down.Â
He offered only a little shrug as he tongued his cheek. His eyes then fell on the cleaning supplies and all previous nonchalant attitude left him, concern and guilt taking its place instead. âIs that because of me?â He questioned as he walked towards them.Â
You followed him, having to somewhat jog just to keep up with his fast strides.âUh, not exactly,â you said, not really wanting to lie to him but also not wanting him to feel bad about it either. He turned to raise a brow at you before picking up the list of things that need to be done. âItâs really not that big a deal,â you shrugged.Â
Jungkook didnât react to your words. He seemed all too immersed in the list that you questioned if he even heard you. You took a step forward, leaning a bit to meet his gaze but he didnât acknowledge it, probably still not noticing you had moved at all. You took a quick step back when he suddenly looked up and began to grab a spray and cloth. âIâll clean the mirrors and you could sweep the floor then we can mop it together later,â he said, making his way to the mirrors before you even had a chance to fully register his words.Â
Your eyes followed his frame to the other end of the room as you froze in place. Confusion took over your features and you were slightly concerned by his behaviour. âUm, what are you doing?â You met his gaze in the mirror.Â
He gave you a small smile and replied, âCleaning the mirror like I told you I would.â
âYes, but why?â
His hands dropped to his side and he turned to face you. âI got you into this mess. Itâs only fair I help you out a bit. And I know youâre probably tired from practise anyway so the sooner we get this done, the sooner you can go,â he explained then turned back to the mirror.Â
It was clear that he had already made up his mind and, with the innocent look in his eyes, you really couldnât find it in you to refuse him once more. A sigh escaped you as you took the broom and carried out your punishment. Every so often, youâd look over at him expecting to find him looking at you. His concentration latched onto the task he assigned himself, mouth slightly agape and brow furrowed as he rubbed the mirror clean. It was rather endearing, watching him give his full to such a normal task. It wasnât like he was asked to build a mirror, yet he cleaned it with the same effort he probably wouldâve applied to building it.Â
Jungkook met your gaze and you snapped your head down to the ground, sweeping around you once more. A little chuckle echoed in the quiet room. You snuck a glance back up at him to find him still looking, a little smirk playing on his lips now. âYou okay?â he asked, the cockiness in his voice not at all lost on you.Â
You offered him a little nod, nothing more. You didnât trust yourself to speak, knowing your voice would betray you. He was a very hard guy to read as he switched between demeanours easily. You werenât used to that, used to having to figure out guys. Usually, youâd be able to tell if a guy was interested or not within the first two minutes of your interaction. But Jungkook confused you more than you wanted to admit. Heâd stutter and fluster then stride with confidence and flash smug smiles only to revert back to his quiet, shy attitude as he simply stared at you.Â
You thought that maybe finding out what exactly he wanted to talk to you about might help you figure him out. You had been thinking about his almost-words all day, wondering if he was sent there to mess with you or if he really had something he wanted to share. He squatted down to get the last of the mirror done as you cleared your throat. You wanted to make sure you didnât sound all breathy and out of it when you spoke to him. His attention snapped back up at you, brows raised as if to ask you what it was you needed.
âUm,â you started, before leaning against the broom. âWhat was it that you wanted to tell me?â
His neck grew a bit pink as he ceased all actions and stared at you. After a moment of silence, he stood up and turned to you, but kept his gaze on the floor. âOh, that,â he said as he scratched the nape of his neck. He walked towards the cleaning supplies and set the things he was using down as he continued, âwell, I wanted to let you know that I think youâre really talented.âÂ
Your jaw went slack, eyes wide and brows rose in disbelief. âI- really?â you asked, searching for signs of possible lies.Â
He nodded, walking back over to you with a small smile playing on his lips. âYeah, Iâve seen how youâve improved since the first month and I gotta say that not a lot could really do that. Youâre a natural.â
This was all too much at once. You knew you were a pretty good dancer, but coming from Jungkook it all seemed too good to be true. And when had he even seen you dance in the first month to know you had improved. You didnât remember any cameras being there, documenting the groupâs progress. The only people outside of the choreographers who have watched all practised were the few members of upper management.Â
Your eyes fell back on his all black outfit, that shirt seeming all too familiar. The growing smile on his face only further confirmed your suspicions.
âYou were pretending to be management?â you asked. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged as he smiled knowingly at you. âI- well, thank you, I guess,â you finally breathed, growing more and more flustered as he looked at you.
He nodded, reverting his gaze to the ground. âAnd, um, I kind uh, well, hereâs the thing,â he restarted, looking back up at you. His eyes met yours but no words followed. He just stared at you with a slightly panicked look in his eye while his mouth remained open. You parted your lips to ask if he was alright when he finally found his voice again. âI was wondering if I could get your number,â he quickly asked.Â
âMe?â
âYeah.â
âAre you sure?â
Jungkook looked around the room with a small smile playing on his lips as he nodded again. âWho else would I be talking to?â
You breathed a giggle, rolling your eyes at his words. He redirected his grin to the ground, pleased with himself no doubt. It brought a similiar smile to your lips and you held your hand out to him, silently asking for his phone.Â
However, Jungkook completely misinterpreted the gesture. His smile widened and he slipped his large hand into your small one, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Your breath got caught in your throat by the action, but he didnât seem to catch onto that either. He swung your joined hands a bit, an innocent grin on his face.
âThis is very nice,â you started, âbut, I was actually wanting your phone, so I could type in my number.âÂ
His cheeks redden as he immediately let go of your hand. You giggled a bit at his flustered state. He quickly patted his pockets for his phone. âIâm really sorry,â he laughed a bit with you, before pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He fiddled around with it before handing it to you.Â
Your hands brushed as you took it and he redirected his gaze to something behind you. You knew he was just trying to avoid your gaze so you didnât bother to follow his line of sight. Your mind was way too absorbed by what he had written in the contacts name. He had your initials with a little pink heart beside it, making you blush. You spared him a glance, wondering how the hell he knew your last name when you remembered that he sat in for quite a lot of classes and most likely heard Mijin call on you by it.Â
Jungkook met your gaze for a second, nervously shifting in place. It was then that you knew you could really fall for him. And that fact didnât worry you in the slightest.
âYouâre late,â you greeted as you opened the door.
Jungkook smiled widely, hoping it was enough to make up for the fact that he didnât text or call to tell you so. It was working, but you didnât want him know to that. You wanted to make him pay a little for making you wait so long. After casting him your best unimpressed expression, you turned around and walked back into the kitchen to check on your ramen.Â
âWe werenât allowed to leave until we got the shot right,â he explained after shutting the door and kicking off his shoes. âAnd you know how the guys get when theyâre tired.â He walked into the kitchen to find the spread you promised to make him this time all laid out. An excited smile graced his lips as he took it all in. âIs this a preview of what Iâd be coming home to?â he asked.Â
You hummed in response, keeping your back to him as you portioned out the noodles. Little kisses peppered the nape of your neck and moved up your jawline as muscular arms wrapped around your body. You blushed, turning your face away from him so he wonât see. It only made him tighten his grip, his body now pressed against yours. A giggle escaped you as you tried to fight off his hold. He laughed into the kisses, keeping you in place without much effort.Â
âOkay, okay,â you laughed, finally turning to face him.Â
A soft smile greeted you before you were pulled into a sweet kiss. You could never get tired of his kisses, not realizing how much you needed them in your life until you had them. A little whine left you when he pulled away.Â
Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours, whispering, âIâm sorry; I shouldâve let you know.â
You shrugged, fighting off a smile. âItâs fine, I knew youâd be late so the foodâs not that cold anyway.âÂ
Jungkook tilted his head at you, tightening his grip once more. You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses again.Â
âIf you wanted my attention, you shouldâve just asked, babe,â he smirked against your jaw. His lips trailed up your chin, placing teasing little pecks around your lips too.Â
You tried to fight off a smile and catch his lips with yours but he skillful dodged them, too keen on teasing you. âJungkook,â you exclaimed in frustration. You parted your lips to tell him off when he finally gave into your request, pressing his lips to yours. His tongue gently nudged yours and you quietly moaned onto the kiss, feeling a blush spread across your chest.Â
He pulled away with a smile, those cute teeth on full display. He didnât say anything for a while, just stood and gazed back. âI love you,â he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose on yours.Â
Youâve only been dating for about five months, spending every free second you had together and heâd already confessed his love for you multiple times. Youâve always returned it, mirroring his smile and shy eyes. You knew you loved him, and meant it every time you said it, but this time you felt it with every ounce of your being. Every part of you melted into his frame, drowning in everything that was him. Your lips sweetly latched onto his again, a softer take on the kiss you previously shared. âI love you too,â you smiled.Â
âGood,â he smirked. He gave you one last peck before reaching behind you and grabbing the two bowls of noodles. âNow, letâs go eat before the food gets cold.â
You let out a little sigh as you watched him walk away, already missing his warmth. You knew that if you called him back, heâd gladly agree to heat the food up later and humour every one of your desires right now. But, you could tell from the tired look in his eyes, that he was trying hard to fight off, that he really needed to relax. You turned to the rest of the plates instead and took them to the table.
Jungkook had set your plates beside each other rather than across, making you furrow your brows. He usually liked his own space when he was eating to be able to move freely, and you never really took offence to that, knowing that sometimes you wanted that same courtesy. You searched around for him to find his broad back. He was hunched over the bluetooth speaker in the living room, looking between the speaker and his phone to probably try to connect them. You thought that maybe he was excited to put some music on, seeing as he usually always is, and didnât think to set the plates properly. You took the liberty of doing that yourself, placing the kimchi and beef plates down in the middle and resetting the bowls of noodles across from each other.Â
As you walked back into the kitchen, you heard Jungkook call over the music he chose, âBabe!â You grabbed the wine glasses and bottle before walking back to the table, humming your concern. âYou donât wanna sit next to me?â He asked with a playful smile, resetting all the plates so that they were easier to reach from one side of the table.
âYou do?â You raised a brow at him as you set down the glasses.Â
He took the bottle from you and nodded. âMaybe I missed you today,â he shrugged as he poured some into the glasses. You sat down, taking a sip of your drink as he continued. âDidn't you miss me?â The smug tone in his voice made you roll your eyes at him.Â
You kissed his cheek when he sat down beside you, slightly staining his red from the wine. You brushed your thumb over the area, wiping the colour away. He took a bite of his food, groaning out his approval as you pushed his fringe back a bit. A blush coloured your cheeks at his reaction.Â
âYouâre not overreacting, are you?â you questioned with a smile playing on your lips.Â
âOh my god,â he mumbled around his food. âYou canât fake this,â he insisted, shoving another piece of meat in his mouth.Â
You giggled and began digging in as well. âWhoâs covering for you this time?â you asked before taking another bite.Â
âJin,â he replied before chugging the last bit of his wine. âI promised to buy him lunch tomorrow in exchange for his help,â he sat back, looking at the wine bottle as if wondering if he should have another glass.Â
You chuckled at his spaced out expression, knowing he was serious debating how badly he wanted another glass. He looked at you, a small smile dancing on his lips. âWant another?â he asked, leaning his arm on the back of your chair. You took your last bite before shaking your head at him. He seemed to use that as his own deciding factor, nodding along.Â
His hand slid from your chair to your thigh as he smiled fondly at you. âYou look so cute with your cheeks filled with food like that,â he laughed, pulling out his phone to take a picture.Â
You held your hand up at the camera, trying to chew on your food faster. His hand held yours down easily, repeated the action when you used your other hand to block your face. The way he was able to easily hold down both your hands in one of his own made you blush. You rolled your eyes as he took the phone, making his giggle into his screen. He let go of your hands and began fiddling around with the picture.
You finally finished eating before saying, âyou better not be saying that to anyone.âÂ
He furrowed his brows at you, immediately shaking his head. âNah, this gem is mine,â he winked at you.Â
You nudged his shoulder, laughing at his cuteness. He barely moved, and didnât make an effort to even fake the effects, all too busy gazing down at his phone. You playfully exaggerated a sigh and began picking up the plates in front of you. âSo obsessed,â you said, feigning annoyance in your tone as you walked back to the kitchen.Â
âObsessed?â he questioned behind you. You jumped, dropping the plates in the sink. You hadnât heard him even stand up, let alone follow you back into the kitchen. You turned around to face him to find his body towering yours. He took a step forward, closing whatever space was left between you as his hand caressed your cheek. âI think Iâm just in love, babygirl,â he whispered as he hovered his lips over yours.Â
You smiled, leaning up and pressing your lips against his tenderly. Your hands, previously clutching onto the counterâs edge behind you, moving up his sides to his shoulders. âI know you are, daddy,â you replied when he pulled away a bit, watching his smirk widen and eyes darken.
He ran a gentle hand through your hair only to roughly grip onto it. A tiny whine left you but he didnât pay much mind to it. He pulled your head back, forcing your gaze to lower to get a better look at him. His head lowered a bit as his tongue darted out and swiped a lick over your lips, earning a quiet moan from you. âWhat did I say about being bratty, babygirl?â he asked, voice dropping an octave.Â
You gulped, pressing your thighs together as you felt yourself getting wetter. âAre you saying Iâm wrong, daddy? Are you not in lov- Ah!â you gasped as his strong hand came down on your ass. You opened your mouth to apologize but it only earned you another spank, jolting your body against his.Â
âDid I or did I not ask a question?â He looked down at you, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He was definitely having too much fun with this and if you werenât starting to get needy, you probably wouldâve kept talking back.Â
You bit your lip and nodded, easily complying. He raised a brow, silently ordering you to answer the first question he asked you. It was all part of his game, a lesson you learned the hard way when you two were still exploring the otherâs likes and dislikes when it came to the otherâs body. He liked seeing you so openly compliant, melting into his every word and touch, as if you didnât do that already. But when he was in this role, he wanted to see the desperate plea of your eyes, and feel the way you quivered and whined for him. And from the hard bulge pressed against your abdomen, you could tell that he was getting exactly what he wanted.Â
âYouâll punish me if Iâm bratty, daddy,â you finally answered. He mustâve been satisfied because he released his hold on your hair, patting it down gently.Â
He nudged his nose against yours, slightly leaning away from your lips when youâve puckered them for a kiss. âI donât think youâve fully learned that lesson yet, baby,â he said as he curled a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
You hummed, the sound somewhere between a moan and chuckle. You were way too eager to see what he had in mind and it was all too clear to him. You could tell by the way his eyes flashed with amusement that he was enjoying seeing you so excited about it. However, he quickly recovered, eyes darkening once again as he gripped your ass with both hands. You gasped, giggling against his neck as your hands slid down to his chest.Â
âYouâre having way too much fun,â Jungkook laughed, leaning back to look at you.Â
You raised a brow, trying to fight off a blush and asked, âAnd youâre not, daddy?âÂ
His lips quirked up in a mocking smile before he reached his hands to the back of your dress, tearing it apart in one swift motion. The thin straps fell off your shoulders, his chest against yours the only thing keeping it up. âKookie,â you whined, reaching a hand back to feel the ripped seams. âThis was one of my favourites.â
Jungkook chuckled, smirk widening as he rolled his eyes. Your skin prickled with goosebumps at the sight then from the cold as he moved back enough to let the dress fall. âIâll buy you another, baby,â he promised, eyes shamelessly wandering down.Â
âI donât another,â you pouted as he gazed at your breasts. You werenât wearing a bra, the dress not necessarily calling for one so your nipples instantly hardened from the sudden cold.Â
He dragged his eyes back up to yours, looking less than impressed. âYou walked around all day without a bra, baby?â he questioned before circling around your naked frame.Â
You instantly felt small with him somewhere behind you. You could only just feel the faint fan of his breath over your shoulders. He placed both hands on your hips and gently guided you to the counter. You werenât really sure what he had in mind. Usually, at this point, Jungkook would have carried you somewhere more comfortable, somewhere he could press your face into as he fucked you relentlessly.Â
He stopped you the moment your hips were pressed against the edge of the counter. The clatter of his belt filled the room, making you wet with anticipation. He was really drawing this out more than he normally did. Before you could even think to question his actions, both your hands were pulled back behind you. His belt wrapped around them, tightening the restraint to ensure you couldnât break the hold.Â
âDaddy?â you asked, looking back at him over your shoulder.Â
Jungkook froze at the tone of your voice. He pushed your hair out of your face, leaning towards you and placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. âYou remember the safe word, baby?â he murmured, that loving tone of his returning as he stroked your hair.Â
You nodded, replying, âgold.â
He softly smiled and nodded. âDo you wanna use it?â
You shook your head, biting your lip.Â
The switch flicked back on, eyes darkening once again. âThen shut the fuck up, babygirl.â He pushed you down over the counter.Â
You were on your toes, ass propped up as you whined at the coldness of the marble beneath your naked torso. You squirmed, trying to look over your shoulder at him. He was in the middle of stripping, taking his layers off starting with his plaid shirt then his white t-shirt. You drank in the sight of his chest, pressing your thighs together as a little moan left you.Â
He mustâve noticed the action, looking up to meet your helpless gaze with his lust-filled one. He smirked and ran a hand down your spine, making your shiver and nervously giggle. âYouâre too fucking sexy,â he sighed. He was most definitely horny, but the sincerity in his voice couldnât be missed. You leaned your head back on the counter, blushing to yourself like you werenât naked and bent over, ready for him to fuck and play with.Â
His hands rested on your hips, pulling down your panties. He remained on his knees, spreading your cheeks to lick at your pussy. You helped him get better access, spreading your legs for him. His tongue flicked at your clit a few times before his lips latched onto it, sucking and licking all too erotically for you to handle. Your thighs began to tremble and he laughed.
âI barely started, babe. Donât ruin all my fun,â he teased against your folds then lapped at them. He shook his head between your thighs, lips rubbing against your pussy.Â
âDaddy,â you mewled, moving your hips against his face for more. You were so close, voice getting higher as your walls clenched around his tongue, making him laugh again. âYes, fuck yes, daddy. Ye- fuck!â you cried out getting up to turn around only to have him push you back down. You huffed, pushing your ass back on him in defiance. How the hell did he even get back on his feet that fast?Â
He kissed your back, trailing open mouth kisses up and down your spine and around your shoulders. âWere you about to cum without permission, babygirl?â he questioned, smacking your pussy this time. The wet slap echoed in your ears, pulling a pornographic gasp from your lips. He groaned in response, smacking your sensitive pussy again just to hear you whimper, âdaddy please.â
âPlease what, slut?â he chuckled, his cock now sliding between your pussy lips. When the fuck did he get his pants off? You hadnât even heard the little thump of his pants hitting the floor. Did he even take them off or did he just pull his cock out, too eager to fuck you to properly undress like he preferred to do? When you felt the warmth of his legs against your thighs, you got your answer.Â
You squirmed, rolling your hips to move his cock against your clit. He stood up straight, removing his lips from your back. One of his strong hands held your hips in place while the other slapped his cock up on your pussy. You squealed into the marble surface, moaning his name then correcting it to his role title when heâd smack your ass again.Â
âFuck, just ruin me already,â you begged. âPlease daddy, please.âÂ
He leaned down to bite your shoulder and whispered, âHas my baby learned her lesson?â You nodded immediately, moaning quietly as he licked the shell of your ear. He stood back to his full height, pumping himself a bit before aligning himself to your entrance. He gave in all too quickly, but you figure he was getting pretty needy himself. He slowly pushed in, groaning with his whole chest as he gripped each asscheek of yours. âShit, baby,â he hissed.Â
Your eyes were already rolling to the back of your head. He was so big, like huge, as if he grew further while he was in you even though he was already rock hard. He was stretching your walls so delightfully, it made your mouth water for him to push his cock against the walls of your throat too.Â
The moment he bottomed out, he didnât even wait for you to adjust. He began his harsh thrusts, using the grip he had on your ass as leverage. Your moans stuttered with each snap of his hips, voice catching each time he hit or even brushed your g-spot. It always surprised you how easily he found it, like he already knew the way around your pussy. He really took the idea of ruining you to the next level, your mind already foggy with lust.
âAh, fuck,â Jungkook whispered, groaning with you every time your moans would peak. âIs this what you wanted, babygirl?â he questioned.Â
You didnât have it in your to reply but he didnât care, smacking your ass to ensure youâd answer. âYes, daddy,â you mewled. Little sobs bubbled out of your throat and he bent over your frame while his hips still slammed against your ass. In this new position, you could fully feel his balls smack against your pussy. The weighty sack pounded as harshly against your clit as his cock did to your walls.Â
It didnât help your case at all that Jungkook began to kiss the nape of your neck and your head. âShit, how the fuck are you this tight?â he whispered, his husky voice tickling your skin.Â
Your tears began to surface at the conflicting rough and soft actions, your body unsure what to soak up first. Everything he did just hit you at once. âLook at you, baby,â he whispered. âLook at how good you take me. You know, I honestly believe this tight little hole of yours was made for me, babygirl, donât you?â
You only cried out in response. He chuckled and stood back up, starting to feel your pussy tighten around him. âAh, my babygirl wants to cum, hmm?â he moaned, sounding pretty close himself.Â
âY-yes please, da-ddy,â you whimpered through your tears. Fuck, he was way to good at this, ruining more than your pussy. Your heart would tremble every time he called on you as his babygirl or kissed you tenderly. He was fucking with more than just your pussy and knew it all too well, only making him that much more sexy and your mind that much more blown.Â
âFuck, Jungkook just let me cum!â you screamed, when he didnât answer your pleads. You looked back at him, loose strands of your hair sticking to your tear-stained cheeks.Â
Jungkook smiled, pushing your hair back. âGo on, baby,â he winked. You screamed, as you finally let yourself release your high, gushing all over him. Your legs were quaking now, along with your body and you tried to fight the hold of his belt around your wrist but he tightened all too well. The sounds of your pussy got drenched with wet slouches and sploshes of your orgasm.Â
He felt himself about to unravel too but knew you still needed to ride out your orgasm, still having lots left to give him. He pulled out as one of his hands reached down to rub your clit. His other hand pumped his cock, aiming to shoot all over your ass. He underestimated the power of his shot, cum flying all over your back and arms instead, reaching as far as the nape of your neck and getting in your hair. âFuck,â he hissed, hoping you wouldnât be too mad about it.Â
You were too consumed by the ongoing overstimulation as his fingers were still rubbing harshly at your clit. He hadnât noticed youâve been crying and squirming, pressing your legs together until he couldnât move his hand anymore. âOkay, okay,â you sighed desperately. Even knowing his hand was still down there made your body tremble.Â
Jungkook pulled his hand away, resting his hands on either side of you as you both tried to catch your breath. âThereâs cum in your hair,â he muttered after a while.Â
ïżœïżœïżœI know,â you breathed. He fell silently, unclasping the belt around your wrist. You let out a sigh of relief, moving your hands to your sides to push yourself up.Â
âCareful,â he whispered, watching his cum drip down your back and to your ass. He smirked to himself as he admired his work. Your pussy was all but throbbing, looking more precious than ever, and your body was covered in sweat, tears or his cum. You were a mess to say the least; a mess he made, his mess.
You turned back to him, face flushed as you reached out to hold onto him. âYou okay, baby?â he murmured against your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he steadied you by placing his hands on your hips.Â
âJust fine, kookie,â you smiled. âA bit fucked out, but Iâm okay.â You giggled at your own words, making him smile down at you.Â
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, walking your backwards towards the bathroom. âHow about we clean you up, then fix the mess we made in there?â he suggested, nodding back to the kitchen.Â
âYouâre washing the dishes,â you said as you scratched the short hair at the nape of his neck.Â
He hummed a half-hearted agreement, rolling his eyes a bit. âWeâll see,â he shrugged.Â
âWe will,â you insisted as you entered the backroom. âHey!â you giggled after his hand came down on your ass again. This smack was lighter than the others, made to tease you and nothing more.Â
âI love you,â he smiled, all annoyance in your face disappearing. You hated how easily he could fix everything with those three words.
âI love you too.â
The pictures surfaced a month or so after the release of the official music video. Someone had caught you too getting bubble tea late at night. Over fifty photos were taken, each one a different angle of every part of your conversation, capturing flattering and unflattering shots of you alike.Â
The first wave of hate was mainly targeted to the way you looked, or didnât look. âNothing like his past crushes,â theyâd note in multiple different languages, dragging everything you didnât have through mud with your pride in tow.Â
The second wave of hate was dedicated to how unfit you were for someone like Jungkook, as if they knew him like you did. He didnât put much of a persona in front of the cameras, but there was a small part of him reserved for you, the guys, and his family. They talked about him like he belonged to them only and you simply didnât fit the equation because you didnât know him like they did.Â
The first two waves were bearable. Hard to manage, but bearable. The third wave was the most nerve-wracking. You were too scared to leave your house, missing dance practises at other companies because of all the messages youâve got sent to your address. You didnât tell Jungkook about it at first, wanting to handle it on your own. Management told you this would be a risk, but you didnât want to believe that anyone could hate a stranger that much.Â
You spent the first month after receiving the letters not making any unnecessary trips out, like attending parties or lunch dates. You asked Jungkook to meet you at your house and would fake feeling sick to get him to agree to stay in. The next couple of months were all too scary to even think about leaving the house at all, even to go to work. Youâd only leave every now and then to stock up on massive amounts of ramen. You talked to your agent for hours on end, explaining that you wanted to take a semi-hiatus from all practises and events as you werenât feeling well. She pushed you on it for a while, asking if there was anything else going on behind the scenes that you werenât sharing. You always denied it, regretting it now.Â
âI just want to go out tonight,â Jungkook shrugged. âI thought you didnât mind too much about going public after the photos.â He stroked your hair back as you rested your head on his chest. âI wanna treat you to the date you deserve.â
The smile on his face broke your heart. He looked so in love, entranced by whatever beauty he saw in you. It made him that much more ignorant to your pain and fear, to the erratic thumping of your heart at just the thought of going out.Â
You avoided his gaze, nuzzling against his chest. âI rather just stay in,â you muttered.Â
He huffed, ceasing all affectionate actions. His hand fell off your body, somewhere behind you as his other tucked under his head. You looked up to find him glaring at the ceiling, a scowl taking over his features.Â
âAre you embarrassed to be seen with him or something?â he asked after a moment of you staring at him. He met your gaze, the hurt so evident in his eyes it was enough to swell tears in your own. He furrowed his brows, sitting up and pulling you with him. âWhat is it?â
You turned away from him, giving him your back as you wiped your tears away. âNothing,â you squeaked, internally cursing at the tone of your voice. His hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly. You knew it was meant to calm you down, but it only made you want to cry even more.Â
He shifted closer to you upon hearing your sniffles and wrapped his arms around your waist. âI canât help you if you donât tell me whatâs wrong.â
âMaybe I donât want your help,â you snapped, pushing yourself out of his grasp.
Jungkook held onto your wrist, pulling you back to him. You turned back, regretting meeting his gaze because the confusion and pain mixed within his doe-like eyes completely shattered you. You began sobbing uncontrollably. He gasped, crawling over to you and pulling you into a strong embrace. Your body shook as more sobs left you and he rubbed your back, whispering reassurances that you couldnât quite fully register since his voice was much deeper in a whisper than his normal tone and volume.Â
âYouâre really scaring me, (Y/N),â he confessed, voice slightly breaking too. âJust please tell me whatâs wrong, baby.â He was practically begging you for an answer, any answer would do just as long as you talked to him about it.Â
After a few more minutes of crying and him lulling you back to stuttered hiccups and ragged breathing, you finally confessed everything. You pulled the letters out, showing them to him and explained all that you have done to keep yourself safe and why you felt like you never wanted to leave your house again. You even had to switch on your privacy settings for all your social media accounts a few months back. You hadnât been on them in months though so you werenât really sure how that was going over.
Jungkook read through each one silently, pausing every so often to sigh or run a hand through his hair. âWhy didn't you tell me earlier?â he asked. He couldnât even meet your gaze, too disappointed with himself for not noticing all this before. âI couldâve protected you.â
âI donât know,â you confessed, leaning back against the headboard. âI didnât want to bother you with it.â
He furrowed his brows. âYou never bother me, you know that. I told you that I donât care what they say. Theyâre not the real fans, (Y/N). Youâve been so focused on all the bullshit you havenât once looked at any of the support.â
âWhat support? Do you not see whatâs in your hand?â You questioned. âIâm being threatened daily, Jungkook.âÂ
He shook his head at you. You scoffed, tears pooling once more. You couldnât believe he was brushing you off like this.Â
Jungkook looked down at the notes again, muttering, âIf you had told me sooner, none of this wouldâve happened. We have the best guards. I wouldâve personally paid for twenty-four hour surveillance.â He tossed the notes to the side, looking back at you. He wiped your tears as he continued, âIf you had logged in like I've been telling you to do for weeks, you wouldâve known that all your social media accounts have filtered out all the hate. You wouldâve seen the overwhelming support that I do. You have no idea who the true fans even are anymore, do you?â
You sighed, pulling your legs into your chest. You couldnât believe how fucking stupid you were being. Everything just happened so fast, the initial leak of one of your dates already feeling like a violation of privacy. You took every cruel word to heart, deeming it the epitome of a fandom you, yourself were a part of. Why you tried to seek comfort in the hate all the trolls offered was just as backwards to you as it was to Jungkook.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you croaked, trying to blink back another round of tears. âI was just scared.â You let him pull you into his lap, crawling over his legs to seat yourself comfortable.Â
Jungkook hugged you tightly, scattering tiny kisses on your head. âIâm sorry I didnât see all this sooner. Iâm gonna fix this, baby,â he promised, already going to reach for his phone.Â
You looked up at him through the tears as he frantically texted his manager all the details of your last few months. Your hand covered his phone, pushing it out of his view. He shot you a confused gaze. You didnât explain, only leaned up to press your lips against his. âYou already did,â you whispered.Â
 âI love you,â Jungkook smiled, âand so do they.â
You nodded. âI love you,â you pecked his lips once more, âand Iâm starting to love them too.â
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JIKOOK BE CONCEPT- EXTENDED ANALYSIS
ANON: Hey Goldy, so I want to ask, what makes you look at one moment and decide the tension in there is nothing but then in another moment you claim Jikook are having issues? I ask because of the conclusions you drew on the photoshoot video when you said they were fighting but in two other instances where we can all clearly see that the mood between Jikook is tense like Jimin's mood in the Be Concept Clip and the other interview you have said it's nothing. I don't mean this in a disrespectful way, I just want to understand your thought process if you can walk me through it. It's ok if you don't respond. I love your posts regardless. Keep it up.
Thanks for your question.
I think I try my best as much as possible to share my thought process on why I reach certain conclusions and in instances where I do not have much time to delve deeper into a conversation I state an NB indicating I would be talking further about that particular topic later on?
I think the first thing I can point out to you right off the bat in regards to your question is that we may most likely be having different understandings of tension as pertains to shipping simply because we ship Jikook in different ways.
Again, I do not mean to say my perspective is superior or that someone else's is inferior. I'm just saying we may be having different views on the topic based on the differences in our shipping styles.
To me tension is not just a sense or feeling or mood. It is one of the metrics I employ in assessing whether or not a ship is real- stay with me.
In my experience, while people may be good at hiding a relationship, they can never hide the intimacy of the relationship or the stress of keeping that relationship a secret. Secrets are stressful to keep and they leave stress trails in their wake. It's as simple as that. If any ship is real in BTS you will see its stress marks.
It's not easy standing there, watching your man's nipples being played with, or having another man grope your intimate partner for entertainment purposes while you stand there smiling for the cameras- you can smile, but it's going to be fake.
It's not easy hearing how your man sneaks into another man's shower to watch him bathe and compliment the size of his dick.
It's not easy hearing how you can't stand next to your man in a line up while another person takes that position even if it's just for work.
It's not easy pretending not to love your man, while watching everyone else love on him. It's not easy being told what you can do and not do with your partner much less by your own peers.
It's not easy hiding your love and affection for the person you love, holding yourself back from kissing them, or hugging them or doing any of the intimate stuff you are so used to doing with them- not when you have to be around them all the time.
It's not easy having cameras shoved in your face during your alone, private time with your man, when you are watching them on giant screens and they are right there next to you but you can't hold them- please listen to JK's demo Delcacomania which he released on his birthday last year and you will understand why he cried when JM flew from Paris to see him on his birthday. I cried too.
My point is, it's really not easy keeping a relationship a secret within the same work space as your partner. It's not as easy as other shippers make it seem. That shit is stressful and stress begets tensions and tensions begets conflicts- especially if there are other people attached to the parties in the relationship.
A secret gets heavy before it gets easy but you can never erase the stress that comes with hiding that secret especially not in a group as diverse in personalities as BTS. There are bound to be clashes, there are bound to be slip ups- moments where the fourth wall is breached and many others.
Stress is usually one of the first indicators of people keeping anything a secret. I've been called toxic for this, but I pay a lot of attention to conflicts and tensions within the group dynamics regardless of the degree of that tension because that conflict to me is a sign of stress.
I can tell you for a fact, any ship that is kumbaya in BTS is not real. Any ship whose existence doesn't stress out the group dynamics is a ship made in Disney heading for Never-land. Conflict and tension is a sign of stress and stress is a sign of keeping secrets.
That's not to say every single tension within the group, between Jikook or any other ship is as a result of them keeping that ship a secret. I think we can rule out all forms of contrived tensions at this point- you know which ones I'm talking about. Ain't no damn person up in there tryna steal nobody's man in BTS. The fuck?! Lmho.
Then there are those tensions that are as a result of mood swings, bad hair days, a call being delayed, a missed period- what? some of them have girlfriends, cough cough. Yea, Don't mind me.
Tension could be caused by anything really and so I think it's not enough to point out tensions but you have to try and ascertain the cause and effect of that tension to see if that tension is as a result of the stress that comes with keeping Jikook a secret or whether it is rather causing stress or going to cause a stress in their relationship dynamics-
C'mon, now y'all know if Jimin should thirst over another man that that is going cause a lot of stress not just for JK but the group as well because Jikook's mood affects them too.
Jimlous and Jeonlous are also signs of the stress that comes with keeping Jikook's relationship a secret. Let's be honest, if they were out all of those wouldn't be happening. People wouldn't cross their boundaries as much as they do.
From my perspective, both of Jikook are constantly reacting, poorly might I add, to their relationship being a secret. It seems to me they both hate what they have to do to keep eachother a secret within the group.
Jimin keeps JK a secret by acting as if he is available and JK keeps Jimin a secret by acting as if he doesn't want him- cold, nonchalant, and the way I see them I think it drives them both crazy. Lol.
Jimin doesn't want to come out but he doesn't want to be kept a secret either. He just wants to be in that glass closet whereas JK seems to want to be out or completely hidden- he is not about that middle ground life, I feel. But that doesn't mean he doesn't make compromises especially where Jm is concerned.
Jimin is very conscious and highly judgmental of himself and I think he projects a bit of that into their relationship dynamics. As such he is constantly worrying about feedback, about how their relationship is affecting the group's dynamics.
You see this in the way he runs to JK upon the least complaints by any member about JK. Like when Jin complained about JK not choosing his bag over JM's, or when RM complained about JK buying a birthday present for only JM and not the others.
Or when RM complained about JK showing a song he had written to JM first before showing it to him in a VLive- now they didn't mention who they were talking about exactly but I knew from the moment JM started reciting Jikook's go to response for whenever they are called out for constantly being together, the whole 'we just so happened to be together in that moment,' that they were talking about JK. I don't know, I could be wrong.
JM is constantly trying to mitigate Jungkook's tendencies for exclusivity in their relationship especially where it conflicts with the groups interest even though that exclusivity and preferential treatment feeds directly into his love language.
It's that kumbaya in him I keep talking about. He would sacrifice their happiness for the groups. In my opinion.
But JK aint about that life. His entire philosophy is to pursue personal happiness first. So often, you would see him weaponizing their relationship secret against JM- trying to out him and shit. which in turn, ends up causing their relationship a ton of stress.
The best illustration I can give for this is when JK posted Ending Scene in early parts of 2019 and people started speculating Jikook had broken up because it was a break up song. JM immediately responded to that post with two posts, one about the Calico cat or something and the other pointing out how that song was just a cover. Jimin hates it when JK does something to create the impression that they are not together especially when they are together.
But at the same time, he would take a step back from their relationship, ask for space to try and nurture his other relationships with friends and family when he feels JK coming on too strong on him- like Jimin what do you actually want! You drive me nuts!
What I'm trying to say is that when you point out that JM looks tensed, you should be able to explain why you think he looks tensed.
And if you think his tension goes to the root of their relationship, then you should be able to predict the consequences of that tension too. Lol.
For me, I filter their tensions through their established patterns of behavior, their personalities and the actions that arise from their personalities- listen, the Maknae line can be very melancholic for no reason sometimes. Not sure what goes on but boy can they brood!
You have to consider all these things.
Tensions are obvious, obviously. Or maybe not. Most of them are quite easy to spot. Some not so much. They do go undetected if you are not hyper focused on them in certain moments when they happen or aren't aware of the context or subtext behind such moments.
Perspective is everything. We all don't have the same perspective. But no one holds the truth when it comes to Jikook. We can only speculate in a way that holds meaning to us.
Take for example Jimin and Jin's call during Jimin's VLive in March this year. There are a fraction of shippers who do not believe that that call was intercepted by JK at all simply because they do not see the subtext of that moment. Why would JK do that and not just reveal his identity, they ask. A valid point.
Then there are those who see JK interrupting that call as plausible because they believe they can differentiate between JK and Jin's call voice. Equally valid point.
Then there's me, who think yes that was JK's voice but goes further to try and anwer the questions raised by the first group as that, JK was pushing the boundaries both with JM and Bighit for barring him from doing a live with JM.
As such, I believe that call was an act of rebellion on his part to be allowed to Jikook with his man on the VApp. All that protest would then lead to a pivotal moment of him and JM having their VLive but under heavy surveillance. Lol.
Actions have consequences whether good or bad. Whether positive or negative. It's the cause and effect principle. Every effect has a predictable cause and every action has a specific and predictable effect.
If a moment of tension is created between them that is substantial, it is going to produce a subsequent substantial reaction. Law of Newton- I can't make this shit up. Lmho.
Another moment of this nature for me would be the VMin's unit interview filmed in February/March and released in June during Festa.
Now, if you were following the tensions between V and JK around that period, the context and subtext of that Interview would be easily apparent to you- V was just shading JK left right left. Bless him.
All that random flirting with Jimin- JM lost his Mochi cheeks, his pinky has grown were just code for JM is a grown ass man now so stop being possessive over him.
I have said Jikook have been asserting themselves against eachother this year following the lows of late 2019 and especially around that time period.
For Jimin, that self assertion takes the form of checking JK's over possessiveness over him as that is a huge cause of tensions within the group throughout the years and something that I feel really bothered JM in the later half of 2019 and early half of 2020.
Why does it bother him when he used to be the one enabling that shit in JK? The members, keep up. Lol but not just the members. Remember I said earlier how, Jikook had come under heavy scrutiny with May 2019 to June this year. JM I feel wanted to keep things really on the low but JK- sigh.
Believe it or not, JK dumb whipped ass exposes Jikook more than JM does in their relationship. In the very least his possessiveness and chest puffing when anyone breathes near JM is one of the biggest tells.
We all know Tae is one of the members that have openly pointed out his displeasure with JK keeping JM to himself, cutting him off from his friends and all. Now we all know also that Jimin's pinky is a huge deal to JK. The moment he saw VMin comparing pinkies that's when he began screwing with us for real! Lmho.
JK made a big deal about JM's pinky and also seemed to have a thing for JM's Mochi cheeks too, calling him his Mochi and shit right in front of Tae's salad. Listen, TAE KNOWS. He knows!
So I found it interesting, how those parts of JM were specifically the things that V felt had changed about Jimin- I mean go back and look at Tae's facial expressions and smirk when he started talking about that. Lmho.
Then Jimin clapped back with that whole pinky line from their song Friends, pointing out how contradictory Tae was being. Lol.
To me that has always been one aspect of Tae and JK's ship dynamics that I enjoy so much. Tae is constantly teasing and shading JK and it's so subtle yet passive aggressive sometimes. you might miss it if you don't understand the context of him saying certain things in certain moments.
He don't spare JM sometimes either. Chileee. You never know with this man. Lol.
I mean did y'all catch his jab at JK during Festa when JK brought up the rain fight and he said, yea but that was a long time ago though- give it a rest. When I tell you, this man knew JK was trying to one up him over the whole dumpling fight thingy he had with JM. Lmho.
Then in that dynamite MV reaction VLive when JK and JM tried to eye fuck through the viewfinder? Let's not look into the camera he says so eloquently then side eyes JK- I LOVE THIS MAN!!! Please stay on their necks for me. They play too much! Lmho.
JK's possessiveness over JM is one of the causes of tension within the group I feel and JK have said his hyungs try to teach him not to be so possessive. Tae, RM and Suga to me are those hyungs who keep him in check the most, most times.
All that being said, just because there is tension present between them in a given moment doesn't necessarily mean it's as a result of a conflict between them as I have explained in past posts.
The inverse of this is similarly true. Truth is we can never know these things for sure. We can only speculate.
And personally, as I keep pointing out I have my own metrics for assessing these kinds of things. I get it wrong sometimes and when I do, I simply adjust my metrics and keep it pushing.
It's my own customized metrics, the lens through which I filter their interactions and make sense of their moments and It works for me. Isn't that what having an opinion is about?
I find, some of their interactions or moments follow an established pattern of behavior from their past moments and so it's much easier to call those.
For instance, you don't need a six foot page analysis to identify Jimlous or Jeonlous when you see it. You don't need a crystal ball to tell you when JK nibbles on Jimin's ear that Jimin is nervous. They did that in 2018, they did that in 2019, they've done that in 2020- to me that's become a pattern and when I see JK anywhere near Jimin's ear depending on the setting I will conclude JM is nervous and JK is trying to comfort him.
All that would be left for me to determine then is why Jimin is nervous at all in that moment and if I find he has no reason to be nervous in that instant my next assumption then would be that Jeon Jungkook is horny. I'm not kidding. Jk scares me. Lol.
Don't mind me.
He could be horny or he could be touchy, or he could be just expressing his affections through skinship. All of that is valid so I would employ an elimination approach?
I would rule out Jikook sexual foreplay in instances like that based on whether or not JK's gesture was a mission given to him by the staff based on Jimin's reaction to that gesture- He seemed pretty disappointed when he learned that JK bopping his nose was just a mission.
At times too I test out theories.
Yes, Jimin is an extrovert but does he freeze out JK when he is being an extrovert? He doesn't. We have seen him grabbing the Jeon titties in behind the scenes photoshoot, we have seen JK shove his butt in JM's dick face, we have seen 50 shades of JK grab JM's neck and dip his hand down his neck into his chest region to warm himself up. We have seen Jikook at behind the scenes photo shoots countless times. They gravitate towards eachother.
So if he is being his extrovert self with every body but JK, and JK is orbiting him but not interacting with him as they have done in the past then honestly I don't need my crystal ball to assume something is up between them. Why? Because Jikook's interactions behind the scenes aren't susceptible to false conditionings as compared to the intentional, exaggerated versions of their interactions on camera which sometimes can be laced with fanservice.
Jikook is not fanservice. Most of their behind cameras are moments of them breaching the forth wall. Like JM walking into JK's room without noticing there were cameras in the room. Their mood in there was not a performance and wasn't intended for the cameras and yet they were still close. Them taking a picture at the back of the track was equally that- unintended for the cameras.
What I'm saying is, we have seen Jikook when they are working on camera and when they are not working on camera and that mood in that behind the scenes photoshoot video doesn't fit either description of Jikook in those settings to me regardless of whether I know them personally or not.
What that moment fits into for me is a pattern of behavior that has been consistent with Jikook over the years. And I know people box JM into this whole extrovert personality but as I've said I don't believe anyone is completely extroverted or introverted.
JM to me has a certain degree of introvertedness in him and I've talked about this. He seems to have a bit of an avoidant personality too where he recoils into himself or shut people out in certain moments like how he says he drinks alone and becomes much quieter when he feels stressed out.
He doesn't open up as much about his problems it seems, he bottles it all up untill it eats him up- I'm glad he says when gets like that JK notices his mood and often comes around to do something that makes him laugh. Jimin does same for JK when he is feeling anxious- Please, Jikook is real ok?
So stop telling lies. Lol.
I think this avoidant personality becomes more prominent in moments when he fights or argues with people.
In Manila it was that moment where he noticed JK staring at him and so be moved his seat back to avoid JK's gaze. In VMin dumpling fight, it was him going out to drink with Suga after the fight- classic avoidant behavior. In Yoonmin it was him asking Suga not to touch him when Suga put his hand on his back even though Suga was sat right next to him.
In 2017- was it the behind scenes photoshoot for the billiard pool games? We saw JM literally running away from JK. Lol. He literally side-eyed the fuck out of JK, yeeted himself away from JK the moment he finished posing for the cameras. In that OT7 footage where V was playing with JK's hair, again, he yeeted himself out of there real quick at the end of filming- dude literally said deuces bitches. Lol.
And in the Jin birthday VLive 2019, he pulled away instinctively when JK's knee touched his. In all these instances, JM was keeping up the facade. Smiling and interacting like his normal slytherin/ honorary hufflepuff self but his instinctual reactions is what gave him away. In my opinion.
To me that is a pattern of behavior on JM's part. When he is angry or mad st someone- he avoids them. And it's harder if he has to be within the same space with such person.... I'll circle back to this.
All the times since 2015 when he's been 'mad' at JK he's done just that- Akekeking with everyone else, amplifying his extrovertedness, latching on to his 'clutches' within the group, all the while keeping JK at bay while stealing glances at him to see his reaction at the same time.
And when he notices how that's affecting JK- he literally smirks in satisfaction. Meet evil chim everyone- And I say this with love, he is vindictive as fuck. I mean this is the same person who didnt hesitate to kill Army in a game just for disobeying him- allegedly. Same person who said he would whoop his bandmates except of course for JK and force them to bow at his feet if he was ruler. Did y'all see Tae turning to check JM's reaction when JK made fun of his singing in run? Did you see his passive aggressive reaction to JK after that clowning?
Listen, we all should be scared of Park Jimin. He is sweet and all but fuck with him... I dare you. PJMs are gonna revoke my PJM membership are they not? Oh God! Lol
JK is similar to JM in this regard. He avoids when he is angry or edgy. Try touching him in that state and he is pulling away. He did it with Tae in the Dynamite MV behind scenes where Tae tried to touch him and he pulled away and the whole not wanting to hold hands with Tae at the KBS interview thingy- it actually broke my heart watching that bit. JK. Sigh. Will post and delete the Taekook video I am talking about as soon as I post this- out of respect for their shippers.
JK does the same to JM too sometimes when JM irritates him. Manila and also around On promo when they had that Alex Almanto whatever unit shoot- they were all having fun, there's a cut and suddenly he is pulling away when JM holds him, does the lip thingy, and glares at JM. He turns away to look at Hobi, which I just think he was trying to hide his expression from the camera lol- JM almost burst out into laughter and I nearly peed myself watching that bit- JK can be very petty sometimes. Lmho
He did the same in this controversial photoshoot. He was mad at both JM and Namjoon which explains the part he was dragging his feet when he was walking away from JM. It wasn't because he was waiting for Jimin. He was avoiding Namjoon who was walking ahead of him. In my opinion. And the part he stood with Jin and RM- JM did something hilarious JK giggled a little but turned immediately to Namjoon and when he noticed RM laughing too he stopped laughing. Then he did that thing were he put the fear of God in RM when RM stood close to JM. JK was so angry he forgot his manners when he bumped into Jin in that moment and again, like always. He looked away to avoid the scenery.
Now I don't know what had gone on there but I'm still trying to reconstruct that moment to figure it out. All I know is something went on involving those three and may be Tae too as I have pointed out in previous posts.
JM was mad at JK, JK was mildly mad at JM but heavily mad at RM.
All these things I've mentioned are patterns of behavior that have repeated over the years from my delusional point of view of Jikook's interactions and of their interactions as against the group dynamics.
Circling back to the Be concept clip and JM's mood in there, I gotta ask. Do you think Jimin's mood was as a result of the stress of keeping their relationship a secret in that moment?
It wasn't to me. Even after looking away from JK he went back to looking at JK again. When their eyes met he smiled a little. Whatever was going on with him had nothing to do with JK or their relationship. If it did, he would have been much more hostile than that and frankly JK wouldn't be sat there cheesing the way he was doing in that instance. His butt would have been on fire.
JM seemed- serene and peaceful to me. I actually enjoy him most in his moments of quiet like these.
RM's reaction to that Jikook moment however is an indication of stress to me. He seemed excited, probably wanted to play with his Jiminie but when he noticed JM had looked away his instincts was to check JK's reaction. Not anybody else, JK.
When he noticed JK was smiling at JM he dropped his hands and seemed a bit deflated. That deflation right there is one of the signs of the stress I'm talking about.
RM isn't just the leader he is their friend. Like V his bond with JM suffers from time to time due to our elephant in the room. I am often fascinated by RM and JM's friendship dynamics and would definitely love to have conversation about their dynamics.
I hope this answers your question?
Please keep supporting Jikook. Jikool is real.
Signed,
GOLDY
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You are the Father
Pair: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Summary: Namjoon had been your boyfriend for four years and your now husband for three. He was winding down from his American Tour and it was their last one before their band disbanded. As hard as it was for him, he was ready to stay home and start a family. You couldnât be happier to tell him the news.
Warnings: There isnât really any except form pregnancy talk, smut and, small celebratory sex.
A/N: I got this idea from @amethysthope and I just had to write it! The idea of Namjoon as a father has been gut wrenchingly soft so I hope you guys enjoy!
When you first met Namjoon, you never knew just how drastically he would change your life. Meeting through your mutual friend, Jimin, it was hard to keep you two away from each other after that. âLove at first sightâ most would say. You had to agree. Something drew you to him instantly and he to you.
The band life and schedule made Namjoon hesitant for date you at first, and it scared you as well. However, after a year of flirting, talking, small dates, and just about everything else, you two decided to make it official. At first the fans were skeptical, but they wanted Namjoon to be happy and he was with you. Eventually, you learned to get over the press, the fans, pretty much everything, and accept that your boyfriend was an Idol and he loved it.
It was three months after Namjoon had returned from a tour and asked you to marry him. Now three years later, youâre married and BTS is wrapping up the last of their tour. It was late and you knew Namjoon would try to call when it wasnât drastically late into the night to talk to you. They had two more cities to play before he came back and BTS would be done.
It was a sad thought to think about. You watched them because of Jimin and they were the reason you got together with Namjoon in the first place. To see them no longer together broke your heart. But, time moves on, and there are just some things we cannot control.
You laid in bed watching tv when your phone began to buzz. You shouldâve been sleeping, but you really missed him. âJoonie.â You said playfully as you answered. He smiled softly at you through though the camera lens and it made your heart swoon. âHey (y/n), how are you doing?â He asked as he set his phone down so he didnât have to hold it.
âIâm okay. Really missing you.â You told him as he nodded. âI agree, I miss you too. But, Iâll be home Saturday, so you donât have to wait much longer.â
The thought of having your husband back home and in your arms was teasing to your heart. He smiled at you and you watched the dimples in his cheeks become deeper. God you loved those dimples. It was the first thing you noticed about him. The day you walked into the practice room to grab Jimin for lunch, Namjoon had been laughing at something one of the other members had said and from there you were in love.
It was silent for a moment when Namjoon spoke again. â(Y/N), Iâve been thinking..â He started slowly watching you as you nodded. âWhat is it love?â You asked seeing the look on his face.
âWell,â He continued, âI was thinking, when I get back, do you think we could start our family?â
This shocked you. Not because you werenât ready or anything, mainly it was just because you didnât think he would ever bring it up. You had mentioned it a few times here and there to each other, but with his busy schedule, you didnât want to start until it was all said an done. You didnât want to raise a child alone.
Your heartbeat began to race and your smile was big. âOf course Joonie. I would love to grow our family.â You told him happily and his dimpled smile for bigger. âReally?â He asked you and you nodded excitedly. âYes! Namjoon thatâs all Iâve wanted since I met you. You, me, a baby or two, and a dog of course.â You giggled. Namjoon wasnât always so big on the dog idea, but he loved you so much, he would do it if it made you happy.
âThen when I get back, prepare for all the sex you can possibly have.â He smirked at you and you just laughed shaking your head.
â-
Saturday.
Today was the day. Namjoonâs flight would be in soon and you couldnât wait to see him. You had cleaned your penthouse a million times over, even if Namjoon had hired someone to do it for you. You didnât care. You had to distract yourself. You had taken every calculation to make sure you could get pregnant. Within the week, you had went to the OBGYN to make sure you were able to conceive and bear children, as well as make sure you wouldnât have any pregnancy risks.
You had tracked your ovulation every single day and this week was perfect. Your ovulation cycle would end Monday, so the gap wasnât particularly big but enough to at least try. You had also made sure to buy some early response pregnancy tests. You werenât going to be upset if it didnât happen right away, but you were just happy to try.
3:00pm.
Namjoon would be home any minute. You had offered to go to the airport to pick him up but he had told you that Jin was going to drop him off. They had one final meeting before the final goodbye. It wasnât like they were saying goodbye to each other, just go-go life they had experienced.
Suddenly you heard keys jingling. Your heart began to race. The door knob turned and you stepped into the middle of the way as Namjoon looked up seeing you. The tears in his eyes were obvious and you could tell it was hard. It hurt because you knew he was saying goodbye to his family and that was the hardest thing to experience.
He walked over to you and pulled you in his arms as you wrapped your around his neck. He was taller than you, so you had to stretch and stand on your toes a bit. âGod I missed you.â He said burying his face in your neck. You inhaled his scent as you held him. âMe too.â
â-
You sat at the table eating as he talked about the final leg of the tour, and what went down at the studio before he came home.
âThey said in maybe three years, we can talk about a small reunion or something. I think weâre all just happy to have our own time and work on ourselves.â He said stuffing a bit of ramen into his mouth. You nodded. You didnât really understand how this stuff worked, but then again, you werenât a K-POP idol.
You could see the tiredness in his eyes as you watched him. You didnât realize how long you had been staring until he called you on it. âDo I have noodle on my face?â He smirked tilting his head. This made you chuckle but you shook your head. âNot at all, Iâm just excited to have you home and to myself.â You cooed softly.
He stood up coming over to you pulling you towards him. âI didnât forget you know. I still want to start our family.â He said softly putting his forehead to yours. âI know. I just didnât want to make you feel like we had to try right now.â
You put your hand on his face cupping his cheek. The feel of his skin beneath yours had your body igniting with a burning fire. He looked at you as you made your way to his hair feeling the softness of it between your fingers. You had this man memorized like your favorite and you knew exactly what ways to touch him before he caved.
His breathing became softly staggered but you could tell. He leaned down pressing his lips to yours as you let out a small moan. You missed him. Eight months he had been gone, and eight months you had to take care of yourself. Toys werenât as fun as the real thing.
The kiss became heavier and sloppier and you needed this man now. Like,
Right now.
You broke the kiss as you took his hand leading him to the bedroom. Of course, you had a plan of action. You wore his favorite bra and pantie set, and even cleaned yourself up a little. You had lacked in the shaving department for the past month, and your toenails and fingernails lacked a good mani-pedi.
All these things you wanted to have done because you wanted it to be perfect. Of course, you knew Namjoon didnât care about that stuff, but you wanted this to be perfect for you too. He slowly lifted your shirt up as his fingers teasingly touched your skin.
Your body shook from the small intimate touch, but you were ready to give into any desire he asked of you. He threw your shirt god knows where into the room, and your hands were reaching for him. He didnât stop you. You undid every button, but slowly as your anticipations made the heat for each other grow. He stood before you shirtless, his broad chest heaving as he took each breath. His shoulders broad in all of their glory.
He drank you in. The beautiful white lace accented your skin and the way your stomach was flat and toned. You had silently thanked him for getting you a trainer. You never needed one before, but you always wanted to keep up with Namjoon when it came to certain things, and sex was one of them.
The kiss had picked up the intensity that it left in the kitchen and Namjoon was practically ripping your pants off before you could even blink. He laid you down as his body weight sank you into the mattress. It was just you in your bra and panties, and Namjoon in his boxers. You needed to be closer. You needed to feel his skin touching you. You were craving it like a ravenous dog who hadnât eaten in months.
He moved his wet kisses down to your neck as you moved your head to the side to give him more access. He moved up to your earlobe lightly tugging on it. Your moaned. It was one of your sweet spots and he knew it. Even tortured you with it from time to time. You moved your hand down and palmed him through his boxers. âFuck.â He hissed as he felt your hand on him.
Your body arched in response to his harsh wording. Namjoon rarely cussed, and when he did, it was usually because your mouth was wrapped around him giving him blowjobs. Finally, you were both naked and his head was between your thighs.
You didnât want to wait, you were practically dripping from how bad you wanted him, but he wasnât going to give in so easily. âPatience (y/n), I want to take our time. We have all night.â He teased as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your back arched and he smirked. What a beautiful view he had of you. âNamjoon,â You groand. âPlease.â
You hated begging, but you missed him. It wasnât even about trying to get pregnant, you just needed him. Of course, your cries were ignored as he comtimued working you over with his tongue. You felt a finger enter you and your toes curled. Gripping the sheets, you put your head back. He worked you over and it was driving you crazy.
âDonât come.â He commanded and that made you almost smack him.
âNamjoon, either you fuck me, or you let me come.â You retaliated. You werenât in the mood for games tonight. Itâs been eight months and all you want is to be fucked into next week by your husband. You felt him stop and your head was spinning. Being brought close to your climax then pulled away from it was making you mad.
âNam-â You were cut off by your own cry as he entered you. The sound that escaped Namjoonâs mouth drove your senses mad. Your husband was the sexiest man alive, and you had him all to yourself. âOh my god.â He groaned as he started moving in you.
You felt a small pain since it had been awhile, but soon it subsided and your body was responding to every single bit of him. You were gripping the sheets, your body was arched, your head was back, and you were in ecstasy. You pulled him down to you as you kissed him. It was sloppy and needy but you didnât care. The small clashing of your teeth against him only turned you on more.
He was hitting you g-spot over and over. He was angled so perfect and it was making your body start to shake. You knew this wouldnât last too much longer because, your husband had been gone, there was only so much you could do yourself.
âFuck Namjoon! Iâm so close!â You whimpered as he wrapped your leg around his waist. He went deeper hitting you in just the right way as he smirked. âCome for me (y/n).â He grunted. You couldnât hold it back much longer, you had to release. âDonât make me tell you again.â He warned and that was all it took before you exploded around him.
Your cries probably had been heard through the whole penthouse, and you were silently thankful that you had given your housekeeper the night off. You made a mental note to take of the sheets tomorrow.
Riding out your orgasm and Namjoon came. He stayed in you for a moment to recover before pulling out. The feeling was bittersweet. He moved climbing into the bed as he pulled you to him. âI missed you (y/n), so fucking much.â He said putting his nose into your hair. âI love you.â He spoke softly.
âI love you too Joonie.â You said softly before you both passed out.
â
1 month later.
You sat in the doctors office waiting as you sat in the gown. You had taken multiple tests and all of them, except two, had come out negative. You were confused. You and Namjoon had been going at it like rabbits and only two tests came out with plus signs.
Jimin shuffled in the chair next to you. You were going to ask Namjoon to come, but you hadnât told him about any of the tests because you didnât want to disappoint him. âWhat if youâre not..you know..?â Jimin asked as you internally groaned. Maybe you shouldâve asked Namjoon to come with.
âThatâs why Iâm here Jimin. To get a finalized answer.â You replied. Before Jimin got another word out, there was a knock. The doctor stepped in and she gave a bright white toothed smile. âAre you (y/n)?â She asked and you nodded. âThatâs me.â
âAnd is this the father?â She asked shaking Jiminâs hand. He chuckled and shook his head. âNo maâam, Iâm just here for emotional support.â He told her and she nodded. âOf course. Well, the results came in from the test. It came up positive.â She said happily and that made your heart beat quicken.
âReally?â You asked practically falling off the small bed and she laughed. âIâm sorry, itâs just, all of my other tests came out negative except too. I thought maybe the two positives were possibly false.â You explained and she nodded. âOf course. Lucky for you, all of our tests are 98% accurate, so you should have a healthy baby in you.â
Your stomach burst into butterflies. Before we begin, I just need you to fill out this paperwork which just states youâre okay with the ultrasound.â She explained. You nodded taking the papers and reading them quickly over before signing.
She took the clipboard back as she set it down slipping on her gloves. âAlright, Iâm going to apply some gel to your lower stomach area. Itâs going to feel a bit cold.â She warned you. You took a deep breath as she rolled up the gown a bit before applying the gel. Your body jumped in response and you felt your cheeks turn red. âIâm sorry.â You apologized and the doctor chuckled. âItâs a normal response, donât apologize.â She said lightly.
She took the probe and began running it over where she put the gel. You watched the monitor and saw nothing but basically grey. The doctor searched and finally landed on something. âAh, there you are.â She said softly as you looked at the screen. âWhere?â You asked as she looked at you then back to the screen. âWell, this little bean right here is your baby.â She said leaning forward touching the area of where the baby was sitting.
You felt your stomach drop. Holy shit. It was a little bean.
Jimin leaned forward scaring you a little since you had basically forgotten he was in the room. âHoly cow (y/n). You really are pregnant.â He said taking your hand and you squeezed. You all watched the monitor as the bean sat there minding itâs own business.
When it was finished, you cleaned up the gel and got dressed. The doctor had went to print the pictures and you were in complete awe. You were pregnant. Not only were you pregnant, you were pregnant with Namjoonâs child.
Jimin looked at you before asking, âAre you okay? You look like you might be sick.â
You chuckled softly shaking your head. âNo, Iâm okay. Iâm just shocked. I really was scared that I might not be pregnant.â You told him honestly and he nodded. âReally (y/n), congratulations. You and Joon are going to be great parents.â He said touching your shoulder. You hugged him happily.
You just wondered how you were going to tell Namjoon.
â
When you arrived back home, Namjoon was nowhere to be found. You had heard some music playing from his little studio he had made and went to see him. He was working on making a new track and you didnât want to mess with him. Even if he wasnât in a band anymore, he still had work for do. He was still an artist and loved to write lyrics. You knew he would either collaborate on songs, or sell the ones he wrote.
You snuck back down the hallway and headed to your room. You set the bag of stuff down that you had grabbed on your way home and took a deep breath. Placing a small hand on your stomach, you smiled.
Pregnant.
You were actually carrying a child. You took out the small box and placed the baby onesie inside and the picture on top of it. You closed it and tied the bow neatly. You went to your bedside table grabbing a pen and grabbing the card you began to write.
âThe only thing better than having you as my husband is..
Having you as the father of our child.
Baby Kim due in 9 months.â
You clicked the cap shut on the pen and took some tape before taping the small card to the box. You walked back down to the hall where you heard the music still going. You knew it would be a little but before Namjoon found the box outside of his door, but you were just happy to be able to tell him in some way.
You had just finished showering up. You pulled your towel around you before sliding the door open. You didnât heard the music playing anymore but you didnât think much of it. He was probably writing anyway. You walked to your bedroom as you stopped seeing Namjoon sitting on the bed with the box in his hands. Your heart was pounding.
âJoonie?â You said softly as he looked up. âIs it true?â He asked as he looked at you. You bit the bottom of your lip as you nodded. âItâs true.â You said softly. He set the box down before standing up and walking towards you. âYouâre really pregnant?â He asked almost in disbelief but it was more shock and happiness mixed into one. You nodded again and he pulled you to him.
âIâm really going to be a father?â He asked you and you slightly chuckled. âThat is what you wanted isnât it?â You teased. He moved to look at you and nodded. âMore than anything in the world.â
You saw the look in his eyes and before you could react, his lips were on yours. The heat between you two picked up quickly and you were on the bed. He didnât hesitate with his pants before spreading your legs and entering you.
Your groaned as you felt him fill and stretch you. âNamjoon..â You panted as he thrusted into you. âYouâre all mine baby.â He smirked at you. And you were, you were always his. From day one you had always known that this man...
Was the love of your life.
â
2 years later.
You were sitting on the floor with your son, Ian. He was attempting to walk on his newly found legs that he didnât know he had. It made you giggle as he used something to balance on. He had a good mop of brown hair on his head but he had his fathers eyes. He squealed in excitement as he balanced. âCome here love!â You called to him as he squealed again.
He didnât take more than a step before falling into his butt. It made you laugh as he stood up walking over to him. âCome here love, lets get you something to eat.â You took him to the kitchen placing him in his high chair. âPears or bananas?â You asked him as he happily patted on the small table in front of him.
You nodded. âBananas it is.â You agreed with the nonexistent answer that your son gave you. You had just finished grabbing the food as you felt movement in your stomach. âHello princess.â You said placing your hand on your stomach. Six months pregnant with your second child, you couldnât be happier.
You sat down to feed your son as the front door opened. âIâm home!â Namjoon sang which made you and your son laugh. âDa!â Ian squealed as you looked at him. âHeâs home!â You said as Namjoon walked into the kitchen.
âThere you three are. I thought maybe you guys had left me.â He smirked as Ian reached out for his father. Namjoon walked over picking him up as he ticked Ianâs stomach which sent him into a fit of laughter. Your heart was warm for the pair. They were bonded and it was obvious Ian would learn to be just like his father. He set him back down as Namjoon kissed you softly. âAnd how are my two favorite girls?â He asked placing a hand on your stomach. âSheâs active today.â You told him as he smiled. âThree more months and weâll finally get to meet her.â He said happily.
You nodded. âI canât wait. Hopefully she wonât be as rambunctious as the little one over there.â You laughed as Ian was making a messy display of his banana food. âWell would you look at that! Youâve made quite a mess little one!â Namjoon chuckled grabbing a wet cloth to clean him up.
He walked over to Ian as he started wiping off his face. âHow cute that you would act like just your dad when it comes to food. Messy.â Namjoon chuckled.
âThen itâs a good thing that you are the father.â
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Home with you | Sana
Genre: angst (fluff maybe at the end?)
Wordcount: 1,708
Request: hi, can i request something w/ twiceâs sana & idol!fem reader? can you also make it angst but w/ a happy ending? thank you so much !
A/N: So I wrote this for a request, but then another request came in that was really similar to this (shoutout to the anon who can apparantely read my thoughts :D), but not quite. So I never posted it. But I couldnât just delete it, so here it is. Basically, the twin sister of âPiecesâ :D
If you could turn back time right in this moment you would. What was it all good for? If you started again and didnât repeat your mistakes, you could save yourself a lot of pain. But it was your own fault. You knew that you were getting attached to the industryâs biggest flirt, so it was bound to leave you scarred.
Your relationship with Sana started about two years ago and everything was fine in the beginning. You had met because one of your group members, Eunha, was befriended with Sana and one day you all went out for a coffee together. The both of you immediately clicked and the coffee date slowly turned into a real one with Eunha being the third wheel. After that, you exchanged numbers and stayed in contact, despite both of your busy schedules. Because it was known that Eunha and Sana were really good friends, you used the opportunity to go on dates under the pretext that it was just some friends catching up together. It didnât take long for Sana to ask you to be her girlfriend and you were more than happy to accept.
You should have probably thought about the consequences of dating a fellow idol with no chance to go public a little earlier. Now two years later, all you were left with was a broken heart. It was a gradual process. You knew that Sana was flirty with almost everyone but you in public, because you couldnât risk anyone getting suspicious. It was easy for you to accept her being touchy with her fellow members. You knew that they basically spent their entire youth together and that this created a bond for life.
But when Sana started to flirt with people outside her group, the jealousy began bubbling inside of you. You didnât want to be unfair though, so you let it go. It was simply Sanaâs personality and you trusted her, you thought to yourself. She would never cheat on you. They were nothing more but friends. Even if fans were going crazy and started shipping Sana with all kind of idols. You tried to not let yourself get soaked into all of this gossip.
At one point, however, things were getting out of hand. Sana was getting particularly touchy with only one idol. Jungkook. During award shows BTS and Twice would always stand next to each other, giving them the chance to interact. Being two of the most popular groups, fans started shipping Sana and Jungkook immediately after they were seen joking around together. You didnât think much of it at first, but slowly, you couldnât help but think that Sana even enjoyed being shipped with him.
Normally, she wouldnât do anything to fire up rumors, but this time, it seemed like she wanted to cause a scandal. Doing aegyo for him, batting her eyelashes and pretending to be flustered about the things he whispered into her ears. And all you could do was stand right next to her. Watching her flirt with other people, if just playful or serious. And it hurt. It hurt because she didnât even try to consider your feelings and it hurt because you knew that this could never be the two of you. And so you felt your heart gradually crumbling.
The last straw, however, only happened barely an hour ago. You were actually on your way to your girlfriend, browsing the internet in the back of the car, when one particular headline spread like a wildfire on all important news pages:
âTwiceâs Sana and BTSâ Jungkook spotted on a date.â
You were slightly chuckling to yourself, thinking it was just another clickbait, but when you clicked on one article, you couldnât believe your eyes. There were pictures showing your girlfriend on what seemed like an actual date with Jungkook. They were taking a walk in a park, all bundled up to hide from the paparazzi, but actually making them even easier to spot.
What was Sana doing?
Just when you were about to read the article, your cellphone rang: Sana.
Of course she would call now. But you didnât want to see her right now, even less so talk to her. You rejected her call and told your driver to bring you to a nearby park instead. You needed to clear your head. As you were walking around, you reflected Sanaâs and your relationship. Where did it all go wrong? Or was it maybe wrong from the beginning? Maybe it was simply a lost cause. You sat on a bench, burying your head into your jacket as far as you could to protect yourself from the cold. You were about to make a decision whether it was time to end this game, when you could hear steps from behind,
âY/N?â
You heard the soft voice from your girlfriend. You didnât need to turn around to know that she had been crying. The sadness in her voice was not to ignore. But you didnât bother to turn around.
âY/N.â
She repeated another time, making her way around the bench, ending up crouching down in front of you with her hands supporting herself on your legs.
âPlease listen to me.â
She whispered while some tears were leaving marks on her cheeks. You were just too tired. You gave your all into this relationship and you were empty now. You wanted to leave, but you were even too tired to do that. So you stayed, not looking into your girlfriendâs eyes.
âItâs not what it looks like, Y/N. I promise.â
She sobbed.
âPlease just look at me.â
She took your chin softly into her hand, turning it to face her. Her puffy eyes hurt you. After all this time. After the flirting, the shipping and the rumors. After everything, the thing that could still hurt you the most, was your girlfriend being sad.
âI love you, Y/N. You know I do.â
You laughed mockingly at Sanaâs words.
âOh do you now? How could you have taken your flirting then far enough that there are actual pictures of you with him?â
You spat out, now feeling your own tears stinging in your eyes.
âIâm sorry. I never meant for it to go this far.â
She cried out, now starting to cling to your jacket as if she needed something to hold on to in order to not lose it completely.
âIt didnât mean anything to me. You have to believe me. I only want you.â
She tried to reach out to your face, but you flinched to avoid her touch.
âI donât care anymore, Sana. What are we even doing? Our relationship is leading to nowhere. The sooner we get that, the more pain we can safe us.â
You stood up, causing Sana to lose her balance and almost tumbling over, but she caught herself the last second, sprinting behind you instead and getting a hold of your arm. You had to turn around to get rid of Sanaâs hand, but the moment you were facing her, she pressed her lips against yours. You stumbled back in surprise.
âSana! What the hell are you doing? We could be seen!â
âI donât care. Then let them see us. Iâm dating you. No one else.â
She responded, while getting a hold of your neck again, trying to pull you into another kiss.
âSana stop! Canât you see? Itâs too late. If I were important to you, you wouldnât go on dates with other people.â
You yelled at her, now 100% sure that you drew the attention of the other park visitors to you.
âIt wasnât a date! It was all a PR stunt to promote our comeback. To draw attention to us.â
She huffed defeated, massaging her temples in frustration.
âI know this isnât an apology. And it isnât supposed to be one. I behaved like an asshole, I know that. I should have declined the proposition or at least talked with you about it. So you can call me a bad girlfriend, but donât ever doubt my feelings for you!â
She begged you, while you were staring at her in disbelief.
âWhy didnât you talk with me about it?â
You wondered out loud.
âBecause this was all I wanted for us. I wanted people to ship us, because we couldnât keep our eyes to ourselves at award shows. I wanted the paparazzi to chase behind us to be able to reveal pictures of us kissing. I wanted us to have the chance of a real relationship that didnât only exist behind closed doors. I just wanted to know how all of this felt like.â
Tears silently fell from your eyes. How could you be mad at her for this? It would be selfish to hold her back from what she wanted.
âI guess, I should let you go then. I want you to be happy, Sana. You should have everything you want.â
You said silently, not wanting to hear your own words, because they felt like blades cutting you open.
âBut I donât want to have a relationship if itâs not with you!â
Sana yelled at you. Your sobs where making your whole body shake by now, making Sana wrap her arms around you, holding you close.
âI donât want to lose you, Y/N. Or did I already?â
She asked searching for your eyes once you had calmed down a bit.
âNo.â
You whispered, now it being you who grabbed a fistful of her coat to have something to hold on to. She pulled you closer by your neck, your noses touching.
âIâm going to be better. I swear.â
You nodded hardly noticeable.
âLetâs just leave for a while. Only the two of us. Letâs fix this. Us.â
She pleaded while pulling at your clothes in desperation.
Normally you would be rational right now. You were idols, you couldnât just leave. But right now, you didnât care. You decided to pretend for a while. Like you actually could steal a few weeks to fix what was broken between Sana and you. You just wanted to go somewhere with her. You didnât care where. Everywhere with Sana was home.
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Violent Delights
Title: Violent Delights
Genre: Horror, suspense, & Psychological thriller
Pairings: Gang!BTS x reader ; Jimin x reader
Sypnosis: "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. What do you say, Y/n? Reckon we'll have a violent end." He maniacally grinned as he pressed the metallic point of the gun against your bleeding temple, the raw brass stinging against your open wound. "I don't know. We might."
Release Date: October 31st, 2019 6:30 pm (GMT-4)
Word Count: 9112
Warnings: The following story is not suitable for all audiences. It contains a lot of graphic violence, gore, varying levels of abuse, toxic relationship, dubious consent, implications of dangerous behavior, and a lot of other mature things. Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect my personal beliefs or ideas, or the character of BTS. Thank you & enjoy.
Y/n stared at the round clock mounted on the wall, listening to the rhythmic ticking while willing the time to pass by faster. Kang Haneul, her therapist, was busy writing down his thoughts on their session today. âIs there anything else you would like to talk about before we wrap up?â His tone nonchalant, but from the tiny twitch of his ears she could tell he was listening intently. âNo.â Y/n drew her attention back to the clock, anxiously waiting for the minute hand to land on the twelve. Dr. Kang looked up from his paper and focus on the anxious woman in front of him. Todayâs session had been good. He was steadily making progress with the woman that his other colleagues had warned would be a tough case to crack, especially for someone with little experience. Kang did always love a challenge and he was determined to help Y/l/n Y/n no matter what.
      58..59âŠFinally. Y/n stood up from the tweed couch and began to gather her stuff. âThank you doctor. Have a good evening.â Her purse was perched on her arm and her leg trembled slightly, she couldnât wait to get home. âHave a good evening, Y/n. Remember to pick up your prescription from Joy at the front.â She nodded and excused herself, the soles of her rubber shoes squeaking slightly against the white tile floor. Y/n was always scheduled for the last appointment, three times a week, it made things easier and she didnât have to worry about traffic. Joy had already finished packing up and seemed tired, but she still greeted Y/n with a smile. âHere you go.â Joy said placing the prescription bottle on the counter. It was small and white, anyone could easily confuse it for pain medication unless they read the label. âThanks Joy. Have a nice night.â Y/n grabbed the bottle and dropped it into her bag, before walking away. âWait. Y/n donât you want me to order you a ride?â Joy asked as she peered outside through the large window, noting how dark it had gotten in just a couple of hours. Y/n looked back, a practiced smile on her face. âItâs no problem. It isnât that long of a walk.â
      It definitely was a long walk. Nearly thirty minutes to her apartment, but Y/n enjoyed strolling through the city. It wasnât the weekend so there wasnât an abundance of people crowding the streets trying to seek entertainment in one way or another. She didnât live in the best neighborhood, but she had lived there long enough to know her way and what streets to avoid if she didnât want trouble. Problem is trouble usually came looking for her. It was as she was crossing in front of the older part of town, the one riddled with shabby looking buildings were mainly seniors resided that she heard it. A loud scream of pain followed by laughter. Donât. Just keep walking. But it came again; this time she heard a loud metal clang and a groan. Y/n stood frozen on the spot, an alleyway to her right. It was practically shrouded in darkness if not for a small lamp that hung off the side of a building, several feet away. Y/n just keep walking. As much as she tried, she couldnât bring herself to do it. Doctor Kang had told her that it was important to lend a hand if someone was in trouble, no matter what her mind told her. âTry to place yourself in their shoes. Wouldnât you want somebody to help you if they were in trouble?â Y/n cast one more look into the alleyway before taking a deep breath and stepping towards it.
      There was conveniently a large dumpster that she crouched behind. Y/n wasnât about to walk head first into a situation without knowing what she was getting herself into. There was another holler of laughter, it dawned on her that there might be more than one perp. As stealthily as she could, Y/n sneaked a glance towards where the sound was coming from. The lamp was only illuminating a small section of the alleyway, but even with the faint light Y/n could see everything. There was a man and women laying on the ground, the manâs body was severely damaged. Several bruises lined his torso, his skull was cracked open, teeth scattered on the ground, and his hand was pressed against his abdomen which had been ripped open as he desperately tried to keep his intestines inside. The woman beside him had her clothes ripped to shreds and a large bruising on her side, evidence of broken ribs. Her head was also bleeding, and her eyes moved deliriously. Y/nâs entire attention was on the victims, until she witnessed a crowbar flighting into the manâs face driving his nose up into his skull. Y/n was in shock and her eyes slowly traveled to the left.
      There were several men, seven or eight maybe, who were standing above them. Laughing, smiling, or cracking jokes. Their clothes had been stained with blood and each of them had a weapon on hand, except for one who possessed a camera. All of them cheered as the manâs now dead body fell to the side. The woman beside him letting out a shrill of terror. Y/n observed everything with amazement and a sick fascination. This is wrong. What theyâre doing is wrong. That was the phrase that kept repeating like a mantra inside her head. Doctor Kang would want her to call the police and get the men arrested, but even though her hand hovered over her phone in her back pocket, she never reached for it. Y/n didnât like what the men were doing, nor did she get some twisted enjoyment off it. She simply didnât care. There was a man and a woman on the brink of death right before her eyes and she couldnât bring herself to care, even though she desperately wanted â needed to. Doctor Kang had said she was getting better, that she should begin to sympathize with people. Y/n hoped that she could, but now confronted with this situation all she could bring herself to care about was her survival. I have to get out of here.
      One of the men crouched in front of the woman, his face a few inches from hers. Y/n couldnât tell what it is that he had told her, but she had an idea. Until, he stood up and backed away from her. If Y/n focused on him she could notice his face, the man had light hair paired with high cheekbones and pouty lips. His skin was tan and his eyes sharp, quite like that of a cat. He parted his lips to speak, a singular word exiting them. âRun.â The woman struggled to get on her feet, but she quickly took off running towards Y/nâs direction. Donât be stupid. Heâll just â But the man stayed still, as did his friends simply watching the woman run away. Would they actually? By now the woman was only a few meters away from exiting the alleyway, it was when she neared the dumpster that the man broke out into a sprint after her. She had just managed to pass the dumpster when he tackled her to the ground.
      âNo, please. Please donât.â The woman thrashed around trying to fight him off, but it was evident he easily overpowered her. Y/n had forced herself into a corner and rolled into a ball, trying to look as inauspicious as possible. It wouldâve been fine if the woman hadnât turned towards her direction, making eye contact with Y/n. Y/n desperately shook her head, pleading her not to say anything. âPlease help me!â She extended her arm out towards Y/n, causing the man to turn and look at her. A sadistic smile made its way onto his lips as he let out a dry chuckle. The perp focused his attention back on the woman, reaching into his pocket to pull out a knife and using it to jaggedly slice her throat. The woman flailed on the ground as the blood poured endlessly from her wound. Then she too was dead.
      The man stood up and casually wiped off his jeans. Though he wasnât staring at her, Y/n knew that he was watching her. âJimin, letâs go. The funâs over.â A member of the group spoke up, but the man, Jimin, only laughed. âItâs not quite over yet boys.â He said as his eyes trailed up Y/nâs figure. In the blink of an eye, Jimin had pounced on her, dragging her up off the ground. âWhat do we have here?â Jiminâs face had blood splattered all over it, but when he smiled his teeth were pearly white. Y/n couldnât speak too afraid of what he would do to her. âWhat the fuck is going on?â The other men had finally reached them, all making a slight circle around the two of them. âI found a rat by the trash.â Jimin spoke, his voice deep almost like he was growling. âThat isnât a rat, itâs a lady.â Spoke a rather tall boy with long hair, crossing his arms over his rather large chest. All of them looked different and even had different statures, so Y/n doubted they were related. Jiminâs hands had traveled from your arms to your neck, his grip tight. âWhatâs your name sweetheart?â One of them asked, he stood apart from the rest. He was tall, tan, and had sandy blonde hair. A kind smile adorned his features, though it seemed rehearsed.
      âY-y/n.â It might have been rather reckless of her to give that away, but she was certain of her death. Sandy seemed pleased with her answer, but Jimin still let one of his hands drop towards her bottom, hovering over it until he located her phone. He quickly threw it to Sandy, who handed off to the guy who was holding the camera. âWhatâs your password?â Y/n quickly replied, eyes downcast as she tried to avoid Jiminâs intense stare. After a couple of minutes, the camera guy turned towards Sandy and nodded. Y/n couldnât tell if that was a good thing or not. As if someone was watching over her, the man she long thought dead gasped drawing everyoneâs attention. The men began to walk over to him and Jimin dragged her with them, his hand tightly wrapped in her hair. It seems he wasnât dead just yet, which was some cruel miracle. âYoongi.â Sandy muttered quietly, a grey-haired man stepped forward with a gun tightly clutched in his hand. He fired three blows into the manâs head; its contents flying all over the wall and floor.
      Unbeknownst to Y/n, Jimin had been observing her actions and was shocked at her apathetic reaction to having seen someoneâs brains being blown out. âWhatâs wrong with you?â He asked her, forcing Y/n to look at him. She couldnât answer him, didnât want to really. Y/n just wanted them to get over with it. âNamjoon-Hyung, Iâm bored letâs go.â Whined the man with long hair. He must be the youngest. âHeâs right. The cops will be here any second.â Spoke a broad-shouldered man, âLetâs just take the entertainment home.â Y/n wasnât given time to dwell on their words, for Jimin flashed her a quick smile before aiming his fist towards her. Knocking her unconscious, the second they hit their target. âHavenât I warned you not to help others?!â
      Y/n came to when she felt searing pain on the side of her face. Her eyes peered open to view a concrete wall above her. When she tried to stand up, she was pulled back down by a strong force. âYouâre not allowed to move.â She whipped her head to see, one of the men sitting next to her. His hair was wet, and his clothes smelled clean, but it was the dark swirls in his eyes that warned Y/n to proceed with caution. She didnât speak, fearing saying the wrong thing. The man stared at her, taking in every detail of her face before speaking. âIâm Taehyung.â Taehyung looked around her age, his body lean and if she had seen him on the street Y/n might have considered him attractive. At the very least, she wouldnât have considered him to be someone capable of cold-blooded murder. Taehyung observed her, watching the way she subconsciously made herself as little as possible. Keeping her gaze downward to avoid eye contact.
      Y/n tried to flex her jaw but winced at the pain she felt. Thatâs right he punched me. Though her face hurt, she was much more curious as to why she wasnât six feet underground. Not that Y/n was about to question them, she had learned from experience how keeping oneâs mouth shut saved their lives. âAh, good. Youâre awake. Tae go help Jin in the kitchen.â Sandy or should she say, Namjoon had just entered walked down the stairs. His hair wet as well, and Y/n deduced they all must be cleaning up. I mustâve not been out that long. Namjoon walked towards where she was on the couch, stopping right in front of where she was sitting purposely towering over her. Y/n looked up at him, preferring to focus on his face in general. Namjoon gave her that rehearsed smile before speaking, âWhy are you taking anti-depressants?â Y/n froze, casting a look around trying to find her purse. At her lack of response Namjoon took hold of her chin and pressed against the forming bruise on the side of her jaw, causing Y/n to moan in pain. âI asked you a question.â
      âI-I have anxiety.â Y/n said, trying her best to remain calm. She wasnât lying, sometimes her anxiety did swell up. âNo that isnât it.â Y/n was threading on thin ice, but it didnât matter what choice she made â the ice would break and drag her down to the cool icy waters. Tears began to well in her eyes, as she couldnât think of how to escape this situation. Namjoon smiled, âAre you afraid, Y/n?â She didnât see a point in lying. âYes.â Lying wouldnât do her any good. It certainly wouldnât get her out of this situation. Y/n didnât know if she was playing her cards right, but she hoped everything she had endured as a child could prove useful somehow. Namjoon seemed pleased with her answer, letting go of her chin. Namjoon stepped back, âYouâre probably hungry. Thereâs food in the kitchen, tell Jin I let you eat.â Y/n nodded and moved to stand when he suddenly grabbed her wrist, âDr. Kang is your therapist, right?â It wasnât a question. Even if she knew it wasnât the right thing to do, Y/n nodded either way.
      âOh, yes. Your food is in the microwave.â Jin mumbled as he focused on cutting the raw meat with the sharp butcherâs knife. The meat was lean and dark in color, it didnât resemble anything you had ever seen before but Jin went about cutting it with such expertise. The man was probably accustomed to cooking it. Y/n walked towards the corner were the microwave was, only for Taehyung to beat her to it. He opened the plastic door and took out itâs contents: rice, greens, and small bits of meat. âHere. Go eat upstairs, third room to the left.â The only utensil she was given was a plastic fork, but that was somewhat understandable. Not that she could cause much harm with a real fork. âFighting back only leads to more trouble.â Y/n took her plate and exited the kitchen, proceeding to climb up the large stairs. Their home, if it could be called that, was a warehouse that had been remodeled to be a home.
      Balancing everything on one hand, she entered the room assuming no one would be there. She was mistaken. Park Jimin still hadnât removed the tack and gore from his clothing, simply resting on his bed waiting for Y/n to arrive. When she entered, he quickly stood up and shoved her inside the room; the plate nearly slipping from her hand. âCareful break a plate and I might have to break your neck.â Jimin enjoyed nothing more than seeing her frozen with terror. âI was waiting for you to wake up. Try the food, tell me what you think.â At those words, all her appetite seemingly vanished. Still Y/n moved towards a desk in the bedroom, trying to put the plate down. Itâs likely poisoned. Even if it was from the piercing gaze of Jiminâs eyes she had no choice but to take a bite. If I donât, heâll probably stab me with the plastic fork. As if he needed a weapon to kill her.
      Tentatively she raised the piece of meat to her lips parting them open and placing it on her tongue. A few bites later, she was still savoring the meat until she finally swallowed. The taste was familiar, it created a sense of longing in her as she tried to figure out what it was. It tasted somewhat like beef, but not fully developed. Almost like veal. Almost likeâŠY/n began to gag as her eyes widened in horror at what she had just eaten. Jimin began to laugh, âOh come on. Itâs not that bad.â She strongly disagreed, Y/n felt like clawing her throat out. There were certain lines even she wouldnât dare to cross and yet, unknowingly, she had crossed one of them. Even her mother had never done something like this to her. Jimin walked towards her, his arm coiling tightly around her waist as he pulled her against him. âWhat you donât like it?â Jimin teased Y/n, trying to elicit more of her fear. As he gathered more information on her. It wasnât that she was unafraid, very clearly, she was, her disregard was towards others.
      As Y/n tried to regain control over herself, and her queasy stomach, Jimin softly caressed her bruised jaw. Every time she winced, he would stop for a bit, but would continue nonetheless. Y/n didnât know why she was still alive but being in a den filled with cannibals didnât paint a hopeful picture. âAre you allâŠâ She let the question trail off, hanging in the air. Jiminâs face became serious instantly, âOf course not. Weâre not monsters. Itâs just something we partake in time to time. Lessens the body count.â That made things worse somehow. Jimin twisted her around and pushed her onto the bed, giving her little time to readjust herself. There was a small window in the room, through which moonlight shone. Only the bed was illuminated so whilst Y/n was in the light, Jimin remained in the dark. âIâm going to shower, then weâll go out.â She didnât really have a response, so she just stayed quiet, he seemed fine with that. Jimin opened his bedroom door and walked out, it closed slowly behind him until he suddenly turned back. âDonât leave the room. If you do, youâll be dessert.â
       Kang Haneul was resting on his couch looking over Y/nâs file the blue hue from the muted television being the only source of light in the living room. It did little to help his degrading vision, but he needed to go to bed. Having a lamp on would only keep him awake for much longer than he needed. Kang looked over his notes transcribed on sticky notes posted all over the manila folder. Sure, he technically wasnât allowed to take a patientâs file out of his office, but Kang had viewed other older professionalâs do it before. His eyes skimmed the news clippings dating back several years as his head began to slightly droop. Kang kept trying to resist the urge, but eventually he did fall victim to his bodyâs intentions and fell into a deep sleep. Quite convenient for, that is when Kim Namjoon managed to arrive to the apartment. His hands tinkering with the old locks until they gave way. Namjoon quietly stepped inside, sure to avoid the sections of the wood floor that he knew would creak. âAh doctor Kang, you really should know better.â This wasnât the first time Namjoon had witnessed the man passed out in his living room couch when he shouldâve been in bed.
      Still Namjoon hadnât stopped by for a reunion or some quick small talk. As luck would have it, the purpose of his visit was sprawled on the doctorâs coffee table and lap. Namjoon quickly took pictures of everything he found, being amazed at just how much information there was. âI see your still up to your same old tricks, huh doctor?â Kang was still deep asleep and Namjoon took advantage to engrain the manâs face into his memory, it was the last time he would see him after all. âIâll see you in hell, Kang.â
       Jimin had whisked her away to a bar in a shady part of town. Y/n had been forced to go under threat of death, mutilation, and other things she didnât want to dwell on. The bar was nearly desolate except for the staff and several drunk men scattered along booths. Jimin had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as he walked them over to an empty booth in a corner. Insisting that Y/n sit beside him. Y/n cast a look around trying to make eye contact with anyone in the bar hoping they might help her, she soon realized the irony in that sentiment. Jimin pressed himself against her, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. âChoose one.â Y/n turned to meet his eyes, âWhat?â Jimin redirected her vision to the inhabitants of the bar. âChoose someone for me to kill or Iâll kill you, simple as that.â Y/n didnât know what to do. She knew what she should do: refuse Jimin or tell him to hurt her, that would be the right thing to do. But I donât want to die. Y/nâs survival instinct was drilled deep into her mind at such a young age, that she didnât know any other way. So, she slowly lifted her hand and pointed at an older man, passed out on the table with drool coming out of his mouth.
      Jimin shook his head, âNo. It has to be someone of equal value.â Y/n shook her head, her lip trembling. I donât want to die. âI want someone that looks like you. A nice pretty girl thatâs going to scream her guts out before I rip her to shreds.â Subconsciously, Y/nâs gaze landed on a young waitress serving the men. Her dark hair was tied into a messy bun and pulled away from her face, the harsh lines present on them might have fooled people into believing she was older. But it was her body that gave her away. Perhaps Y/n had lingered on her too long and thatâs why Jimin had noticed. She hadnât meant to single her out, Jimin had just been paying too close attention. âYou do what you have to do to survive. No matter the consequence.â Jimin beckoned the waitress over, as she approached Jimin shot Y/n a cheeky smile. One that didnât reach his eyes and was clearly meant as a warning.
      âHello, Iâm Lana. Anything to start you guys off today?â Y/n didnât bother looking at her, keeping her eyes on the table. âSorry, but is your manager around? Weâve ran into some car trouble it wonât start.â The lie rolled so easily off his tongue. Jimin oozed charming out of his pores, couple that with his looks and it was a deadly combination. Quite literally. âUh, my managers not in. But I donât mind helping you out.â Bad decision. Hadnât a bad decision brought her to being stuck with a serial killer and being an accomplice to murder. A sudden chill traveled through her spine, doctor kangâs words echoing through her head. âSociety has no place for those who break the law or aid otherâs in doing so. Theyâre monsters after.â Hadnât Kang told her that she wasnât one though? That she could be saved? Maybe if I help her get away⊠That idea was shot down immediately by a sudden flash back to her childhood. âHelping others only gets you hurt.â Y/n felt Jiminâs eyes on her. âBabe letâs go.â As if doing so automatically Y/n slid out of the booth, Jimin following suit.
      âItâs here near the back. Didnât want to risk it getting broken into.â Jimin commented as the three of them walked towards the back of the building. The waitress, Lana, simply nodded along to everything he said. Not finding it weird that the car was so far away, or that Y/n hadnât spoken a word. âItâs a dangerous neighborhood. Have to be careful around strangers.â Lana responded, as she squinted her eyes to look ahead. âWhich one is your car?â Lana asked, turning towards the two of you. Jimin didnât even bother responding simply smiling before quickly grabbing a hold of her head, snapping her neck with a quick motion. Y/n watched Lanaâs body fall to the ground, wanting desperately to feel something and only being more conflicted when she didnât. âI was right.â Jimin spoke, turning to face her. âYou donât care.â Y/n gulped, her eyes being unable to look anywhere but Lanaâs body. Not caring had made her an outcast amongst her friends and society. It had made them treat her like an outsider. But not caring had helped her survive.
      Jimin stepped forward which caused Y/n to take a step back. The two continued this, until Y/n took off running. Trying to outrun him was impossible consider how tall and fast he was, but she did try. Y/n managed to travel quite a distance until Jimin grabbed her and stabbed her in the left lowermost part of her abdomen. He laughed with glee at the silent moan of pain she released. âWhy are you trying to ruin my fun?!â A sob tore through her throat as tears began to stream down her face. Jimin held her tightly against him, no space between them. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â Y/n repeated over and over again, until Jimin rolled his eyes and showed her the bloody knife. âBe quiet. Letâs go.â He took of his jacket and tied it tightly around her waist, apparently making a makeshift tourniquet. âIf we donât hurry home, youâll bleed to death. Donât want that now do we?â
      When the two of them had returned to the warehouse Y/nâs skin color had faded to a pale white, her lips displaying the same color. Jimin had aided her along the way, mainly because dusk was settling and he didnât want to be caught on the streets, but if it werenât for him Y/n wouldâve surely collapsed. As soon as the door opened, Y/n saw that all the men were gathered in the living room their auraâs deeply confrontational. It quickly dispersed when they laid eyes on her, âSheesh Jimin. Couldnât hold yourself back?â Laughed Yoongi, earning an intense glare from Jimin. Hoseok stood up and made his way towards them, only for Jimin to nearly snarl at him. âIâve got her.â Hoseok backed up, his hands raised as if to show he meant no ill will. âTake her to the kitchen, Iâll be there soon.â Jin spoke. Even in her weakened state Y/n still processed his words, her eyes widening. Jimin smirked, âDonât worry. Youâre not on the menu. Not tonight at least.â He laughed quietly at his own joke, whilst all Y/n could do was take deep breaths and try to calm her breathing.
      Jimin pushed open the kitchen door and hoisted Y/n up into his arms, before laying her on the metallic table in the center of the room. She was certain of her death now. As Jin had said he emerged a few minutes later with a first aid kit in hand. Jin was allowed to raise her shirt and analyze the wound, before disinfecting it and stitching it up. Once he was done, he cast a glare at Jimin. âShe needs a blood transfusion.â Jimin merely rolled his eyes in response, âCanât we just feed her some cress?â Y/n was barely conscious, but she still put all her energy in listening to the conversation. She would be damned if she passed out and was left as easy prey. âI could call one of our guys, though he might not have her blood type. Whatâs your blood type sweetie?â Y/n incoherently mumbled back her blood type. âIf not, weâll just find somebody off the street. Canât be too hard.â Jimin shrugged, he thanked Jin and gathered Y/n into his arms once again.
      As Jimin climbed up the stairs, a question kept surfacing in the back of Y/nâs mind. In her delirious state, she accidentally let it slip. âWhy havenât you killed me, yet?â Jimin didnât look at her, simply kept on climbing the stairs until he reached the top. âWhy donât you care if others die around you?â Both questions had complicated answers, but neither of them wanted to elaborate on them.
       When Y/n woke up the next morning, she had desired that everything which had occurred the previous night had been a nightmare. Perhaps she had gone to bed watching a crime drama, her mind conjuring up the evil images all on its own. Y/n knew it wasnât true though, whenever she had nightmares it was always the same ones. Not to mention that she had accidentally rolled over onto her side and the wound began to throb painfully. Y/n pulled the sheets off her body and forced herself out of bed. Her attire wasnât pleasant: a large hoodie and even larger sweats. But Jimin had explained in explicit detail what he would do to her, if she slept with dirty clothes on his clean bed. Not like he wasnât wearing bloody clothes on them last night. Y/n opened the bedroom door, looking around to make sure no one was there. Go. Escape. Now. As carefully as she could, so as not to rip her stitches open, Y/n traveled down the stairs only to see the men sitting on the couch enjoying their day. Jungkook was the first to notice her and gave her a large smile, she automatically reciprocated one. The last thing she needed was to make any of them upset.
      All of them, especially Jimin, terrified her. They all looked so normal. The picture of what a model citizen might look like, but Y/n had seen what they were capable of. Y/n didnât know what to do so she remained in her place waiting for something to happen. Then it occurred, a knocking on the metal door. It was a soft rasp of sorts, not intimidating in any sense. Y/n began to feel a small twinge of hope. Could it be? Instead of two uniformed men standing outside the door, there were two women. One older and the other very young, both modestly dressed. âCan I help you ladies?â Hoseok spoke, a bright cheery smile on his face. Even from her position, Y/n could tell it had dazzled the women. âSo sorry to interrupt you sir, but we were wondering if you would allow us to speak with you about the lordâs word?â Hoseok cast a glance towards the men on the seats. They all had abandoned their activities and were focused on the interaction. âIâm so sorry ladies, I am terribly busy. UnlessâŠyou wouldnât mind coming in, would you? I have family over.â Both women exchanged a look before agreeing, âItâs no problem. The more the merrier I say.â Spoke the older one. Hoseok laughed along with her, but it didnât reach his eyes.
      It dawned on Y/n that Jimin was absent from the room. She looked around but found no trace of him whatsoever. Hoseok mustâve spotted her still standing as he motioned her over, âY/n come sit.â It wasnât a suggestion, even though his voice had been nothing but cheery. Y/n walked and sat between Namjoon and Jin, both men leaning back to rest their arms on the head. Another warning. âIâm sorry about her. Sheâs quite shy.â Hoseok told the two women, trying to pass off the obvious tension as a nuisance. âOh I know, I have a daughter at home. It takes her an hour after she wakes up to speak to anyone.â The older woman laughed again, from the way Hoseokâs smile faltered Y/n could tell it was beginning to irk him.
      âWhat are your names?â Namjoon asked, looking between them. Eyes wide with curiosity. âUhm m-my name is M-mary and sheâs C-crista.â The youngest, Mary, stuttered. âDonât mind her. She stutters when sheâs nervous.â Crista laughed, once again. âThereâs no need to be nervous Crista.â Yoongi offered, he too was smiling. Y/n visibly tensed and tried to put as much distance between herself and the men as possible. âSo, tell us about yourself.â Taehyung leaned forward eyes filled with a sadistic gleam. âYes, what does our lord and savior say about redemption?â Jungkook followed up, a large bunny smile on his face.
      Despite what one may believe, what even Y/n believed, the conversation between all of them went on for quite some time. Y/n barely uttered a word, only nodding occasionally so as not to draw suspicion. Discussing philosophical matters such as morality, sins, and death. The men were playing the long game and Y/n didnât want to be there when it reached its conclusion. âSorry,â Mary said speaking directly at her, âCan you please show me to the bathroom?â Seokjin nudged Y/n slightly as she stood up. All eyes trained on her as she guided Mary to the bathroom upstairs. Y/n thought this might be the one opportunity to warn Mary of what might happen, but how would they escape without drawing attention. I have to do it before Jimin gets back. As they climbed up the stairs Mary got close to her, âHow did you get that bruise on your jaw?â Y/n had almost forgotten about that.
      âUhmâŠâ Y/n didnât know what say. What was the right choice? Should she tell her the truth or play it off? If she escapes, you might not be able to. Still, even if Y/n died that was still the right thing to do. To sacrifice herself for others, right? Donât be stupid. Y/n strongly desired to one day be able to ignore the voice in her head and act out on her own. Maybe that day will be today. âHere.â They had reached the top floor and Y/n pointed towards the bathroom. Mary cast her a look, but simply went inside the bathroom locking the door. Y/n let out a heavy sigh she wasnât aware she was holding in. âSmart move.â Y/n swore she had jumped at least a foot off the ground. She turned around to see Jungkook leaning on the stairâs railing. He stepped towards her, getting close enough that their chests brushed. âThereâs no point in me wasting my breath to tell you the consequences should you choose to do something you shouldnât.â  Jungkookâs hand traveled to Y/nâs waist and his fingers pressed into the stitched wound. It took all her will power not to cry out in pain, but Jungkook still got off on the expression of her face. âJimin-Hyung went through a lot for you, so donât fuck him over.â Y/n hadnât realized she had started crying until Jungkook wiped away at her tears, it was then that she heard the toilet flush and the faucet running.
      Jungkook went back downstairs before Mary opened the door, making it seem like nothing had happened. When Mary opened the door, she was greeted by Y/n standing right in front of it. âDo you by any chance have a phone?â Mary seemed confused but nodded either way. Reaching into her front pocket to take out a rather small track phone. Y/n grasped her hand immediately looking around, âDonât say anything.â
      There was a loud rumbustious laughter coming from down stairs when they returned and Y/n found that one stood out among the rest. When she and Mary came back downstairs, she saw Jiminâs golden blonde hair bouncing as he laughed. They all seemed to be sharing an inside joke of some kind, Crista was wiping away the tears that had formed from cackling too hard. âOh, you boys are something else.â Y/n traveled towards the back of the couch, not wanting to pass in front of any of them, while Mary returned to her spot. A deep frown nestled between her brows that she quickly removed before it was too noticeable. âOh babe, youâre back.â A beautiful smile was plastered onto Jiminâs face as he turned around to see face Y/n, his hand reaching up to take hers. âOh, are the two of you a couple?â Crista asked, shock on her face. Y/n didnât blame her, Jimin looked like a model right now and well Y/n looked like she had been kidnapped and tortured by a bunch of lowkey cannibalistic psychopaths.
      When Jiminâs hand wrapped tightly around hers, Y/n smiled back. âY/n suffers from a lot of anxiety. Didnât come from a good home, you know? So, she doesnât do well around strangers.â Jin tone was casual, as if he was commenting on the weather and hadnât just revealed that he knew about Y/nâs past. Y/n swore she felt her heart drop in that moment. There was nothing she could feel, but shock in that moment. How do they⊠Even though their attention wasnât specifically on her, Y/n could tell all of them were gauging for her reaction. âSometimes even when you want to cry, itâs better to stay quiet.â So, Y/n simply nodded and apologized to the women before her. âSorry, I donât mean to be rude.â Jimin didnât seem satisfied with her response, for his nails dug deeply into her skin.
      âWell, Iâm sad to say but we must be leaving.â Crista began to stand up, waving Mary along. âOh, what a shame. Canât you stay any longer?â Hoseok pouted. Are they really going to let them leave? Maybe the men could control themselves. Like wild animals, once they had satiated their needs, they could be quite polite. âIâm afraid not. Itâs gotten quite late, itâs dangerous to walk the streets alone at night.â The mood in the room had shifted, but it seems Crista had not picked up on it. Yoongi shrugged, âNot as dangerous as entering a strangerâs home and annoying them with your obnoxious laughter to the point where they want kill you.â The silence that had consumed the room, made it so that Y/n could practically hear your own pulse racing. Crista attempted to laugh it off, but she was clearly nervous. Mary was frozen in shock at what she had just heard. Slowly the men stood up and approached the women, purposely taking their time right before they attacked.
      Jimin had made his way behind Y/n, his arms possessively wrapping around her figure as he rested his chin on her shoulder. âI have a gift for you.â She didnât like the sound of that, âWhat is it?â Jimin smiled, he began to press kisses along her neck. âIf you behave, youâll find out.â The kiss he pressed against Y/nâs cheek was soft and sweet. It confused her. âWatch and donât make a sound.â Then Jimin walked away, joining his brothers is in the massacre of the two women who had made the mistake of coming into their home. Y/n stood and watched, not moving, barely breathing when the bones began to break, screams resonated, and bodies were torn open in the most brutal ways. Almost feels like home.
       âJoy have you managed to get in contact with Y/n? This is the second appointment she has missed.â Kang yelled out from his office, looking over his calendar. The last time he had seen Y/l/n Y/n had been on Wednesday, it was now Monday and she failed to show up again. Joy appeared on the threshold of his door, âIâve tried Doctor Kang. She doesnât answer her phone.â The doctor placed his head on his hands, he was frustrated. Kang was so close to finally cracking Y/n open, but of course she had to slip from his fingers. A thought popped into his head just then, âIâll stop by her apartment. I need to make sure sheâs alright.â Haneul Kang grabbed his phone from the top of the desk and slipped off his white coat. âAre you sure thatâs alright, doctor? Wouldnât it be better to notify the police?â Joy was concerned about Y/nâs wellbeing, but more so about the therapistâs sudden keen interest in his patient. When Y/n hadnât shown up Friday the menâs mood had soured terribly, now he looked a bit deranged.
      âY/n has a bad history with the police. Sheâs extremely distrustful of them.â Kang was lying through his teeth, but there was no one there that knew any better, so it was fine. âIf I donât find her there, then we can call the police. Have a good evening, Joy.â He quickly placed his hand on the womanâs shoulder to ease her worries before marching out of the office. Y/n was never one to miss appointments. He might forgive her for missing one, but two in a row was far too many. Kang had a strange feeling in his stomach, one heâd possessed since he woke up Thursday morning on the living room couch. Everything looked perfect, but he could sense something was off. âDear lord, please donât let her have done anything stupid. Donât let her be dead.â
       Y/n slid the key into her apartmentâs lock, twisting it before opening the door. Jimin stepped in before her, taking in everything. Y/n looked around before walking inside and closing the door. It wasnât big by any means. All she possessed was a small kitchenette, a fridge, her bed, some seats, a bookshelf, and the bathroom which behind a door to the left. Jimin looked at her book collection, laughing to himself at some of the choices until his eyes landed on a specific book. âIsnât this a bit clichĂ©? Never thought my girlfriend would enjoy something like this.â His girlfriend, Y/n had gotten quite used to the word. Jimin called her that whenever he was in a good mood. âItâs in that box. Under the bed.â Y/n said pointing to an old orange shoe box whose edge poked out from underneath the covers. Jimin walked over to the bed crouching as he pulled the dusty box out from its hiding place. âCome here.â She moved instantly going to sit on the bed, beside where the box was placed. Jimin leaned in and kissed her, lips moving hungrily against hers.
      Y/n tried to kiss him back but recoiled when she felt the familiar metallic taste on her tongue. âAh.â Her bruised lips had suffered much under Jiminâs constant need to harshly kiss and bite them. Jimin smirked, before pulling her bottom lip into his mouth sucking on it. âJuh-jimin.â They were on a schedule, Namjoon had warned her if they werenât back within an hour, he would personally track them down. âThe box.â Jimin finally stopped kissing, his attention going back to the contents inside the box. Jimin pulled the lid off, carefully taking his time to look over everything; a small smile grazing his features when he found what he wanted. âYou really are something Y/n.â Jimin looked like he had just won the lottery, while Y/n felt as if she had just given up all her life savings. As long as heâs happy Iâm safe. âIs that everything Namjoon needs?â She asked, trying to avoid looking at the box as much as possible. Jimin closed it shut, âAnd so much more.â The smile didnât reach his eyes and Y/n asked herself if it ever would. âIâm starting to think fate brought us together, babe.â
      Y/n didnât get a chance to respond, interrupted by the harsh rasping of knuckles on her door. Both Jimin and she stared at the door in shock. âY/n? Y/n open the door. I must talk to you.â Itâs doctor Kang. She felt the sudden change in Jiminâs attitude, his eyes became hooded and he stalked towards the door, his hand reaching into the back of his pants under his hoodie; where the gun was. Y/n raced towards him immediately stopping him. âWhat if heâs with cops?â She whispered harshly saying the first thing her mind could conjure up. Jimin stood still arm still reaching for the gun, he turned towards her slowly. âStop me and Iâll put a bullet in your head.â Jiminâs dark eyes pierced into hers and dared her to disobey him, his eyes were practically begging her too. âDonât.â Y/n stepped back, her body hitting the wall as Jimin moved forward to entrap her. She was shaking, her eyes darting everywhere trying to avoid making eye contact. Y/nâs gaze landed on the box on the bed and the weathered copy of Romeo and Juliet laying on the floor.
      Jimin followed her line of sight, chuckling darkly when he saw what she was staring at. Jiminâs mouth wrapped around her neck, leaving open mouth kisses and hickies in its wake. âLook at me.â He mumbled against her skin. Jimin looked at her neck and upper chest area, it was scattered with his marks as well as bruises of all sorts. Jimin hadnât taken long to mark her as his all over her body; he also never missed an opportunity to do it. When Y/nâs eyes met his, Jimin couldnât help but preen with twisted glee. âSo why is it in your bookshelf?â Jimin pressed, even if it might be a sensitive topic. âIt was my motherâs.â Y/n had spoken so softly one might have struggled to hear her, unless they were as close as Jimin was. Jimin gently pecked her forehead, his face unreadable as he uttered a familiar phrase.
"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.â Y/n remained silent, not knowing how to respond in a way that wouldnât upset him. It was then that she saw the gun in his hand. The gun glinting in the light as it neared her. âWhat do you say, Y/n? Reckon we'll have a violent end." He uttered as he pressed the muzzle against her temple. Y/n simply shrugged, âI donât know. We might.â Jimin pulled the safety back, before taking away from her temple and instead pointing it at her heart. âDonât worry. Weâre not near the ending yet.â He spoke, his eye dropping into a wink.
 Kang Haneul pulled up to the shady looking warehouse, he tried to see if there was any police officers around. He doubted it. This was such a bad neighborhood most law enforcement turned a blind eye for the sake of not having to do unnecessary paper work. Kang had been pounding on Y/nâs apartment door when he received a text from Kim Namjoon â a man he hoped to never see again. Kang strolled towards the large metal doors, trying the lock before knocking. It was unlocked by some miracle. Kang slowly pushed the door open, peering inside to make sure no one was around. It seems the doctor wasnât the best at sneaking in for he didnât notice Taehyung standing behind the door, gun ready to shoot. The second Kang stepped foot inside Taehyung tackled him to the ground and hit him across the head with the back of the gun. Knocking him unconscious immediately. âFar too easy.â
âDonât waste any time Tae. Jimin will get here soon.â Namjoon spoke as he emerged from upstairs. Taehyung nodded and proceeded to lift Kang up into his arms, taking him into the kitchen were the others were waiting. âNamjoon. Jimin might not like this.â Jin had been standing by the stairs watching everything. He couldnât help the bad feeling growing in his stomach, âHeâs grown quite attached to her after all.â Namjoon rolled his eyes scoffing, âJimin is bored and playing the long game. Do you really think he wonât kill her? At least this way her death will serve a purpose.â Jin simply walked away, deciding it best not to pick a fight with Namjoon when he was clearly riled up.
âEverything will go according to plan. Nothing will stop me.â
 Jimin had identified that something was wrong rather quickly. There were more patrols on the street than usual, the streets were empty, and no one had answered the phone. Y/n kept her head down staring at her lap while Jimin drove. They had taken longer than expected, but he had shot a quick text to Namjoon so that he wouldnât bitch when they arrived. It wasnât that Jimin couldnât control himself around her â rather he didnât want to. His hypothesis was proven correct when he saw the black convertible parked in front of the warehouse. âY/n?â She raised her head to look at him, as Jimin simply focused on the car. His grip on the steering wheel getting tighter by the second. âWhen we go inside, I want you to behave.â Y/nâs brows furrowed, but she nodded either way noticing how white his fingertips had gotten. âI will.â Both of them stepped out of the vehicle heading for the front door, Jimin was wearing a smile on his face as he interlocked their hands. Not bothering to knock, Jimin fisted the key out of his pocket and opened the door. Acting as if he hadnât noticed that it was unlocked. He turned toward Y/n flashing her a brief smile. âReady?â Jimin doubted she was, but he was so amped for what would happen. He felt like a kid on Christmas only instead of tearing wrapping paper, Jimin was about to tore skulls open.
 When Y/n came to she was laying on the concrete floor of the warehouse. She could feel blood coming from her head and couldnât move her arm. Looking around she saw several bodies sprawled around the floor, she recognized every one of them. âJ-jâŠâ Y/n tried to speak, but it was difficult. âGet up! Come on!â Y/n used her left arm to push herself off the ground, her head pounding when she did. When she tried to use her right arm, a searing pain had her biting her lip in order not to scream. This is it. With all the will power she could muster, she forced herself onto her feet stumbling slightly every time she took a step. Y/n couldnât tell if it was the room that was tilting or she was, but she grasped onto every solid object she could to stabilize herself. âY/n.â She whipped her head to see doctor Kang on the floor several gun shot wounds littered his chest as he bled to death. âY/n thank god youâre alright.â
Y/n stepped towards him. âYou can drop the act doctor Kang. I know why you were treating me.â The manâs eyes widened at her words. âY/n please understand. I never meant to do you any harm. J-just like I never meant to do Namjoon or the others any harm.â Y/n shook her head, scoffing. âI donât believe you.â She clutched her arm as her dead brotherâs voice echoed in her head once again. âPeople will always lie to protect themselves. You should do the same.â Kang looked at her with tears in his eyes, âI truly did wish to help you Y/n. You arenât past saving like they are. Woojin knew that.â Her heart skipped a beat at her brotherâs name. Tears began to well in her eyes at his mention, âStop lying.â Y/n refused to listen to his words, he had lied to her and tried to use her. Just like everyone else. Footsteps could be heard echoing through the warehouse, coming closer. Kang sobbed, âPlease save yourself.â In his hand he held out an object, willing her to take it. âPlease Y/n.â
Jimin appeared his clothes drenched in blood and a grin showing his pearly whites on display. Resembling the night they had first met Y/n was crouched behind the couch when he entered the living room. âThere you are.â He said, as if he had been looking for her the entire time. Jimin sauntered towards her, hoisting her up into his arms and kissing her ardently. âBabe you missed quite a show.â Y/n observed at how much blood was present on his clothes and the decaying bodies laying around. He really killed them allâŠI donât believe it. âJimin whatâs â â He shushed her, âDonât ruin the mood.â Y/n stayed quiet after that which seemed to please him greatly as he once again smiled. After a few seconds, she moved forward to kiss him letting her lips touch his for several seconds before beginning to move them. Though she expected Jimin to try and take control, he didnât, simply letting her kiss him. It was a goodbye of sorts. When their kiss ended Jimin chuckled, an inquisitive look in his eyes. When she kissed him again, he looked calm. After the third, he smiled this time it reached his eyes.
âWhy do you have to go ahead and ruin my fun?â Jimin spoke, his head tilting to the side as he stared deeply at her. Y/n couldnât answer him. Didnât want to. Jimin began to laugh, it was a sad laugh but Jimin quickly turned it into a maniacal laugh. âOh Y/nâŠY/n. Did you finally begin to care?â She nodded, tears streaming down her face. Jimin pressed his forehead against herâs, their noses brushing. "These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. What do you say, Y/n? Reckon we'll have a violent end." He maniacally grinned as he pressed the metallic point of the gun against Y/nâs bleeding temple, the raw brass stinging against the open wound. "I don't know. We might." She muttered back. The gun was lifted from the side of her head before Jimin pressed it against her heart. âYou wonât want me if youâre not broken.â Jimin muttered. Y/n couldnât help but laugh, âI never wanted you in the first place.â Jimin pulled the safety off the gun, at the same time that Y/n reached behind her back for what she had grabbed from Kang. The knife plunged into Jiminâs heart the same time, the gun went off.
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BTS Toddler Series #24: Halloween
Kim Seokjin
âHi guys!â Hobi exclaimed as he opened the front door to his house.
âHi Hobi-ah,â Jin smiled.
âOh, thatâs such a nice costume Kade,â Hobi said as he ran his hand over the top of Kaidenâs head.
âSomeone really wanted to be a cowboy this year,â you chuckled. Hobi stepped back from the door, giving the three of you room to walk inside where you saw the other members, their wives, and a few other friends talking. All of their kids were running around the house, squealing and laughing loudly.Â
âDo you wanna go and play with the other kids Kade?â You asked him, and you frowned slightly when he shook his head and grabbed ahold of your jeans.
âAre you sure Chinny?â Jin wondered and Kaiden nodded silently. Knowing that the large amount of people was all that was making him nervous, you decided to let him stay with you for a while until he became more comfortable.
âHey guys!â Jimin greeted as the three of you walked over to the table where him, Jungkook, and Namjoon were sitting.Â
âHi Jimin,â you smiled.Â
âOh, I love your costume Kade!â Jungkook exclaimed, making Kaiden smile softly.Â
âWhy arenât you playing with the others?â Namjoon questioned.
âToo scared,â Kaiden whispered back, making Namjoon nod in understanding.Â
âMason!â Namjoon shouted suddenly, and Mason came bounding over to the table at hearing his father call for him. âKade is feeling a little nervous so why donât you play with him and help him feel better?â
âOk!â Mason nodded rapidly, stepping over to Kaiden and grabbing ahold of his hand. âCome play with me Kade.â
âScared,â Kaiden said as he shook his head.
âItâs ok,â Mason promised. âLenny and Noah are over there too.â Kaiden sighed before looking over to where Lennox and Noah were playing together.Â
âOh, ok,â Kaiden relented and you and Jin both smiled as you watched Mason lead Kaiden over to the other boys.Â
Min Yoongi
âOh, you look so pretty sweetheart,â you gushed, helping Kinsley fix the hem of her princess dress.Â
âPretty princess,â she giggled and you nodded in agreement. âShow daddy?â
âJust a second, you have to have your tiara,â you smiled as you set it on top of her head, taking a second to make sure that it would stay secure in her hair.Â
âNow I show Daddy?â She asked again and you chuckled.
âGo ahead Kins,â you relented and you followed her as she quickly walked out of her bedroom and down the hall to your and Yoongiâs bedroom.Â
âLook Daddy,â she squealed and Yoongi looked up from his IPad, gasping when he took in the sight of his daughter.
âYou look so beautiful baby girl,â he grinned as he set down the IPad and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He took his hands and set them on her cheeks, squishing them together gently. âMy baby girl isnât a baby anymore, huh?â
âDaddy, stop,â she giggled, bringing her hands up to try and pull Yoongiâs off of her face.Â
âKins, why donât you go get your basket for your candy?â You suggested and she nodded before walking out of your bedroom.Â
âIs it over dramatic that I want to cry at how grown up she looks?â Yoongi asked as you walked over and sat down next to him on the bed.Â
âNope, because I feel the same way,â you laughed. âIâm still surprised that she even chose the princess costume in the first place.â
âWell, even though she looks amazing, I hate it,â Yoongi grumbled, making you laugh before you leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Kim Namjoon
âReady to find a costume Mase?â Namjoon asked him as the two of them stepped into the Halloween store that was full to the brim with costumes, decorations, and everything in between.Â
âYeah!â He exclaimed, making Namjoon laugh. The two of them walked over to the aisles that housed the costumes and Namjoon led Mason down the one that held the toddler costumes.Â
âWhat do you think of this one Mase?â Namjoon asked as he pointed to a Superman costume.Â
âDonât like it,â Mason said as he shook his head.Â
âYou love superheros though,â Namjoon pouted slightly before putting the outfit back on the rack. Namjoon then continued to rake his eyes over the costumes, a soft gasp escaping him as he picked up another one.
âWhat about this one?â He wondered as he held up a shark costume.
âWore that before Daddy,â Mason huffed, and Namjoon sighed heavily at the fact that Mason even remembered that. He put the outfit back and the two of them continued to slowly walk down the aisle.
âOh Daddy,â Mason exclaimed as he ran to the opposite side of the aisle, pulling on a costume to get it down off of the rack.Â
âWhoa, hold on Mase,â Namjoon chuckled as he walked over to him, picking up the costume and removing it from the rack. He held it out at armâs length and couldnât help but to laugh when he saw it.
âYou want this one?â Namjoon questioned as he pointed to the astronaut costume with his free hand.
âYeah,â Mason nodded. âLike Daddyâs from on stage.â Namjoon grinned widely at how Mason remembered his MAMA outfit for Anpanman.
âWell, I guess weâre getting this one then,â he announced, making Mason cheer loudly.Â
Jung Hoseok
âWait Berk,â You giggled as you watched Berkeley try and take the top off of the pumpkin with her bare hands. Since it was October, you and Hobi had decided to get the twins their own pumpkins and let them carve them however they wanted to.Â
âWonât come off,â Berkeley grumbled and Hobi laughed before grabbing the knife and showing it to her.
âThatâs because I have to use the knife to get it off for you,â he explained and she nodded slowly. You then turned to Lennox, who was sitting on his knees and concentrating really hard as he drew on his pumpkin.
âAre you sure thatâs where you want me to cut it out Len?â You asked him and he nodded rapidly.
âYeah. See?â He said as he pointed to a triangle that he had drawn. âThatâs the eye.â
âAlright,â you chuckled, realizing how hard it would be for you and Hobi to cut out the weird shapes that they had both drawn on their respective pumpkins. Once the twins had deemed their art work satisfactory, you and Hobi literally ended up spending a half hour carving them accordingly.Â
âOk, all done kiddos,â Hobi announced with a clap of his hands.Â
âLights now?â Berkeley asked and you nodded as you grabbed two small candles.Â
âHere, you can put them inside,â you said as you handed one to each of them. You watched as they both set their candle into their pumpkins and Hobi proceeded to light the candles for them.
âWhat do you think guys?â You wondered.
âItâs pretty,â Berkeley smiled.
âYeah and cool!â Lennox added with a squeal, making you and Hobi laugh.
Park Jimin
âDaddy, Daddy!â Noah yelled as he ran into your and Jiminâs bedroom.Â
âWhoa whoa, mini me,â Jimin chuckled as he caught Noah in his arms, chuckling when he saw that his son was covered in toilet paper.Â
âNoah!â You shouted, jogging into your bedroom after him and smiling when you saw him in Jiminâs arms.Â
âWhat are you two up to?â Jimin asked as he looked over at you.Â
âNoah decided that he wanted to be a mummy for Halloween but while I was wrapping him up in toilet paper, he got the bright idea to come and try to scare you,â you explained.Â
âYouâd try and scare your Daddy mini me?â Jimin fake gasped as he let Noah slide down his body back onto the ground.
âArgh!â Noah roared softly, holding his hands out like a mummy and pawing at Jiminâs legs.
âOh no jagi! Itâs the Noah monster!â Jimin screamed, running out of the room and Noah quickly chased after him.
âCan you at least let me finish wrapping you up, Mr. Scary Mummy?â You shouted after them, speed walking out of the bedroom in order to catch up to them.
Kim Taehyung
âMommy, look,â Spencer cheered as you, her, and Taehyung walked into the field of pumpkins. Since this was the first Halloween that Spencer could really participate in and remember, you and Taehyung wanted to give her the best experience possible and what better way to start than letting her pick out her own pumpkin?
âI see,â you chuckled as you let her pull you further into the field. âWhy donât you go pick one out?â
âAny one?â She asked.
âAny one,â Taehyung nodded. âAnd then we can take it home after we buy it and make it pretty.â
âOk,â she chirped before letting go of both your and Taehyungâs hands before walking off to inspect the pumpkins.Â
âHas she given you any idea as to what she wants her costume to be this year?â You questioned as you looked over at Taehyung.
âShe said that she wanted to be TaTa,â Tae said with a laugh.
âWait, are you serious?âÂ
âYeah, but Iâm still not sure if she was or not,â he shrugged. âYou know that our kid is a little weird sometimes.â
âJust like her father,â you mumbled with a snort.
âWhat was that?âÂ
âOh, nothing,â you smiled and before Tae could question you any further, you both heard Spencer calling for him.
âDaddy! Help!â She said as she attempted to lift up a huge pumpkin on her own.
âLeave it to her to choose the biggest pumpkin out here,â Tae grumbled before jogging over to help her.Â
Jeon Jungkook
âJeon Jungkook, you cannot be serious right now!â You hissed as you watched him wipe the water from the front of his face.
âWhy are you so mad at me?â Jungkook huffed as he looked at you. âI was just playing with the kids.â
âKook, the bobbing for apples game was supposed to be an easy way for the kids to win some prizes,â you explained. âIt wasnât an opportunity for the Golden Maknae to come in and win every damn round.â
âThose kids just werenât trying hard enough,â he shrugged and your eyes widened.Â
âThose are your nieces and nephews over there, you know,â you chuckled. âAnd itâs moments like these that make me wonder what the hell I saw in you sometimes.â
âIt was my big di-,â
âHi Ave!â You said loudly, alerting Jungkook to her presence as she walked up to the both of you. âAre you having fun?â
âYeah, a lot of fun,â she smiled as she nodded her head. âDaddy, you come play bob game again?â
âYou want me to play again Angel?â He asked.
âYeah, we all do,â she said as she pointed over to the small bins that were still full of water, and the other membersâ children were all standing around waiting.
âIâll be right there Angel,â Jungkook promised and Ava grinned widely before walking back over to the other kids. âSo, what was that you were saying?â
âJust because they enjoy seeing you make a fool out of yourself doesnât mean that itâs fair,â you pointed out with a smirk.Â
âYou can really cut me deep sometimes, you know that?â Jungkook pouted, shaking his head so that the water from his still wet fringe flew onto your skin.
âKook,â you groaned loudly.
âI love you,â he said, quickly pressing a kiss to your lips before walking back over to the kids.Â
âLove you too, you idiot,â you smiled softly.
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Hey! Can you do crisis talk with yoongi? Like, their conversation getting less and less and yoongi realized it and change. I hope you can understand, love you! Fluff angsty?
Disclaimers: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why Iâve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. The gif and the title of this drabble are from the mv and song, âI Need Uâ by BTS.
Hi kutie! I understood perfectly (I hope), thank you for your request! I love the way you put it as a âcrisis talk!â đ Believe me, any hard conversation with Yoongi would definitely be a crisis in my book. I love writing angst for Yoongi as well, it just comes so naturally with him as I imagine him to be a brooding, hard-working somewhat-introvert who only lets loose around people he really knows and loves. Anyway, hope you like! đ
Age Recommendation: 16+
Warnings: Angsty angst, swears, Yuqi from (G)I-DLE magically appears, Yoongi being an asshole, crying, some yelling.
Word Count: 1,550
âBecause of you, Iâm becoming ruined.
I donât wanna stop, I donât want you anymore.
I canât do this, this sucks.
âŠ
Iâm sorry (I hate you)
I love you (I hate you)
Forgive me.â
~ âI Need Uâ by BTS
Translation I used can be found here.
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I Need U Girl (Yoongi Drabble~Angst, Fluff)
Yoongi stood as still as a statue, hands shoved in his pockets. If he even breathed, he was afraid youâd hear him, whip open the door, and scold him for even daring to be there. It wasnât supposed to be like this, but he understood why it was what it was. He pushed you away, after all. It all started that fateful night when he was trying to work and you were being your usual goofy self.
âYoongi, oh my god, look at this meme,â you giggled, placing your phone in front of his face.
Yoongi paused what he was doing for a few seconds to read it, then gave out a half-hearted laugh. âWow, thatâs⊠thatâs funny.â
A couple minutes later, you were watching a Youtube video and you laughed out loud, the sound reverberating off the walls into his head. That was when the frustration started to well up. You knew he was working, couldnât you be quieter?
It was when you started humming as you scrolled through your phone that he completely lost it. âY/n!â he barked, causing you to jump. âCan you please stop?â
âSorry,â you muttered.
But that wasnât enough to quell the destructive flame of Yoongiâs rage. He had a bad day today. BigHitâs producers rejected his latest submission for a new album track, telling him it was too raw, too rough, and he needed to majorly clean it up before submitting it again.
And if that wasnât enough, practice between the BTS members also went badly. It was like they were totally out of sync. After two full hours of nothing but trying and failing to learn the new choreography, Hobi threw his hands up and said there was no point. Theyâd just have to come back tomorrow and hope it went better.
On top of all that, Yoongi went to a cafe to pick up a coffee, thinking it would cheer him up, and some asshole bumped into him, causing his drink to spill everywhere. When he came home, you cooed over him and did your best to clean him up and make him feel better, but unfortunately, everything you did had the exact opposite effect. Yoongi felt smothered by your antics, and when he sat down to work, the apartment seemed too small for the both of you.
Long story short, life was shit, everything had gone to shit, everything was shit, and now, Yoongi was sick of your shit. âY/n, you know Iâm trying to work!â he growled.
You held up your hands. âI said I was sorry.â
âThatâs not good enough! Look, you need to leave. I need some space, I need to finish this, so please, just⊠just leave.â
You stared at him, open-mouthed. Was he serious? You and Yoongi had been dating for a year now, and you knew there were going to be some bumps in the road when you moved in together a month ago, but you never expected this.
âFine,â you said, getting up. âIâll leave.â You pulled on some pants, grabbed a jacket and purse, and went out the door. Yoongi huffed and tried to get back to work, but his attention was all over the place now. After another unsuccessful hour, he gave up and started to get ready for bed.
You still hadnât come home when he crawled under the covers, so he shot you a text.
Yoongles â€ïž (11:34pm): Hey, Iâm sorry. You can come home now.
You didnât respond, and Yoongi ended up falling asleep. The next morning, he found you asleep on the couch, still fully clothed, your body curled up around yourself the way you used to curl up against him.
Ever since that night, you slowly began to pull away from Yoongi, but the sad part was, he didnât even realize it âtil yesterday. He knew you were more distant than usual, but he shrugged it off as a side-effect of the fight, thinking youâd get over it. He hadnât noticed how your laughter didnât come as often, or how your hugs and kisses were getting more and more brief. He didnât heed the warning signs, like how you didnât make love anymore, or how you seemed to be spending more time with friends than with him.
Yesterday, though, he looked around and realized he hadnât seen you in almost a week. You had texted him each night, letting him know you were sleeping over at your best friendâs house, so he knew where you were, but that didnât comfort him any. In fact, it served to drive home just how much he fucking missed you. Missed your scent, missed your laugh, missed the way you included him in everything you did. He even missed the way your hair stuck up in every direction in the morning and how husky your voice sounded when you just woke up. He missed the way youâd stand there in nothing but one of his t-shirts, cooking breakfast as he tried not to stare. He missed everything about you, and he wanted it back no matter how badly he screwed up.
Which left him here, standing at the front door of your best friendâs house, wondering how in the hell he could make this right. Yoongi gathered his courage, raised his fist, and knocked.
He heard shrieks of laughter, one of which was unmistakable yours, when Yuqi threw open the door. âFood isââ
She stopped short when she saw Yoongi standing there instead of a delivery person. Yuqi put her hands on her hips, tossing him a ferocious glare. Uh-oh. If Yuqi was mad, it meant you had told her your boyfriend was being a jackass. âIs Y/n here?â Yoongi said, trying not to let her death-glare bother him.
âShe is.â
âCan I see her?â
âThat depends.â
âYuqi,â your voice said, appearing from behind her. âIâve got this.â
âFine. Iâll just be down the street picking up a coffee.â
She grabbed her purse and left, pushing past Yoongi roughly. He gave her back an incredulous look before turning to you. âHi,â he said timidly.
âHi.â
âCan I come in?â
You nodded and stepped back to let him in. Yoongi twisted his hands around each other, trying to think of how to begin as you both settled onto Yuqiâs couch. âHow have you been?â he asked.
âFine.â
If Yoongi had asked that question at any other time, you wouldâve answered with a full paragraph, gesturing and all. The way you only gave him that single syllable let him know you were hurt, and he hung his head as he realized he was the reason for that hurt.
âAre you gonna come back home today?â he mumbled.
You crossed your arms. âThat depends.â
âOn what?â
âOn if you want me back home.â
âOf course I want you back home.â
âDo you? Did you even notice I was gone?â
âOf course I fucking noticed!â
You winced and Yoongi instantly regretted his sharp tone. âSweetheart, please. I know Iâve been a total ass, and thereâs no excuse in the world I can give for that. Despite whatâs going on at work or in other areas of my life, I should always treat you with kindness and respect.â
You let out a choked sob, and Yoongi looked up to see your eyes filled with tears. âI did it for you, you know,â you croaked. âI thought you didnât want me anymore, so I decided to put some distance in between us. I thought maybe if I did that, the break-up would be less painful.â
Yoongiâs eyes went wide as he realized just how extensive the damage heâd done was. He was afraid youâd push him away, but at this point, he didnât care. He came and sat next to you, wrapping you in his arms which, of course, only made you cry harder. âShhhh,â he murmured soothingly, rubbing circles on your back. âSweetheart, please. Donât cry. I donât want to break up with you. I love you.â
âI love you, too,â you sniffled.
You drew apart and Yoongi smiled as he looked into your beautiful, watery eyes. âIâm sorry for being such a jerk.â
You coughed out a laugh. âItâs okay. Iâm sorry for jumping to conclusions.â
âLetâs get your stuff and get you home, yeah?â
âYeah.â
You spent the next few minutes texting Yuqi, letting her know you worked things out and were heading back home, and gathering your things. As you were looking for a shirt you misplaced, Yoongi suddenly grabbed you and spun you around, causing you to shriek.
He pressed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a way only he could. âI couldnât wait another second,â he murmured as he drew back.
You wrapped your arms around his neck. âI never want you to wait to kiss me again.â
âI never will.â
He kissed you again, fervently, passionately, and you groaned as he brushed his tongue along your bottom lip. âMaybe when we get home, I can continue making this up to you,â Yoongi said breathlessly, cocking an eyebrow.
You smirked. âMaybe.â
Shortly after that, you both left, fingers intertwined the same way your souls were intertwined. Every day after that, Yoongi never failed to let you know how much he loved you and wanted you in his life.
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Conjecture |9|
Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU
Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy youâd disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.
Links to all other parts in my masterlist :)
Words:3941
Warnings: SMUT!! (BDSM themes, restraints, toys, oral m recieving, masturbation, Sub Yoongi with a tiny bit of Dom), Swearing.
Itâs finally here guys! God itâs been too long since i worked on this! Love this chapter because of that!
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//Yoongi obeyed and dressed albeit heavy with amusement. The way panic grew across your face tickled him and forged a drowsy grin on his face. He drew back the long black curtains and introduced the bright beams of the sun slowly ascending the skyline. As much your mum could be terrifyingly blunt Yoongi had always had a good relationship with her, quite often heâd find himself at one of your shows and end up chatting to your biggest fan and the one who brought you into this life. He slowed his pace nearing the junction to the living room and heard your mum giving you relationship advice before stepping into the situation.//
 âY/N!â Yoongi exclaimed when youâd grabbed his hand and pulled him into a harsh kiss as the elevator doors closed. His cheeks flushed rose when you let yourself pull away, your smirk thoroughly enjoying his embarrassment and awkwardness.
The meeting lasted a few hours and as soon the topic changed from the MAMAs to your relationship your mood soured incredibly quickly; Â the list of restrictions on your new relationship grew and grew like unwanted thistles over a perfect lawn. You knew this was going to be the case especially seeing as the situation concerned a member of BTS but it still grated you the wrong way. You couldnât even hold hands in public! The air was thick with unease. Youâd also been told to do a joint V-Live later on and announce the MAMA performance; an official statement regarding dating status was going to be released tomorrow morning.
Yoongi being Yoongi wasnât sure how to deal with you in this agitated state, the only comfort he could offer was squeezing your hand with gentle pressure when you were finally alone in the elevator. The action so small actually bloomed into a lot of comfort.
âIâll go get Charlie from Kook and make a phone call and Iâll be back okay babyâ The way he looked at you, calling you baby with those contemplative gooey eyes somewhat soothed a little more of the turmoil in your mind.
âSure, donât be too longâ offering a weak smile.
You gave the receptionist a smile which prompted they keys at her computer to stop emitting the tapping sound and make her way over to you, the unsure smile and never focusing eyes were the unmistakable signs of a fan approaching a celebrity
âExcuse me Miss YL/Nâ The politeness of when we first entered the building remained unaltered.
You replied with a soft smile beckoning her to continue, she towered above you as you were sat; she realised this and knelt down to your height after bowing.
âI just want to say that Iâm a huge fan and so is my daughter we saw you in Seoul at your tour kick off, it was incredibleâ
You beamed at her with wide appreciative eyes.
âThank you so much, glad you enjoyed it, how old is your daughter? You replied
â18â
âExam week for her right?â
âYeah itâs been a tense week for sureâ
âWhatâs her name?â you asked
âAnnabelle?â her tone was now quizzical.
âWould you mind if I recorded a video on your phone for her?â She swallowed hard as if her throat had just played victim to drought
âOh my god, that would be amazingâ her words stumbled out as did her hands giving you her phone.
You recorded a message of good luck and encouragement and promised that next time you toured she could have VIP passes to one of your shows for all her hard work. You took the receptionists details and sent them straight to your manager. Her face morphed from ecstatic to petrified when a door to the left of her desk opened.
Sheâs obviously not supposed to be fazed by the guests here
Thankfully it was only Yoongi accompanied by Charlie who was walking patiently by his side
âI didnât know you was a y/n fanâ Her only response was a guilty smile and returned to her desk.
Yoongi really needed to stop wearing skinny jeans with rips in, the just looked too good on him; not to mention how his oversized black t-shirt sat on him in such a way it emphasised how small he actually was. His skin always glowed even bare faced and tired; you were both jealous and in awe of this.
âEarth to Y/N, you donât need to daydream about me ya knowâ he teased placing the lead in my hand. âIâm yours now rememberâ
Youâd been busted
âThat maybe but sometimes one imagines things not entirely appropriateâ you shot back. His eyes grew wide as did his smirk.
âYou going to let me in on the daydream then? Need to live up to my expectations now donât Iâ
âNopeâ
He visibly huffed before carrying on walking you both out of the building
âFine, come on I want to show you somethingâ
We arrived down a quiet street occupied by what looked like old factory buildings. Half of the street was shrouded in un-moving shadows, it blanketed the few of the cars left on the street. Yoongi pulled up and bursting with chivalry came and opened the door for you; as much as it felt odd you accepted his hand and stepped out the car. He pressed the buzzer at a Tuscan red bricked building, the door was a large factory one. All the while your head was turning and searching for anything that indicated where the hell you were and for any potentially impending paparazzi
âItâs meâ He confirmed to the crispy, crackling voice of the intercom, a click reached your ears and Yoongi hauled the door open.
You certainly was not expecting to be welcomed into a large white room, the white walls were beaming; the tint of fresh paint aroma was hanging weak in the air. The only thing gracing the walls were a variety of shapes and sizes of photographs to be illuminated by the lamps that sat off above them. More central in the room were benches and small podium like stands with animalsâ models shown proudly off them.
Before you could ask what you were doing here, Yoongi replied to the vacant look on your face.
âMy friends opening an exhibition next week, I remember how much you like photography so here we are.
You were approached by a young faced man, bright face tarred with the lines of stress. He was dressed in navy trousers and a loose shirt.
âOh Iâm actually so glad youâre hereâ he rushed âCould you please hold the fort here for like 30 mins, the security people are running late but Iâve got to go and meet with the caterersâ his face was flushed a red pink, poor thing.
âUh Sure, yeah of courseâ Yoongi stuttered back.
âAlso absolute pleasure to finally meet you Y/N, please enjoyâ He offered you a bow down to his waist and placed a light respectful kiss on the back of your hand before zooming off.
âNice to meet you tooâ your voice chasing after him.
âSo I guess itâs just us thenâ your words slowed as they escaped you.
âLooks likeâ
You took his hand and moulded it to yours
âGuess we can look around the gallery like this thenâ you quipped bright as a button with the opportunity.
âCan also do thisâ he added yanking you to a kiss which then moulded you against his body, before youâd allow yourself to set you pulled yourself apart and focused your attention to the beautiful photographs at your personal viewing.
Youâd spent about thirty grand in your mind already window shopping, it would be reality as soon as you worked out where on earth youâd hang them. One of them already would look perfect in your studio.
âHeâs really talentedâ
âYeah, even at college he was annoyingly talented, he beat me at every classâ âŠ.
âWell Iâd say your both winning at life, just different departments. Reckon he has more in the back?â
âProbably yeahâ he followed your lead, not that he had a choice, he was too content secured in your grip. The main back room was cluttered with debris of packaging and boxes, the only thing that was clear was a low sofa and a small table and chairs; the table was only lightly littered with food packets and wrappers. Along the far wall was a rack holding a stack of large prints all protected with a protective film for transporting.
You wandered off, releasing his grip and aimed straight for the rest of the prints. There was an expulsion of air from the leather sofa as Yoongi relaxed his weight to it; allowing you to browse excitedly with a content smirk resting on his face. You managed to catch the end of the sparkle of amusement trying to flicker away as you turned.
âWhat?â
âNothing youâre just so adorable when youâre in your elementâ
âCall me adorable once more and BTS will need a new rapperâ you warned.
âAdoâŠâŠraâ he began, your eyes glistened with âyou dareâ; your uncontained smile only provoked him
âBleâ he finished looking smug.
 âIs this adorable?â you breathed, teeth nipping at his neck, hand feathered at the back of his neck gripping at his hair. Your palm applying pressure through his trousers just underneath the apex of your thighs
âYou know damn well it isnâtâ he managed trying to keep all breathy moans from escaping to coax you more.
âYouâve gotta stopâ he pleaded.
âWhy?â lips enveloping his, delaying the response you knew was coming.
âYou are going to get us into sooo much trouble and we really canât have a scandal someone could be back any minuteâ his grip loosened at the outside of your thighs, further informing you of his sincerity.
âYou mean you canât! My reputation is quirky and beautifully tarnished at best. Yours is the squeaky clean oneâ You pouted, slumping back onto your legs shifting your weight to his legs.
âPut that bottom lip away before I call it adorableâ you chuckled at his statement slapping his chest in amused disapproval.
The knock of the door almost jolted you on your ass as it made you jump and had you scrambling off Yoongi to an innocent position. A calm smile camouflaging the rapid panicking of your heart. After checking the window and confirming the work men you opened the door to an immediately flustered couple of guys. They definitely werenât expecting two idols to greet them.
âUmmâŠIâm looking for..Mrâ he stuttered. One pair of eyes was noticeably on you a hell of a lot more than Yoongi.
âHeâll be back any minuteâ Yoongi piped up, slightly stepping in front of you and pulling the door open from you. The protective gesture didnât go unnoticed.
Hurried footsteps bombarded from behind to a flushed looking âŠ
âIâm here, thank youâ You and Yoongi wordlessly thanked him as the security guys were already going over plans like they couldnât wait five god damn minutes.
//
The pair of you worked on some of the arrangement on the song until you both sub-misssed into your room at Yoongis and curled up together in comfy spoon and napped. The weight of your arms draped at his hips, your face nestled into the back of his neck was the perfect catalyst for sleep.
//
Everything was set for the V-Lives, youâd both wanted to air it from your own accounts so youâd managed to push two screens together in his studio and placed two cameras where each of the screens met so youâd be looking in the same direction.
The genius compromise came from you. Obviously.
âReady?â he asked swivelling in his chair to your direction behind him faffing with your hair and fine tuning your makeup in a small mirror by the door.
âYouâre shitting it arenât you?â pushing himself up and out of his chair and wrapped himself around you from behind, head resting on your shoulder looking all bright and doey eyed at your reflection.
âJust nervous about the reactions weâll get tomorrow more than anythingâ You confessed.
âIt will be fine, we know theyâll be both good and bad, people will get over it. Anyway just see it as weâll be the K-Pop power couple everyone will want to talk aboutâ
You chuckled under your breath âPower couple? Weâre not Jay Z and Beyonceâ you quipped.
Both of you had thousands of viewers in minutes, watching the comments explode with excitement asking whatâs going on had you wearing an amused smile leaning forward hand supporting your chin as your eyes scanned the influx of fans. Some of which were already saying youâd look like such a good couple.
After youâd made the performance announcement the V-live quickly deteriorated into a snowstorm of questions, you both did your best to control the blizzard without revealing any secret snowflakes.
âA lot of Army are asking what your favourite BTS song isâ Yoongi directed at you with beautiful curious eyes.
âI think whatever it is you should totally sing someâ he added knowing full well the power of army would make the peer pressure unbeatable. Even your fans comments turned on you and wanted to hear you sing.
âSeriously?â you asked bemused.
âYep! Look literally everyone wants it and you canât tell me as an artist youâve not sung or prepared a version of itâ he rolled his chair back and dragged out the mic stand and placed it defiantly in the room.
âIâll play the piano for itâ he encouraged. Your face felt the rush of blood tainting your cheeks.
âErm, itâs so hard to pick just one, I guess either Tomorrow or House of Cards, you choose from themâ you demanded, from the fans or Yoongi would do.
âWeâll do House of Cards, I think your vocals will be perfectly beautiful for thatâ Normally a compliment would be accompanied by a sugar coated gaze In your direction, not on live though, he turned without a momentâs hesitation and set up his keyboard. Fingers caressing the keys with such gentle precision as he warmed them up. The grey hoody slumped on his frame, his expressions hindered shielded underneath his black baseball cap.
âHope you guys enjoy thisâ you stood tight, microphone facing side on to the camera allowing you to observe Yoongi from behind. The song had always sounded such a sexy ballad but under the keys of gentle fingers the piano made the song feel so sad, you inhaled as you nodded to Yoongi who played you into the song.
After a few bars the surroundings dissolved into the safe haven of your own room as if you were casually singing around the house. Youâd even recorded a cover of this song. Â Just before the last note as Yoongi finished playing his smile and shimmering eyes reached you and shoved you straight back into shyness, you laughed through the flushness once again and gave a timid bow and scurried back your chair and shrouded yourself with your hood and scanned the screens for the comments. Yoongi just chuckled and joined you back at the computer.
âThat was alrightâ he said as non chalantly as he could through his grin which he was attempting to squash.
You flung your wrist out and flicked it across the top of him arm with wide eyes and mouth.
âOwâ he exaggerated. His pout only encouraged you to do it again.
âThey keep saying weâd be an awesome coupleâ his hands pointing at the pair of computers. Youâd both agreed to not mention any comments hinting at anything like that. Without skipping a beat, as if youâre brain hadnât just completely panicked.
âCan you imagine?â you managed through a giggle
âUltimate power coupleâ you added reflecting on Yoongiâs comment earlier. The comments were flooding in on both feeds, flashing too quick to read but you got the gist of agreement and compliments.
You ended the session after minutes of sending your love and appreciation to fans and getting caught up in another few questions. Itâs worse than leaving a house party and having to say your goodbyes to everyone on the way out.
âThought we were avoiding any couple comments?â you glared at him returning the mic stand to its home behind the electronic keyboard.
âThere were just too many to ignoreâ he defended tugging at your belt loop leaving you falling into his chest as he lent against the desk
âDonât creep, we said not too! And you made me sing!â your fist curled into weak fist and rested at his chest, his hands rested at your lower back but they quickly started falling out of place and slid to cup your ass.
//
The sheets were ruffled into a hot mess, his fists were bound behind his back, beautifully decorated with black silk. His whines and pants were muffled by the mattress. The muscles at his shoulder blades were deliciously twitiching as he writhed under any contact you gave him. A pillow was under his hips raising his behind which was now a precious pink taking the shape of your hand. The quiet hum of the prostate massager just only audible over Yoongiâs tired moans, the hair around his neckline was damp and refused to move when he moved.
âHad enough?â the ache between your own legs becoming unbearable, you could feel the extent of your arousal as you moved. Tugging at his hair yanking his head up from the mattress.
âYes, god please!â satisfied with the level of desperation saturating his voice you clicked and powered down the massager stealing a relieved groan into the mattress. The soft silk tie found a new lace on the floor freeing Yoongiâs arms as the fell to his sides
âRoll overâ you ordered, leaving him no time to catch his breath.
âYou look so sexy all fucked outâ you breathed, fingers ghosting a teasing pattern down his thighs as your body soon followed your tongue gliding in so slow whirls around his throbbing cock. You allowed the hand that had ruffled into the top of your hair to stay, the tighter the ministrations of his grip only motivating you further.
âIf you donât want me to cum you gottaâŠâ His hips bucked slightly even under the weight of one of your arms, his grunt catching is his throat. Your eyes shot upwards beneath the smirk growing at your lips swallowing him down. Your eyes were met with a regretful satisfied glance.
âWhat did I say would happen if you came before I said you could?â before relishing in a cup of water at the bedside.
âThat I couldnât make you cum and youâll do itâ the pangs of disappointment oozed into his voice, the confliction of what he knew was going to happen frustrated  him yet sent a new wave of tingles rushing southward
This was fast becoming your favourite punishment for Yoongi for two reasons
1.      His pride and selfishness made it torture for him if he wasnât the one causing you to writhe in pleasure
2.      To him it was the sexiest thing to watch and heâd end up frustrated and turned on again.
âYou got it, youâll have to listen to me moaning and touching myself when it could have been you if you did as you were toldâ
His body heavy with defeat against the bed as his eyes hollowed with dread and anticipation as they followed your every move as you shuffled up and laid down next to him, lightly pushing him on his side, he took your hint and rolled on his side facing away from you.
âYou only deserve to hear me babyâ you tease littering his shoulder blades with heavy kisses.
âYouâre such a teaseâ he breathed.
âMmhmmâ you murmured already tracing your fingers through yourself. Fuck you were so wet honing in on your clit as you put yourself on your side and got as close to him as you could. He was going to feel every ministration of your hand as your hand brushed against his skin and your hips pushing forward slowly driving him up the wall of tease you loved to make him climb. He was going to hear all the explicit sweet nothings of you whimpering how much you much you wanted it to be his cock feeling your walls instead. How you wanted his fingers massaging your clit.
âChristâ he mumbled, barely audible through his face diving into the pillow as you cried out his name as you came over your own fingers. Your body jerking and your legs muscles tensing riding out your high.
 âIâm going to take a cold shower before you make me do something youâll only punish me forâ he announced with a sense of exhausted cheekiness, chucking himself away from you leaving you with the devilish smirk. He didnât complain about his punishment, at all. Opting to just try and cool down, you waited a few minutes before shuffling your way through the damp covers and followed him to the bathroom.
His main bathroom was exquisite, failing to find a different word worthy of the bathroom. Even the shower was majestic. The cubicle itself was large and oblong, at one end was a sauna like wooded slated bench just out of reach of the water; that was unless you turned a separate shower head on above the bench. The main waterfall shower head was centre of one of the longer walls surrounded by grey marble tiling only covered partially by the gold coloured shelving with copious bottles of skin, hair and body washes.
 All that luxury was nothing compared to a bare Yoongi with his back to you dousing himself in water, the particles coating his skin. His behind still bearing your marks was sculpted by years of dancing; whether he like to dance or not you were certainly grateful.
âYou can turn the cold offâ your hands soaking up the contact from his sides, the freezing splashes rebounding off you, goose bumping your skin instantly. His hair flat against his forehead water using the strands as a runway before it landed on his chest and trailing down even further to his half erect member. This was soon remedied to full as your hands teased him
âPlease donât tease me anymoreâ he voice desperate and energy drained passing through a pleasing sweet smile.
âIâm doneâ he conceded, your skin left his as you feigned shock.
âWell I came here because I was going to let you sort that outâ head dropping in the direction of his groin. âAny way you wanted seeing as you accepted your punishment with such grace but if youâre done thenâŠâ you turned in a deliberate slow movement to leave.
âWell that changes my status of doneâ his hand slid to secure yours, the pair of you had mirrored smug grins.
âI thought it might!â you detached yourself from him again and took a few cautious steps over to the sauna style seating at one end of the shower.
âSo how do you want meâ you toyed teasingly bending over hands resting on the bench giving him an eyeful he enjoyed. Â After a light chuckle diffused into a hungry glare he answered
âRight thereâ he affirmed through a groan as he pressed into you from behind, hands trailing up your back finding their grip at the back of your neck and hair.
âAnd I want you crying my name outâ he added with a hard thrust knocking your forward through your own pleasurable whine.
âYou better make me thenâ
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The First Impression ~ JJK [Request]
âŹâŹâŹWord Count: 2.1K
âŹâŹâŹGenre: Fluffy
âŹâŹâŹPairing: Jungkook x reader x Stray Kids x BTS
âŹâŹâŹA/N: Hope this is okay for you love!
"This is stupid, I told you I didn't want to do this and you went behind my back." You grumbled to Felix as you followed him around the Stray Kids dorm, he was in the middle of clearing everything up with the help of Seungmin and Jeongin who both thought this was a wonderful idea that Felix had.
"I thought you wanted us to meet him?" Changbin asked as he laid the kitchen table out with plate settings - probably ordered by Felix since he seemed to be the one in charge of everything going on around the house. You hadn't even noticed that instead of ten chairs being around the table there were 16 all cramped in trying to look as natural as possible. Â
"Yes, one at a time. In an environment, I can control and keep an eye on all of you and make sure you don't kill him," You told him as he walked away with a devilish smile on his face giving nothing away about what he was planning on saying to Jungkook when he came to the dorms. Minho was sitting on the sofa smirking at everything that was happening around him as if he wasn't in on the whole thing as well,
"I suppose you're all in on it?" You questioned him walking over and plopping yourself down next to him, while he ate from a packet of crisps and shrugged his shoulders at you.
"What's the plan? All of you jump him? It's hardly fair on Jungkook." You stole some of the crisps from his packet and he snatched them away telling you not to ruin your appetite as if he hadn't also just been eating them,
"No, that wouldn't be fair. Eight of us and one of him. I made him invite the rest of the guys." You groaned at Chan's solution to the problem, they really were all in on it and you were going to have to deal with 14 children and Jungkook.
"You can't be serious, 15 of you under one roof? You're trying to kill me, aren't you? Kill me and take Jungkook for yourselves?" You whimpered laying down on the spot where Minho had previously been sitting. He rolled his eyes at you looking at you as he put the crisp packet into the bin.
"You're our friend, we just want to meet the guy you're dating. It seems like things are getting serious." Minho was the overprotective one - not that he would ever show it to anyone, he liked it to be a secret. Only you knew about that side of him, he'd come home to find you crying one day after a fight and was already ready to kick ass until you explained everything to him and it was all smoothed back over.
"You couldn't have gone out to dinner?" You questioned looking at Felix who was now running towards the kitchen because Changbin said he could smell burning - you hoped it was just a joke about they weren't about to poison Jungkook and BTS, you could see all of them except for Hyunjin and Jisung.
"Where are they?" Your voice was panicked and everyone knew exactly what you were talking about, you knew that they would be the ones to do something stupid to you and Jungkook just to mess with you.
"Who?!" Jeongin shot out almost instantly as soon as he heard you say it, you stared him down trying to get an answer from him but Chan came between you both to stop you from intimidating the Maknae.
"They're doing some cleaning-"
"Jisung doesn't clean, Innie, where are they?" You whined out moving behind Chan and moving closer to the Maknae who was now stuttering over his words, he didn't want to upset you or Chan so he turned into a blubbering mess.
"Bedroom." You thanked him and walked in the direction of Felix's room where Jeongin had been pointing in the direction of and you swung the door open to find them standing there, album in hand as they flicked through photos.
"What are you doing?!" You yelled trying to make them jump but all it did was make Hyunjin scream and the photo album Jisung was holding fly onto the floor and land on an open page.
"No! No! CHAN! NO!" You screamed making a grab for the album but it was kicked away from you while Chan came to see what all of the shoutings was about.
"Make sure they don't!" You begged him turning around to look at him with pleading eyes, the album was filled with photos of you and Felix from your childhood in Australia together.
"I can't stop them!" Your eyes turned angry and you stormed off to find Felix,
"It's yours, make them stop." You were pulling on his arm begging him not to let them show the boys the photographs of you -acting like a child but you didn't care at this point. There were some in there that you hadn't seen, Felix had gotten them from his parents before he left for Korea as a way to remember everyone back home and you hated it.
"Please Lix, they're awful photos and if-" You stopped begging when you heard the doorbell to the dorm's go off, everyone froze in place looking towards Felix who was now staring at you.
"Answer the door." He said to you as he looked over at Hyunjin and Jisung who were still clutching onto the album for dear life, you knew it was too late to start a fight and they were going to show them.
"Chan, it's going to be 13 kids. You, me and Namjoon in charge. We can still put an end to this." You pleaded as he pushed you in the direction of the front door, you were staring up at him trying to make him see that this was a bad idea but it was too late. The front door was right in front of you and the boys were all waiting for you to answer it, trying to look like they were in natural seating positions but Changbin was leaning against the white fridge, Hyunjin and Jisung had their hands behind their backs - instantly making it look like a murder was about to take place, and the rest of them except for Felix just looked suspicious.
"Answer it!" Felix yelled jokingly going back to his cooking, it was just a simple carbonara dish but it was Felix so he was making it special for everybody.
"Hi guys," You breathed seeing them all on the other side of the door, this was it. Two of your worlds were about to collide and you didn't know if it was going to be a good idea or not.
"We brought this," Hoseok stated as he held up a bottle of wine for you to look at - you knew nothing about wine but you were sure it was just something to defuse some tension with, you stepped out of the way and helped everyone into the room.
"Guys this is Chan, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin...I call him Innie. Boys these are-" Chan cut you off by explaining that they obviously already knew who BTS were and they all began shaking pleasant exchanges.
"I remember you!" Hoseok said to Minho as he got up to shake his hand, you watched as they awkwardly had a hug, you were about to say something when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist and drew you back into a hug.
"Hi," Jungkook whispered into your ear as if you weren't being watched by 14 pairs of eyes each member from the bands staring at you as you gave a small display of affection in front of them.
"They do this all of the time," Jimin groaned moving further into the dorms and greeting each of the members with a handshake, Jungkook snaked his arms out from around you and began talking to Changbin who had done nothing but eye him up since he showed up the door.
The dorms were packed full, you'd never seen so many people in the Stray Kids dorm before and it was nerve-wracking trying to make sure that everyone was getting along alright, Hosoek, Jimin and Minho were talking about the Japan tour he'd been on, Namjoon, Yoongi, Chan and Changbin were talking about producing in one corner.
"Will you relax? Get me some plates." Felix whispered he'd noticed your eyes dancing from every member to make sure everything was okay. You weren't nervous about them not liking Jungkook - because even if they didn't you'd still be the only one to make any kind of decision about your relationship with him. You were worried that no one would get along, that the dorms would be filled with a dull silence that couldn't be filled no matter how hard anybody tried. Luckily though everyone seemed engaged in their own worlds, enjoying talking to other people.
"Plates, right." You whispered reaching into the cupboard for some plates, he watched as you hands shook bringing them back down to him.
You'd located everyone except for Jisung and Jungkook who you couldn't see so you could only assume Jisung was showing him all of the photographs of your embarrassing childhood memories. Felix's hand was resting on your shoulder as he began rubbing it to make you calm down,
"Food, go and get everyone." You sighed shouting.
"FOOD!" To everyone in the living room before going towards Felix's bedroom where you found Jisung, Jimin and Jungkook all sitting on the bed and leaning over a book.
"I knew it, Jisung! Please." You whimpered walking into the room and dramatically laying across his legs where grumbled before pushing you onto the floor,
"You've broken my trust and you, Jeon Jungkook, The one I love, you've broken my heart." They stepped over you as you performed a dramatic death scene,
"HEY! I'm dying here! A little sympathy?" You complained but they all ignored you going on the hunt for the food that Felix had been cooking.
You came out of the bedroom and you were met by yelling and cheering as they all began talking over one another trying to have too many conversations at once while eating.
The end of the night was coming, Namjoon was taking the boys out of the apartment one by one but left Jungkook behind,"Go and see him out," Chan whispered kicking your legs in the direction of the door, you stumbled into Jungkook and began walking him out. Ignoring the wolf whistles you were getting from the boys around you. The door shut behind you and you smiled at Jungkook,
"Sorry about them I know they can be a little-"
"They're great, we're already arranging something at our dorms for next time." You blinked rapidly holding your hand on your chest at the thought of doing this all over again with them. This one already had you planning to sleep for a month, the interactions and social battery being drained instantly.
"Sounds great," You weren't lying, it did sound amazing and the fact that they were planning more times together was a good sign but it was already making your head hurt.
"I should go and clean up, I'm sure they'll want to tell me what they think of you too." You giggled leaning up and giving Jungkook a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist, drawing you closer to him so he could make out with you properly. It had been the first time you'd been alone all night and he wasn't about to stop until the door to the dorms opened and Minho cleared his throat. You jumped apart and Jungkook blushed, quickly waving goodbye and going to find the boys while you stared at Minho who was shaking his head at you.
"Kissing boys makes your teeth fall out," You groaned as he put his arm around your neck and pulled you into the dorms.
"Why do you kiss Jisung then?" You joked pushing him away from you and going to help Changbin who had lost - yet again - at another game of rock paper scissors.
"It's because you always pick the same answer," You joked with him poking his cheek before getting a towel ready to dry everything up. You weren't going to let them clean up alone since it was your boyfriend and all his friends that had helped make the mess in the first place.
"I heard you're arranging another one?" You quizzed Felix who nodded, he was proud of himself for making the first one happen but Chan looked like his head was about to explode from everyone talking so loudly before.
"Headache from looking after 15 kids?" You joked and he groaned putting his head on the table to try and cool it and pass the headache away but it was still there.
"What did you think of him anyway?" You asked slowly wanting to know what they truly thought of you and Jungkook together now that they'd met him and had some decent time to get to know him. But it was like opening a can of worms because they all began talking loudly over one another to tell you what they liked.
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Threeâs A Crowd - Chapter Six
Masterlist | Requests are open.
Genre: Fluff, smut, angst.
Genre of this part: Angst, fluff.
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: Your childhood friend shows you a whole new world, but no one expected what came afterwards.
WARNINGS:
Previous / Next
Japan, after the MAMAs, held something special for you. It didn't matter what city you went to, where about sin the country you were, you were always reminded of the day not too long ago when Yoongi finally confessed how he felt towards you using his body rather than his words. Of course, the actual sex took place in Hong Kong, rather ironically, but the initial confession happened backstage in Tokyo exactly this time last month.
It was the 12th January 2019, you were in Nagoya with the boys. The early morning sun shining into your hotel room as Yoongi's sleeping body clung to yours as he'd begun to do. You had just returned to Asia after spending the holiday season with your family, much to the boys dismay. Especially Yoongi, who wanted nothing more than to spend the country's second Valentine's Day with a woman whom he'd fallen head over heels for.
You and Yoongi had been officially dating for a month now, both of you too lazy to go out on a real first date so counting your night spent in the hotel room in Hong Kong as your first date. Your relationship with Yoongi hadn't really changed. You still spoke to one another like you used to, you still hung out like you used to, you still brought him food to the studio and then complained at him when he hadn't eaten the last meal you brought him. Really the only difference was you had a new level of intimacy added to your relationship. Not only were you intimate emotionally, you could now add your near constant physical vulnerability to that list. The insatiability you two had for each other mixed with your incredibly high sex drives moved your weekly rate of him being inside you to way above average. And you hadn't tired of it. Neither of you had.
However, you both found yourself having a deep conversation about your relationship just a few days ago, when you were cuddled up in the afterglow of yet another round of sex, this time basking in the delicious feeling of him filling you up with his cum before you'd even left the bed.
"Yoongi? Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." You laughed and playfully hit him on his bare chest. "Go on, what do you want to know, baby?"
"I don't really know how to get it out." You removed your head from his chest and lay on your stomach, so you could look at his face as you spoke to him. Though, the awkwardness of the conversation meant that, instead, you'd be staring at his chest while your index finger gently drew patterns on the skin of his stomach. "I guess I feel like there's something missing in our relationship. I'm happy, don't get me wrong! I'm the happiest I've been in a while. And don't get me started on the sex." Yoongi grinned at your comment, turning a little red. "It's just I feel like we're missing something, but I can't put my finger on what."
"No, instead your fingers on me making me feel all goose-pimply." You both laughed. He picked up your finger to stop you from playing with his stomach, and locked his in between yours, holding your hand as he loved to do often. "It's strange but I think I know what you mean. In fact, I do know what you mean. It must just be because we're in a new relationship. You know, we were really good friends before and now we're more than that and we don't really know what to do with that? We made a big change, I guess, and maybe we feel like we should have added more? I don't know. Just don't worry about it, baby. There's nothing wrong with us. We're fine."
"Well, there's definitely something wrong with you."
Yoongi feigned offence and leant forward. You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, accompanied by the sound of your skin being assaulted by his hand. "Cheeky cow." Yoongi joked. He pulled you closer to him, forcing you to straddle him, your naked pussy resting on his soft cock. You wanted nothing more than to tease him, to rub yourself against him and then fuck off for a shower leaving him alone and hard in the bed. But he needed his energy for the kick off show tonight, so you couldn't be cruel to him. Not really.
Yoongi watched you on top of him, studying your face, as puffy as it still was from sleep. He wanted to be soft on you, tell you how much he was in love with you, and had been for the 8 years he'd known you. However, his own personal problems made it impossible for him to do so, especially this early on in the relationship. So instead he settled for holding you against his body once more, gently rubbing your delicate skin with his crooked fingers.
You two finally dragged yourselves out of bed and were late getting into the van to take you all to the Nagoya Dome. Jimin practically rolled his eyes when he saw the two of you. He was happy you both were happy, but he wished you wouldn't shove your hand holding and your public displays of affection down his throat. He was trying to get over two of his friends, and he couldn't do that with you two acting like every day was couple's day.
The boys rehearsed, you played around with them on stage, continued studying Japanese so you could keep translating for them. You ate with them, joined them backstage when they got ready, and even watched as Army piled into the arena, excitedly chatting to one another and preparing themselves for a night of complete perfection.
All your usual traditions resumed, you gave them all a hug for good luck as they were about to get on stage, and watched the screens from the dressing room with the staff, enjoying their performance. You had seen this show every night since the tour began, and you couldn't get enough of it.
Jimin was absolutely amazing on stage as he usually was, but tonight he seemed to beat his own record. He had so much emotion when he sang, and seemed to be living his life to the fullest. Yet, he was almost completely different when he came off stage. The light in his eyes vanished and his smile faded. He was just doing what he had to to get through the day.
The two of you hadn't spoken properly since you had that fight on the plane in Hong Kong. You'd taken Jungkook's advice and taken a step back, waiting for him to come to you. But you hadn't had your best friend for a month, and you couldn't wait any longer.
He was getting ready for The Truth Untold when you approached him, your body caving in on itself making you appear shy as you stood next to him. "Chim-Chim, can we talk?"
"I'm a bit busy right now, Angel." He replied. He didn't look at you, despite the fact that you were the perfect angle for him to stare at you in the mirror while his nuna fixed his bubble-gum pink hair for him. But you picked up on the fact that he called you "Angel", which meant that things were still somewhat okay between you.
"After the show?" When he didn't respond, you resorted to begging. Something you'd gotten better at since Yoongi barrelled his way into your bed. "Please, Chim. I miss you."
Jimin could never say no to you. Not really. He'd always loved you too much. "Fine. I'll come to your hotel room after the show, okay?"
"Thank you."
Jin's solo had come to an end and the rest of the vocal line were making their way to the stage. The Truth Untold had been one of your favourite BTS songs since you first heard it, and you always made sure you never missed them performing it. So, as the boys made their way to the stage, you made your way to the audience, picking yourself the prime position in the seating on the floor, ready to listen to the tragically beautiful song at it's best: resonating through your entire body as you felt the pain of the vocal line with every syllable they sang. Though, today, the song ended differently.
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It felt as if Jimin had stabbed you in the heart. He didn't finish the song, his beautiful voice echoing throughout the stadium before pure silence fell on the dome. He'd never done that before, but today he hung his head and let his arm fall to his side, letting his emotions seep into the crowd before they began to scream for the men on stage. Those emotions cut deep into your soul, and you felt like you could cry. You wanted to just fall to the floor and let it all out, but something stopped you.
The conversation tonight was going to be less than pleasant, that's for sure.
When Yoongi knocked on your hotel room door later on that evening, you were incredibly confused. This wasn't the Bangtan member you were expecting.
"All I know is that he text me and told me that I had to be here."
"Because what I want to say concerns both of you." Came a voice from behind Yoongi in the hallway.
Everyone walked into your room and gathered on your bed, making sure you were all sat facing each other so Jimin could tell you what's been going on. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't nervous about this. Your mind instantly went to the worst thing imaginable. Maybe his eating problems have caused something terminal. You had no idea. All you knew what that Jimin was no longer looking at you, choosing a special spot on the floor. "Okay." He exhaled, breathing out all the negativity he had cooped up inside him. "I need to get this out so please let me do it." You and Yoongi both nodded, and your other half gestured as if to give Jimin the floor so he could talk.
"I... Since..." He grumbled to himself, frustrated that he couldn't find the right words to say. "I don't know where to begin. The last few months, something has changed for me. Well, since you guys helped me back on my feet after the whole bulimia thing. I noticed that I had started to develop feelings for you, Angel. Feelings I didn't think I'd ever feel for you. I was too scared to admit that I'd fallen for you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was content with everything being one-sided. But then Hyung got to you before I did, and I couldn't bear to see you two together. Especially because I've also started feeling things for Hyung too."
You and Yoongi looked at each other, both quite shocked by what Jimin was confessing. Yet your expressions softened, your minds almost melding into one as you both thought the same thing.
"When I saw you kissing Angel, I felt jealousy. And I couldn't tell which one of you two I wanted to be." Jimin started to cry. "I couldn't watch you two be happy when I wanted you both and I know that nothing can ever happen between any of us because relationships don't work l-like that but I-" He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. "I love you both so much. I'm sorry."
Yoongi nodded at you, and let you crawl across the bed to comfort your loved one. Despite Jimin's tears, you were grinning from ear to ear. "Chim-Chim, look at me." You said softly. Your hand cupped his cheek and forced him to look at you when he didn't obey you quick enough. "We love you too. So much."
"But not how I want you to."
You moved your lips to press them gently against his plump ones, just as soft as you thought they'd be. The kiss was wet, given his tears, but once he'd gotten over the initial shock he kissed you back. Soft, open-mouthed kisses were placed on each other's lips, and arms wrapped around him softly. Yoongi's arms. Yoongi, who was affectionate to a point, made sure his hurting dongsaeng knew exactly how his hyung felt about him. Yoongi kissed Jimin's neck, not with the intent of turning him on, but solely because his lips were taken. But as soon as you let Jimin go, Yoongi took over, kissing everywhere on Jimin's face before finishing on his lips. Watching your man kiss Jimin, you felt like you should be jealous. But instead the affection Yoongi was showing made you feel content. It wasn't you he was kissing, but in a really roundabout way, you felt loved. It was such a peculiar feeling, but you knew you wouldn't get tired of it.
When Yoongi pulled away, Jimin started laughing. He became bashful, hiding his face in his hyung's chest and being coddled by Yoongi's long arms. "Can I stay with you two tonight?" Jimin asked. He looked so small, and sounded like a child in his state of vulnerability. You couldn't say no.
The three of you, after some hours of talking and getting reacquainted, clambered into the king size bed. Jimin, of course, was in the middle, loving having all the love and cuddles between the three of you. Both you and Yoongi found a way comfortably cling onto the man in the middle, and join hands, resting on his stomach. Jimin was dozing off already, losing consciousness as he contentedly fell into a deep sleep. It was then Yoongi tugged on your arm to draw your attention to him. "I think we found what we were missing, ___." He said.
"I think we did, too."
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BTS - Jinâs Wedding
Contains: Major fluff. Smut. Slight angst.
Set a week after Jinâs stag/bachelor party, he marries his girlfriend Min-seo in a ceremony attended by his family, the other members of BTS and their girlfriends.
This is part of our headcanon universe (find out more here), involving original characters. All BTS members are present as well as their girlfriends Ji-eun, Nana, Ara, Cassandra and Young-soon. Sugaâs ex-girlfriend, Jeong-sun, is also heavily mentioned. This is set before the members enlist in the military.
(Find out about our girlfriends here)
We have also made an original art piece of the girlfriends awaiting the ceremony here)
To read each member & their girlfriendâs headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here:
RM  /  Jin  /  Suga  /  J-Hope  /  Jimin  /  V  /  Jungkook
& Our full masterlist can be found here
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PART ONE
Hoseok couldnât help but grin as he came out of the small en-suite bathroom, looping his tie beneath the white collar of his freshly ironed shirt. Nana looked amazing; her chestnut spirals were magnificently springy; freshly washed and hanging naturally over her bare shoulders. Her body twisted away from him, trying to view the back of her navy dress which lacked much in the way of fabric. Hoseok giggled and ran his finger gently down her exposed spine before settling his hand in the crook of her lower-back.
âAre you sure it looks okay without a bra?â She sighed, straightening up and pulling the silky fabric away from her scant chest. She had brought one along with her to the hotel; a wireless sports number in case of emergency, but the backless panel of the dress made wearing one impossible. She contemplated wearing a cardigan to cover-up, but the weather was seasonably warm and pleasant outside and she didnât want to risk sweat patches. With a grimace, she looked down at the front of her dress where her nipples protruded against the fabric; two little bumps, no bigger than the eraser-ends of a pencil. Hoseokâs eyes automatically darted towards them at the sound of her voice, a lustful grin tugging on his lips.
âMore than okayâŠâ He whispered, stroking her back gently and enjoying the protruding curves of her hips as his hands slipped below the silk. âItâs really sexy.â
She ignored his touch, instead focussing on fussing with the thin straps which held the skimpy garment to her bony shoulders. âI didnât realise how revealing it isâŠâ She complained. âI was in a hurry at the store and didnât have time to try it on. Do you think Min-seo will be upset?â Her voice sounded worried and Hoseokâs chest dropped, realising that while he had known Jinâs fiance for almost two years, Nana was still getting to know his friends. For the first time that afternoon, he became aware of her rising nerves and felt guilty. They hadnât been dating long but having her here today seemed important.
âSheâs not that type of person.â He reassured with a smile, sliding his hand along her side until it reached her shoulder blades which he caressed slowly.
âSo you think itâs okay?â She turned to face him, eyes wide beneath her lashes. It was the first time he had seen her wearing a significant amount of makeup and, while she didnât need it, the black mascara and touch of eyeliner made her feline-like eyes sultry and intense.
Sliding his palm beneath the strap on her right shoulder, Hoseok brushed it aside before smoothing her hair over the opposite over, revealing the back of her neck which he kissed sensually, opening his mouth against her skin. His other hand moved towards the lower half of her back where the cut-out panel revealed her skin up to her panty line. Hoseok skimmed the skin there, just along the border, before slipping beneath, feeling her backside through her silk panties.
âDo we have time?â She whispered breathlessly, feeling herself tingle between the thighs.
âYouâre driving me crazyâŠâ He answered, lips moving down to press between her shoulder blades; teeth skimming the skin gently as he opened his mouth wide against her.
âI didnât realise you were this worked up.â She smirked, turning to face him. He pulled away and took a step back, his hand still lingering on the contours of her hips.
âYour back is really sexy.â He murmured, his hoarse voice almost a growl as he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. She smiled into his open mouth as her palm moved across his covered body; over the crisp lines of his trousers until they reached his strained outline which tented the fabric. She moaned against him as her fingers squeezed and stroked his hard cock, her other hand seeking the zipper.
***
Strolling down the gravel driveway at the approaching sound of car tires, Yoongi beat the driver to the door handle of the black Bentley and opened it for Jin. The older member hesitated on the back seat, thanking the driver, before climbing out. He reached for Yoongiâs hand who shook it firmly in reply as he pushed the car door shut.
âHow do I look?â Jin asked apprehensively, his brown eyes roaming over his black suit, scrutinously looking for any creases or blemishes in the fabric. Yoongi took a glance and nodded. âGood.â He answered honestly. âReally good.â
Jin noticed the sincerity in his voice and found himself relaxing. âThanks.â He murmured as they walked side by side up the driveway, towards the large country hotel. âAre my parents here yet?â
Yoongi nodded. âSat at the front.â
âAnd Min-seoâs?â
The younger man thought for a moment. âHer mom went to see her earlier. We passed in the corridorâŠâ
Jin turned to him tensely, stopping in his tracks. His forehead sheened with perspiration. Yoongi thought he had never seen his band-mate more nervous. âHave you seen her yet?â
He shook his head gently, keeping his voice low in an attempt to show the older man he wasnât worried about this. âNo, but the girls met her at breakfast.â
âHow was she?â He asked restlessly.
âIâm not sure, fine I think.â Yoongi answered, beginning to walk once more towards the canopied entrance of the large building. It was a historic venue, lovingly restored and surrounded by acres of lush parkland. It hadnât taken long after the initial viewing for both Jin and Min-seo to agree on using it for their wedding and reception. The on-site bedrooms were convenient for guests and it was not too far out of Seoul for people to travel to.
âAre the others sat inside?â Jin gazed up at the tall, glass doors as they drew closer to the porch.
Yoongi stopped, turning to his friend and steadying him by the shoulder. He could feel the older man shaking slightly beneath his suit with nerves and restlessness. âAre you okay?â Yoongi asked calmly, giving him a little, reassuring squeeze before pulling away.
âFineâŠâ Jin replied, a little breathlessly. âWhy?â
The younger man shook his head. âYou seem worried.â
There was a pause before Jin took a deep breath. It helped steady his voice and when he answered, he sounded the most calm he had since getting out of the Bentley. âItâs just a big day, you know?â
Yoongi nodded gently. âYeah.â He paused. âItâs all taken care of.â
âThank you.â Jinâs voice came out barely a whisper and he placed his palm steadily on Yoongiâs shoulder in a brotherly expression. At that moment, the older man had never felt so thankful to have Yoongi as a friend and he tried to show it through his touch, lingering for a moment.
Yoongi smiled softly as the older man moved away. âItâs about time. We should go.â He muttered, nodding towards the stone steps which sat at the end of the driveway, leading to the property.
Jin nodded; his nerves still showing but under control as he began to walk. âTime to get hitched.â He joked with a crooked grin, making Yoongi laugh in reply.
***
The warm, tinkling sound of laughter filled the hall and Jungkook turned automatically towards the row of benches on the other side of the aisle, his gaze fixed on the young woman in the cerulean blue dress as she smiled at the woman beside her, clearly enjoying some private joke. Her hair was tied loosely over one shoulder; gentle waves cascading over her covered shoulder with a few strands collecting in the gentle, sloping crevice between her breasts. Even from this distance, he could envision the trio of small moles which adorned the space in the centre, just below the glimmer of the delicate diamond pendant she wore on a gold chain. The woman beside her, Taehyungâs girlfriend Cassandra, murmured something else in her ear which set her off again, throwing her head back in laughter. Jungkook didnât think he had ever seen her look so radiant; her fawn coloured skin dewy and glowy in the delicate light of the hall; the high-windows allowing the mid-afternoon sun to cascade through in bursts of beauty.
Namjoon followed the maknaeâs glare with a small frown. âIs everything okay?â He asked gently, snapping the younger man from his trance with a slight jump. Jungkook paused, eyes still lingering on his girlfriend. âItâs just been a whileâŠâ He trailed off for a second before gathering himself. âI havenât seen her smile like that since..â
Unable to finish, his shoulders drooped with sadness. Namjoonâs eyes moved from the maknae to the row of girls. Two seats down, his own girlfriend was sat in a plain black cocktail dress, the V-shaped back visible beneath her perfectly coiffed bun. She was murmuring something to Ara on her other side who sported a blonde French braid. He couldnât work out what was being said from this distance, but the younger womanâs mouth turned up in a sweet smile.
âAre things better between you two?â Namjoon asked, turning back to him.
Jungkook shrugged pathetically. âShe says weâre fine, but I feel like sheâs not telling me everythingâŠâ He thought for a second, his eyes doleful. âI really hurt her.â He admitted.
Namjoon was silent as he considered what he could possibly say to reassure him. While he did not know the salacious details, over the past few months it had become painfully obvious to the members that something bad had happened between Jungkook and Young-soon and it was not hard to speculate who was to blame. The hotel party had taken place almost a year before in a venue not dissimilar to the one they currently occupied, and in the weeks which followed, the maknaeâs behaviour had become increasingly apprehensive and cagey, particularly when the subject of his girlfriend came up. Namjoon had questioned both Hoseok and Yoongi on the matter and they had both refused to comment. Hoseok, he believed, knew next to nothing, but Yoongi had shifted awkwardly at Namjoonâs suggestion that the maknae had cheated. The period of curiosity had not lasted long for the leader. It was not long after that, the attention shifted from Jungkook to Yoongi when it became common knowledge that the older member had been secretly dating someone and that the woman in question had broken his heart. Over the upcoming months, Jungkook and Young-soon had started appearing together more and more often and, until that evening, it was not obvious to Namjoon that things were still so strained between them.
He sighed. âIt takes a while to earn back someoneâs trust. I donât think sheâd be here if she didnât want to be with you.â
Jungkook watched him closely as he spoke and tried to believe him. He looked back over to her, a few rows ahead, and felt his chest ache as she moved her ponytail from one shoulder to the other, playing with the ends a little. She was so beautiful and he didnât know what he would do if he was not given the chance to make her smile like that for him; to be the one to make her happy.
From the back of the room, Hoseok and Nana pushed through the double set of doors, cheeks red and a little clammy as they made their way down the central aisle to find their seats. They observed that the room was still only three-quarters full, with several of the guests clustered in the foyer in groups of three or fours, talking and sipping champagne and wine. They wondered whether Jin had arrived yet; they hadnât seen him in the foyer but thought it was likely he had gone straight upstairs to the guest rooms to get himself ready.
Hoseok smiled with a slight wave as they passed a man in his early thirties. His heavy, hooded eyes were friendly beneath his wavy black hair as he made his way towards the back of the hall.
âWhoâs that?â Nana asked curiously, not recognising him from breakfast when her boyfriend had introduced her to many of the guests.
âYoongiâs brother.â Hoseok replied, looking across the rows of heads for people he recognised. âHe arrived this afternoon with Yoongi from Daegu. He spent the weekend with his family.â He explained easily.
âOh.â Nana muttered as she spotted Cassandraâs familiar dyed red hair from one of the rows near the front. âHe looks quite different.â She commented as she pointed towards the group.
Hoseok shrugged indifferently, allowing Nana to go ahead in order to slide onto the seat next to Young-soon who budged her chair along to give them both space. âTheyâre quite close these days.â He said, perching on the end.
âWhat took you so long?â Ji-eun asked the couple, leaning over Cassandra to be heard.
Nana blushed, changing the topic. âI really like your dress.â
Ji-eun, not seeming to notice, smiled, smoothing the opaque fabric along her legs in a showy gesture. âNamjoon picked it for me.â She boasted, not unkindly and Young-soon, two seats down, glanced at the garment in approval.
âHeâs got good taste.â She commented, her voice tinged with mock-envy. âJungkook would have me wearing something pink and frilly.â She grinned.
âThat doesnât sound too bad.â Cassandra said from beside her. Her own dress was a floor-length royal purple number which stuck out among the guests. While it suited her, Young-soon could never see herself wearing something so eccentric.
The older woman shrugged easily. âThe colour washes me out.â She murmured truthfully, casting a hesitant glance at Hoseok who, while listening to the conversation, seemed slightly distracted. She briefly wondered whether he would tell Jungkook before deciding he wouldnât. She continued. âI have this one dress he keeps picking out for me every time we go outâŠI donât have the heart to tell him I hate it.â
âYou should just wear what feels comfortable,â Nana said from beside her, realising that while she had been insecure about her own dress upstairs in the hotel bedroom, none of the women had so much as cast an unfavourable glance at it.
Cassandra made a small grunt of agreement from her seat. âI hate wearing clothes.â She complained. âItâd be so much easier if everyone just went nude. A lot of problems would be solved.â
Nana smiled timidly, wondering if the younger woman was joking. She had only met her on a few brief occasions and was still trying to work out her off-beat sense of humour. Ara, knowing her better and sensing that she was being serious pressed on with a small smile. âLike what?â
Cassandra shrugged easily. âPeople wouldnât feel so insecure.â She thought for a moment, knowing the others were also contemplating this alternative reality. âTheyâd be a lot happier.â
The women all laughed and Hoseok slid off his chair, seeking somebody out. Nana watched him head towards the back of the room and leave through the door. Ara grinned. âI think Iâll keep mine on thanks.â
Ji-eun smirked. âGetting undressed is the best partâŠâ
Young-soon nodded in agreement as Cassandra turned to Namjoonâs girlfriend with a knowing smile. âAre you wearing the underwear you bought last week?â
The older woman nodded, raising her eyebrows. âYeah. It feels really goodâŠâ
âDoes he know?â Cassandra asked, voice low despite the fact Namjoon, several aisles behind and on the other side of the room, would not hear.
She shook her head cryptically. âI wanted it to be a surprise.â
Cassandra nodded, settling back down in her plush seat and addressing the entire row in a casual voice. âIâm going commando.â
The aisle erupted into a fit of laughter at her forwardness, including Nana who twisted towards her.
âNo panty-line?â She asked in a hushed voice.
The woman chuckled. âI just hope when they take pictures they donât use a flash.â
Young-soon grinned from beside her, adjusting her delicate pendant against the soft cushions of her breasts. âI doubt their parents will put that one in the family album.â
Another burst of hysterics ensued and it wasnât until an elderly relative from one side of the family shushed them that they stopped, biting their cheeks in an attempt to stay silent.
***
Hoseok rapped softly upon the wooden door with his knuckles and looked up from the colourful, thick pile carpet as it opened a few moments later. Yoongi stepped aside to allow him into the hotel room, the younger manâs eyes roaming over his black suit and tie favourably.
âI wondered where you were. Theyâre due to start in ten minutes.â Hoseok said quietly, closing the door behind them. Yoongi hovered by the minibar where an unopened bottle of champagne lay on top, the older man having taken it from the fridge before deciding better.
âI know.â Yoongi sighed. âI thought Iâd lost the ringsâŠâ The skittish sound of his voice made Hoseok frown; he knew Yoongi sometimes got nervous but was good at hiding it. Now, his anxiety seemed to be overspilling. The younger man took a step closer, keeping his voice low.
âDid you find them?â He asked, suddenly fearing the worst. There was a pause before he nodded and reached delicately into his breast pocket, feeling around for a second with his long digits before palming the items, showing him with his hand flat and outstretched. The pair of rings glistened in the bright artificial light of the room. His cheeks were stained pink and Hoseok wondered whether they had been in his pocket the entire time.
âThatâs good..â He smiled reassuringly. âAnd what about the speech?â
Yoongi shook his head. âI must have been over it a hundred times.â He slipped the rings back into the small pouch before pulling out a folded slip of paper, his gaze fixed dejectedly on it as though it might burst into flames at any moment. âItâs still not good enough.â
âDo you want me to look it over?â Hoseok asked. He had no doubt that the speech would be perfect; if anyone was good with words it was Min Yoongi, but the doleful look on his friendâs face told him he felt vanquished by the thing; suspecting the entire responsibility of Jinâs big day was resting on his shoulders. Yoongi hesitated before handing it over.
Hoseok carefully unfolded the paper and read in silence. It didnât surprise him to find it was only a page long; Yoongi was not one for dragging things out, but it somehow managed to say everything that needed to be said. Yoongiâs spindly writing was personal beyond words and Hoseok found his chest growing warm, eyes prickling as he read. He knew the eldest two members were close, but had never realised the extent of Yoongiâs admiration for his friend until today. He was likewise slightly taken aback to read the warmth in his feelings towards Min-seo; it was clear that beyond solely thinking of the pair as a good match, Yoongi believed she was a good person who deserved as much happiness as his friend. Hoseok swallowed, a rising lump caught in his throat as he meticulously refolded it and handed it back.
âItâs perfect.â Hoseok said, his voice almost a whisper. âJin chose well.â
Yoongi paused before speaking. âIâm still not sure why he chose me.â
It struck Hoseok that his friend was not simply being humble but felt genuinely confused about this. He shrugged. âWhy not? We couldnât have said it any better.â
Yoongi didnât reply, instead opting to pull at his tie a little, loosening its tight grasp from around his neck. There was a moment of silence before he asked: âHowâs Nana?â
Hoseok couldnât help but grin at the mention of his girlfriend, picturing her seated downstairs in her backless dress. âSheâs with the other girls, they seem to get on.â He paused, wondering. âDo you like her?â
Yoongiâs lips turned up at the corners. âOf course I do.â
Although he was unsure why it mattered so much, relief and warmth flooded through the younger man and he smiled in return, his cheeks growing pink as he looked bashfully at the floor. âIâm really glad.â He sighed breathily before looking up at his friend and seeing him, truly seeing him, for the first time that day. Although it was apparent Yoongi was happy for him, there seemed to be a slight change in the room at the mention of Nana; it was something in the older manâs posture and it took Hoseok a moment to realise what was wrong. He bit his lip lightly before pressing on. âI know today must be hard for you.â
Yoongi looked up, meeting his gaze. âWhy?â He frowned.
There was a moment of silence before Hoseok spoke. âJeong-sun.â He explained gently.
Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, his eyes growing dark in their sockets. âI canât dwell on it forever.â He eventually murmured, unconvincingly.
Hoseokâs eyebrows furrowed into his forehead, it hurt to see his friend like this. âItâs okayâŠâ He whispered.
âSheâs found someone else.â Yoongi said, trying to close the matter.
Hoseok thought for a second. âYou could too.â He said, not unkindly. Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but only shook his head sorrowfully.
âWhy not?â
The older manâs lip trembled, but only for a moment. âI just canâtâŠâ He explained, turning away to face the minibar. Hoseok wondered whether he was going to cry, but when he turned back a moment later his eyes were dry. âI proposed.â He revealed somberly.
Hoseok found himself uncharacteristically speechless for a few moments as he considered this. âI didnât know that.â He eventually said.
Yoongi shook his head, more to himself than Hoseok. âIt wasnât right.â He shrugged and Hoseok sensed that beneath the unhappiness in his voice there was an ounce of truth which hurt more.
âIâm sorry.â Hoseok said softly, meaning it as he said it. He had liked Jeong-sun, just as Yoongi claimed to like Nana, and understood the breakup must have been painful for them both.
Yoongi shook his head and sighed quietly to himself. âIt doesnât matter.â He turned to the door. âWe should be going now, Jin will be waiting.â
Hoseok nodded. âOkayâŠâ He headed into the long corridor and waited for Yoongi to lock his room with the electronic keycard. âAt least Donghyuk is behaving himself.â Hoseok smiled as they headed towards the elevator.
âI had a word with him.â Yoongi murmured, making the younger man grin.
âThatâll explain it.â
PART TWO
Jin looked in the mirror for the tenth time since arriving at the venue, smoothing the black fabric over his torso with a critical eye. He had liked the suit when he tried it on with Yoongi in the tailors several weeks before, but now he wasnât so sure. A loud knock at the door brought his attention away from his dissatisfactory reflection to the visitor on the other side. He instantly recognised Min-seoâs older sister hovering tensely; the hem of her peach, bridesmaid dress just missing the floor by a few centimeters. Behind her, his fianceâs closest friend, Tae-yeon, was standing awkwardly, her dress identical. He looked from one face to the other, sensing something was wrong.
âShe started crying a few minutes agoâŠâ The sister, Hyo-yeon, explained, biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jin asked with concern as he followed the pair down the long corridor and up the flight of stairs to the next floor.
âSomething about her dressâŠâ Tae-yeon called after Jin as he overtook them both, making a beeline for the presidential suite at the end of the hallway.
Hyo-yeon sighed heavily as they reached the room. âHer makeup is ruined.â She tutted.
The younger woman managed to catch up, slightly out of breath. âSheâs locked herself in.â She said.
Jin frowned worriedly and wasted no time in knocking on the floor. âMin-seo?â He called loudly. âCan I come in?â
There was a long pause before he heard a sob somewhere on the other side, instantly recognisable. âIâll be fine in a momentâŠâ Min-seo said weakly, her voice revealing to him she was not.
As though echoing his thoughts, Hyo-yeon silently mouthed: âSheâs not okay!â and Jin nodded in reply.
He knocked again, a little gentler this time. âPlease?â He asked, voice soft as he moved against the door.
Min-seo hesitated. âItâs bad luck.â
Jin heard a loud, fed-up sigh beside him and felt a pang of annoyance on top of his fear. âThe makeup artist has already leftâŠâ Min-seoâs sister complained and the older man couldnât help but feel her priorities were shockingly misplaced. Jin simply nodded at her, showing he understood her worry but hoping she would stay quiet and not make things any worse. Tae-yeon behind them remained silent.
âMin-seo?â Jin called again, pressing his lips against the small crack down the side of the door. âI wouldnât care if you got married in a sack.â He argued softly.
There was another pause. âI might have toâŠâ Her voice sounded louder, as though she had moved closer to the door which separated them. Jin thought that a good start at least.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked, being answered only by another sob. âPlease let me in.â He pleaded, holding his hands firmly against the wood. âWhatever it is, we can fix it!â
âSheâs due down in two minutes! I need to tell the registrar!â Hyo-yeon fussed.
Jin turned to her, his expression softening as he realised she only wanted the best for her sister. He nodded. âOkay.â
The two women quickly turned and headed back down the hall, leaving him alone. He turned back to the barrier which seperated him from his wife to be, feeling his chest ache. âItâs just me now. Can I come in?â He asked.
âI look a messâŠâ Her voice came clear from the other side of the door and he knew that, like him, she was pressed against it.
âMe too.â He said warmly, the ghost of a joke in his voice.
âI doubt it.â She sighed.
Jin thought he sensed her calming down and felt hopeful that this would all turn out okay. He tried to smile. âCome and see for yourselfâŠâ
There was a long silence before Jin heard the lock click and he stood back as it slowly opened. His eyes trailed automatically to the flash of white against her body and he felt his heart leap at seeing her in the dress for the first time. Until now he had been unable to picture it; the thought of finally getting married to the love of his life had seemed so surreal on the windy, autumn day he had proposed the previous year and he couldnât believe the day had finally arrived.
She looked beautiful and, feeling bashful, he couldnât help but joke as he held out his palms and scrunched up his face momentarily as though in horror at the sight of her. She didnât have time to register his antic before he swept her body in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest and inhaling the sweet, cherry-blossom scent of her skin. He felt her relax into him and his palms found her bare upper arms, his digits wrapping around them gently.
âSo whatâs wrong?â He finally asked, pulling away to properly look at her. He could see that her sister had been right; that her mascara had started to run down her otherwise pale cheeks. If his suit had been white, he supposed he would now be streaky with the stuff. He closed the door behind them.
She blinked before taking a step back so he could see her dress. It was a strapless, floor-length number with an hour-glass shape. The bodice was embroidered with small, delicate clear stones and beads, matching the twinkle in her crystal headband. Her dark hair had been tied back in an elegant bun, a few strands of curled locks framing her wet cheeks. It took Jin a moment to see what was wrong and Min-seoâs lip trembled as she reached underneath her right armpit to where the dress zipped up, pinching the inches of spare fabric between her thumb and forefinger.
âLook!â  She cried, twisting awkwardly in an attempt to see the problem for herself. âI havenât tried it on since I bought it. I hadnât realised Iâd lost so much weightâŠâ She explained weakly.
Jin frowned, his eye suddenly drawn to her upper arms which were bonier than they once had been. âHave you been dieting?â He asked.
She shook her head and wandered over to the king size bed, sitting down on the decorative white sheets. âNo. Not on purpose.â
Jin sat beside her and gazed at the bodice; she would have only needed the next size down but the style was designed to fit snugly around her bust, allowing her to forego a bra. Now she was sitting down, he could see the way the fabric billowed around her chest, displaying the tops of her breasts. He could easily see the danger, if she wore it for too long, of the fabric slipping down.
âIâve just not had much of an appetite these days.â Min-seo continued dolefully.
âI know youâve been stressed a lot.â He said quietly, although he had to admit this was the first time he had released the extent of her worry and he felt his heart sink. He should have noticed sooner that she was not eating.
Her hands moved to her wet cheeks. âWhat am I going to do?â She sighed, palming her face in shame. âI canât believe I didnât try it on beforeâŠâ
âYouâve had other things to worry about.â He argued gently.
Her bare shoulders heaved. âI didnât know planning a wedding was so complicated.â She lamented.
His chest panged once again. It didnât feel fair that what should have been the happiest day of her life had caused her so much anxiety in recent weeks. He shook his head to himself, his voice full of shame. âI should have realised you were feeling that way. Itâs not your job to worry.â
Min-seo reached for his hand and slipped her fingers between his reassuringly. Her hand was soft and warm, giving off the faintest scent of powdered roses from the hotel handwash as she moved it to her covered lap. âI didnât want you to be worried too.â She ran her thumb over his knuckle. âI didnât want you to think I didnât want to do thisâŠItâs cost your parents so much money.â
He frowned. âItâs not about money.â
âI know.â She sighed gently. âI still feel badâŠâ Her voice was soft but Jin couldnât help but worry. For the first time since his proposal in the park six months before, he wondered whether he had rushed into things. Whether she felt the wedding was too soon. There had been a solid, genuine reason for him wanting to do it before the end of summer; if they didnât do it now they would have to wait almost two years. But, either way, he would have rather held it off than made the love of his life feel this way.
He turned to her, his covered leg snug against her dress. âWe donât have to do this today if you donât want to.â
It took a few moments for her to understand his offer and she looked apprehensive. âEveryoneâs waiting for us.â
Jin grinned. âI could start the fire alarm.â He quipped making her laugh for the first time that afternoon. The sweet sound filled the warm room, making his heart rate increase pleasantly. Â
âYou donât have to do that.â She grinned, moving his hand to her lips and placing a soft kiss on his knuckle. âI want to marry you today.â She sighed. âI just wish this dress fit.â
There was a pause and Jin stood up, putting on his best practical voice. âLetâs have a look.â
She got to her feet, dropping his hand as she reached beneath her arm and held the excess fabric away from her body. Jin could see there were a couple of inches spare; if it werenât for the dress fitting relatively well around her wide hips, it would have fallen to the floor at the change in her movement, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
She gestured towards the decorative cream-coloured desk by the window. âI think thereâs a sewing kit in the draw.â
Jin grinned, moving away from her to open it. âI got an A in Home Economics.â He rummaged past a few spare miniature bottles of shampoo and conditioner to find the small kit; several spools of cotton and different lengths of needles were represented alongside a handful of metal safety pins. Jin eyed these hopefully, pulling them from the bag. âWe might not have to sew it.â He said, holding them up. Min-seo smiled in reply as he adjusted the fabric beside the zipper, folding it neatly before pinning it in several places.
âYou canât really seeâŠâ Jin said, attaching the last one. Min-seo turned to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room to look, seeing that he was right. So long as she did not draw attention to it by raising her arms, the adjustments were not noticeable from a distance and, more importantly, the pins prevented the dress from sliding off her bust. âItâs just for an hour or two. We could get somebody to properly look at it later.â Jin suggested, just as a knock at the door came. Hyo-yeon eyed Min-seoâs dress as she entered the room. Â
âI found a makeup artist downstairs.â The older woman explained. âThey could be up in just a minute.â
When Min-seo didnât answer, Jin turned to her, cupping her face gently in his soft palm. âWhat do you want to do?â
Her eyes flickered from her boyfriend to her sister. She smiled and her entire face seemed to light up. âIâll see you down there.â She promised, leaning forwards and placing a gentle peck on Jinâs lips.
He smiled against her as he returned the kiss chastely. Pulling away, he brushed her cheekbone with his thumb. âI love you.â
***
The ceremony had been delayed for twenty minutes and the atmosphere downstairs had started to grow understandably tense and disorderly. The sight of Min-seoâs bridesmaids rushing down the aisle ten minutes before to whisper to the confused registrar caused a wave of commotion among the guests seated near the front; the coupleâs parents clearly agitated. Yoongi shuffled awkwardly on his seat as the brideâs father mouthed a question to his oldest daughter. Hyo-yeon simply shrugged before disappearing back down the aisle.
The other members had taken their correct seats on the aisle behind their girlfriends.
âWhatâs taking them so long?â Jimin asked Namjoon as he twisted his body towards the back of the room, clutching the back of his chair.
âMaybe she got cold feet.â Taehyung suggested on his other side, much to the annoyance of the leader.
âSheâs probably just nervous.â Namjoon said as the maknae leaned forward in his chair. Young-soon was seated directly in front of him and, from his position, he could see that the delicate gold chain of the necklace she wore had come unclasped at the back; the gold hook dislodged from the adjustable hoops. He reached forward and gently tapped her on the shoulder.
âWhat?â She asked quietly, keeping her voice hushed as she slowly turned around,
âYour necklace is coming loose.â Jungkook explained, pointing in the direction of the little diamond which rested beautifully between her breasts.
Her hand moved to the chain, giving it a cautionary tug and seeing he was right when it slid off her neck. She smiled a little flusteredly and handed him the chain, turning to face the front of the room and moving her hair from the back of her neck to give him access as he gently clasped it for her. His hands paused lightly on her skin, lingering tenderly for a moment. He wondered whether she would pull away and was relieved when she didnât.
âThank you.â She smiled, turning back to flash him a grateful smile. The necklace had been a gift from her father on her 21st birthday.
âYouâre welcome.â He whispered as the room fell silent at the sound of the heavy back doors opening. Jin entered the room a little bunglingly, sensing the awkward atmosphere among the worried and confused guests. Yoongi got to his feet to greet him as the elderly registrar fumbled with his collar, a little relieved.
The younger man placed his hand on Jinâs shoulder, turning him away from the onlooking eyes. âIs she coming?â He whispered.
Jin nodded and Yoongi sighed in relief as the older man walked confidently over to the registrar, cupping his hand over the manâs ear as he murmured an explanation. The doors at the back opened once more and the audience turned excitedly in their chairs as the men at the front took their places. The pianist started the bridal march cheerfully and there was a clumsy pause among the guests as the doorway stood empty.
Cassandra turned to Ji-eun in her seat. âIs she coming?â She asked nervously.
The older woman did not have time to reply; Min-seoâs petite frame became visible in the otherwise dark doorway and an audible gasp rose through the audience as she walked into the room.
Nana turned to Ara, smiling gleefully. âShe looks so beautiful!â She commented and the young woman beside her nodded in response.
The two bridesmaids followed Min-seo gracefully, the trio seeming to float along the aisle in their floor-length gowns. From the front of the room, Jin stepped forward, unable to stop himself beaming at the sight of her. She had foregone the traditional bridal veil and, as she moved closer, he could see her features were bare and glowing. She had clearly opted to forego the help of the makeup artist and Jin felt proud of her; she didnât need the mascara or smoky eyeshadow; her natural beauty could not be enhanced in his eyes. Min-seo could not keep her eyes off Jin as she moved closer; reaching out her hands as she met him. He took them in his, turning inwards to face her. Her smile was delicate and beautiful.
âDo I look okay?â She whispered.
Jin raised his hand to her cheek, his dark eyes never straying from hers. He nodded, his stomach filling with butterflies. He barely heard the low boom of the registrarâs voice as the elderly man stepped forward, beginning the vows. It was like no one else was in the room but her. Jin repeated after the man at his turn and she repeated the vows back. They had opted to keep things traditional with only a few variations; Jin didnât think he had the talent to do any justice in explaining his feelings towards Min-seo anymore than he had already told her during their two years together.
They finally broke apart at the cue for the exchanging of rings and Yoongi stepped forward. Min-seo flashed him a thankful smile as he pulled the gold bands from his top pocket; hers slightly thinner and with a faint, floral pattern etched on the surface of the metal. She held out her hand, suddenly fearful at the last moment that, like her dress, it would be loose on her fourth finger. Clasping the end of her hand gently to keep her from trembling, Jin slid it on easily and she was relieved to find it was a perfect fit. She repeated the motion, unable to help herself giggling a little as she manoeuvered the band over his knuckle, the action novel.
The room erupted with applause and, for the first time since the start of the ceremony, Jin looked into the crowd, observing the proud smiles on many faces. He thought he spotted some of his bandmates in tears but his inspection was quickly interrupted by the registrarâs permission that he may finally kiss the bride. Min-seoâs lips were warm and gentle against his as he pressed into her smile, opening his mouth a little to capture her lips between his. There was the unmistakable taste of salt on her skin and, when he broke away, he could see she had started to cry once more, this time in happiness. Her grin remained and he reached out to brush her cheek with his thumb, chasing the tears as they fell.
PART THREE
Jin sipped his flute of champagne slowly as he shook countless numbers of hands. He spied Min-seo from across the room, chatting away to Nana and Hoseok and wondered whether her wrist was just as sore at his. Donghyuk stepped forward just as Do-Hyeong left and grasped his hand before he had chance to offer it.
âYou did really well up there!â The younger man smiled, his voice both surprisingly genuine and sober. He had been seated near the back of the room with the companyâs producers, makeup artists and stylists. Jin nodded with a smile, placing his hand gratefully on his shoulder.
âThanks for coming.â
Across the dancefloor, which remained empty save the few children in attendance who skidded across the polished surface on their knees to the upbeat bop of an old Bigbang song, Young-soon handed Jungkook a bubbly glass of champagne, sipping her own with an approving sigh.
âAre you still crying?â She smirked, observing the puffy redness of his eyes.
He smiled shyly. âI canât help it.â He admitted. He had been set off both during the ceremony and later, during the speeches.
The sincerity of his reply made her chest ache and she couldnât help but reach for his hand with her spare. âI hope you donât cry this much at our weddingâŠyouâll set me off.â She mocked, taking another sip.
Jungkook glanced at her, their cheeks both stained a matching pink at her confession; he didnât know whether it was the alcohol she had consumed or the fact that the wedding had been beautiful, but his girlfriend seemed to glow with joy. He felt his stomach lurch pleasantly at the thought of one day marrying her. It had taken months for him to earn back her affection following his moment of stupidity and weakness, but her words gave him hope that things could be repaired.
He smiled gently, a little stunned. âIâll try.â
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his smooth cheek, the sweet blend of bergamot, orchid and rose drifting pleasantly from where she had dabbed a couple of drops of perfume on her collarbones and behind her ears.
Behind the couple, Min-seo weaved her way through the clusters of guests, clutching a glass of water she had gotten from the open bar. The alcohol she had drunk at dinner and during the speeches had made her feel a little lightheaded, an after effect of the unusual day, and she wanted to be able to enjoy the after-party as much as possible. She jumped apologetically, clutching her drink tightly as she bumped against a male figure.
She tucked the edge of her dress towards her. âOh! Sorry Yoongi.â She smiled shyly. âMy dress is a bit puffy.â
The older man shook his head gently in reply, his eyes soft. âItâs okay.â He cast her a quick glance. âYou look really beautiful.â He affirmed.
Min-seo couldnât help but blush and reached for his hand, taking it gently in hers; it was cold but soft; she could feel the outlines of his veins and bones beneath her fingers but it felt good to show him how grateful she was for all he had done. âThanks.â She said. âIâm glad I went without makeupâŠyour speech was really emotional.â She paused, appreciating the little tug of his lips as he smiled. âI can tell how much he means to you. I felt relieved when he told me heâd asked you to be his best man.â
He shrugged humbly, a little embarrassed. âI did my best.â
The pair looked up as the pop music blaring through the speakers abruptly stopped. The DJ, who had been chosen specifically by Jin to avoid arguments among the several guests who had wanted to perform at the reception, took to the small stage at the far end of the hall, microphone in hand. He cleared his throat a couple of times before requesting that the new bride and groom take to the dancefloor.
Min-seo turned to Yoongi, flustered. âOh, thatâs me!â She beamed, a little surprised at her new title. The older man waved her off as she slipped through the sea of people, placing her glass of water on one of the tables as she dashed towards the dance floor, holding up her dress with one hand.
Jin, on the other side of the room, did the same and they met in the middle, coming together gracefully as a slow ballad started. Min-seo hooked her arms gently around the back of his neck as they swayed together, his hands on her hips rocking her from side to side. They could feel the gazes of the audience on them as the guests circled the dance floor, trying to get the best view. The children at the front looked up in awe as Min-seo and Jin looked softly at each other, him pressing his lips against her hair and whispering in her ear. She grinned as he pulled away and touched her lips to his.
Yoongi found a seat at the edge of the room and settled down, watching the dance as he slowly sipped a glass of single malt scotch. He felt surprisingly content, recognising how special the day had been and proud of himself for not messing up.
The DJ, mid-way through the song, invited any couples who wished to join in onto the dance floor and the newlyweds became lost in the deluge. Namjoon and Ji-eun along with Nana and Hoseok were the first to join in, settling closely against one another as they danced slowly. Seconds later, Jimin and Ara found each other and joined in at the edges of the crowded floor, where a cluster of children attempted to join in.
Young-soon turned to Jungkook. âDo you want to?â She asked, nodding towards the dance floor. Jungkook grinned toothily in reply, taking her hand in his and leading her to a gap in the crowd. He touched her waist, his other hand finding itself in the wavy strands at the end of her loose ponytail, fingering the locks gently.
She smiled, looking him in the eye. âI really love you.â She whispered, her voice steady and sincere.
Jungkook felt his heart leap and he was forced to steady his hand as he brushed her hair away from her face. They moved forward in unison, their lips meeting earnestly as they held each other. He tilted her chin upwards with his finger gently as he captured her mouth over and over again, taking in her sweet, familiar taste and scent. He could feel the emotion in her lips and felt his eyes grow itchy with tears once more; it had been so long since things had felt like this between them.
âI love you too.â He murmured against her lips, slowly pulling away as the song ended. He could feel his stomach growing light and giddy with butterflies.
She nodded, reaching towards his forehead to brush his slightly wavy hair with the ends of her nails. âIâm really glad we metâŠâ She confessed. âIâm glad Iâve got you.â
He paused, considering her words. He didnât think he had ever felt so in love with her. âYou always will.â He whispered, capturing her lips once more.
Yoongi took another sip of whisky, watching the couples casually from his position on the sofa. He fought the instinct to go outside the French patio doors for a cigarette, knowing it would do no good. He glanced around the venue, his gaze pausing for a moment on Jungkook and Young-soon, locked in a tight embrace. He felt happy for them, knowing how hard the past year had been between them.Â
He took a final sip, finishing the shot and his eyes met with those of a solitary woman sat on her own a couple of tables down from him. She was a couple of years older than him at a guess and not unattractive. He hesitated, considering the possibility for a moment, before turning away. It was not unusual for singles to feel insecure at weddings but, in hindsight, he didnât think a quick fuck would make him feel any better.
Min-seo and Jin broke apart as the slow ballad made way for an Ed Sheeran pop song. Many of the couples stayed on the dance floor but Min-seo, thirsty for the discarded glass of water, made a beeline for the tables and drank the glass dry in four or five long gulps, feeling parched. She smiled, regarding the sea of couples and hoping that they were all as happy as she and Jin were tonight. One lone figure, however, caught her eye and she felt her stomach tug in sympathy. She had only met his ex on two occasions but it was enough for her to know how much he had loved her. She wondered whether he was thinking of her and whether her day of joy was inadvertently reminding him of what he no longer had. She trailed over to him, picking up the ends of her dress to avoid getting her heels caught in the hem. Her friend seemed lost in thought and she coughed politely to catch his attention.
She smiled as he looked up, meeting her gaze. âYoongi?â She asked gently, offering her hand. âDo you want to dance?â
***
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I was tagged by @fizzylicioussâ đ„° Thank you for including me in this!
When did you first get into BTS? Mid 2015, so around the middle of INU/Dope era. Never looked back since.
Why or/and how did you get into BTS: So uhhh I was watching a react video of Kpop (I donât even know why when I was never a hardcore fan of it. I would occasionally listen to Big Bang, Hyuna and BoA only because I had a friend really into it) and the boys came up and one look at Kim Seokjinâs beautiful smile had me hooked lkajfaf For real tho, idk why, but their music just really stood out to me.
First BTS song:Â Dope/INU. Honestly....forever in my heart as one of my fav eraâs.Â
Favorite BTS song:Â .... :( I donât like this question. I basically love all their songs and some I just love a little less lakdjlkaf But my current fav songs off the MOTS 7 album are Filter, Louder Than Bombs, Black Swan and UGH! Of all time? Top 5 are BS&T, DDAENG, Mic Drop, Silver Spoon and Run.
First official comeback:Â Dope, kind of, but Run was my first complete comeback that solidified my nails in the coffin. â°ïž
Favorite era: I like this question leSS. Uhhh...between Wings and The Most Beautiful Moment In Life Pt. 2! I really love the whole story vibe they had going on and the endless theories. Its what got me into them the most.
Bias:Â Whats a bias? laknflkaf Jin was my first bias (forever a Jin stan), but Namjoon bias wrecked me to hell and claimed the bias spot. đ
Bias wrecker(s): Jimin, Kookie and Hobi constantly test my patience all the damn time đ©(Tae and Yoongi keep me level headed believe it or not)
First BTS concert:Â 2017 BTS Live Trilogy! Ommggg seeing the album Wings come to life will always be a special memory for me. This was at the time before the boys got ridiculously huge and the Honda Center seemed so small compared to the Rose Bowl, even the Staples Center! Admin RD and I had front row seats and let me tell you...the floor had no chairs (the fans were standing) and honestly the stage was at most 15 steps away from us. They were close regardless of not having floor seats!
Do you own any mercy: ....basing this off of Fizzyâs response Iâm assuming this means merch and not Mercy from OW?đ Iâm old But anyway, I do! I have the army bomb vers 2 & 3, along with their albums from Wings up until MOTS 7 (Admin RD bought most of these for us) and some BT21 stuff that I got and some that Admin RD bought for me đ Sheâs my sugar mamađ Â
What member would you say you are most like? Hmmm....a mix between Yoongi and Namjoon.
Favorite BTS lyrics: âI want to tell you, that darkness exists everywhere, don't be afraid of it. Whatever night may swallow me, I won't give upâ and also â In the end, we reached the mirage and it became our reality. The scary desert became the ocean with our blood, sweat and tears, But why is there this fear in between the happiness? Because we know too well that this place is really a desertâ
Favorite Music video:Â Iâm a hoe for nostalgia, so I Need U the original MV is it for me. Despite them not having the biggest budget back then, that MV drew me into the story line they had. Plus Taehyungâs acting in the scene where he kills his father? Unmatched.
1 thing you love about bts:Â Only one?? Nada mas uno??? Uhhh...honestly its their determination and their passion to just never give up on their goals and dreams despite the hardships. They truly rose to the top with their blood, sweat and tears and still stayed humble. Thatâs not something you see often.
And to finish off wholesomely, do you have a favorite bts group photo, if so share it here (if not, what is your fav concept photoshoot and share picture: How can I possibly choose??? But here you goÂ
The sheer chaos of it all.....I love it.
Anyways, thank you again @fizzylicioussâ for tagging me in this, it was nice looking back on some of the memories :â)Â Â
Iâm just gonna tag @hadskyeâ @joonsrackâ @kingsuckjinâ and anyone else who wants to do this! ^^
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