#my friends were crying more than me. I was about to walk home thirty mins until I broke down when they were out of sight

[xerayn]

Shout out to that one time I got into a fight aged 13 in town because a bitch threatened to push us into the water beside us just because one of my friends were cosplaying🥰 I am petrified of water🥰 I was frightened for my life cause I knew she would do it🥰 but oh well🥰

And when the two people broke up the fight they only gave me (already bitten and bleeding) a leaflet on how to believe in God and punishing me for fighting basically 🥰

I have so much violence contained within me🥰

[krreader]

BTS reacting to you not wanting to let your child go on their first day of school.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff word count: 1.9k+

a/n: heeey my love, thanks so much for the request, I hope you like it ♥

kim seokjin

“Your first lunchbox ever,” Seokjin beamed from ear to ear as he handed his daughter the launch box that he had carefully prepared, with all sorts of snacks that he knew she loved.

“Thank you, daddy!” she was so excited that she was about to jump up and down... if it hadn't been for the party pooper in the room.

You.

“It's not enough, don't you think?” you grabbed it out of her hand and handed it back to your husband, “Why don't you make some more?”

“But.. I won't have time to make any more. School starts in thirty minutes, to make another one of these..-” but then Seokjin stopped talking when he saw you pull your daughter into your arms and place a kiss on top of her head.

This wasn't about the food, this was about you not wanting to send her off. This was about you wanting to keep her here for a little while longer, because you just couldn’t see your baby grow up so fast.

No, this had to be handled like pulling off a band aid.

Quickly.

“Alright, you two, you can literally cuddle in four hours again when school ends,” your husband took off the apron and shoved the lunchbox into your daughter's backpack, then he picked her up and carried your laughing daughter out of the apartment, “Off to school we go.”

He did it the right way. You wouldn’t have let her go otherwise.

min yoongi

“Wait,” when your daughter wanted to dash inside, you quickly knelt down before her and pulled her into a tight hug, “I love you so much, princess. You know that, don't you?”

“Yeah,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

If it hadn't been for Yoongi, you wouldn't have let her go this quickly. He was the one that gently pulled her out of your embrace and sent her off with a kiss on her forehead.

And as you were getting up, your husband said: “I know how worried you are. Will she be okay? Will she do good? Will classmates be nice to her?” Yoongi wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you close, smiling at your daughter as she waved to the both of you before disappearing inside the school building, “Let me remind you of what happened the last time someone thought they could wrong our daughter.”

How could you forget the girl that tormented your child for months, only for your baby girl to come home crying her eyes out one day because she couldn't take it anymore. You went to her mother the next day for a little chat, but that woman was so nonchalant about it.

“Let the children handle this on their own,” is what she had said.

But your husband had disagreed.

Let's just say... her mother had to look for a new job relatively soon after.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you leaned into him.

jung hoseok

Sending a child off to their first day of school was always hard. And you had made the mistake of, instead of thinking of all the positive things that could happen to him at school, you thought of all the bad things.

You hadn't even slept an hour last night. Overthinking as well as your newborn wanting to be fed again and again made you the tired and anxious self that you were now, as you were standing in front of the school with your son.

“You promise you'll tell us when other kids are mean to you, alright?”

“Stop scaring the boy,” Hoseok said as he shook his head, then knelt down in front of your son, “Don't worry. You'll find lots of friends and have a great time.”

“But.. what if..-” if you hadn't been holding the baby, Hoseok would have pinched your leg right then and there. But a dirty look shut you up just as well.

“I'll promise, mom,” you couldn't get more assurance than this and you unfortunately couldn't keep him any longer.

All you could do was watch him run inside to start a new chapter of his life.

“I know you don't want me to tell you this, but he's growing up,” your husband said, a lot softer now than the look he had given you before, “He'll be fine, though. We'll be there to support him no matter what happens.”

Guess you had to be okay with that.

kim namjoon

“Ah, you must be the famous Kim Seojun that I've been hearing about so much,” the teacher knelt down to be on an equal level with your son and grinned brightly, “Welcome to school, young man.”

“Thank you,” your son was a little shy, but you had raised him so well that he still bowed properly.

“Well, why don't you go inside then? There's already a few of your classmates in there getting to know each other.”

And see, Seojun would have done so in an instant. Because despite being wary of adults – thank god for that – when it came down to other children his age, he was the complete opposite.

It was you that tightened her grip on his shoulders that made him look up at you in confusion.

Your husband let out a chuckle and put his hand on your lower back, “It's okay, Seojun. Go inside. We'll pick you up once school is over, alright?” Namjoon placed his other hand on yours, squeezing a little for you to let go of your son.

You did so. With a lot of hesitation and worry as you watched your son run inside the classroom, the teacher following with a smile.

“Are you sure this is a good fit for him?” you suddenly asked as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous, “The teacher.. doesn't he seem a little sketchy?”

“What?” Namjoon let out a snort, “He was perfectly normal and kind. And besides, we've spent months trying to find a good school for him and you loved this one the most.”

“Well, okay, but how about a different class? We haven't met all the teachers yet, right? Maybe... maybe there's someone else that could be..-”

Your husband turned to you and cupped your face in his hands with a small smile, “I know you're worried about him and as his mother, you have every right to be. But you don't have to be. We made sure that this is the right place for him to be. The teacher is great, the school is great and our son will be happy here. And if not, then we can still discuss other options. For now..-” Namjoon turned his head and waited for you to do the same. And when you saw your boy already sitting next to another boy his age, chatting happily, you let out a relieved breath, “let him be.”

It was hard.. extremely so. But your husband was always very rational, in every single situation in life. But even more so when it came down to your children. So you trusted him that Seojun would be okay.

park jimin

As soon as you entered the hallway and were face to face with the other parents, the whispering started.

“Oh my god.. isn't that Park Jimin? Former BTS member?”

“His son is in my daughter's class? Oh, how lucky she is. I hope he'll like her.”

“Wow, he's still so handsome. How lucky his wife must feel to be with him.”

It made you stop and, therefore, also stop your son from walking any further, since you were holding his hand.

“(Y/N),” Jimin whispered, not wanting you to cause a scene here.

“Maybe this wasn't the right decision after all,” you took a deep breath and looked down to your son, seemingly already ready to tell him that you'd take him back home, but then the teacher beat you to it.

“Ah, there you finally are. We've all been waiting for you,” the teacher quickly introduced herself, first to you two, then to your son, before she addressed you again, “I know that you must be worried. But your son isn't the only child of a celebrity in our class. We actually have 5 more, so he won't feel like an outsider.”

“See, I told you this was the right fit.”

But it was your son that convinced you like you needed to be convinced, “I'm going to be alright, mommy,” he said with a bright smile that made his eyes disappear just like those of his father when he smiled, “I'm a cool guy after all, right?”

That made all three of you laugh.

If he was so confident then maybe... you could be too.

kim taehyung

Nobody at this school knew that Taehyung was your son's father. You had tried to keep this a secret for his sake, so that he wouldn't get any unwanted attention, advantages or disadvantages.

So instead of walking him into the school building like all the other parents, the three of you were sitting in the car together.

“I'll get going now,” but when your son wanted to open the door, he couldn't, not even after trying multiple times, “Uh.. mom?”

Your hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that they could see your knuckles.

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows at that and turned around to look at why his son didn't get out. Seemed like the door was locked.

“(Y/N). Open the door.”

But you didn't say a word. In fact, you were glancing down to the engine and were seriously contemplating of just driving off with them again.

Home schooling was a thing, right? Nothing could happen to him there.

“Hey, what are you guys doing in there?!” the one that saved the day was actually Jimin. He knocked on the window, all three of you now looking at him, “Jungsik, come out, Haneul wants to go inside with you.”

The name of his best friend, the one that was in the same boat as your son, made you relax just enough for you to unlock the car. After that, you had no other choice but to let him go with a heavy heart.

It was only on your way home that your husband dared to ask.

“You okay?”

“Not really... but I think that's normal.”

Taehyung put his hand on your thigh and smiled, “It is.”

jeon jeongguk

You were so glad that Jeongguk had convinced his hyungs not to come today.

It would have been majorly embarrassing for everyone to see you on your knees holding your daughter, while you were sobbing your eyes out, just because you didn't want to let her go.

She was fine, she didn't cry at all, she was in fact so excited for this, that she barely shut her eyes last night. Right now, she was more worried about you, shooting her father an: “I need help with her,” look.

Jeongguk let out a heavy sigh and carefully pulled you away, “Alright then, I think that's enough,” then he whispered to his daughter, “Run, quickly, I got her.”

This might have been very mean, but he knew he had to do this. Otherwise you would have held her for the entire school day and she would have let you do so because she felt extremely bad for you.

“Oh god, she's growing up,” you sobbed into his chest.

“That's what kids do, babe,” your husband kissed your temple, “They become adults eventually.”

Maybe the wrong word choice, because that only made you sob harder.

[rdnw]

Recap (day 7-day 10)

Saturday (day 7)

After the drone show was a mess. I could not find a taxi and then had to walk home for 1.5 hrs 💀. I was stressed but at least I made it home. Getting lost/walking around is the best way to getting to know the area though. You couldn’t tell me that at the time though, I was convinced I’d be sleeping in the streets or paying for a hotel lool I was stressed. All that fir a 10 minute show too, I was so annoyed with myself.

Sunday (day 8)

I ordered food! And it came to the right address! It took me like 3 hours because I wanted to be sure I was doing it right because it would suck for the delivery driver to call me and be on the phone with someone who cannot communicate well . There’s a local service (i think it’s literally 1 girl tbh she’s the best ) that orders food for foreigners with a $3 fee but they were offline so I had to struggle lool. I started watching friends on Netflix, im not a tv show person but I think being alone forces me to watch them so I feel less alone. I get easily scared now too so I can’t watch any thriller, suspense, horror stuff like I used to.

Monday (day 9)

I went to the bank Monday, it was a thirty minute walk (idk whats with the local apps but they lieeeee it was supposed to be a 15 minute walk). The banks are open from 10-4 on weekdays so I can only head over on Monday because I have less classes. they told me to come back though so that’s for next Monday again. I walked 30 minutes there then 30 minutes back to work. It was lightly drizzling on the walk back and a store was playing sad music on their outdoor speakers. It made me laugh a lot, it felt fitting lmaooo. Then after work I went to a recommended electronics store to get a router for internet. When I finally got there they told me they didn’t sell any 💀..again the place was walking distance 😭 but I got lost and the apps lieee (this is the exact point where I was certain the local map app wanted me to be usain bolt or something) so I was wandering for 1.5 hrs (2.5 hrs were spent walking yesterday)

Tuesday (day 10)

I cried this morning, and could only do it for like 10 mins before work, my mom said I sounded sick and that made me sad because I don’t want her worrying about me . I told myself I could cry more when I got home but like what happened last week I didn’t need to cry when I got home. I felt better. Sometimes this makes me feel like a child crying because they don’t want to go to school. But it also makes me think I overthink my days way too much, it’s all okay. I’ve done this before and have experience. I don’t suck and I’ve only completed my first full week today. I need the confidence and ego of a white man in times like these. I would wake up at 3am to prepare for my lessons for 9am last week. And I still felt like I wasnt doing enough, that’s not healthy or okay. I’m fine , I’m more than fine. I’m good enough and I can definitely do this :).

[stayforya]

SPRING DAY | MIN YOONGI

member: min yoongi

genre: soulmate!au

words: 7.9k

summary: from the moment you said hello to the moment you teared apart, from winter to spring – you never stopped thinking about each other, not even a day.

a/n: every time I listen to spring day, I can imagine many scenarios and this is one of them. long time friends/lovers who keep meeting again because life doesn't seem to want them apart.

spring, 5 years ago

spring is one of the most beautiful seasons. after a long, cold and monochromatic winter, the flowers start to bloom, the trees become green again and the fresh air and bright sun breathes life into people’s faces. you were going through a good moment – finally started college, met new people, got into a whole new world. even though you weren’t very good at starting things over, the challenging feeling would always be worth it in the end and you were quite excited about the unknown this time. the idea of ​​how unexpected life is and how the little moments of today can become decisive in the future has given you a sense of "destined to be". the random person you partnered with for an assignment in the first few weeks of school was now your best partner, for instance. 

later that day, you finished everything you had to do. in the front courtyard of the university, the cherry blossoms were blooming and some petals even fell due to the strong wind that blew every now and then. it was a romantic setting, some couples were walking and hugging, some people (like you) were watching or reading books under the trees, and a few others seemed to be living a decisive moment on a beautiful day. a day like that didn't go well with breakups, but the couple sitting on the bench a few meters from where you were seemed to be going through a difficult time.

“just tell me right away. you’re letting me go because you found a better one, isn’t it?”, his voice was stable and calm, as if he wasn't sad. but his face showed something else, he barely looked at the woman beside him.

“where would I find someone better than you? listen, what I’m saying is that we are both going through a hard time”, she explained, gesturing a lot.

“we are not going through a hard time in this relationship. our issues come from college, job, these kind of stuff. but between us, isn’t it all fine?”

she remained silent, no longer looking at him but at her own hands on her legs. you felt weird for listening to that conversation while keeping your head hidden behind the book you were reading.

“my family and I have other plans for me now. I’m going abroad”, the woman said. that made the guy immediately look at her, probably looking for answers in her face, but all he could find were more questions.

“so why are you creating excuses? why didn’t you say it right away?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you! and I am hurting too”, she was actively defending herself as if she was being wrongly accused.

“are you? are you really? I am almost graduating and I have no steady job, but I would move heavens and earth to find anything that would make you feel safer with me. I was ready to give you whatever you needed.”

his words were so sincere she started to cry. you could see the tears falling down from her big eyes and his hands reaching hers. she didn’t let him touch her hand because she reached out for a hug, holding him closer not to keep him, but to say goodbye. you didn’t know if he still had hope, if he was still waiting for her to change her mind and stay with him.

“you can’t give me what I need, yoongi. I’m sorry”, she said looking into his small and sad eyes that didn’t shed a tear.

“will you come back?”, he asked.

she shook her head in denial, “I still don’t know. don’t wait for me, though, you’ll find someone better.”

he didn’t say anything else while she stood up and left. he also didn’t look her way again, maybe because it would make the moment even harder. by the way his face seemed unbothered, you knew he was the type that hurts inside. the type that wanted her to stay, even though he didn’t ask for it directly. you spent the rest of the day thinking about this couple, the reasons that made her go away. as a believer, you know everything happens for a reason and you were dying to know how that love story would lead to the other chapters of that couple’s life. it was just your common habit, to imagine what fate had prepared for people, how moments interconnected and how paths could cross again. you always think about it, always about others, never about you. 

didn't fate have something ready for you too?

winter, 5 years ago

rainy days were great... when you were home. to go out in the pouring rain could be very annoying, considering what the wet weather makes to your hair and how tricky it is to run under the rain. as if you didn't know that, you still left home late. you had this very important presentation about modern art at the fine art department, which was open to the public. thankfully, there would be many other presentations happening at the same time as yours and the rain could make people give up going. the auditorium was reasonably full when you arrived. there were fifteen minutes to go and your professor was already looking at her watch impatiently when she saw you walk through the doors.

“I thought you wouldn’t come!”

“I’m sorry, ms. lee. the rain didn’t help at all”, you sighed, putting your bag on the table. “is everything ready?”

“yes, we still have some time. here”, she handed you a bottle of water. she was a great professor. that presentation wasn't the easiest thing you had done in life (in fact, it was very challenging), but she believed you when she chose you after a classroom presentation. and when someone believes in you, you must also believe in yourself. 

during the remaining fifteen minutes, more people arrived and you went up the stairs to the auditorium stage. your heart was beating so hard that you could only hear the blood pumping. talking about modern art is a pleasure to you. from the historical to the visual – when the pictures appeared on the big screen behind you –, it was like immersing yourself in the painters' minds. all you wanted to do was to transmit some passion on to those who were watching the presentation, because that is exactly what you feel when you are studying the fascinating world of art.

and so you did. you didn’t have more than thirty minutes to say everything you wanted to say, but it went just like you rehearsed a hundred times at home. it was fascinating to see some unknown faces enjoying the historical and visual travel you tried to communicate through the images stamped on the big screen. after you, someone else would present too for the next thirty minutes, so you sat down to watch and breath again, feeling as if a heavy weight was taken off your back.

“what is the next presentation about?”, you whispered to your colleague. 

“it’s about the relationship between music and art”, he gave you the flyer of the event. you found your photo there, along with all the people who would be presenting that week, schedules and themes. you were too focused on that flyer, but when classical music reached your ears, your attention went directly to the stage.

the man on the stage was wearing all black clothes. the turtleneck shirt, the coat on top of it and the glasses made him look like a professor, but you knew that everyone who was presenting was still a student. he spoke smoothly, which perfectly matched what he was talking about and made the entire auditorium pay attention not to miss a word. somehow that spell was hitting you too. you had studied a lot what you needed to say, but the way he spoke seemed like he had already been born knowing everything. it was a relief that he took the stage after you and not before.

after all, everyone got up and started to leave the auditorium. the organizing team, however, remained there and so did you. the turtleneck guy (you decided to call him like that) was there, still talking to two people who went to ask him questions after the presentation. you were also finishing a brief conversation with a girl very interested in modern art.

ms. lee called you and you immediately answered. she wanted to thank everyone for the hard work, as she always did. you saw the turtleneck guy approaching the group too.

“it was great, everyone! we shall do it again”, the whole group smiled. “of course I need to thank the team from music department, thank you for joining us and bringing so much content to today’s meeting. mr. min, your professor must be very proud of you.”

it seemed like everyone knew who mr. min was, you were the last one to find out by looking at the same direction as ms. lee. the turtleneck guy was mr. min and it sounded even more sophisticated.

“thank you, ms. lee”, he formally thanked while a shy smile appeared on his lips. you wondered if you were overanalysing him, since you couldn’t lose any opportunity of looking at him, mainly because his face was somehow familiar. 

you didn’t know you’d do what you did next until you already had done. when everyone started to leave the auditorium, you followed mr. min-turtleneck for some reason.

“congratulations on your presentation”, he looked back to find out who was the owner of the voice. it was okay to say that, right? you and him were the ones who presented something, so it was perfectly okay to congratulate him.

“oh, thank you. congratulations on yours, too”, it was kind of... nonchalant. or maybe you were expecting more, even though he didn't say more than this to anyone else during the last minutes. 

he kept walking and you stood in the hall, wondering if you should walk into another auditorium to attend a lecture or just go home. the rain hadn’t ceased, you could see through the big glass doors of the building, and your professor and colleagues had gone somewhere else, but you had already lost sight of them. you walked to the glass doors to watch the rain while you waited for it to stop. it wasn't like you had nothing to do, you just weren't in a hurry to get home.

your phone was ringing non-stop because of the messages, which you read and replied quickly. the ideal for that post-presentation night was to go out with your friends, eat something, have fun. however, everyone was busy or traveling, so you would have to deal with an evening alone watching netflix and eating chips (which wasn't too bad, honestly).

you felt a human presence next to you, but you were too absorbed in watching the rain to look at the person. only when you heard the sound of someone putting up an umbrella, you redirected your attention. about to step out of the building, there he was: mr. min. you swear you looked at him for only two seconds, but it was enough for him to notice and look back at you. you didn’t avoid eye contact, though, because it would be more awkward and, honestly, you didn’t know what to do when the whole hall was empty, leaving you and him alone.

“do you have an umbrella?”, he asked. the words ran out your mind for a moment.

“I don’t”, you answered. it would definitely be easier to say you did, so the conversation would be over and your mind would be at ease again, because your brain was working so hard you didn’t understand what was going on. was it because he was a very smart guy and you were scared to sound stupid?

“do you want to...”, he didn’t finish the sentence and you felt so much better to see he was feeling awkward to say that too. mr. min was pointing to his own umbrella with his head, which meant he was willing to help you get to the bus station or wherever you were going.

“it’s fine, I can wait.”

“it doesn’t seem like it will stop anytime soon...”

you looked at him for a while and shrugged, “fine”. you were proud of yourself, since you seemed calm and unconcerned by the way you responded . your brain rested a little now that the situation was under your control, but it didn't take long for you to feel tense again. he wouldn't borrow the umbrella, he would go with you under it, and the space seemed too small. “you can leave me at the bus stop”.

the whole one minute walk was silent. when you reached the bus stop, you were ready to say goodbye and thank him for the help. however, he didn’t leave, he put down the umbrella and stood there.

“it’s okay, you can go if you want to...”

he looked at you, confused, “go? where?”

you were as confused as him. “wait, will you wait for the bus too?”

“yes. why did you think I was here?”, his tone was calm, but you felt your face warming slowly as if you said something wrong. “wait, did I sound harsh?”, there was a bit of concern in his voice.

“no”, you giggled. 

“oh. I thought I made you blush because I sounded harsh.”

“huh? you didn’t- forget it”, you gave up and he smiled, not looking at you. you just stood there, waiting for the bus. it took about five minutes, but it felt like forever because you and mr. min were in complete silence. by the way, calling him ‘mr. min’ was starting to sound weird now that you saw a glimpse of his sense of humor.

when the bus arrived, he started to move and you noticed he was about to get on. he was closer to the door, so he got on first and sat on the chairs at the back. the bus was almost empty, just you, him and three people sat separately. where would you sit? would it be weird to sit far from him after getting to know him, or it would be better to sit next to him since you got to know him? it was pretty confusing and you had to think quickly. 

he was looking through the window when you sat by his side, unbothered by your presence. you were feeling stupid for sitting there and for the fact that your heart was beating faster than it should in this situation. why was that, though? maybe because of the mysterious vibe he had and how he started to show a glimpse of his personality when he joked about you blushing.

you knew breaking the silence was the only way to make it less awkward. “are you going home?”

“no, I’ll meet some friends”, he said, looking at the watch on his left arm. you never noticed watches a lot, for you they were just essencial items. but looking at his left arm, relatively close to yours, that silver watch was shining and his hands were so beautiful. you scolded yourself for paying attention to those details, after all, it would only lead you to have a crush on someone who had a high chance of never seeing you again. “you?”

“I’m heading home”, you felt his eyes indirectly looking at you. 

“you don’t seem very excited about it”, he said and you still felt his eyes on you. he was looking at your arms holding your bag, because you two were a little too close to look at each other’s faces.

“I am not, indeed. I’ll just buy food and watch a nice christmas movie”

“so, netflix and-”

“stop there, just netflix”, you interrupted him immediately because you didn't know if he would complete the sentence. he laughed after he understood what you were saying.

“I was just going to say netflix and eat”, discreetly, he raised his hands in surrender. “what are you planing to watch?”

you shrugged, “anything, from the grinch to a cliche rom-com.”

“it sounds fun, though”, he started to look at the window again.

“you don’t look like someone who watches the grinch or cliche rom-coms”, you said.

“it depends. I think everyone needs to watch movies like these once in a while.”

“and christmas time seems like the perfect time to watch them.”

“exactly”, he agreed. it didn't look like he was the serious person who was giving a lecture an hour ago, because of the way he managed to get from that to someone talking about fun movies with a stranger on the bus, and that said a lot about him. “oh, I gotta go”

the bus slowly stopped close to a busy street full of restaurants and people. he stood up and looked at you before the door opened.

“I’m yoongi, by the way”, he said.

“I’m y/n. nice to meet you”, you smiled without much excitement, a little disappointed because he was getting off the bus. 

summer, 4 years ago

it was finally summer time, the sun was bright and high in the sky. you felt it warming your skin and it felt good, because it was time to have fun. your friends called, wondering where were you. they were waiting for you at a restaurant, with some other friends of them and people you probably didn’t know yet. but to be honest, you were excited. it was summer, time to have fun and enjoy. plus, you were free for that day and the whole weekend too.

you entered through the front glass doors, thankful for the cold air conditioner that reduced the heat, because the day was really hot outdoors. your friend raised her hand, signaling where they were, and you walked to the table. there were ten people there, most of them you didn’t know but already had seen before.

you sat next to your other friend and she immediately asked if you wanted to eat something. you said yes, while she started to introduce you to everyone, but then your eyes met someone else’s. his eyebrows raised discreetly and you tilted your head to the left, trying to understand if you were really seeing what your eyes were witnessing. 

“we know each other”, he said when your friend said his name and yours, introducing both of you.

“really?”, she was surprised and glad at the same time. the way her eyes looked at yours said something, you immediately remembered: she said you and one of her friends definitely should meet, because you two would match well. was it him?

“yeah, we met before. it’s good to see you again”

“you too”, he said and then everyone started side conversations. he was sitting in front of you, which made him comfortable to talk a little bit more. “did you watch the grinch?”

“hm?”, you almost choked on what you were drinking, “you didn’t forget, right? actually I watched it and other two movies that night.”

“oh, it was a long night, then”, he took a sip of his drink.

“yep, it was”, you took a sip too.

when all of you left the restaurant, the sun was almost setting and the weather was much better. each would go their own way, some as a couple, others among friends and others alone. your two friends were accompanied by their boyfriends, but they still asked if you would like them to go home with you. you said you would be fine, you wanted to buy some stuff before going home, anyway. 

“didn’t you like him?”, one of them asked.

“who? yoongi?”

“yeah, he’s the guy I mentioned, the one that matches you well.”

you laughed, “no, forget it. but he’s nice.”

“well, you should give it a shot...”, she shrugged and smiled. yoongi said goodbye to his friends and walked up to you with his hands in his pockets. there were only you and him behind everyone else. 

“are you going to ride the bus?”

you looked at him quickly, “no, I’ll buy some stuff before.”

he nodded and didn’t say anything else, which forced you to speak again to keep the conversation going. you wanted to talk to him.

“and you?”

“I have nothing to do right now.”

“is this your way of offering to go with me?”

“excuse me?”, he looked at you and smiled. you noticed you were smiling too, because looking at his face made you smile for no reason. “if you want me to go, just ask.”

“I want you to come with me. what about it?”

“I will go with you, thanks”, he was acting so cool you laughed at his attitude.

walking around with yoongi wasn’t supposed to be that fun – at least you didn’t expect it to be. he helped you to find nice sneakers, laughing at the ones that didn’t fit your style at all. he went to the makeup store with you, giving an opinion on everything you tested (but his opinion wasn’t always valid because, when it comes to makeup, he said all of them looked good on you). 

“do you want to eat something?”, you asked, “you must be hungry.”

“nah, we have been walking for just four hours”, he exaggerated and made you laugh. you were walking just for one hour and a half, maybe.

“is that so boring to walk around with me that it feels like four hours?”, you pretended to be offended, but he hesitated for a second, as if reflecting on what he said before. “I’m just kidding”, you said.

“you really got me thinking for a second”, yoongi said and you two laughed for real. when you laugh with someone, it's like a connection is created between you. that's exactly what happened, and because of that connection, the two of you were closer, including physically. if at the beginning of the meeting you were a little far away, respecting the space, at that moment you could already feel your hand touching his when the bags you were holding hit the ones he was holding.

yoongi said he knew a nice place to stop by and eat, so you told him to take you there. it was a lovely cafe with a pleasant atmosphere, and he guided you to the second floor, where there were fewer people and more space to be at ease. he asked for the bag that was in your hand, added it to the bag that was in his and placed it near you.

“I’ve never been here, it’s nice”, you said.

“I come here mostly by myself, it's a quiet place to work. and the food here is great”, yoongi looked through the glass wall, through which you could see the street.

“and you work with music”, you guessed it from the lecture months ago.

“yes, I do”, he smiled slightly, but with satisfaction. you could tell he was looking even more cute at that moment under that light. “I like it very much, to be honest. but tell me about you too”

“what do I do? I am still studying art and now working with it. an internship”, you said.

“by the way you spoke at that lecture, I’m sure you’re doing amazing”, he said, but didn’t look directly at your face. the way yoongi was confident at some moments and shy at other ones made you smile every time.

the conversation was interrupted by the person bringing the orders. you thought you both would eat in silence, but none of you could stop talking. he asked more about you, and you answered, also asking about him. it was obvious how you two wanted to know each other in a short amount of time, as if at the end of the date you would part ways for a long time, like before.

you liked when he laughed at what you said, because it felt like winning an award. yoongi was deeply into that conversation, almost forgetting to eat the cake you two were sharing.

“if you don’t eat, I’ll do it”, you said.

“I’m full just by watching you eat”, he said and you giggled immediately, “was it too cringy?”, he laughed too.

“no, it wasn’t”, you knew your eyes said it all. you were having way too much fun.

yoongi told you stories about his work, his university years and his friends. you could say he was comfortable with you by the way he spoke easily, not holding back details. you enjoyed to listen to his intelectual side, the way he knew everything about music; but when he told you stories about his life, it was even more enjoyable. 

but he didn't just talk, because he wanted to know about you too. after only two or three questions from him, you were comfortable talking about your life and your plans. it wasn’t difficult to do that because he didn’t judge what you said or thought, he was interested. 

it is extremely difficult to put some feelings into words, but to shorten the story: the feeling was that you had found much more than a nice person, but a connection so strong that for a minute you could believe in soul mates. not soul mates who can’t live without each other, or who are incomplete on their own, or who knew each other from other lives, as people said. not like this. you felt like you connected more than through a good conversation, or physically, but in an even deeper way.

after eating and being much more closer than before, he walked to the bus stop with you. it was time to part ways and you were already missing the unexpected date you and him had. 

“let me give you my number”, he said, right away. you felt your heart skip a beat.

“here”, you handed him your phone. he called his number so your number could show up on his phone and he saved it.

“I had a great time today”, you said, not looking directly into his eyes.

“me too”, hands on the pockets. “wasn’t it unexpected? how we met today.”

“yeah, I had no idea we had mutual friends.”

“neither did I, even though my friends know a lot of people”, he smiled. “but it was a nice surprise to see you again.”

you finally looked at him. his eyes were affectionate, just like everything about him.

“then we should see each other again”, you said.

“then don’t go”, he joked, but he was also saying the truth. “you can call me, ok?”

“I’ll be waiting for your call, too”

“I’ll do it at the moment I ride the bus”, he said and you smiled. 

you got closer to him, your arms touching his. why wait? slowly, you touched his arms and placed yourself into them. you hugged him and he hugged you back, trying to hold on from not holding you closer and tighter. you felt his head touching yours. 

you and yoongi were so close that when you separated from the embrace, it was inevitable that the faces wouldn’t touch. then, without thinking too much, the two of you leaned in sync for a kiss. his gentle and warm lips touching yours, warming not only your face but your whole body. yoongi’s right hand stroked your hair and the side of your face, which made you forget everything else. he smiled when he noticed you liked the kiss. yes, you liked the kiss and you liked him. you liked to spend time with him. you could forget the bus, but it was almost arriving. your hand touched his neck and you left a last kiss on his pink small lips, noses touching.

autumn, 3 years ago

in one year together, a lot happened to you and yoongi. a lot of great things. you had dated before, but no one could ever compare to him. he was something else, he was special. he could be a very serious and focused guy when working, fun and affectionate when with you. was it possible not to love him? not to want to spend your whole life with him?

the way he holds you, kisses your cheeks with his pink lips, buries his face on your neck, caresses your hair. the way he tells you beautiful things, talks to you about his feelings, plays the piano while you’re around, watches the corniest movies with you and make fun of every cheesy line of it.

he doesn’t say he loves you all the time, because he shows it through every single thing he does for you and with you. but when he says it, he’s so sure, so intense, you could marry him right away. 

“you look tired”, he said, as tired as you after a long day of work.

“it’s because I am”, you smiled looking at him. you two were cuddling on the sofa. 

“do you want to eat?”

“no, I’m fine”, you touched his hair. “how about you?”

“as long as I’m with you I’m good”, he hid his face on your neck so his voice was barely audible.

you caressed his hands until he looked at you again, then leaning to a kiss. he loved when you kissed him first, he once said it (and never again, because he was shy to admit sometimes, but you knew it just by the way he smiled when your lips touched). he touched your arm, shoulder, neck, until his fingers were placed comfortably in your hair. he kissed you slowly and when your lips parted, still close enough, he looked at you and said “I love you”. he meant that. he always did. he meant it with his gentle touch, kisses, hugs, words, and even when he didn’t say anything but cared for you in so many ways. “please, just stay forever”, you whispered against his lips. he gave you a smooch. “between you and I, nothing will ever change”.

that moment lasted forever. it really felt eternal and you didn’t want to leave. you were in his apartment, which was almost half yours just by the amount of time you spent there. he gave you the password, said you could go there whenever you wanted, even if he wasn’t home. you did the same, gave your password to him, and that led you to a bunch of times he surprised you when you arrived home. wherever, to be you and him alone was the best thing in the world.

the bell rang and took you out of that moment. it was not eternal, after all. you hadn't ordered food, nobody was coming to visit. what could it be? you stayed there, sitting on the sofa, and yoongi got up to open the door, without even checking who was it through the screen next to the door. he didn't expect it to be who it was. he was too sure it was probably someone knocking on the wrong door, but it wasn't.

“jia?”, you couldn’t see who it was from where you were sitting, but he sounded very surprised.

“hey, long time no-”, she walked in and found you on the sofa, as confused as she was from that moment on, “oh, sorry.”

you got up quickly, as if you were a visitor and not the person who has been in that house almost every day in the last few months. “it’s okay”, you tried to smile.

“I’m jia”, she said.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you”

yoongi was still there, but you almost forgot. he was the central figure in the story, the person who knew you and knew jia, yet he was immobilized behind her. you could see him from where you were and he was uncomfortable, you knew it.

“sorry, y/n, this is jia. and jia, this is... y/n”, he said, pausing before he said your name. you thought he would say who jia was and who you were, but he didn’t. “I didn’t expect you to come here”, he said to her. 

“I thought you were by yourself, that’s why I came over. I arrived last week, but I lost your number... anyway, I’m sorry for interrupting”, she looked at you and you could say she wasn’t expecting you there. for some reason you felt like you were the person who was interrupting, because something about the way jia and yoongi communicated had some kind of familiarity from long before you.

“yeah, hm... the boxes are in the bedroom”, yoongi extended his arm towards the bedroom door. his bedroom. jia excused herself and opened the bedroom door, once again with such intimacy that it felt like she lived there for a long time. still standing there, you thought: maybe she really lived.

yoongi breathed out through his mouth, running a hand through his hair.

“won’t you help her?”, you said. it came out of your lips before you even think properly. he finally looked at you.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting it to happen... like this.”

“was it supposed to happen, then?”, you asked, looking for your bag.

“yes, she was supposed to pick up her stuff a long time ago. I was almost sending it to charity... wait, are you going?”

you tried to look at the bedroom discreetly and saw jia there, “well, she’s right now sitting on your bed, I don’t think she’ll leave too soon.”

“hey”, he knew you were uncomfortable with the situation, “I’m sorry, it really was unexpected... jia is my ex girlfriend, as you may have noticed. we broke up a long time ago and now she’s just picking up her stuff.”

“yoongi”, jia showed up with a medium box and a backpack. yoongi, who was touching your arms, stopped instantly. you noticed, of course. “I couldn’t find my perfume anywhere”

“maybe you didn’t put it in the box or it’s just not here”, he said.

“yeah... that was a good one”, she looked at him and they were communicating through their eyes, a communication you were not part of and you would not understand. “hope you’re not keeping it, huh”, she joked and laughed.

you couldn’t see very well, but yoongi smiled for a second. what was happening there? were they just very friendly? you were there. his girlfriend. why were they acting as if you were just another friend standing there, or worse, as if you weren’t even there?

“I’ll open the door for you”, he walked her to the door and you stood there. you wanted to move, but somehow you were stuck.

“see you?”, she smiled at you.

you smiled back, “see you”, even though you didn’t really mean it. 

“oh, this is heavy...”, jia said.

“is your car downstairs?”, yoongi asked, opening the door.

“no, I took a cab here. I’ll just take the bus home now. it’s not that late, right?”

you showed up next to them, bag on your shoulder. yoongi looked at you and you felt like she was indirectly asking him to take her home. 

“I can... give you a ride, I guess”, he looked at her and then at you, wondering if you were okay with that. “it only takes ten minutes, I’ll come back”

“no problem, I’m also going home”, you said.

“won’t you wait? I thought you’d-”

“stay?”, you completed the sentence, “next time. bye”

you walked out. when you reached the sidewalk, you felt weaker and hated yourself for that. it was as if the feelings were hitting you because you knew, somehow, that would lead to something bad.

winter, 3 years ago

you wish everything could be different. the arrival of jia shook everything between you and yoongi, even when you tried so hard to keep it steady. she wasn’t a bad person exactly, but she surely wanted to start over from where they stopped and you felt like an intruder. days went by and things started to get harder. firstly she showed up out of nowhere to return his old coat that was still in her stuff. then, she started to send him messages, or set up a meeting with friends from the university days so he could go too. 

you never really told him you were annoyed by this. you just questioned him a couple times and he noticed how upset you were when jia made a new move. maybe the lack of communication set you two apart. day by day, you were drifting away from him and it was harder to come back to what you two were as a couple. you stopped going to his house, started to find excuses to not meet him, because you knew everything was different for you now. 

until the day he came to your house to spend time with you. you were different, you just couldn’t be with him like before, as if by staying far from him you could avoid the inevitable heartbreak. 

“what’s going on, y/n?”, for the first time ever you saw him extremely worried and upset. 

“nothing, I just... I’m just tired, yoongi”

“you don’t tell me what’s going on anymore, we don’t go out as often as we used to, you don’t even... you don’t even kiss me like you did before.”

tears started to fall from your eyes slowly, “did you ever ask? since your ex came back, did you ever ask why was I different?”

“why is jia a problem? what’s really going on?”

“see? I am telling you! everything changed from the day she put her feet on your apartment and it felt like she was just coming back to her place. she’s finding any excuse to meet you and you’re simply going. can’t you see? she doesn’t want to be friends with you, she wants you. I just don’t want to compete for a place in your heart.” 

you didn’t know how but it all came out as a flash flood. was he really naive about her intentions or did he like it? 

“y/n...”, he hugged you and you let him do it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“and I don’t want to be hurt. that’s why I can’t be the same anymore. I can’t be who I was because I feel like things changed.”

“please, I love you...”, he didn’t know what else to say but you could feel his heart beating fast.

“don’t say it...”, there in his arms, all your worries seemed to fade.

“there’s nothing going on between me and jia. it’s all past. please, don’t let it set us apart now.”

you walked away from the hug and looked at him. “is there something you wanna tell me?”, you knew him very well.

he sighed, sitting on the sofa. you sat by his side, still waiting. “I received my enlistment letter a while ago, before even meeting you that day. I can’t postpone it anymore, mainly now that I already achieved my academic goals. I really need to fulfill my duty, y/n.”

“wait...”, you were confused, “I thought you already completed your military service.”

“most people did... I wish I could have done it before, but I had to go through a shoulder surgery. I told you about the accident while working for the company that fired me after that. I was dealing legally for a long time to finally receive the benefits I didn't get from the company back then, and jia was helping me with this, since she’s a lawyer.”

“you should have told me.”

“yes. I should have told you since the start. I’m sorry for that... I didn’t want to worry you.”

“the only reason you postponed was the surgery?”

“no, at that time I got accept into the university and wasn’t able to stop studying for two years, because I was enjoying it so much ”, he was very sincere. “I love to study and work with music, but I know I also have to fulfill my duty now.”

to hear him say that again made it feel more real.

“when are you going?”

“next week”, he looked away while saying this.

you blinked twice, trying to understand if you heard correctly. some of it had been explained, but now a new problem has arisen. you knew, he had to serve for two years in the army. two long years. would you two be able to wait? you needed to think. the idea of seeing him just a couple times during the year, how would you deal with it?

he pulled you into a hug again and then whispered, “I’m sorry”, and you almost didn’t hear it. he hugged you so tight, you wanted to cry. cry because of everything, cry because of him, because of you, because of the love you were feeling.

“will we be able to do it?”, you looked at him, still into his arms. 

he touched your face and looked into your eyes. you knew his eyes very well and you could notice the sadness in them. “I don’t want to be apart”.

“neither do I.”

but how would you manage it? he didn’t know. none of you did. you only knew you wanted him – would that be enough for the two years ahead? so many questions. you shut all of them by kissing him like before, like you missed him already.

summer, 2 years ago

since you lost contact with yoongi, you were trying to move on day by day. breaking up wasn’t the only solution, but you and yoongi decided it was the best. you met him one day before he enlisted and had a great time together, as friends. 

you talked to him once in a while, when he sent a text or a picture, and it made your hear race because of the notification. you met your friends in common, even met jia on a store, which was surprisingly nice. but of course, even moving on, even finding things to do on your own, even not being in bad terms with him, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and wondering: did he think of you too? would you even meet him again?

you didn’t know, but he always thought of you. he thought about sending you a text or a picture when he had time to use his phone, but maybe it wasn’t the best option since you were living a life without him now. he was thinking of you while you were thinking of him. missing each other and wondering without answers. 

on a day off, he was walking by the same street you two hang out on that summer day, for the first time. he didn’t know you were there too, just like you didn’t know he was there, but for a second you thought you saw him.

winter, months ago

how could you watch the grinch and those cheesy rom-coms without thinking of him? you smiled, wanting to send him a picture of your tv. “hey, guess what I’m watching for the 2397473rd time?”, you almost typed. does he have time off on christmas or... has he been discharged already? no, maybe he’s busy, you thought.

he was home that night, by himself. drinking wine, eating and, yes, watching tv. searching for the grinch or any new rom-com to watch, even though he didn’t really enjoy those at first. but because of you and the memories you two created together, those kind of movies made him feel good, have a good laugh and think of you. 

spring, nowadays

life is better on spring – that’s what you always thought. just by walking and seeing the cherry blossoms painting the world in pink made you feel like a brand new person. you were feeling good, having a nice time, feeling the spring breeze on your hair. for the first time in a while, you weren’t overthinking anything, your mind was completely in that moment.

it was 4pm, you finished all your work for that day and it was time to go home, take a bath, maybe hang out with your friends later... you were open to other possibilities. when you approached the avenue, the pedestrian crossing traffic light turned red and you remained standing, holding the bag with both hands in front of your body. you were looking at nothing in particular, but when your eyes briefly passed over the faces of people across the avenue, a face caught your eye.

under the golden light of that time of day, yoongi was standing in front of you. many meters away, but still in front of you. you would walk to the side he was on, he would walk to the side where you were and your paths would cross in the middle of the avenue. maybe he would pretend he didn't see you, or maybe you would. but was it possible to pretend when it was written on your faces how surprised you were to see each other again?

the traffic light was now green for the pedestrians and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. you started walking and then lost sight of him. for a second you thought you would stop in the middle of the avenue, just to look for him, but you were still walking to the other side. 

when all the people walked by and you were reaching the sidewalk on the side he was on, you saw him. standing in the same place, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his cell phone and wallet. looking at you. a strong breeze made some flowers come off the tree and it looked like a movie scene, those beautiful ones. was it fate? was that moment meant to be?

you were finally by his side, on the sidewalk, and felt his gaze on you. you always thought that, if you saw him, your first impulse would be to hug him again, but no – something stopped you. 

“hey”, he said first.

“hi”, you answered. “nice to see you”

“I’m- hm, nice to see you too. how are you?”

“I’m fine, yeah”, you brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “and you? how’s life going?”

you knew he finished his service months ago because a friend in common posted a picture with him. 

“great, I got a new job after completing my service”, he was still talking when a very hurried person accidentally bumped on your shoulder. then yoongi touched your arm lightly, so that the two of you would move away from that busy area a little.

“this is great news! I’m happy that now you’ll be able to keep working with what you like the most.”

“yeah, right? well... I’d love to hear about you too. maybe we can see each other anytime?”

you just needed five seconds of courage and less pride. now or never, you thought.

“do you have time?”, you heard the words coming out of your mouth.

“now?”, you could see he was surprised, but not in a bad way. 

“yes. maybe”

“I do”, he said, “let’s go somewhere, then”

“I need to buy some stuff, if you don’t mind”

“no problem”, he said with a smile on his face. you knew it because you looked at him quickly, smiling too. you two were walking side by side, trying to avoid eye contact and craving for looking at each other at the same time. it would take just a few minutes for you two to start feeling comfortable again, after all this time. you knew it because it was like this since the first time you met him and, years later, it surely didn’t change.

it was a spring day again; you missed him and he missed you. but now you were face to face.

[keytomythoughts]

Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually. 

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

                                                               Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu) 

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

                                                                                                                      Funny

                                                                        Yk I can’t move out, at least not on                                                                            my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

:/

What about Jaehyun?

                                                                            Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

                                                                       They’re just hell-bent on me getting                                                                                    into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

                                                                                                                        Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

                                                                 Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

                                                                         Me crying and stuffing myself with                                                                           pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

                                                                         Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

                                                                  And that’s bc you were there dumbass                                                                    and half of the time ur either in oppa’s                                                                    room or out somewhere

                                                                  Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

                                                                                                           I miss y’all :’(

                                                                   Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                                                     so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo 

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

                                                                                           Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

                                                                               Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol 

                                                                                             See? My point exactly

                                                                               Your fAcE scared off every girl                                                                                   in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

                                                                           I almost feel bad for them, u little                                                                             heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

                                                                                                                     Rlly?!?

                                                                                                                         YAH

                                                                                                               U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

                                                                                    U JERK HOW COULD U??

                                                                                              Those poor girls omg

                                                                               Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

                                                                                         And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

                                                                                                        Can it u demon

                                                                                                         Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated. 

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends. 

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side. 

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another. 

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.  

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?” 

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” 

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.” 

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away. 

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.” 

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”   

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.” 

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation. 

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide. 

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?” 

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!” 

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail. 

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul. 

What can I say? It’s a talent. 

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder. 

“Good to be back,” I whisper. 

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment. 

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat. 

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  

[dreamescapeswriting]

Min Yoongi || His Weakness [MafiaAU]

Summary: Your father sells you to Min Yoongi, the Mafia leader…lmao read it bitches

Genre: angst - fluffy? -

Word count - 6,350 (This was supposed to be short lmaooo)

Warnings: MafiaAU, violence is mentioned a lot, abuse is also mentioned so if you’re not comfortable with it please don’t read as I don’t want to trigger anybody as I know how that feels. Swearing is involved a lot too.

A/N: Credit for the edited Yoongi picture @lovies-kpop-fan-fiction​ love you boo boo

You were a lot of things but stupid wasn’t one of them, your father was addicted to gambling and alcohol which wasn’t a great combination given the line of work he was in, you knew he was involved with bad people, you’d grown up with everything going on around you, it was hard to shelter yourself from it, your mother tried her best until the day she had enough and left you alone with him, that was almost six years ago and ever since you’d been the mother of the household. Looking after your father when he came in from one of his missions or late night drinking binges, you cleaned up the house and looked after anyone that came round with wounds that needed healing, it was your job now seeing as though you were the only woman of the house. You’d grown to expect a few surprised being thrown in from your father, like the time he brought home a man with a bullet wound in his arm, telling you, not to heal him, but to make him worse. Pressuring you about how it’ll make you stronger as a person, once you refused that was it, a smack across the cheek, it was nothing to some other things you had received in the past from him.

What you didn’t expect though on a Sunday at 5 am when your father normally stumbled through the door with his suit a mess, his hair in state and eyes starting to shut from the night he’d had, was the front door being booted open and six men rushing into the home aiming guns in every direction until they found you resting on the kitchen island in your short Pyjama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, a mug of tea in your hand as you’d just woken up to start your day off.

“We’ve found her boss.” One of the taller men out of the six came forward, his face covered back a black hood the only thing you could see was his eyes that were staring into yours, you nervously put down the cup you were holding and held up your hands, no clue if they were police or another one of your dad’s friends, but from the way you were acting you gathered, they weren’t friends at all.

“On your knees, hands where we can see them.” A shorter one demanded in a deep voice, you slowly slid down off the counter top and got down onto your knees, bringing your hands to your head and holding them at the back of your skull, you’d seen your father arrested a countless number of times and knew what to do in this situation.

“Boss said to get her in the car and bring him straight to his, blindfold.” The same taller one from before ordered, taking a blindfold from another hooded member and covering your eyes. You heard the metal before you felt it against your skin, the cold handcuffs making you shiver as they were slotted against your wrists, you wanted to call out and ask what was going on but you knew better than to question someone who was aiming a gun at you.

Being thrown against a carpeted floor was not what you had planned for the morning, your knees burnt as you scraped them along the rug, you heard shuffling around you and muffled speaking, you knew you were in a room in someones home that was around thirty minutes away from your own, having counted in the back of the van you were placed in after being taken from your home, in a secluded area because whoever was driving wasn’t used to coming down back alleyways to get here with a van you were in.

“Be careful with her.” Someone barked, you weren’t used to anyone’s voices and you couldn’t tell anyone apart, you heard a door open and close before a chair was moved and people fell into a completely silent, the only thing that could be heard was people breathing.

“This her?” Someone asked in a thick accent, you frowned under the blindfold still confused as to what was going on around you when you heard another voice speak, a voice you knew all too well in the years of him raising you.

“Yes, that’s her.” The blindfold was ripped away from your eyes, the sudden exposure to bright light caused your eyes to water before tightly shutting, having no time to even adjust to it. Slowly you opened them, the light not bothering so much as before, you glanced around the room, six men and your father were all standing around looking at you, while another was sitting in a giant leather chair behind an oak desk, his hands on the desk in front of him studying you. He was dressed in an all-black suit, thick-rimmed black glasses were on his face, you looked down at his neck to spot a rose and tiger tattoo, then back to his face again taking in his facial features, dark eyes that were boring into yours and bleach blonde hair.

“She cooks, she cleans, she’s real housewife material I promise Yoongi sir,” You blinked at your father, Was he trying to sell you off for more money? Or worse drugs? The man at the desk leaned back in his chair and continued to stare at you before directing his attention to your father, it was now that you took in your dad’s appearance, he was knelt on the floor, hands cuffed behind his back, his face badly bruised and bleeding from his nose, lips and a cut above his eyebrow, you’d seen him in worse states but his hair was a mess, messier than if he’d been on an all-night drinking binge.

“She will do until you pay me what you owe me.” All eyes were back on you, yours meeting the man who was sitting in the chair he looked as though he was contemplating what he was about to say before he slammed his hands onto the desk and stood up.

“Take her to her room Jin, don’t talk to her.” He warned giving someone a warning look behind you, you were yanked up by two different arms and you were staring at your father, tears in your eyes as he was uncuffed and sent out of a separate door while you were still cuffed and being dragged away by a man you didn’t know without any explanation as to what was going on, you were being dragged towards one when Yoongi’s hand went up to signal for the men dragging you to stop, they did instantly and you were able to stand up alone instead of having your feet dragged along the floor and receiving more carpet burn. The blonde got up from behind the desk and made his way over to you, he was shorter than the rest of them but not by much, you were still shorter than him, he took a deep breath frowning a little as he came closer to you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen from your messy bun down into your face.

“Don’t start crying, you’re mine now until he pays back what he owes.” The blonde said with no emotion in his voice or his face, he nodded and you were being turned around to walk with the man who he had called Jin before, you were being taken to a set of metal spiralled stairs.

“Don’t worry too much about him, Yoongi…he’s tough but just do what you’re told and there won’t be a problem.” He whispered to you as you reached the top of the staircase coming onto a hallway that consisted of three doors.

“Like you’re doing as you’re told?” You questioned as he spoke to you after being told not to, he scoffed opening the last white door at the end of the hall and ushering you inside.

“I can do what I want, I’m not his prisoner.” He said before pulling the door closed and locking you inside.

“Don’t you think for one second I like having you around here, you’re here because your father is a filthy scum bag who owes me money,” Yoongi spoke as you were on the floor of the kitchen, you’d come down to clean up as he’d told you to and now you were scrubbing the floor on your hands and knees as if you were Cinderella and not an actual human being with feelings.

“So my father should be the one scrubbing instead.” You spat back not expecting him to hear you as he’d left to go into the living room but he heard and came back into the room, picking you up by the scruff of your Pyjama shirt you were still dressed in.

“Did you say something?” You didn’t even flinch, your father had done worse, you just looked down at the floor in silence, knowing not to talk back to people like that, it would only make their anger worse. You’d been here half a day and you were already worse of then you were at home.

“Your father better hurry up with that money, he neglected to tell me about your smart mouth.” With that you were dropped onto the floor, your knees smacking against the tile, you looked down at the floor, he was still standing in front of you.

“While you’re here, I’ll tell you some ground rules. You can go anywhere in the house except my office, I want this place kept spotless at all times, I’m assuming you cook, if not learn, I want food on the table for certain times.” You nodded, continuing to avoid his gaze.

“Understood?” You looked up and you knew he wanted an answer from you, so you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Yes, Sir.” You managed to squeak out, he nodded before leaving the room and then up a flight of stairs, you looked around the kitchen. The floor was covered in muddy boot prints and a few dirty dishes so you decided to start with those and then go up to your room, hoping to find something to do or change into instead of being stuck in your Pyjama’s the entire time you were going to be there.

Things weren’t terrible at the house, or at least they were better than they were at your home. As long as you stayed out of his way things were fine, you’d only ran into a few problems since being there, the first was a clothes situation…

It had been two days of sitting in the same clothes and you were growing disgusted with yourself, you made a promise to try and find someone who wasn’t Yoongi to help you, except you only knew Jin the one who brought you up to your room and you had no idea when you could ask him about clothes, the only time you saw him he was with the five other men at the dinner table eating the food you cooked for them so it wasn’t as if you could just go up and ask then, it would be rude.

“Here,” Jin said interrupting you from your thoughts, you were currently sat in the window seat of the bedroom you’d been given and a suitcase was pushed further into the room, you slowly got down from the seat and made your way over to it, picking it up and laying on the bed to open, inside was an array of different clothes, from jeans, skirts, shorts, long-sleeved and short-sleeved shirts and dresses with different shoes all in your size.

“Thanks,” You mumbled to him, not wanting to seem ungrateful for the clothes, he shook his head.

“Not from me, Yoongi sent them. He’s sick of seeing you in the same clothes and your dad won’t send anything to him. You’ll pay him back.” You nodded and with that, he left the room, so you began to unpack the bag and put everything away in the wardrobe that was also in the room. You couldn’t complain about the space, it was a big bedroom with an en-suite, everything you could ever need except something to keep you busy when all of the cleaning and cooking was complete, if you were at home you would just walk to the nearby cafe and read but that was out of the question, especially considering the giant brick wall that ran around the house, stopping anyone getting in or in your case, getting out.

The second issue you ran into with Yoongi was being in his way…

You were cleaning up the living room after one of his parties and he came down the next morning for something, you did your best to stay out of the way but you needed something that was behind him, you were going to wait it out but when he saw you standing there and doing nothing he flipped, it was as if a switch went off in his mind.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned to months and you were still in the same house for 6 months. Things had gotten a little slacker, he was allowing you to go shopping, under the careful watch of one of his men, of course, Jin was taking you at first but all of a sudden that stopped and you were being taken by another man who you’d gotten to know as Hoseok, he was nice. He brightened up your day whenever you went out together, he would take you to the same supermarket for food shopping that had a small charity shop next door that sold books, you stopped yourself from asking to go but he saw you glancing whenever you entered or left the supermarket so he took you over.

“We’ll keep it as our secret, he won’t have to know about it.” He promised you, picking out a book you liked and paying for it. You hid it inside one of the grocery bags for later when you could sneak it up to the bedroom and read over and over again.

More and more time passed and you thought you must have been near the end of your father’s debt or at least he was coming to pay back for you but he never showed up or you’d never heard about it until Yoongi came down the stairs one day pissed about something, you’d just made dinner for his six friends and they were all sitting down to eat, you getting ready to leave because you never ate with them when a sharp slap hit you across the cheek, the blow from it knocking you back onto the floor after you hit the bottom of your back on the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck?!” Jin yelled, both him and Hoseok on their feet while the others all stayed seated, eyes staring at the food in front of them knowing better than to go against Yoongi, but Yoongi never tore his eyes away from you, they were burning into the front of your face while you tried your best to hide the tears that were springing to your eyes.

“Where’s your dad?! Huh?!” He yelled kneeling against the floor and looking at you, but you looked away from him not wanting him to see how much he’d hurt you.

“I asked you a fucking question!” He barked pulling your face forward to face him, your eyes were bloodshot and your cheek was bright red with a slight white mark from his hand print, the rings also leaving indents across your cheek.

“I don’t know, I’ve been here the whole time.” You stuttered out staring back into his eyes, wanting him to believe you but knowing he probably wouldn’t.

“You’re coming with me.” He grumbled pulling you up from the floor by your hair and hauling you through the living room and up the staircase towards his office on the second floor, the only time you’d been in there was the first night you came, you were shoved down onto your knees in front of his desk and the door slammed shut, you flinched a little and he came closer to you.

“Where is your scum bag of a father?” You looked up at him, too afraid to not look at him in case he hit you again, you racked your brain trying to think of all your dad’s hiding spots, places he went when he needed to escape from everything going on around him, when people came looking for him.

“Well!?” You looked down a the floor biting down on your lip before thinking of the one place he would always go.

“If he’s hiding he’s probably in the safe house he owns, it’s just outside of town, looks like a run-down farmhouse…he took me there a few times when he was on the run.” Yoongi stared at you, shocked that you would just give him information so easily without him having to pressure you like he did everyone else.

“He’s nothing but a dirty cheat who runs away when he has no other option…that’s probably why he gave me to you because he doesn’t care about me.” You continued to ramble on nervous as Yoongi hadn’t said anything, he leant back against the oak desk and ran his hand through his bleach blonde locks and you looked at him, his eyes were studying you as you tried desperately not to cry.

“Well you’re a bargaining chip now, if he doesn’t come out of hiding we’ll kill you.” You nodded in agreement with him, you knew not to question people in authority.

“With all due respect Sir…that won’t work, my father he’s never been the loving kind…he’ll keep playing you on saying he’s getting the money but he won’t…You can threaten my life all you want but you would have to threaten something more dear to him than me.” He looked at you dumbfounded for a second, you were just giving him everything he needed to know.

“What’s more dear to him than his daughter?” You resisted the urge to laugh at his question, and you looked at him, he was holding out his hand for you to take, you took it and he helped you stand, allowing you to sit down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, him still leaning against it.

“I would start with his men, they mean more to him than I ever could…or maybe the house, he has memories there of my mother before she ran off.” You cleared your throat, the tears that were once threatening to roll down your cheeks gone, the thoughts of being scared of him gone and replaced with the feeling of relief, he walked around to his side of the desk and began taking notes on what you were telling him, the names of your fathers men, the ones you hated most since they all hit you too but not telling him that, then where the address of the farmhouse was.

“You’ll come with me to the farmhouse, to prove something.” He stated, closing his notebook, the door to the office opened and in walked Hoseok who looked rather worried.

“Take her to her room, bring some food for her and make sure those books you’ve been collecting for her keep her entertained.” He said not looking in either of your directions as he turned to look out of the balcony window.

After threatening a lot of your father’s men your dad came out of hiding from the farmhouse, he took one look at you and knew you were to blame for Yoongi finding him. You were standing between Yoongi and two of his men, Namjoon and Jungkook who were both armed heavily, one wrong move and everything would be over, you knew your dad always carried and you’d warned them about it beforehand.

“You’re a little bitch! Couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you!? Just like your mother!” He screamed in your direction, you didn’t flinch like you would have done before if you were alone with him, instead, you stayed still looking at him as he pleaded to Yoongi not to kill any of his men or the burn the houses down.

“You’d rather save a bunch of men than your daughter?” Yoongi questioned walking closer to your dad and leaving you behind with Namjoon and Jungkook, you watched as Yoongi rolled up his blazer sleeves exposing more tattoos that you didn’t know he had.

“Yes…she’s nothing, just some silly little maid girl. I promised I would get the money but she will do until then right. That was the deal!” He yelled but Yoongi was shaking his head, he cracked his knuckles and you wondered what was about to happen.

“Family is everything.” He told your father walking around the back of him, your father on his knees watching Yoongi walk small circles around him.

“Family is more important than anything else in this world…you should cherish your daughter.” He whispered bending down to your dads’ ear and looking at you, he nodded and Namjoon and Jungkook pushed you to your knees, you screamed as a blade was pushed against your neck.

“Tell me again how she’s nothing to you.” Yoongi egged on, your father looked at you and you stared back at him with pleading eyes, begging for him to say something that would change your mind about what you thought of him all these years.

“She’s nothing.” He spat looking you dead in the eyes, Yoongi sucked on his teeth shaking his head and the blade was removed from your neck, you were yanked back up onto your feet and being moved back into the van.

“I’ll keep her as insurance, but your house and men are all on the line if I don’t get my money soon.” He barked at your dad who was now getting to his feet, you sat in the front of the van in the middle passenger seat in the front and watched as Yoongi climbed in next to you, Jungkook in the driver’s spot and Namjoon in the back.

It had been a month since that day with your father happened and things back at the Yoongi mansion had calmed down, you were allowed to roam freely around the house and gardens as long as you didn’t leave the gates without one of his men accompanying you, and you were allowed more books than before. You were treated less like a slave and more of a family member, it was nice. You finally felt as though you belonged somewhere, but things were getting weirder. Yoongi was accompanying you more and more places with another guard watching you, he’d even taken you to a gallery opening in town which he was funding but the rules were strict, you couldn’t leave his side, not once. Went to meals together out of the house, you had long conversations about your upbringing and your father and it felt as though you were getting along, no more abuse from him, no more forcing you to clean up or cook, you still did those things but it wasn’t forced upon you like it was before. You were even allowed to eat with them at the table, getting to know every single one of his men on a friendly basis.

You awoke one night during the week to a gunshot, you clutched the sheets around your body and looked around the room, you could have sworn blind the shot sounded as though it was right in front of you. You heard another two and you rushed out of the bed throwing the bedroom door open and racing down the stairs, you heard some men talking that you didn’t recognise and then another shot, you squealed holding your hand over your mouth to try and silence it, the voices turning into hushed tones now.

“That would be the maid, sticking her nose in business she doesn’t belong in.” You heard Yoongi snarl, you’d not heard him like that since the night you told him about your fathers’ hideouts, the door swung open a man you didn’t know dragged you inside by your hair dropping you in front of Yoongi who stared at you blankly then back to the man who was still holding your hair.

“She’s a maid? She looks old enough to be a loved one Yoongi…is this the one you’ve had accompanying you everywhere?” You stayed silent and Yoongi was smirking at the men, he looked down at you and shook his head, acting nonchalantly about the fact you were being pulled by your hair, then that’s when you noticed it, blood all over the carpeted floor, your eyes followed the pools and you saw two bodies lying there, one on top of the other. You weren’t scared by it, a little shocked yet but not scared. You’d seen and done worse yourself, remembering back to times when you had to kill someone who came after your dad and you in the process

“Maybe I should keep her seeing as though you took my best men?” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and you were pulled up and back into the man’s chest, him leaning down so close to your neck you could feel his breath with every word he spoke.

“Make her my little plaything, what do you think Yoongi?” The barrel of a gun was placed against your right temple.

“Maybe I’ll just kill her instead.” Yoongi continued to act as though he wasn’t bothered, or maybe it wasn’t an act. Maybe you’d read too much into the fact he was letting you have all the different types of freedom and taking you out with him.

“Do what you want, she’s nothing. I’ll get another maid in no time.” The man sniggered and the gun was lowered from your head, you stared down at the ground when you were suddenly pulled under the man’s arm and into a side hug.

“You’re coming home with me then doll face, we’ll get you all prettied up and I’ll show you a good time.” The gun was put away and you were being walked out of the office door, you looked back over your shoulder at Yoongi pleadingly but he was avoiding your gaze, staring at the blood puddles and worrying about how he was going to clean it up.

You were on the last step of the staircase when a gunshot rang through the air again the man next to you falling onto the floor with a loud thump, you stayed still too scared to move in case whoever shot him was going to shot, you next, it wasn’t until Jin came running into the hallway to see what was happening you realised Yoongi had shot the guy, you were relieved at first, he wasn’t going to just let you go, maybe you weren’t thinking it was all in your head, maybe he did care. You turned to look at him and he was pissed. Red in the face and staring you, the body by your feet was, being dragged away leaving nothing but a drag mark of blood.

“I told you! Never to come into my office!” He yelled coming down the stairs, you backed away from him hitting the front door and looking at him, he was closer to your now, so close that you could smell the mint chewing gum he had.

“I wasn’t in the office.” You whimpered, as he put the gun away in his pocket.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done!? You’ve just left us exposed! Everyone is going to think you’re some kind of weakness to me when you’re nothing but a silly little girl!” He yelled his hand raising and causing you to flinch but it didn’t come into contact with you, it reached into his pocket pulling out his phone.

“You couldn’t just do as you were told, could you?!” He screamed staring at you, you looked down at the ground.

“A weakness! Nothing but a stupid little girl!” He yelled in your face, that was it. You looked behind him and darted up the stairs, the front door heavily guarded but the one door that wasn’t was his office balcony door, you rushed inside climbing out of it and shimming down the drainpipe, you knew you wouldn’t have long to get out of the yard before Hoseok would spot you, you knew their schedule like the back of your hand, he was patrolling the front lawn so you had about three minutes to get out of the back gate and then try and find a way out of surrounding area.

“HOSEOK!” You heard Yoongi yell from the balcony as he watched you sprint towards the back gate, the back door opened and Jin stood there watching as you turned into a faster sprint, making it out of the gate and into the surrounding woods.

You’d been walking for what felt like hours when you heard something behind you, you looked over your shoulder and saw nothing, it was pitch black outside, of course, you saw nothing. You wrapped your arms around your chest, you were dressed in nothing but some thin pyjama’s, why did you do this? You should have just stayed at the house where it was warm. Another noise alerted you and your head snapped around to a light coming from behind you, you darted behind a tree and a car came closer, slowing down, you knew it wasn’t one of Yoongi’s cars or men so you watched as a figure got out of the car.

“You okay miss?” You studied the man for a few seconds, trying to determine if they could be trusted when you couldn’t tell you thought it would be best to leave him.

“Yes…just out for a midnight walk.” You lied, doing your best to sound convincing enough but the man came closer to you, you stepped back, standing on a twig and flinching.

“You don’t seem okay, you lost?” He questioned again, you bit down on your lip, wanting nothing more than to get into his car and be warm but you didn’t know who he was.

“I’m not lost, just walking. Clears my head.” Who would be out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night if they weren’t up to anything good?

“Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere nice and warm…we’ll get you a nice hot chocolate and you can warm up.” You shook your head, you knew he couldn’t see you but the way he was going on and on made you anxious.

“I should go back to my boyfriends’ house, he’s probably looking for me.” That’s when you heard it, someone calling out your name in the distance, both your head and the other man’s shot up to look in the direction it was coming from.

“Yoongi?!” You screamed out, praying for it to be him, you would gladly go back to him being mad than being stuck with a creepy man.

“Yoongi? The Yoongi? Interesting.” The man lunged for you, and you sprinted in the direction of Yoongi’s voice, he sounded angry still but you didn’t care, you needed out of there.

“Yoongi!” You squealed seeing him between some trees with a flashlight, the light was shone in your direction and you continued running when you heard a gunshot again, you wanted to cry out when you heard it, you were sick of hearing them tonight.

“Y/N?!” He yelled, all sense of anger gone from his mind and concern rushing through him as he saw you rushing towards him, you collapsed onto your knees in front of him, and the man from before came out from behind you.

“Yoongi…We finally meet.” He spoke, Yoongi’s eyes went from you to the man behind you, he stepped in front of you and took out his gun aiming it at the man.

“What do you want? I just killed off three of your men don’t think I won’t kill you as well.” He barked, Jin and Hoseok were running towards you now and you watched Yoongi as he protectively guarded you.

“So she is your weakness? She comes running out in the middle of the night and you come running after her?” Jin helped you to your feet and wrapped a blazer around your shivering body, Hoseok was now aiming his gun as well.

“Get the goons out of here, this is between us.” Jin and Hoseok took the look from Yoongi and left, leaving you behind. You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening when it happened, shots rang out of both guns, the man in front of you hitting the ground and blood flowing from his head and then Yoongi stumbling backwards, you stared at him and then your eyes met hole in his blazer with blood coming from it.

“JIN! HOSEOK!” You screamed as they weren’t that far away, they came rushing over and you nodded at the body.

“Deal with him, I’ll sort Yoongi out.” You cried, throwing his good arm over your shoulder and walking back with him to the house, he stayed in silence the whole walk.

He sat in his office chair while you dragged a stool to his side, you’d taken off his blazer and shirt to find the bullet had entered his arm missing anything major but still bleeding a lot.

“This might hurt.” You whispered taking the tweezers you’d sterilized and reached for the bullet inside his arm, he hissed and bit down onto his fist as you got it out.

“Hold still.” You ordered taking his arm and trying to look at it but he yelled out at you.

“If you hold still it won’t hurt as much!” You yelled at him, he shook his head.

“If you hadn’t have run away this wouldn’t have happened!” He argued back at you, you stood your ground.

“If you hadn’t scared or yelled at me I wouldn’t have run off!” He rolled his eyes and you did the same.

“You shouldn’t have been near the office.” You scoffed wiping the wound with the antiseptic wash and then grabbing and needle and thread.

“You need to learn to control your temper.” He scoffed back at you and you began sewing the small wound back together, he watched as you bit down on your lip to concentrate on what you were doing.

“Where did you learn to do this?” You shrugged your shoulders, he was calmer now more relaxed as you helped him.

“You know my father, he’s an alcoholic… I learnt to patch up myself and others.” You said giving no example as to what had been done to you in the past, only lifting your top to show the scar where your kidney was.

“Stabbed me because dinner wasn’t on time one night.” You answered letting it drop down and continuing your work, finally finishing and washing it with some more antiseptic wash.

“You don’t deserve that kind of treatment.” You took the bloody bandages and threw them into the fireplace, coming back over and wrapping his arm in some new ones.

“Life’s a bitch.” You said putting the stool away and cleaning up the first aid kit you’d been using.

“No.” He said taking hold of your wrist and stopping you from going anywhere, you looked at his hand and then up to his face, he looked genuinely concerned and you bit down on your lip.

“I know I haven’t been the greatest of people to you but…I want you to know I don’t mean to shout and scream…I just, I have anger issues and then watching him hold you like that earlier…it made me worse, seeing someone else touching you the way I want to, the way I’ve been working my way up to with taking you out.” You stared blankly at him, so it was true. You were his weakness.

“It made me-”

“Jealous?” You finished for him, he nodded sheepishly and you swallowed a lump that was forming in your throat from nerves.

“You don’t need to be jealous.” You whispered taking your spare hand and putting it on his cheek, he leaned into your hand and you smiled softly.

“I’m a bad guy…you shouldn’t care for me.” He reminded you, you stared at him, a small laugh wanting to escape your lips.

“I’ve grown up around worse than this…my father introduced me to this lifestyle a long time ago, if I didn’t have this it wouldn’t feel normal.” You whispered, he surprised you by pulling you down onto his lap, you were straddling him now, his left arm around your waist and his right injured one cupping your cheek making you look at him. You moved your head closer to him, he was frozen with both fear and excitement, you leant in and your foreheads rested against one another.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him, he frowned a little and you smiled softly although he couldn’t see you.

“For what?”

“Saving my life.” You leant down and connected your lips, in all the time you’d known him you never imagined how they would feel pressed up against your own, your brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout your entire body, you were addicted after just one small kiss, it was nothing like the books you had read described, it was something more, it was more passionate than anything anyone could ever try to describe into words. His hand moved from your cheek to around your waist to meet his other arm and he pulled you closer, hissing as his arm stung to move so much, you both pulled away and studied each other for a moment, you felt a blush deepen on your cheeks as he looked at you, the once rough and scary Yoongi, who was covered in piercings and tattoos, who killed people for fun was gone and sitting in his place was a softer and more gentle Yoongi who didn’t care about anything right now except you in his arms.

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Comforting Hugs and (platonic) kiss on the cheek. Min Yi falls and gets a boo boo so Huntsman has to Comfort her, much to his discomfort. Cause what you wrote with Uncle Goliath was adorable so now it's Uncle Huntsys turn. - Pixel Anon

Affection meme

4. Comforting hugs

8. Kisses on cheek

Whoops i tripped and it turned into feels how'd that happen

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Huntsman had never wanted kids. He didn’t like kids, he didn’t trust kids, Kids always seemed to be more of a pain than they were worth.

Which was why he wasn’t particularly excited when everyone found out that Syntax had a kid. Some little wannabe detective whom was barely old enough for grade school yet somehow believed she was capable of solving any mystery handed to her but still needed to hold hands with a grownup while crossing the street.

Another thing he didn’t like about kids, they didn’t even have the skills to back up their egos.

The only positive thing he could scrounge together about Syntax's Daughter for a long time was that she seemed to be a rather tough kid. Always tripping and falling and scraping herself up in ways he was (pretty sure) a lesser child would have stopped everything to cry about, brushing the dirt off of her clothes and going back to whatever she was doing. At times Syntax or her aunt needed to pull her away and tell her to bandage up her injuries first and she’d protest over it.

So he’d give her that. She was tough.

That in no way meant he was alright with babysitting just because he was the only one without any plans tonight.

He’d be completely fair and say that he expected it tpo be a quiet night. The brat was in between ‘mysteries’ and was quietly working on one of her arts and crafts projects. He’d figured they’d have no real reason to interact until she’d tell him it was about dinner time and they’d… order in or something, he didn’t know what kids liked to eat.

But that didn’t mean he was okay with it just happening to him to be stuck with the brat all night until Syntax got home from whatever tech-related insanity the Monkie Kid and his ilk had pulled him into.

Though when he heard a yelp of surprise and pain, he’d assumed it was something like, the little gremlin tripping on her own socks or something and falling face first onto the floor or whatever. So he didn’t give it any mind as he continued to sharpen his lucky blade.

Though he didn’t hear any grumbles of annoyance as she continued on with what she was doing, or even laughter at her own clumsy actions. Then she was a little blur of black hair and pink jacket as she darted from the kitchen area to the bathroom, passing by as quickly and quietly as possible.

Now… That was… probably something….

The bathroom door shut with a thud, but he could pick up on sniffling and upset whimpering noises among the sounds of bottles clattering, every so often punctuated by more yelps of pain.

Then he smelled burning. It was coming from the kitchen and sure enough there was a skillet that had fallen to the ground, and a pair of eggs half sprayed along the stovetop, some parts very quickly turning to charcoal.

What had happened put itself together rather quickly and he cursed under his breath at the idiocy of children.

When he returned to the bathroom the whimpering had ended and was replaced entirely with the sniffling, and the rummaging of bottles was replaced with the running of the faucet.

“What are ya doing in there?”

“Nothing!”

“Bull. Open the door kid.”

“It’s okay! I’m okay!”

“Open the door before I break it. Minyi.” The child’s name felt weird on his tongue, but she had to know he was serious.

There was a pause, and then the door creaked open. The kid stood there, moving her hand from the doorknob to wipe at her eyes, the other hand held behind her back.

“You’re really gonna be a stupid kid and hide it from me?”

She rocked back and forth on her heels, her glasses were missing, probably dropped them when she ran in here, so she couldn’t hide her face like she usually did.

After another long pause where Huntsman debated what sort of threat he could make to a six year old without her father finding out about it and finalizing those vivisection plans he was sure he had squirreled away somewhere but constantly denied, the brat relented and held out her hidden hand, and sure enough the sleeve was rolled up to the elbow and the outer side of her hand front he base of her pinky all the way down to her wrist was an angry red.

“Dumb kid.”

She whimpered again and a fresh set of tears began to bubble out of her eyes and he rolled his. “Sit down. I’m not risking your Aunt’s wrath by not patching you up after you did something stupid.” The kid quietly did as instructed and sat on the edge of the bathtub as he opened the medicine cabinet. The burn cream was far too high up for her to have been able to reach.

She had started to cry properly now… Stupid kids crying their eyes out over dumb things.

“Please don’t tell Daddy or Auntie.” she squeaked out when he finally crouched in front of her, holding out a hand for when her own was placed in his.

“Why? You scared of admitting you burned yourself trying to make your own dinner instead of being the rational and smart kid they both keep saying you are?”

The brat kept crying as he finished wrapping up the wound until the entire area was covered over her left hand.

“I can’t cause any problems…” That… gave him pause.

Sure kids want to be good. They might be little shits but they rarely WANT to be bad kids. So if she’d said that she ‘wanted to be a good girl’ or whatever that would have made sense. But… ‘cause problems’?

“What are you on about?”

“Daddy and Auntie have enough problems, and I can’t be one too!” she looked up at him then, sniffing pathetically and hair falling in her face at her vehemence “I gotta be no problems at all! Cuz Cuz… I’m a trooper! And clever, and a delight to have in class!”

….damn here he thought obsessive perfectionism wouldn’t kick in until teen years.

“You’re six years old is what you are.” UGH… he knew what adults were SUPPOSED to do around crying children.

Didn’t mean he had to like it.

Huntsman offered his hand to the kid again, and she didn’t hesitate before sliding her uninjured one into his. He tugged her forward, and she stumbled until her little body collided with his. And to keep her from escaping he placed his other hand on her back. “Who ever told you you ain’t allowed to be a damn kid, huh?”

“Nobody…”

“Kids don’t just pick up ‘delight to have in class’ from nowhere, I'm guessing it was a teacher?”

“No!”

“Then who's messing with the development of clan young? It’s been decades since this clan has had any young, and if our only child in thirty years has had her development messed with…” the kid let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“...Nobody has to… people are always sayin' stuff about how scary it is that me an’ Auntie are the only humans in our family… that you an’ Uncle Goliath eat people… That Daddy used to be handsome but now he’s just….i forget the word… The teachers wanna keep an eye on me, they keep saying that ‘demon behavior’ might rub off on me. And it’s stupid!” She pulled away to look at him again and she’d stopped crying, her face pinched in a pout. “It’s stupid cuz you an Uncle Goliath are super cool! And Daddy is Daddy! But they’re all scared and they shouldn’t be. But…” she looked away again and Huntsman took the opportunity to lift her into the air to steadily walk them back out into the living room. “But if I start bein’ a problem then they’re gonna think its your guys fault. It’s not, but they'll think it. And they're gonna do bad things cuz they’ll think they gotta and It’ll be my fault because I made problems and I can’t make problems!”

….huh….

“Maybe I should show those grownups how right they are about how dangerous I can be, if it upsets you that much.” The kid looked back up at him and he made sure to bear his fangs properly. She’d probably get scared too and he could remind her how he and Goliath were actually in fact quite dangerous, and while her father would never dream of hurting her, those ladies probably had the right idea, too.

And then the little shit laughed at him.

“You’re silly.” But just like that her mood was better. She leaned in and before he could tell her to buzz off or drop her she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for bandaging me Uncle Huntsman. But I messed up the eggs still so I gotta make another dinner.”

“If you really don’t wanna cause problems-” he dropped her, she landed on the couch harmlessly. “-Just tell the grownup in the room that you’re getting hungry. Don’t just assume you know what you’re doing.”

She fingered the bandages on her hand again when she sat down properly in the seat. “Okay. Sorry Uncle Huntsman.”

“Just because you don’t want to cause problems doesn’t mean you have to do everything yourself. You’re literally a child.”

“Okay Uncle Huntsman.”

“Now out on one of your damn movies while I see if there’s anything edible left in this place.”

“Okay!”

More rebound than a beach ball apparently, that kid. Observant too, if she could connect probably idle chatter that… either teachers or parents of friends… would whisper about to not only her and hers, but also deduce the danger of her family being considered ‘scary’ and what she should do to combat it (whether it was a good idea or not)

He wondered how many of those scrapes she acted like she didn’t even notice were just her putting on a brave face because being seen as weak was suddenly something she thought she couldn’t afford to do.

… Minyi really was a tough kid, wasn’t she?

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NEIGHBORS; jhs Oneshot (M)

Pairing(s): Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: A new family arrived in your neighborhood. You were determined to befriend their one and only son. You definitely weren’t ready for what the boy had in store for you.

Word Count: 9.6K+

Genre(s): ONESHOT! Mature (18+), Smut, bts AU (Boy Next Door Hoseok)

Caution(s): Slight dom!Reader, Slight dom!Hoseok, swearing, dry humping, lots of foreplay, oral (Y/N receives), oral (Hoseok receives), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

Author’s Note: We’re back _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

You were distraught.

Nothing in the world could ever replace your love for your ex-neighbor: Grandma Margaret. She wasn’t related to you in any way, but you still called her grandma. You’ll miss the cookies that she bakes exactly at 1:23 PM or the smiles she gives you whenever she sits on her front porch. For your twentieth birthday, she gave you her old vinyl player and you cried. Literally.

“Y/N, dear, I’m just a few houses down,” Margaret chuckled.

“I know, but neighbors are special,” you sniffled, placing your hand on your chest to add a dramatic effect.

She rolled her eyes at your actions, but you knew she was amused. It didn’t take very long for you to get along with her. She had a similar personality to yours―basically an older version of you.

“I’m still your neighbor, hon,” she spoke before taking a small sip from her tea.

“No! The point is, you ain’t next to me.”

The two of you sat on the chairs in the gazebo at the front of your house, casually conversing about what’s been going on. She informed you that your new neighbors should be coming in today and you whined, earning a small smack from her cane. Honestly, you’ll even miss getting whacked by her cane.

“Come walk me back. Enjoy my company while you can .”

Of course, you complied. You got up as you held out your arm for her to grab. Both of you managed to climb down the stairs before a moving truck drove past your house and parked on the vacant house’s driveway. You ignored the sound of doors slamming because you were too focused on bringing Margaret home, but for some reason, she wasn’t budging.

“You should welcome your new neighbors, Y/N.”

You looked at her with pleading eyes, hinting that you really don’t want to meet new people just yet. You still had to leave time to mope about not seeing her as much as you want to. She threateningly raised her cane; which caused you to raise your hands in defeat. You jogged towards the opened cargo and saw two men lifting a couch out of the vehicle. Not wanting to distract them, you waited until they placed the heavy object down at the bottom of the ramp.

“Hello, I’m Y/N L/N! Your neighbor on the right-hand side,” you greeted, trying to seem as cheery as possible.

You looked over at Margaret, who was eyeing you and gave her the thumbs up. You’re only doing this for her in all honesty. It’s not like you’re going to experience a whole ‘boy next door’ type of thing. Those things only exist in movies. Right?

“Ah! Hi there! I’m Jung Junsu and this is my son, Hoseok,” the older looking male draped his arms over Hoseok, who had trouble making eye contact with you.

He was shy, but it didn’t bother you at all. In fact, it made you more curious about the male. Once he finally lifted his head up to look at you, he flashed you a shy yet bright smile. You swore that your heart fell out of your chest. He’s a good looking guy and you weren’t prepared for this moment since you were currently wearing your favorite Kookie slippers.

“Jung Hoseok. Hope we can be friends,” he spoke, slightly bowing his head.

“The feeling is mutual,” you beamed. “Do you guys need help? I just need to walk Granny back to her home; so, I’ll be able to lend a hand right after.”

“Actually, we’d appreciate that. My wife needs a hand with the kitchen utensils.”

“No problem. I’ll be back soon.”

You quickly ran back to Margaret, who was fiddling with her cane. You told her what had happened and she was pleased. She mentioned Hoseok and you couldn’t stop babbling about how cute he was and how his smile nearly blinded you. Both of you finally reached her new home, giving her a long hug before you left to help your new neighbors.

“And here’s when Hoseok dressed himself up for the first time,” Mrs. Jung smiled fondly as she pointed at the young boy in the photo album.

You almost cooed at the photo. He was wearing blue jeans and a bright yellow shirt with mixed-match shoes. You could see how proud he must have felt by the way he was posing in the photo.

“Oh! Let me show you when he took a bath and he-”

“Mom! I think she’s seen enough,” Hoseok snatched the photo book before she could lay her hands on it.

The pink tint on his cheeks was evident and you let out a soft chuckle. His mom rolled her eyes but spared him the embarrassment for the day.

“Just come after your classes and I’ll show it to you, Y/N,” she winked as she got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen, but she halted in her steps. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”

You looked at the clock and jumped from your seat. You were so immersed in helping their family that you completely lost track of time. It was already a couple of minutes past seven. The skies were dark and the stars were coming out. Is your mom gonna lecture your ass? Yes. Was it worth it? Hell yeah.

“I’m sorry, maybe next time? My mom is gonna kill me for not being home the whole day without letting her know,” you couldn’t help but bow since you knew it was an appropriate way to show how apologetic you were.

“Of course! You’re welcomed here anytime, Y/N,” she turned back towards you and gave you a hug; which you reciprocated. “You were a big help today, you must let us thank you someday.”

You almost wanted to cry at how welcoming and friendly the family was. They’ll never replace Grandma Margaret, but you definitely don’t mind them. You quickly bidded goodbye to Junsu before leaving their house. Hoseok, being the gentleman, walked you to the door. You slipped on your slippers and without thought, you hugged him goodbye. He froze on the spot, unclear of what to do; so he patted your back. You weren’t offended at the gesture. In fact, you found it amusing at how unsure he seemed.

“I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor,” you smiled, before making your way towards your house.

Once you reached your door, you turned back to make sure he headed back inside. Much to your surprise, he was standing by the van with his arms crossed over his chest. He wanted to make sure you reached your doorstep safely. Your eyes locked with one another and he shyly waved at you before he jogged back to his door. You heard his door slam and that was your cue to head in.

What a nice fucking guy.

Just after one meeting, you were already swooned by Jung Hoseok.

School.

You dreaded school.

Just the word school, made you want to throw yourself off a cliff, but that’s not the point. The real question is whether Hoseok is attending your school or not. A small part of you hoped he would be.

Okay, maybe a big part of you hoped.

Just to be clear, you don’t have feelings for the male. You’re simply curious and you wanted to know more about him. You already set a goal for yourself: befriend Jung Hoseok. It doesn’t seem impossible since you’ve already earned the trust of his family. You just needed him to trust you.

You followed your morning ritual: brushed your teeth, washed your face, and combing your hair. Of course, you had to check the weather for today. That’s crucial because you didn’t want to make the same mistake again when you wore a sweater in ninety-degree weather. You unlocked your phone and tapped on the weather app.

“Sunny,” you read out loud.

You were hoping to wear one of your hoodies, but the weather has spoken. You grabbed some jean shorts from your closet and threw on a shirt. The boys at your school didn’t really catch your eye; so, there wasn’t really anybody to impress. Before you head to the kitchen, you wanted a small amount of sunlight to light up your room. You walked towards the curtains and pushed them apart a tiny bit.

“There ya g―Shit!”

You jumped at the sight of Mr. Jung on the other side of the window. Thankfully, he was just talking to his wife. Nothing more than that. You recollected yourself, finally walking out of the room.

It’s only in the movies. Hoseok’s room wouldn’t be the one adjacent to yours. What did you expect?

“Spill. Hot neighbor or not?”

You looked at your best friend with confusion. She literally appeared out of nowhere and sat in the seat next to you while you were just trying to enjoy your snack before the professor walks in.

“What are yo―oh, you mean the Jung’s?”

“Judging by the last name, I’ll take that as a yes,” F/N concluded as she nodded her head.

“He’s cute,” you continued. “I wouldn’t say hot.”

“Just wait.”

Sometimes you questioned her intuition, but you decided to let it go. Hoseok is cute. He is literal sunshine. He has a smile that makes you want to coo at him, not devour his mouth. You decided that he was adorable, not hot. Nothing more, nothing less.

“How’s the progress with your boy, Min Yoongi?” You smirked.

“It’s getting…somewhere?”

“And?”

“We’re getting coffee during our two-hour break in between class,” she explained as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Bro. Just ask him out already.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.”

You scoffed at her comment. The professor finally arrived and you were already falling asleep thirty minutes into the session. You looked over at your best friend, who was watching a movie on her laptop. She looked at you and winked before focusing back on her screen. Instead of doing the same, you decided to leave class to go for a stroll.

The campus was practically empty. You enjoyed the peace and quiet for once. Sometimes the place was loud and bustling with fellow students, but not this time. Placing your earphones into your ears, you continued to walk down the concrete path. Your eyes were too focused on the ground and you didn’t notice somebody walking right into your lane. You two bumped shoulders and you turned to see who it was. 

Hoseok.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t see whe—oh, hello.”

“Hey there, neighbor. You lost?” You asked cooly.

“How did yo—“

“You’re the only person I’ve seen on campus right now. Meaning, everyone’s in class and you’re not.”

“What about you?” He asked, beet red.

“Taking a leisurely stroll, thank you very much.”

He grunted at your answer, but he seemed conflicted. You couldn’t let a lonely person roam aimlessly around campus.

“What’s the room number?” You questioned.

“Oh, um, H-208.”

“Come, come, I shall take you there!”

You began to walk towards the room and he hurriedly followed behind you. The silence between you two was steadily increasing the awkward tension.

“What class is this?” You asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Dance,” he answered right away.

This piqued your interest. A boy who dances? Oh man, that’s like wishing on a shooting star: rare as fuck.

“That’s really cool, not a lot of guys do that nowadays.”

“I’m really passionate about it. I enjoy hip-hop the most.”

The two of you easily conversed with one another. You guys would jump from topic to topic and there was a lack of silence. You were relieved at how quickly he opened up to you. Mentally, you pat yourself on the back. Sadly, the conversation had to come to an end as the two of you reached the entrance of his class.

“Here’s your stop.”

“Thanks a lot, I owe you one.”

“Ahh, it’s no big deal,” you shrugged. “I gotta head back to class now. I’ve been gone for thirty minutes already.”

You turned your heels and began heading back towards your class. You heard a voice, so you turned back around to see who it was.

“Y-You’re fun to talk to and thanks for keeping me company,” he smiled before pushing the door open.

Thump.

“Well, shit.”

“And I said, you need some sugar for your coffee? Because I’m what you need,” your best friend explained.

“You have balls.”

“I’m deter—oh wow, he got some looks.”

You looked to see who your best friend was talking about.

It was Hoseok, leaning against the building while his attention was on his phone. Your best friend wasn’t wrong. You’re surprised that you didn’t notice his black button-up rolled halfway up his forearm or his black skinny jeans that showed off his muscular legs. How could you have missed the important part of his being?

His long wavy hair that fits him so damn perfectly.

Hot damn.

“Hot damn is right.”

“Oh fuck, I said that out loud?”

“Loud and clear,” F/N laughed. “You said he was cute. Now I call bullshit.”

“How’d you know that’s Hoseok?”

“I didn’t, but now I do~!”

You wanted to smack your damn forehead. The two of you kept bickering, but mostly her making fun of your crush for Hoseok.

Wait.

No, it’s definitely not a crush. He’s just a good looking guy who has a heart of gold. You were too busy trying to convince yourself that you don’t like Hoseok to the point where you didn’t notice him walking towards you two. F/N had to smack you out of your thoughts and you were ready to smack her back until you finally noticed him. You immediately put your fist down and smiled at him.

“Y/N! I was waiting for you,” he beamed.

“He was fucking waiting for you,” F/N whispered in your ear; which resulted in your hand colliding with her arm.

“Oh? What for?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“I thought we should walk home together. It would be nice to have someone to talk to,” he offered.

“Take her, please,” F/N pushed you towards him. “I love you, text me when you get home.”

With that, she ran away at the speed of light. Curse her and her running skills. You looked at him while he looked right back at you. How did you not notice his deep brown eyes or his jawline that could slice an iron bar? Okay, exaggerating, but it really seems like it’s possible. Especially for him. Don’t you just hate when friends point out something that you’ve been missing this whole time?

“Ready when you are,” he spoke up.

You nodded and led the way.

“You should come over for dinner later,” he suggested.

Both of you were standing by your front door. His suggestion nearly threw you off, but you definitely weren’t against the idea because you’d be stupid for rejecting free food. Specifically, Korean food.

“Maybe! I gotta ask my mom first,” you answered back.

You swore you saw his smile faltered for a second, but you decided to brush it off and not question it. He watched as you unlocked the door to your house. You couldn’t help but feel nervous. Your heart was beating fast and you didn’t know why. You finally managed to get the door open, so you turned towards him and waved before heading inside.

“W-Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s exchange numbers, so um, you can text me if you decide to join us.”

You blinked once, then you blink twice because you had to process what he just told you. He wanted your number and you weren’t sure about how to handle that. If you get his number, then you can text him anytime you want. Unless he only texts for dinner purposes only. Once again, you tried not to think too much about it. It’s not like you were excited or anything. It’s just a number.

“Yeah, sure,” you said cooly, trying to hide your excitement.

He handed you his phone and you did the same. You both typed in your phone numbers and gave back the devices. You would hug him to bid him goodbye, but after your best friend pointed out how handsome he was, you hesitated. Your heart was doing flips in your chest, but you’re sure it’s not because you have a crush on him. It’s only because he’s a good looking man. Right?

“Make sure to text me,” he spoke up as he pulled you into a hug.

“Y-Yeah, of course.”

He pulled away and headed back to his house. You finally stepped inside your house and ran to your room. Tossing your backpack aside, you sat at your desk and contemplated whether you should join the Jung’s for dinner or not. The sunlight was blinding your eye, so you got up to shut the blinds. Just as you were about to do so, you saw a figure through the other window.

You expected to see the older male on the other side, but you actually saw Hoseok. Not that you had in issue with that. You thought of waving at Hoseok, but that would be creepy because it would look like you were watching him this whole time. Technically, you’re doing that right now. Just as you were about to shut the blinds, you swore you only blinked for a second and his shirt disappeared from his body.

Oh my- fuck.

Your mouth hung open at the sight. The man got a body. He’s so toned that you could just cry. It was pretty clear that God was biased and Hoseok was his favorite, so he gave him the good shit. You weren’t complaining though because you’re satisfied with being his friend.

But do you truly just want to be friends?

The sound of your phone vibrating snapped you out of your thoughts. You picked up the device to check who it was, but it was an unknown number. That piqued your curiosity. Unlocking your phone, you immediately hit the text app and opened the message.

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Sunshine

Hello

You

Did you put yourself as Sunshine?

Sunshine

Yes…

But will you be joining us for dinner?

You

Will the moon and planets be there??

Sunshine

They’re busy

You’re invited to eat with the Jung family

(:

You

I accept, Sunshine

Sunshine

:D

You squealed when he sent that smiley face. That’s so fucking cute. Hoseok’s bright smile was the only thing you could imagine now. You realized you didn’t even ask your mom, but you knew she’d understand. When it came to good looking men, she’s the best wing women out there. In reality, she was sick and tired of your single ass life. What a supportive woman.

Without thought, you grabbed the nearest shirt and changed out of your current one. No one cares about the bottoms, so you just kept on the same shorts that you wore to school earlier. You left the room to inform your mom about your plans. Closing the blinds completely slipped your mind.

You’ve been standing in front of the door for a solid ten minutes now. You didn’t really understand why you became nervous all of a sudden. Literally, a couple of days ago you were fine and comfortable with the family, yet here you are at their doorstep, refusing to push the doorbell. The parents were friendly. The atmosphere was great. They were great. You’re just overthinking. It couldn’t be Hoseok making you feel this way because you’ve only known him for a while. It’s not like you saw him shirtless or anything.

You counted to five and forced yourself to push the button. The sound of the bell echoed through your ears. You waited a couple of seconds and the door flew open, revealing a disheveled Hoseok. Since when did messy hair and heavy breathing look so good on a man?

“Hello, please come in.”

You thanked him and let yourself in. The house was more organized and lively compared to scattered boxes and unbuilt furniture. He led you to the dining room and you saw his parents together in the kitchen chatting.

“Finally! It’s so nice to see you again,” Mrs. Jung beamed.

“Hope you’ve been well,” Mr. Jung nodded.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you smiled.

The four of you gathered in the dining room and sat. Each of them talked about their day. You were fond of the close bond the family shared. Not saying you don’t share that with your family, but it’s nice to see families go through the same thing.

“What do you think of Hoseok, Y/N?” his mother asked.

You nearly choked on your food and ended up having a coughing fit. That question nearly killed you.

“O-Oh, uh, your son is great,” you finally spoke. “Quite the gentleman.”

“Mom, what the he-”

“Barbara’s daughter is single,” she interrupted. “You can thank me later.”

You felt your stomach churn. You could even say that you felt sick.

“I think you two would be a cute couple,” she finished. “Y/N is too good for you anyways.”

This time you nearly fell off your chair. You appreciate the compliment, but never in your life did you think she would ever say that. If anything, you thought Hoseok was too good for you.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you spoke.

“Oh stop, it true. It’s rare to find a girl who helps a family moving in.”

“Well―”

“And you showed Hoseok around the school,” Junsu mentioned.

Wait. If they knew about that, then that means Hoseok talks about you to his parents. You felt some pride swell up in your chest, but he was probably just being nice. Remember, you totally don’t have a crush on your neighbor. Man, your life is a literal movie.

“I think your son is great in his own ways.”

Now all eyes were on you. You felt your face heat up, but you just had to get that off your chest. It wasn’t a lie, you really did think he’s an amazing guy, despite only knowing him for a short period. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one who was red. Hoseok was a tomato.

“You guys shou―”

“And I think Y/N wants to go home! Isn’t that right?” Hoseok explained as he jumped from his seat.

“Y-Yeah, it’s getting late,” you said as you got up from your seat.

You quickly placed your dirty dish into the sink and hugged his parents goodbye before rushing out of the dining room. What the fuck is going on? What the hell just happened?

Once the two of you were alone by the front door, you let out a nervous laugh.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he apologized.

“It’s not a problem. Honestly, my mom is always trying to set me up too.”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was you,” he mumbled.

You didn’t quite catch that, but he’s been through enough for the day. He opened the door for you and you both stepped outside. The stars were out and the moon was a lot brighter today. You were so immersed with the sight. He looked over at you and saw the eyes reflect in your eyes.

Snap.

Ever since your dinner with The Jung’s, you became a lot closer to Hoseok. He would walk with you to and from school, joined you for lunch with your best friend and Yoongi, and he would even come in for dinner. To say that your mom loved him was an understatement. When he wasn’t around, she would call him son-in-law.

You learned many things about the male. He’s a talented artist in many places. Photography, dance, drawing, and more. You were envious of his talent. The little things he did for you would bring a smile to your face. He would send you a good morning text or give you a hug whenever you two depart ways.

Remember how you said you wouldn’t catch feelings?

Too fucking late.

You were in too deep and it was starting to put you in an emotional rollercoaster. Having crushes are fun, but tiring. You have something to look forward to, but when they don’t do something you expect, you can’t help but feel a little sad. Although your friendship with Hoseok was blooming, so was his popularity.

Ever since he won his first dance competition―which he gave you backstage passes―his name spread like wildfire. Nearly every single person knew the name Jung Hoseok. You had to fight off a lot of girls just to be able to meet with him after your classes.

There was a day where you felt sad because you were thinking about Hoseok leaving you for new people. He noticed your saddened mood, so he pulled you off to the side and looked you in the eyes.

No matter who I’m with or where I am, you’ll always be the first person I think of

Ever since he said those words to you, he couldn’t stay off your mind. At this point, it was driving you crazy. Your heart was hurting for Hoseok and you chose to suffer through it.

“Dude, you look lovesick,” F/N blurted out.

You were literally just minding your own business.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna call Hos-”

“Don’t you dare,” you threatened; which earned a sigh from your best friend.

“You look miserable,” Yoongi spoke.

The two of you didn’t notice him coming until he sat down next to F/N and said those words. She squealed in excitement and clung onto his arms while resting her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, not helping, fucking love birds,” you muttered.

“Then do something about it instead of moping around.”

You were about to fight Yoongi, but someone sat next to you; which startled you a bit.

“Do something about what?” Hoseok questioned.

“N-Nothing,” you breathed. “Ah look at the time! Gotta go!”

You got up from your seat and left the area. You couldn’t be around Hoseok because your feelings were becoming unbearable. Just being near him was torture. You wish you could kiss his soft lips and be encased by his strong arms, but sadly, this is reality and you needed to get out of your fantasy land.  

(1) New message

Sunshine

Did you go home without me??

):

You

I wasn’t feeling well, sorry.

Sunshine

Feel better (:

You

Thanks.

It was only four o’clock and you didn’t know what to do. Usually, you were still with Hoseok around this time and it felt odd that you were home early. Even your mom questioned why you were back already, but you only grunted in response before shutting the door of your room. You decided to stare at the ceiling until you drifted off into sleep.

You woke up. You look out your window and saw how dark it was outside. Sadly, you didn’t have any notifications on your phone, specifically none from Hoseok, but you didn’t blame him. You did respond to him monotonously and straight out sounded uninterested. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to text you.

Despite taking a nap, you still felt tired. Maybe it was your emotions weighing you down. Honestly, you didn’t really have the motivation for anything; which sucked ass. You couldn’t help but feel like Hoseok deserved an explanation for your recent actions. Could you even bring yourself to send him a text?

Frustrated, you got up from your comfy bed and went into the kitchen to drink some water. You couldn’t help but wonder what Hoseok was up to right now.

Now's not the time to think about him, Y/N.

You let out a sigh and wished that your feelings would fade. You could literally have a normal and happy friendship with him, but your heart says otherwise. Self-blame won’t get you anywhere though. Maybe if you just outright tell him, you could get over this stupid phase. You prepared yourself for the worse.

So, here you are, sitting on your bed at nine 9:34 PM, conjuring up ideas of how to approach the situation.

(1) New message

You

Hey, look out your window real quick

Sunshine

?

Your heart was beating uncontrollably as you held up the sign that said: I like you a lot. You hid your face behind the white cardboard, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment. A bunch of scenarios played through your head, but you only focused on a specific one: rejection. At one point you felt like you couldn’t breathe because all these emotions were overwhelming, but it is what it is. On the bright side, you got something off your chest. It won’t be eating you up as bad anymore.

You looked passed your board to see if he was still looking at you, but he wasn’t standing by his window anymore. You placed the board on your desk and jogged back to your window. To get a better glimpse, you pulled up the blinds and slid your window open. You poked your head out. Much to your disappointment, he wasn’t there at all. In fact, it made you a little angry. It felt like he ignored you.

You were about to shut your window until something grabbed your hand. Fight mode kicked in real fast, so you readied your fist.

“W-wait!” the person panicked. “I-it’s me, Hoseok!”

You lowered your fist down but yanked your hand away from his. You couldn’t risk falling any deeper than you are right now. Hoseok saddened a little at your action, but he wanted to get straight to the point.

“If you’re here to reject me, I would’ve been fine with a text,” you mumbled. “I appreciate that you came all this way to-”

“That’s not why I’m here,” he interrupted. “C-Can I come in?”

You looked at him with conflict. Is he trying to rub salt on the wound? You moved aside to let him climb through your window. Your arms were crossed above your chest because you were on guard. You refuse to let your heart take any more hits. He stood by your window, fiddling with his fingers as if he was struggling to find the right words. Silence filled the room.

“Well?” You asked, breaking the tension.

He looked at you straight in the eye and stood up straight.

“W-Well, I don’t really know how to say this…”

“As I said if it’s re-”

“No! P-Please, give me a moment.”

You saw how desperate he seemed, so you walked over to your bed and patted the space next to you. You felt bad for being cold, so you want to try to help him feel as comfortable as possible. He hesitated but ended up plopping beside you with his whole body facing you. You waited until he was ready. Sometimes you forget that confessions can be troubling for both parties.

“When I first met you, you offered to help my family,” he spoke up. “You didn’t know who we were, yet you still offered.”

Honestly, you didn’t know where he was trying to go with this, but you didn’t interrupt him. You listened intently.

“To be honest, I was shocked by your kindness. You also helped me at school, let me join your friend group, and kept me company whenever we went home.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’m just a nice person.”

“No, you’re more than that,” he butted in. “You think about others without a second thought. At one point, I admired you.”

Now you were blushing. Your mouth was agape because you didn’t think he viewed you in the light. Either way, you didn’t want hopes to shoot through the roof, so you kept your expectations low.

“And well…” he paused; which left you on edge. “The admiration turned into something more.”

“Damn, I knew it,” you sighed.

“Y-You do?”

“Yeah, you want to be best friends. Is this what it’s like to be friend-zoned?”

“No!”

He was getting frustrated and you were flat out confused. You thought you pieced

everything together. Okay, no more jumping to conclusions. You kept your mouth shut and waited for him to formulate his words.

“I admire you,” he continued. “You make me want to be a better person for you.”

Thump.

“I-I wanted to be there for you and when you were sad that one time, you said you were scared I would leave you, something broke inside of me. I wanted to protect you.”

Thump.

“This whole time, I thought was fine with just being your friend, but I was wrong. I’m really selfish.”

Thump. Thump.

“Eventually, I found myself wanting more. I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Wha-”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“No fucking way, you lyin’,” you were in complete disbelief.

This all sounds too good to be true.

“I’m being serious,” he said sternly.

You didn’t know how to respond. You prepared yourself for rejection, but instead, you get the complete opposite. He never broke eye contact with you, but you could see that he was getting nervous again. You weren’t responding and he began to worry.

“I know you feel the same way, Y/N,” he whispered, smiling.

Now you’re getting flustered. You can’t run away in your own house. Hoseok felt confident. You both shared the same feelings and nothing can stop you two now. Nothing could go wrong at this point.

“Yeah, so?” you huffed. “You want a kiss as a reward or something?”

“Yeah, actually,” he smirked.

Curse you and your fucking mouth. Putting you in places that you don’t want to be in. Well, you don’t mind kissing him though. It’s not like you’ve always wanted to anyways. He turned his body towards you, so you scooted closer to him and made eye contact with him before looking down at his lips. Since when were they so…pink?

“I’m waiting.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but it helped get rid of some of that nervous feeling that welled up in your stomach. Thankfully, his eyes were closed. It would’ve been so awkward if they were staring right at you. He was bouncing in his spot because you could feel the bed shake a bit. You didn’t want to keep the male waiting, so you inched closer and closer. His looks were a bit intimidating up close.

“You can’t back out now,” you warned.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he answered back.

Here goes nothing.

You cupped his face and stared right at his lips. You found it cute that he leaned into your hand a little. He wanted to cherish you as much as you wanted to cherish him. Despite all the stalling you’ve been doing, he was enjoying every single second. All that mattered to him was that you’re there. This isn’t a dream, but it’s reality.

Bringing your face closer to his, you felt his breath hit your lips. He could feel your presence close to his own; which caused his heart rate to increase dramatically. If only you knew how much you meant to him and how badly he’s always wanted for this moment to happen. You both drove each other crazy.

The softness of his lips touched your own. At first, you held your breath in for a second, but you manage to relax into it. What you thought would be a simple peck, turned into open-mouth kisses. As the kisses became more intense, you moved your hands from his face to the back of his neck. He wanted you to be as close as possible, so he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The kisses you two shared proved how desperately both of you wanted this by the way you held each other.

Just as the two of you were about to pull away from each other, he bit the bottom of your lip and sucked it lightly. He looked at you with lust in his eyes. It was almost scary. But in a sexy way. You could almost feel how much he wanted you, but you wanted to settle down everything between the two of you.

“So…” you trailed off. “What are we now then?”

“Let me ask you out properly before we become official.”

“It doesn’t have to be special.”

“I want it to memorable.”

You felt the heat rise up in your cheeks. Hoseok was determined to make you feel special and he was willing to do as much as he can to prove how much you mean to him. No one has ever bothered to put that much effort into you, let alone being unofficial. Your body moved on its own, and you found yourself embracing him in your arms.  

The weather was sunny, you felt great, and everything was real. Yesterday wasn’t a dream and you realized that the moment you pinched yourself after waking up. Hoseok also sent you a good morning text with hearts surrounding the message. For once, you were having a good morning. The smell of breakfast made your day even better considering how you napped through dinner last night. The table was laid with piles of food and your mouth was watering.

“What’s with the smile on your face?” Your mom asked. “It’s unusual.”

“Don’t wof-ry abou- et,” you struggled to say with waffles stuffed in your mouth.  

“It has to do with Hoseok, huh?” she was eyeing you now.

“Look at the time! Gotta get to class, bye!”

Never have you ran so fast out of your house. The news between you and Hoseok needed to wait because technically, you two aren’t official. Yet. The thought about you two being together, gave you butterflies in your stomach. Right as you locked the front door of your house, Hoseok was already standing in front of your house with coffee in both his hands. He was smiling right at you and you felt the world get brighter.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he beamed. “I got you a little gift.”

“O-Oh! Thank you,” you smiled as you happily took the beverage from his hand.

Walking to school was enjoyable with Hoseok holding your hand and coffee in the other hand. As soon as you got to school, people kept staring, but you were unbothered because all that mattered was that you had him. He was smiling through the stares, but his eyes were mostly on you.

He walked you to your first class and his lips touched your cheek. You waved to him as he headed to his own class. As you sat in your seat, you were ambushed by your best friend once again.

“Bitch! I saw that!” she exclaimed while pointing her index finger at you. She didn’t even bother to sit at her desk. Instead, she stood right in front of you, waiting for an explanation.

“Saw what?”

“Ah! Don’t play dumb,” she countered. “Give me the deets.”

As much as you love your best friend, she can be loud at times because now a majority of the class was looking at you two. You gestured her to lean in closer, so she did. Instead of telling her, you grabbed her ear and told her that you’ll tell her after class. Once you let go, she eyed you while taking her seat next to you. You noticed how her leg was shaking; which you knew meant she was excited.

“So you’re telling me that you pulled a Taylor Swift and it worked?” F/N asked bewilderedly.

You laughed at your best friend's reaction.

“That’s all I gotta say.”

“Honestly, say no more,” she nodded approvingly.  

Dinner was amazing and you still couldn’t believe that Hoseok set it up all by himself, despite your mom wanting to help. The smile on your face wouldn’t go away. You wish you could live this moment forever, but you were grateful that you got to experience it. Hoseok felt accomplished the moment your eyes lit up. He knew that he wanted to make you happy from this moment on.

He led you to your room, ready to watch something on youtube. He already brought extra clothes for himself to get comfortable in. Without a warning, he took off his shirt and you could see the defined lines of his abs. You didn’t realize you were staring until he waved his hand in front of you. Embarrassed, you grabbed a t-shirt, some pajama shorts, and ran to the bathroom without making any eye contact with him. The last thing you heard was him chuckling.

After regaining your posture and successfully changing into comfy clothes, you managed to exit the bathroom with ease. Hoseok was already settled in your bed with his back against the bed frame with his attention on his phone. Who could have known a guy could look so good in a plain white tee and sweats. You hopped on your bed and snuggled into your blankets before taking your laptop and putting on some music. You tried to stay cool despite there being a hot man next to you on your bed. It was pretty exciting.

“I wanna show you a video,” Hoseok spoke up.

You looked up from your phone and leaned closer to him. Instead of playing the video, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled your closer. The heat traveled up to your cheeks and you looked up at him.

“Sorry, it was the only way I could pull you closer to me,” he smiled.

Well fuck.

As he unlocked his phone, you noticed his wallpaper. The person on his phone looked familiar and he saw you staring at his screen.

“When did you take this?” You asked.

“Remembered the first time you came over for dinner? You were looking at the stars and I couldn’t help myself. I had to capture the moment where heaven couldn’t match your beauty.”

He finally played a video of an idol group dancing, but your thoughts were racing through your head. You tried to calm your heart by taking a deep breath; instead, you got a whiff of his cologne. Oh, boy did that shit smell amazing. Without realizing it, your face was practically buried in his chest.

“It’s Kalvin Clein,” he spoke up as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“You can’t call me out like that,” you mumbled.

“As your boyfriend, yeah I can,” he chuckled.

There were butterflies in your stomach. He can’t just say that term so casually. Your heart and soul wasn’t ready for that. You ended up snuggling closer to him and placing your legs on top of his. Now you could see the screen of his phone more clearly, but this time, someone else was having trouble focusing on the video. His body stiffened, but you paid no attention to the subtle action. Hoseok never showed any interest in certain things. Especially the explicit ones. Then again, you both never tried anything.

We’ve never even had sex.

“W-We can if you want.”

“Did I say that out―oh my god,” you wheezed.

You’re totally not embarrassed at all. Blame your hormones. Speaking your mind has been putting you in deep shit.

“I-I mean we can, but I understand if you do-”

“I do, I really do…” he paused. “I was just going at your pace.”

This man is so fucking considerate that it hurts your soul, but that’s not the only thing that’s hurting. Your need for him is more painful.

“That’s hot.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Fuck it.”

You grabbed his phone out of his hand and gently put it on the nightstand. As much as you love being in his arms, you sat up and straddled him. Honestly, you had nothing to lose at this point. You two were officially already and it’s too late to back out now.

He looked at you with wide eyes, still comprehending what just happened. You didn’t wait for him to make a move, so you began to grind down on his cock. His eyes rolled back as he hissed through his teeth. You felt his hands wrap around your hips eagerly, encouraging you to slowly pace yourself back and forth. They gripped tighter as you continued to rub your womanhood onto his member. You could tell that he was holding back his moans in the back of his throat by the way his breathing was unsteady.

“Let me hear you,” Y/N whispered.

You dipped your face into the crane of his neck and kissed him sweetly.

Hoseok looked at the way you rode him, causing his head to throw back with excitement. Finally, he let himself go and let out his stifled moans.

“Keep going,” he sighed, eyes still closed from the undeniable pleasure.

With his size growing in his gray sweatpants, your center became damper alongside him. You two were in sync as the sounds escaped both of your mouths; which then led your hands to trail down his torso, taking the hem of his white t-shirt and tugging it up. Instinctively, Hoseok took your sign and took off his top to toss it onto the floor. You let out a hum of amusement. Before, you had only gotten a chance to see it, but now you had your hands roaming all over his toned body.

“Your turn,” he spoke, mimicking your last action.

You smirked, eyeing the way his fingers fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. But just as you were about to take initiative, he began peeling your own piece of clothing and tossed to the floor as well. You could hear him swearing to himself. Letting out a soft moan, you took your index finger to drag his eyes to yours. He showcased a lovely; yet, lazy smile. With his hair nearly covering his eyes though, you pouted. You wanted to see his gaze meet yours, and that’s exactly what you did. Your fingers pushed his long bangs back, only urging you to kiss him once again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hoseok murmured against your lips.

All you could do was smile in return. You were flattered above anyone else at that moment. Your riding had increased, but his strong hands stopped you for a few seconds. He didn’t have to say much as that point, but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Knowing he heard you, he also chuckled. All you could think was, goddamn.

It only took a second for Hoseok to flip both of you over. Now that he was on top, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, then trailing a handful of wet kisses down your neck, between your breasts, and stopping just above the waistband of your shorts. Your moans were constant; even though you had some moments when you wanted to stop yourself from becoming so vulnerable. His doe-like eyes peered up at you, catching each other’s attention while his lips were still pressed against your sensitive skin.

You could feel the corners of his lips lifting up with a smile. He was satisfied with his doing, and you wanted to let him know he was doing everything right. When you felt the beds of his fingertips curling around the elastic, you threw your head back in preparation for what was about to come. When you could feel the cold air of the room hitting the rest of your bare body, you inhaled sharply. Your feet gradually slide up towards yourself naturally, knowing you had to brace yourself. As soon as Hoseok’s hot breath hit your wet center, you felt the shivers running throughout your entire body. His warm hands wrapped themselves around your thighs.

“Please,” you whined, squirming under his control.

“So eager for my tongue baby girl,” he mumbled.

Just as you were about to respond back, you could feel the wetness of his own mouth touch your clit, causing your head to dig back into the pillow. You swore under your breath and bucked your hips towards him. Trying not to lose yourself, your hand reached down for his and gripped it tightly. As his tongue ran up and down between your folds, your toes began to curl. The wears were unstoppable and clearly neither way he. Even when you can't stop your own hips from moving his mouth didn’t pull away at any second. You could feel the intense bubble in your stomach almost bursting.

“Hoseok,” you moaned.

There was nothing like the way you said the name that turned him on even more. Just as he thought he was going to spare you, he took away one of his hands. You gulped. When you felt his two digits pushing into your tight pussy, you bit the bottom of your lips as hard as you could in order not to make any loud noises. As much as you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs with the amount of pleasure he provided you, there were still boundaries. You had to keep in mind that you were still in your room and a house that was shared with more than one person. But when Hoseok started pumping his fingers in and out of you, he was making it too difficult for you. By the way, you seemed to struggle beneath him, he moaned against your clit. The vibrations sent chills down your spine from the additional euphoric feeling.

“I’m so close,” Y/N whispered with desperation. “Keep going.”

Of course, Hoseok would follow your orders. If he had this reaction out of you, he didn’t want it to stop. It was a reward to already have you to call his very own, but having you finish due to his ability would be a great addition. Just then, he thought to push his index and middle finger deeper inside of you, curling the tips of them every time he entered you. Now that the butterflies were set free in your stomach, your hands reached for the top of his head, not wanting this moment to end.

“I-I’m c-coming,” you stuttered, feeling your pussy clenching around his fingers.

After your release of sweet pleasure, you were panting heavily. You felt like you ran a whole marathon. His fingers and tongue felt amazing, yet you felt incomplete. You wanted his cock badly. No, scratch that, you needed his cock. He did so much for you and you wanted to repay him. It took you a lot of effort to sit up. You motioned him to lie down on his back and he followed your order.

Once he settled on his back, you didn’t hesitate to smash your lips together. Your tongues battled for dominance, but you wanted to get straight to pleasuring your man. As much as you love his mouth on yours, you pulled away and grabbed his wrist. His fingers were still coated with your juices, but you didn’t care. Without thought, you brought your mouth to his fingers. You began running your tongue in between the two digits while eyeing him seductively. Eventually, you sucked on his fingers and rolled your eyes back to give him a little show.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

You smiled at his comment and gave him a quick peck before lowering your head towards his aching bulge. Your hands rubbed his clothed cock and you could hear his breath hitch. Then you traced your fingers around the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers, quickly pulling them down. His dick sprung up, hitting his stomach. You wrapped your hand his thickness and slowly pumped his girth. He let out a moan as you began to pick up the pace. You finally brought your lips to the tip of his cock. You guided your tongue around him, allowing you to coat his member. Finally, you took his entire size into your mouth and his hands immediately tugged on your locks.

You bobbed your head back and forth at a steady pace. Looking up, you saw him biting down on his lower lip. You wanted to hear him. You wanted him to say your name. Without warning, you brought his cock to the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Just hearing him say that encouraged you to go faster. You grabbed his hips to steady your pace. Suddenly, you felt a harsh tug on your hair, causing you to pull away from him. You looked at him with confusion.

“Keep that up and I would’ve came in your mouth…” he paused. “But I want to come inside you.”

You felt your pussy moisten at his words. This man was driving you crazy.

“I’m on birth control.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he smirked.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you down on your back. Before you knew it, he was back on top of you. Refusing you to do any more work.

“You did enough for me, baby,” he spoke as he sucked on your neck.

His easily slipped a finger inside you, causing you to mewl.

“And you’re already so fucking wet for me.”

He pulled his finger out and positioned himself in between your legs. The tip of his cock was right at your entrance, but he wanted to tease you a bit. You watched as he grabbed his hard length and slowly rubbed it against your folds. You could hear the wetness of your pussy as he would insert the tip and take it out. It was fucking torture.

“Hoseok, baby, please.”

“Please what?”

“Your cock, i-inside me…” you stuttered, “Please!”

You begging for him was music to his ears. He hummed in satisfaction. Finally, he inserted his whole member inside you and it was pure bliss. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper, causing you to cover your mouth to muffle your screams. He brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. You arched your back, taking in all the pleasure he’s giving you. Another bubble was forming at the pit of your stomach and you didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Hoseok could tell you were on the verge of coming, so he picked up the pace. He was going harder while rubbing your clit at the same time as you were closing in on another orgasm. He felt you clench around him, but that didn’t slow down his rhythm.

“Oh fuck!”

You finally reached your limit and came all over his still hardened cock.

“Hands and knees. Now,” he demanded.

He wasn’t going to let you recover. He positioned himself perfectly at your entrance and slammed himself in you, nearly knocking you off your hands. His balls kept hitting your pussy and you knew he wasn’t holding back. As he continued to thrust himself in you, you felt a hard smack on your ass. You moaned at his gesture, earning a hard pull on your hair. Your neck was bending back as he brought his lips to your ear. His teeth were softly gnawing on the shell of your ear. You were enjoying this too much, clearly, he was too.

“Right there, oh shit,” you moaned.

He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you into him. His pace fastened while your moans filled the room. At this point, you knew that both of you could be heard, but you had no fucks left to give. The only thing you could focus on was how close you two were and the immense amounts of pleasure you’ve both given and received. You could tell that you were getting weaker when your head began to slowly fall into the pillow, but Hoseok wasn’t going to have that. Seeing the way he had you, it was the perfect time to give you no choice. When he had one hand secure on your hip, the other reach around to cup your throat. He had no idea how much you enjoyed the retrain, but when he took a quick glance at your eyes, he knew. Your eyes rolled back, hair messy and mouth open wide, he had you locked. Just how he inched you back, your back was nearly touching his torso. Your posture was in that exact position where you could feel every inch of him inside of you. Again, you could feel yourself coming undone once more. He was just too immersed in his actions that his pace was steady and focused. The slapping of his hips against your ass, both of your heavy breaths intertwining with one another, and the sweat dripping down both of your bodies had a great effect on the great event.

“Fuck- I’m gonna-” he uttered.

“Come inside of me babe,” she interrupted.

His breathing suddenly became unsteady and his thrusts also started to feel messy and slow. With every last pumped inside of you, he paused for a second. With one last hard push, he let out a grunt and satisfied sigh.

“Fuck,” he sighed in relief.

As the two of you collected yourselves, your bodies plopped on the bed beside each other. Even though your breaths were still loud and heavy, you both managed to shoot each other a smile. You helped each other clean up and got ready for bed. You both exchanged a couple of words to each other before drifting off into a deep slumber.

You woke up to a peaceful sleeping Hoseok. His breath was steady with one arm was slung over your waist. In the end, you ended up being with the boy next door. You felt him move a bit before he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you and warmly grinned.

“Hey there, neighbor.”

[minvaleria93]

EMPIRE  chapter 1 • Rock n’ Roll

pairing: BTS x ladies of empire 

Genre: Romance/action/drama

Words counted for this chapter: 3849

In this heat even the trees appear defeated. A few days ago some rain fell, large warm drops a that disappeared as soon as they struck the hot tarmac or else sucked into the dusty mud not leaving a trace. 

The corridors and school courtyard were crowded with students, and the chaos was so perfect that it looked more like a scene from a movie than something you'd witness in real life. There was the couple that was always making out outside in the courtyard under the huge oak tree, and about ten feet farther down, sitting at the tables were the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey football team boys, and between them, the parade of band musicians with their huge instrument cases. On the other side of the courtyard, by the Science department were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes, and by the cafeteria, sitting outside were the group of rich girls on their phones and holding their designer handbags while laughing.  

Vanilla intoxicated their senses as soon as they walked though the doorway to their History lesson. It was the last lesson of the day, and the students couldn't wait to start off their summer.

The walls in the classroom were a beige tone and the floor was polished spotless. On the walls were presentations of past students, quotes and pictures of a few historical figures with information about them underneath their pictures. There were four rows with six chairs and tables one after the other and four large windows that looked out into the school courtyard. And at the front of the classroom was a desk with the teacher's pencils, pens, class worksheets, laptop and cup. And on the front wall she had one clear whiteboard and next to it was an interactive board which she used for her lessons. 

"Right," the teacher began, as she stood in front of the class. "I know this is the last lesson of the day, and that you all want to go home — and believe me, I would want nothing more than to be out through those gates as much as all of you."

The students all took their seats, and the chatter stopped. "Now, since it's the last day of school and I don't want to give you work, I'll let you all to talk amongst yourself and listen to music. You can also take part in this Word Search; the sheets are on my desk— but please keep the volume down." The students smiled at her and nodded, before they turned to their friends and chatted quietly as they listened to music with their headphones while some completed the Word Search.

"Did you find number ten?" A girl asked. She had Snow White skin, with raven hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few locks swinging down the sides of her face, red lips and brown eyes. This was Han Se-ri. She nudged the girl sitting on the table next to her who had her head down as she crossed out the word she found.

The girl had a porcelain-like face, her dark brown hair was parted down the middle and tied into two, loose pigtails at the bottom of her neck and she had hazel eyes. This was Isabel Kyo.

The clock ticked, each passing second became a minute and then,

RING

The school bell rang letting everyone know it was time to go home. Isabel and Se-ri made sure they didn't forget anything before they stood and walked walked out of the classroom with everyone.

A few students stood in the corridors of the school. Some were talking to teachers, some were crying and others, even on the last day of school had detentions. 

As the two girls walked through the school courtyard laughing, Isabel felt someone bumped their shoulder into herself. She was nudged so hard that she managed to push Se-ri a few steps away from her. 

"Watch where you're going," a cold and bitter voice hissed at her and disappeared into the crowd.

"Aish, watch where you're going?" Se-ri repeated in a mocking tone. "Hey—"

"Se-ri, no!" Isabel panicked. Isabel may have been the quiet girl in school, but unlike Se-ri that was no the case. Isabel would try her best to avoid crossing people the wrong way, but not Se-ri. No, that girl wouldn't know how and when to close her mouth. 

"In case you haven't noticed," Se-ri said to her friend. "He nudged you, making you to nudge me all the way to the other side of the world." She was also dramatic and used that as a weapon. "I think we both deserve justice—"

Isabel caught Se-ri by her school bag. "God forbid if you were a ruler," she said. "You'd have people beheaded for as so much glancing at you the wrong way." 

Se-ri smiled, her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly to the side. "I'd be one hell of a queen," she said proudly. Isabel shaking her head while laughing.                                                        ••••

The sand was softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach felt like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filling sky. The sound of their laughers danced in the air as they sat and waited for their friend to get back. The sand was softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach felt like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filling sky. The sound of their laughers danced in the air as they sat and waited for their friend to get back. 

The sand was softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach felt like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filling sky. The sound of their laughers danced in the air as they sat and waited for their friend to get back. 

They were seven in total. Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseko and Kim Namjoon who were the oldest. And then there was park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, who were the youngest. 

The boys stretched out their arms and legs as they sat down, waiting for Jungkook who had went home real quick before he met up with the rest of his friends at the beach.

"Seriously," said Jimin, as he looked at Namjoon. "A summer job?"

Namjoon shrug. "Why not? Actually, why don't we all tr—" 

"Like hell I'd work my summer away," said Taehyung as he threw some sand at his friend. 

"Hey Namjoon," said Jin. "Instead of a summer job, why don't you train for president? You could lead South Korea to greatness." The boys laughed as Namjoon tackled Jin.

"Ey!!" Chimed J-Hope and Taehyung as they shot to their feet. Jungkook, dragging his feet through the sand like a toddler approached his friends with his head down and a plastic bag in his right hand. 

"Beer," J-Hope smiled as he reached for the plastic bag to only find that it was empty. "But where is—"

Taehyung frowned at the sight of the boy standing before him. He reached his hand out and lifted his chin. Jungkook had a bruised cheek and a blood lip. "What happened?" He asked, but Jungkook didn't reply and lowered his head once again.

The sudden silence caught Yoongi's attention, making him look over at the three boys standing before he too got to his feet. He caught Jungkook's chin and lifted his head up. A sudden rush of anger flowed through his veins that made his heart race and he clenched his jaw. 

Jungkook had taken beatings from his stepfather a few times, but never had he left a beating like this. His friends wanted to help him multiple times and each time Jungkook would tell them that he didn't want to cause more trouble, but this time it was taken a step too far. 

Three words left Yoongi's lips. "Where is he?" Jungkook, as much as he didn't want to cause trouble for not just himself, but for his mother as well released everything. He knew he had to do something or his stepfather wouldn't stop from using him as a punching bag. 

He raised his right hand up, pointing it to a direction that had Yoongi following. The anger inside him boiled as he dropped his hand from Jungkook's chin and without saying a word to the others he pushed past Taehyung and Jungkook and ran.

The sound of laughter reached their ears as they approached the construction scene and the workers were taking a small break. A man in his early thirties placed eight cans of beer on the table and tossed the bag to the side. He attempted to take a seat next to one of his coworkers when he halted to a stop and watched as a group of familiar faces approached his workspace. 

"You came for another beating, boy?" Jungkook's stepfather sneered, making his work buddies laugh. "You should head back, I'll deal with you when I get home," he shot sharply at Jungkook before he turned his back to the boys.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, he could feel the anger radiating off of him. He narrowed his eyes down his Yoongi's hands and saw that his knuckles were white as snow. His eyes widened and be reached his hand out to tug Yoongi away, but he was too slow. 

Yoongi caught the man's shoulder and turned him around before he raised his fist and swung it at the man forcing his head to the side and his body followed.

The sound of chairs being pushed back and metal hitting the palm of the hand made the boys look at the other workers who had stood to their feet. Jungkook's stepfather raised himself up off the ground and spat blood on the side. Silence lingered in the air as they all looked at each other. 

Taehyung, with his hands in his pocket stepped next to Yoongi, and the others followed while smiling under their noses as they adjusted their school ties. They stood still for a moment, watching their moves, the way their eyes shifted from each one of them, the way they breath before they roared like lions and swiftly attacked.

The dark haired man pushed forward and swung his fist at Jin, but he quickly grabbed him and slammed his elbow down the centre of the man's arm. Jimin took one to the jaw and laugher broke from his throat. He looked at the man in front of him and took his arm and dislocated it from his socket. "WHOW!" He cheered in victory as he watched the man cry in pain.

Taehyung blocked off a punch with his arm by holding it up to is face before he forced the man's arm down and swung his own fist to his nose. The man stumbled backwards, blood pouring from his nose. J-Hope grabbed one of the men by the arm and forced his head down the table breaking the wood in half.

Jungkook stood behind a stone pillar and caught one of the works by the shirt and tugged him with such force that the man was met with the pillar to the head and fell down to the ground. Namjoon pushed his attacker's arm to the side and caught the man by the shirt and headbutted him.

A man swung his metal-like stick at Yoongi who dogged a few swings before he caught it in his hand and with all his strength tugged it out from the man and swung it at his arms, chest and legs. He watched as the man fell to the ground before his head shot to the sound of a chair being dragged across the ground. He reached his hand out and caught Jungkook's stepfather by the arm and turned his back to the man and pulled on his arm. A cracking sound was heard and the man cried in pain.

"Shit," Taehyung cursed under his breath. The sudden blast from a siren reached their ears and they knew it was time to leave.

"We have to leave," said Jin. "Let's go."

The red and blue lights flashed brightly in gloom of the summer evening. They ran down the street, their feet stomping on the ground as they held their breaths. They could hear not one but a few more sirens now and they knew it'd be best if they divide. "Split up," said Namjoon and the others nodded before they broke into different directions.

                                                       ••••

It's been a long day for Isabel. Last day of school, her mother taking her shopping and now her parents had a family friend over, but she was too tired and bored to sit in the living room and listen to adults talk. So, she sat upstairs in her bedroom going through her wardrobe as she spoke to Se-ri on the phone. 

"We have to go," said Se-ri.

"But what are we going to do there?" Isabel asked. "It's not like they have good music that we can rock out to—"

Se-ri gasped. "How are you my friend?" She asked. "Of course they have— we are going and that's final."

Isabel held back from smiling. Se-ri wanted to attend a concert but she didn't want to go alone and since Isabel was her older friend she was set on dragging the girl with her to this event. Isabel opened her mouth to speak, but there was a knock at her bedroom door before it opened and her mother entered.

"Ajumma," Se-ri pouted at the sight of a woman —beautiful and dressed as though she had just stepped out from the 40's era and into the 21st century. She wore a black pencil skirt with an emerald green, satin blouse that was tucked in and a pearl necklace with matching earrings, lips painted red and a winged eyeliner that was sharper than a blade. She had a fair complexion, hazel eyes and her dark, brown hair that was tied into a bun at the bottom of her neck loosely. "Please, tell your daughter to come with me," she begged.

Mary looked at the girl on Isabel's phone screen and exhaled a laugh. Isabel quickly grabbed her phone and tapped the red icon on her screen. "What is it, mum?" Isabel asked her mother through her laugh. 

"Isabel, join us downstairs," said Mary. "Please." 

Isabel smiled at the woman and nodded. "I'll be down in a minute."

                                                                                                                    ••••

The sound of chatter came to a pause as they heard the light tapping of steps approaching the living room. The living room was massive. There was a marble fireplace that sat in front of a black, leather sofa with armchairs and one extra chair which was also covered in black leather and shaped like a square, but it didn't have the frame of the chair where you pressed your back against. There were two chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling, and candles were also on the walls, as though they were torches. And there were five large windows that stretched from then ceiling down to the polished, hardwood floor.  

 "Uncle," Isabel greeted with a small smile, as she hugged this tall middle aged man. This was Lee Bon-Hwa, a businessman and an old family friend. 

"Look at you," he said. "Even more gorgeous than the last time we saw you, isn't that right Niklaus?"

Isabel felt her smile tighten at the name. She turned around and saw a boy no older than a year or two than her placing his glass cup down on the table. Niklaus always admired Isabel. He was simply enchanted by her presence.  

"How do you expect me to tell her, Mary?" 

Isabel heard her father's whispered hiss to her mother. She turned around and looked at her parents with a small frown. "Tell me what?" She asked.

                                                         ••••

                                           *** two years later ***

He ran. Ran like there was no tomorrow. Like the world was rolling off a cliff. His feet slip outwards on the ground as he rounded the corner, the cold evening air shocked his throat and lungs as he inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shoot ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Perhaps jumping that wall onto stairs wasn't so smart. His heart drummed frantically, all or nothing. Fail and your whole body will pay the price. He knew that estate better than they did, those pigs were just pretty men in uniform. 

He threw the bag over the fence and quickly climbed, falling onto his side once he made it over. He bit his tongue to stop himself from hissing in pain. He held his breath for a few moments, listening to the footsteps of the police as they walked right past him. The sound of a dog barking caught their attention and they quickly chased after the sound. 

Jimin looked straight ahead and saw an entrance to an abandoned building. He grabbed the bag, pushing the paid aside he got to his feet and sneaked into the building. 

He ran down the empty corridors, his footsteps and breathing was all he could hear. It was as though the building was one with him. He pushed a door open and threw the bag onto the floor and turned the tap on before he took his shirt off. He made sure to turn on the hot water so the blood on the fabric would loosen and come off. The water in the skin was tinted with blood. He scrubbed the fabric on top of each other with such force that he was surprised his skin hadn't scrubbed off. 

The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he froze. He turned the tap off and pushed himself away from the sink, pressing his back against the cold, tile wall. He reached behind his back and held the gun down by his side in a firm grip. He could hear the door open and he raised the gun to the level of his eyes before he stepped forward and pointed it to the intruder. 

"Hey! It's me," J-Hope held his hands up n surrounded. Jimin exhaled deeply as he dropped his arm and the tightness in his chest vanished. 

"Where are the others?" Jimin asked.

J-Hope took his backpack off and tossed it to Jimin. "I don't know," he replied. "But I'm sure we'll meet with them at the apartment." Jimin looked at his friend and slowly nodded before he opened the backpack and saw fresh clothes. 

                                                          ••••

He sat around in the living room, waiting for the others to arrive. But really he only wanted to see one person. It's been a few days since they robbed the casino and one of them didn't know how to keep quiet. He ran a finger across the line of his lips just as the door to the apartment opened and everyone walked.

"What took you so long?" Namjoon asked. "I've been sitting here for the last two hours." 

"Calm down," said Yoongi in a cocky tone. "We're here now." Ever since the robbery Yoongi's attitude changed. It was like the money they now possessed and the experience had changed his personality, the way he spoke, his mannerism— he was a different person. 

"Since we are all here," began Namjoon. "We need to talk about how we are going to keep on the low for a while. We can't go out spending just yet. We don't want to—"

"Aish," Yoongi threw his head back and looked up at the celling as he waved his hand. "What's the point of having all this money if we can't spend it?"

Jin shook his head. "We have to be smart about this," he said. The others knew better than to go out and spend their share on anything. "We need to wait for things to calm down, or the authorities will get suspicious." 

"Exactly," agreed Namjoon. "Which is something you should be doing, Yoongi. You can't go out and throw you share around just now. You need to take a step back. We also need to make it look like we were never here during the robbery—" 

Yoongi's laugher caught everyone's attention. They looked at him, watching as his shoulders moved up and down, his eyes squinted and his lips carved themselves into a smile. Everyone watched as he got up from the sofa and approached the door. He was going to leave. 

A sudden wave of fear and worry rushed through Jungkook's veins and he quickly caught Yoongi by the arm, but was pushed back. Everyone sitting now stood to their feet, watching. "Where are you going?" Jungkook asked.Yoongi didn't as so much exhale. He turned back to the door to only be held back by Jungkook again but this time Jungkook wrapped his arms around Yoongi, thinking that maybe a hug was going to stop him from leaving.

Yoongi clenched his jaw as he pushed Jungkook away from him with such force that the boy's back met with the wall. Jungkook looked down at his hands that were now curled into tight fists. His brown eyes narrowed to Yoongi who watched him as he licked the corner of his mouth while stumbling backwards. And Jungkook didn't waste a single second longer. He ran at Yoongi and swung his fist at him.

The others gasped as they watched Yoongi fall and then as he wiped the blood from his mouth. "Both of you stop this,"  Jin's voice came strong and firm. The tone in his voice was a warming. 

Jungkook grabbed Yoongi by the jacket and pulled him up to his feet. He watched as blood pushed its way out and down the corner of Yoongi's mouth from the blow. "Why?" As he shook Yoongi. "Why are you leaving? You can't just go. We promised that we wouldn't leave each other! That we would always stick together no matter what!" 

Everyone watched in silence as they held their breaths. They didn't know why or for what reason Yoongi wanted to leave, but it had to be for good reason. 

Yoongi pushed Jungkook away from him once again. He didn't hit or punch him. He would never do that, even though Jungkook had done so to him. Yoongi looked down at the boy on the floor next to the sofa, wanting to reach out to him and apologise, but he couldn’t. This had to be done. And without as so much a single word he took one last glance at everyone and walked out of the apartment.

The air was thick and cold. He couldn't seem to breath properly. He felt as thought there was something suffocating him, and he needed to take a deep breath. He walked down the streets, keeping to one side with his head down and his hands in his pockets. The corner of his mouth felt numb from the hit Jungkook had given him, but he didn’t care.

He had to do this. He had to leave because he would be putting them in danger with what he had planned for the future. He stopped walking and turned into an alleyway. The alleyway was straight like a drinking straw and from the unguarded apartment windows reflected from the dark brick walls. He felt his knees give out, and he leaned against the wall for support. There was a tightness in his chest and there was a silence in his soul. 

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[strayycarrot]

Dancing in the Rain - Chapter 4 (Seventeen Dino X reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Words: 2510

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: none

Notes: It took me a while to finish this chapter, but it’s finally done. Also, there’s not much left to this fic. Probably one or two more chapters.

You anxiously bite your bottom lip while you wait for your dad to pick up the phone.

Dino refuses to leave your side even though his phone has vibrated several times since you got that message.

“It’s okay if you have to go”, you assure him for the fifth time, but he just shakes his head and continues rubbing circles along your back.

“Finally! Have you heard from Matthieu?” Your father sounds legitimately scared. The color drains from your face. Part of you had been hoping it was just some cruel joke.

“No, dad. What’s going on?”

“I woke up this morning and he was just gone!” He sounded like he was crying. You can’t help but wonder if he would be this torn up if you were the one who was missing.

“Have you checked with Jean?” Jean is your next door neighbor. He’s always been nice to you and your brother so it wasn’t unusual for you to hang out there.

Dino squeezes your hand while you talk. You barely notice the tears rolling down your face. After a while you hang up and look at Dino.

“This is bad.” Before you know it, Dino pulls you into him and you are sobbing into his shoulder.

“He’s only seven”, you get out. Panic is making it hard to think clearly.

“If I hadn’t left-“

“This is not your fault!”, he interrupts you.

“I don’t know what to do.” You pull back and wipe your face. You should have never left. How could you have been so stupid, so selfish?

“Is there any way you can go back? I think you need to be there with your dad right now. Can you try calling your mom?”

You nod slowly and pull out your phone again.

“Mom?”

“Hey is everything okay sweetie?”

“No.” Your voice cracks and for a moment you can’t speak. Dino squeezes your hand again. You take a deep breath and tell your mom what happened.

“Oh my god, that’s horrible! What can we do to help?”

You hesitate. You just moved in with her. She seemed so happy when you told her you wanted to live with her. You don’t think she would be happy to hear you want to go back to your dad already.

“I need to go back to Paris, mom. I can’t just sit here while Matthieu is missing.”

Your mom’s answer is instant.

“I’ll be home in thirty minutes. We’ll get you on a plane as soon as we can. Don’t worry sweetheart, everything is going to be okay.”

Somehow you doubt that anything is ever going to be okay again.

You’re worried your dad will treat you the same way he did the last time he saw you, but hopefully the fact that his son is missing will be more important to him than who you like to kiss.

You really don’t know how you can help. All you can do is wait and it’s killing you. Matthieu is somewhere out there, all alone, and even when you get home you still won’t be able to be there for him. 

Once you land in Paris, your phone rings.

“Dad?”

“Y/n? This is Jean. You need to get to the hospital right now.”

You feel like your heart stops.

“Matthieu is hurt??”

“No, it’s your dad. They say he had a heart attack. Do you have a way to get to the hospital?”

Just like that, your world comes crashing down. You know that there are people all around you, but this is all just too much. Tears are streaming down your face and you can’t stop sobbing as you dial first Min-Ah, then Ji-Woo, and lastly Dino. None of them answer. That was the last straw. You leave Dino a voicemail, even though you’re almost certain he won’t be able to understand what you’re saying. At least there’s a chance he’ll call you back. You fall into a seat and bury your face in your hands. Why did you ever leave? None of this would have happened…

Someone is tapping on your shoulder. You look up at the friendly looking woman with your tear-stained swollen face.

“Are you okay dear?”

You just shake your head and the tears start falling again.

“There there.” She sits down beside you and offers you a tissue. “Tell me what’s wrong. Sometimes talking helps.”

“My brother is missing and my dad is in the hospital.” Your voice breaks. “And it’s all my fault. No amount of talking is going to change that.”

“Oh no dear. I’m sure it’s not your fault. Is someone coming to get you?”

“My dad was going to.” You try to blink your tears away and focus. “Our neighbor is with him. Maybe he can get me.”

You text Jean, hoping you’re not asking for too much. He answers right away and assures you that it’s no problem.

“I’ll stay with you until he gets here”, the nice lady says. She doesn’t say much as you wait, but it feels nice not to be alone.

At the hospital, you almost start crying again. You’ve never seen your dad like that. And to think that the last time you two spoke in person, you were arguing.

The days drag by. School in Korea starts without you. It takes a while, but eventually, Dino calls you back.

“Are you okay?” He sounds panicked. “What happened?”

“My dad had a heart attack. The doctors are saying that he’s going to be okay but I was so scared.”

“Oh god! I would’ve called you sooner but we just started our tour and-“

“It’s okay Dino”, you interrupt him. “I know you’re busy. I just really needed someone to talk to. But it’s not fair of me to expect you to be that person.” You still don’t even understand why he keeps talking to you.

“What are you talking about? We’re friends, right?”

“Friends?” When did that happen?

“I mean, unless that’s not what you want?”

“No no! Of course we’re friends.” The word feels weird in your mouth. You thought Ji-Woo and Min-Ah were your friends but they’ve been ignoring you. Dino on the other side is taking the time to call you even though he is on tour, just to check on you. Maybe it’s not too far fetched to call him a friend. You think about the last time you saw him. Maybe you could even be more than friends. You shake your head. Now is not the right time to think about that.

Talking to Dino again feels great, but it doesn’t change the fact that your brother is still missing.

Saturday, an entire week after Matthieu went missing, you are sitting on his favorite swing at the park and staring at your shoes, your frustration growing with every minute that passes. You can’t stop thinking that he would be fine if you had just stayed. You never even checked to see if he had a problem with you leaving. 

Your phone vibrates. It’s Dino. He’s been checking in with you periodically all week.

“Anything new?”

“No. I feel so freaking helpless.”

Just as you send your reply, a new message pops up. Your heart stops. It’s from Matthieu’s phone.

“You came back and you didn’t even think to call me?”

You frown. Your heart beats fast as you type back.

“Matthieu! Where are you? We’re all worried about you!”

“He’s with me. Don’t worry he’s fine. I just needed a way to get you to come back.”

You hold your breath. Dread settles in your stomach.

“Who is this? Where is my brother?”

“It’s Dominique. I can’t believe you’ve already forgotten about me.”

You put your phone in your pocket and take off to Dominique’s house. They’ve been your friend since you were kids. You grew up in the same neighborhood, just outside Paris, and you were always thick as thieves. Until you kissed, that is. And then you moved to Korea.

You didn’t think it was a good idea to talk to them, seeing as you moved and you didn’t think you would ever see them again. But that is about to change.

You storm through the front door and into the living room. Matthieu is sitting on a chair, looking frightened but relatively unharmed. You give him a quick hug and make sure he’s okay, then you turn to Dominique.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”, you scream, pushing them against the wall.

“Are you serious? What was I supposed to do? You just left!”

“So you took my brother? He’s seven years old, for god’s sake! What were you thinking?” You are breathing heavily. Your hands are balled into fists. You want to hit them so badly. Your brother pulls on your sleeve and shakes his head.

“Let’s go”, he signs. You nod and take his hand, pulling him out of the house.

Dominique should know better than to follow you. But they don’t back off.

“Are you just going to leave me again? At least tell me you’ve missed me. Or have you already moved on to the next one?”

You stop and turn around, fixing them with an icy stare.

“Stay away from me and my family.” You speak slowly, trying to get through to them.

“No! I love you, y/n. I’m not going to let you walk away again!”

You sigh and pick up your phone.

“I’m going to call the police. I’m warning you. Don’t get any closer.” You push Matthieu behind you. Dominique is still coming towards you.

You make your call, walking backwards until you’re up against the side of a house. You look up to the window, but the lights are off. It’s too late in the day for people to be out in the streets. There’s nobody who can help you.

For a moment you think about Dino. If he could, you’re sure he would protect you. But he’s not here. No, this time, you’re on your own. Even worse, Matthieu is there.

“Please, Dominique, you don’t have to do this.” You lift up your arms to try to calm your former friend, who has come to a stop right in front of you.

“Why did you leave?”, they ask.

“My dad threw me out. I didn’t have anywhere else to go!”, you explain. You thought they knew this.

“Bullshit! You could have stayed with me.” They raise their hand and cup your face. You shiver. You can’t believe you once had feelings for this person. Now all you want to do is get as far away from them as possible.

You take a deep breath and slap their hand away. Then you push against their shoulders, hard enough to make them stumble and fall into the grass.

“Run”, you quickly sign to Matthieu and you take off, running all the way home. The further away from them you get, the louder the sound of sirens grows. And the safer you feel.

It isn’t until you close the door behind Matthieu that you stop running and try to catch your breath. Your heart is beating fast and you feel like you can’t get enough oxygen into your lungs.

You’ve never been so happy to be in the comfort of these four walls, but now that you have your little brother by your side again, you can finally calm down.

He’s safe, you tell yourself. He’s safe. I’m safe. We’re okay.

“What are you going to do?”, Dino asks later, when you’re laying on the couch in Matthieu’s room, way too scared to leave his side while he sleeps.

“I don’t know”, you type back.

“Are you staying in Paris?”

“I’m not sure. I’m afraid of what Dominique might do if I leave again.” You bite your lip. You still can’t believe they went this far just because you left.

“I understand if you want to stay, but I’m going to miss you. I mean, I know we can’t hang out a lot anyway, but it sucks to be so far away from you.”

The next message wakes you up. Apparently you fell asleep without even answering.

“So where do you want to meet up?” You’re still sleepy, but you’re pretty sure that sentence doesn’t make any sense.

“Excuse me?” You sit up and look over to Matthieu. He’s still fast asleep.

“We’re in Paris. Surprise! I want to see you!” You gasp.

“Seriously??”

“Yes! I don’t have much time. Give me an address and I’ll meet you there.”

You hastily give him your address. You can’t believe he’s actually here. You’ve been so busy worrying about your dad and Matthieu that you never even checked their tour schedule.

“Be there in half an hour!”, he texts. You sneak out of Matthieu’s room and quietly put on some clothes. Your heart is beating fast. He seemed so excited to see you again.

Rain is falling in a soft mist. The streetlight nearby emanates a warm glow.

You figure it will be a while before Dino gets here, so you take out your phone and put on your rainy day playlist. Headphones in your ears and eyes closed, you raise your face up towards the sky. You can feel every single raindrop on your skin. You sway to the music and relax, feeling more at home than you have in quite some time.

The hands on your shoulders make you jump and pull out your earbuds,  but then Dino whispers a soft “hi” into your ear and you melt back into his embrace.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come up behind you like that”, he murmurs as he sways with you, his arms around you and his chest against your back. You don’t want to open your eyes in case it’s just a dream. It feels so good to let him hold you like this, without saying a word, enveloped in the gentle rain.

When you finally turn around, you can barely make out the expression on Dino’s face. He looks nervous, maybe?

You take his hand and put it on your cheek, mirroring what he did just a week ago. Touching him gives you comfort. You’re incredibly thankful that he took the time to see you in the middle of the night.

“Y/n?” You step closer to Dino. Now your faces are only a few inches apart. You hold your breath as you wait for him to continue.

“I really like you”, he says, rushing through the words. Before you can answer, his lips are on yours and you close your eyes, forgetting everything but the rain on your face and his skin on yours.

A harsh sound in the quiet night finally makes the two of you break apart. A camera? You look around, trying to make sense of what you heard.

“Ah, this isn’t good.” His voice is still soft, but Dino steps further and further away from you. Then, without another word, he turns around, and runs into the darkness, leaving you alone and utterly confused.

[richrubies]

Set-up (Jay Park x Reader)

➳ genre: jealousy x humour

Jay knew there was no reason to be jealous.

He knew that your relationship was solid – no, not solid. If we were talking the three scientific phases, your relationship was gas. Untouchable. Yes, definitely untouchable.

So why the hell was he feeling like he was about to go and knock Sung-min out for standing so close to you.

It wasn’t as if you were wearing a skin-tight dress – no, you’d visited the set wearing a pair of black jeans and an over-sized hoodie, with your hair in a messy bun on-top of your head.

And yet, all of the crew had taken to you like bees to pollen.

Even worse, is that you’d spent a majority of your time sitting and talking with the influx of men in the room – in other words, not paying attention to Jay at all.

He couldn’t blame the guys – you were a natural beauty. You drew people in with your smile and kindness; Jay scoffed at that thought as soon as it appeared – if half of the people on the set knew how tough and crazy you were during an argument, they’d shun you without a second thought.

Jay deserved an award for being your boyfriend.

At least that’s what he told himself as he pouted from his seat, watching as you laughed happily on the other side of the room, sitting between Dean and Zico, making exaggerated hand movements while everyone laughed alongside you.

Oh, it pissed him off more than he could express.

What were you saying that was so funny?

Were you telling them about the time he accidentally walked in on your grandma getting dressed and that she hasn’t stopped hitting on him at family gatherings since?

Or about the time he went swimming and a wave dumped him so hard that he lost his swimming shorts and almost got arrested for public indecency?

The more he saw you and your group of fanboys laugh, the more suspicious he became.

Whipping out his phone, his fingers practically glided along the keyboard as he sent of a trail of messages.

The vibrating of your phone pulled your attention away from Dean who was telling the group about his recent shenanigans. Opening the messages with a frown on your face, you excused yourself from the conversation for a moment whilst you dealt to your grumbling boyfriend.

The SMTM set was lively the moment you had walked in, with set crew running around, fixing last minute issues before going live for the upcoming seventh season in a few days’ time, despite the time was nearing 1am.

You’d come to the set to bring Jay food, and to offer any assistance to the set team – after-all, you did used to work as one of the prop artists before moving on to working with YG. Your offer had kingly been rejected, which had given you time to catch up with old faces.

It had been a long time since you’d seen Sung-min and Hyuk, and even longer since you’d last hung out with Jiho, and so you leapt at the opportunity to do so.

All of the other producers and competitors had long since left after your arrival, most of them reluctant to leave after having found you on set; you were a crowd favourite with your wild humour and uplifting nature.

You re-read Jay’s message about his shoulders and frowned, looking over your shoulder to see a sullen Jay sitting in one of the prop throne chairs, one leg thrown over the arm, and the other placed on the ground. He was glaring right at your little group of friends, a cloud of jealousy storming right above him.

Oh boy.

Jay wasn’t usually a jealous man – well that wasn’t true. He was, but he denied being so, claiming it was a matter of “feeling uncomfortable with other people being too near because he was worried about your safety”. But you knew him like the back of your hand, and you knew that his pathetic reasoning was just him rambling, attempting to maintain his level-headed CEO image, even behind closed doors.

But you knew Jay. In other words, no amount of Jay’s denial would stop you from knowing the blatant truth – Park Jae-beom was a thirty-one-year old sook who didn’t like to share.

Placing your phone back in your pocket after sending your last text, you ignored the constant vibrating as you wrapped the conversation with ease by announcing that you were getting tired, and promising the men that you would visit the set often, along with ensuring that you’d all go out to dinner together soon.

As they each went their own way, muttering about how fast time had passed, and how good it had been to see you, you in-turn, walked in the direction of Jay who was still sitting in his plastic throne, looking every bit the king of your heart, that he was.

As you approached, Jay shifted so that his elbows rested on his thighs and he let out an exaggerated sound, ‘Ugh, babe, feel how stiff my shoulders are!’

Rolling your eyes, you stood behind him and gently squeezed at his shoulders and rubbed his back, cooing, ‘You must be in so much pain!’

‘Why didn’t you come earlier?’ he asked, holding back a cry of pain as you squeezed at his shoulder blades, attempting to get the fake knots out of his back.

‘You’re so tense!’ you continue to massage as Jay squirmed away from your touch.

‘It must be all of the hard work I’ve bee– YA! That hurts!’

Halting your pain-massage, you lean over his shoulder to look him in the eye, ‘Yah, were you jealous?’

‘Ha! Me? Of who? Jealous? What? No! Never!’ he blurted out quickly, ‘What’s there to be jealous of?’

Rubbing at his back to make up for the hard massage you’d just given him, knowing he’d lied about it actually being sore, you murmur, ‘Ah…so you didn’t just sit here for the last forty minutes, glaring at me and the guys?’

‘…Nope.’

‘Ah…that’s weird, because I could have sworn that you were sitting there, practically setting Hyuk on fire with your eyes. Shooting at him with laser-eyes, pew-pew,’ you tease him.

‘I don’t get jealous,’ he tells you with crossed arms and a raised nose.

You hum, causing Jay to look up at you with a mouth wide open, ‘It’s true! If you want to come to the SMTM set to see me, but spend all your time focusing on other men, then I’m completely fine with it!’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah! I’m so fine with it. It’s cool. It’s as cool as a cucumber,’ Jay rambles while you watch him with a raised eyebrow, knowing that he was feeling the complete opposite.

‘Yes, sir-ee, it’s fine by me! I mean, why waste time on your handsome and loving boyfriend when you can have a long secret discussion with a bunch of SINGLE men?’ you couldn’t get a word in as Jay muttered to himself, ‘What was so funny anyway? Stupid Zico.’

Not able to hold back your laughter at his ridiculousness any longer, you hid behind your hand as Jay looks up at you with a glare.

‘Sorry, hun, I’m not laughing at you, I swear,’ you say between giggles which only became louder the more you looked at Jay’s sulky face. He looked like a kid who wasn’t allowed to buy a toy.

‘It’s not funny!’ he defends, causing you to bark out another loud laugh while he pouted.

‘Aigoo, you’re so jealous! You’re so cute,’ you coo, holding his cheeks in the palms of your hands.

‘I’m not jealous!’ he says, adamant as he pulls you into his lap and holds you tight, his chin resting on your shoulder, ‘I’m really not!’

‘그래? Fine…You’re not jealous. That’s good, because the guys asked to meet up for dinner sometime soon.’

Jay nearly threw you out of his lap as he stood up, ‘Those jerks! They spend all night hogging my girlfriend, making her laugh and standing too close, and now they want to take you out to dinner? Ha!’ He began to laugh manically, ‘Mother-fuckers.’

He turned to you, who had been standing, watching Jay in amazement at his sudden outburst – it was the first time you’d seen him react like this; small fits, you were used too, but this was on a whole other level.

‘So? Did you agree to go?’ Jay asks while you give him a small smile and nod, despite knowing it’d only annoy him further.

‘They’re trying to steal you away from me!’

‘Yah, you idiot,’ you all but giggle as he began to pace, muttering and cursing despite the many crew members who were still on site, and in hearing distance, ‘They invited you as well!’

Jay halted almost instantly, his head moving so fast that you were sure he had given himself whiplash, ‘What?’

‘They want to do a group thing! Not just me, they want you there as well, you dork.’

‘You set me up!’ Jay accuses while you laugh freely, ‘You wanted to see if I’d react like a crazy man!’

‘That’s it…You’re banned from visiting the set,’ Jay says, his cheeks red from having lost his composure.

Laughing, you walk away from a shaken Jay, ‘Whatever, you’ll be begging me to come to the set by tomorrow, cry-baby!’

‘I’m not a cry-baby! And I wasn’t jealous!’ Jay says as he follows after you like a puppy, his hand instantly seeking yours as you walk, ‘Honestly!’

‘You’re so cute. Come on. Let’s go home, I spent so much time talking to all of the handsome judges and artists that I’ve tired myself out,’ you tease him, only to laugh as Jay yelled,

‘YOU’RE BANNED FROM THE SET! I MEAN IT!’

[pixiemochi]

I’m done, why don’t you fight for me now?

❝Jimin has no more fight left in him.❞

Notes: Contains omega!Jimin and alpha!Jungkook. This is part three of I’m 5'8" and you’re 6’ but I’ll fight you anyway. If you haven’t read the first two parts please go check them out. However this can count as a stand alone one shot as well.

“What if I’m not what he wants?”

Taehyung, who was furiously typing away on his computer, looked over at Jimin who was sitting on his bed, curled up in Jungkook’s sweater. He stopped the essay he was working on and gave his attention to the omega. “What do you mean, Min?” He asked.

“What if I’m not what Jungkook wants?” Jimin repeated.

“I would say that’s absurd.” The alpha stated. “If course you’re what he wants.”

“Then why hasn’t he asked me to be his mate yet?”

Taehyung knew this question would be asked sooner or later. He just didn’t think this soon. “I’m sure he’ll ask, Minnie. Jungkook loves you.”

“He’s not going to ask,” The blonde grumbled sadly. “We’ve been dating for four years now. We don’t even live together for crying out loud!”

“Well that’s because you live in the dorm and Jungkook lives in a studio apartment.”

“I only live in a dorm again this year because at the start of the semester when he got his studio he didn’t ask me to move in with him.”

Taehyung closed his laptop, knowing that Jimin was digging himself in to an insecurity hole. “He probably just wasn’t ready to have you move in with him yet.”

Jimin sat up straighter. “But it’s been four years, Tae!”

The alpha got up and walked to Jimin’s bed, sitting down next to him. “And two of those four years Jungkook was still in high school. It took him his senior year and the two years after that to finally have enough to get his own place. Not to mention he’s been working non-stop to try and open his own tattoo shop. He’s spent the whole year prior working over-time just to get the experience he needed to get his license for his own place. Minnie, I’m sure he didn’t ask you because he didn’t want to neglect you.”

The omega sniffled. “What difference would it had made if I was living with him or not?”

“It would have been worse to neglect you while he was right there.” Taehyung explained.

“I just- I just don’t feel like I’m enough…”

Taehyung shook his head. “Trust me, you’re more than enough for him.”

Jimin never thought of himself as a jealous person. He was just…protective of people he cared about. The omega’s self-esteem wasn’t never that great and his insecurities liked to surface often. So, any time Jimin saw another person hitting on Jungkook, it never really sat well with him. Most of the time, since that one night at the party where he landed on an alpha, the blonde tried to keep from physically intervening.

After about the sixth time that it happened (Jungkook is very popular), Jungkook asked Jimin to stop making a scene. It was safe to say that was their first fight.

But Jimin apologized and promise to never make a big deal out of it again. In hindsight, he promised this with the idea that Jungkook would start telling those who hit on him that he was taken, even if he didn’t have a mating bite. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, and Jimin was too afraid to confront Jungkook about it.

Jimin tried to tell himself it didn’t hurt when Jungkook would be very friendly with all people. And to be honest, he knows how amazing his boyfriend is, how sweet he is and how he likes to be nice to most people he meets. The blonde can handle when Jungkook is just genuinely trying to be friends or have common courtesy with. It’s when he knows the other party is hitting on Jungkook. It’s when he knows they are flirting with his boyfriend. It’s when he sees Jungkook act shy and flustered or worse, play along.

Jimin had barely seen his boyfriend the last three weeks. He wasn’t sure why Jungkook had suddenly become busier than normal, but he was always telling him he couldn’t come over or have lunch because he was doing something else who something had come up. It’s not like he was hiding anything, he was being honest with Jimin. The blonde never had any doubt that Jungkook was telling the truth.

But it’s the idea that Jungkook kept blowing Jimin off that bothered him. That and there was a particular new omega scent Jimin kept noticing that the taller man always had on him every time they did see each other. Jimin knew Jungkook made a handful of new friends, their circle didn’t cross with the one Jimin was in which is why Jimin never really met them. And while Jimin was totally okay with it because he trusted Jungkook, a part of him wasn’t. At all.

It was during a Thursday night when Jimin just decided to take things in to his own hands. He knows Jungkook hadn’t eaten a proper cooked meal in over a week and so he decided to surprise his boyfriend. He knew Jungkook was going to be hope, working on some school work. He cooked the alpha his favorite mean and wrapped it in a bento box, nice and lovely. He smiled at his work and grabbed his keys and coat, heading out of his dorm and walking to Jungkook’s place.

After a good thirty-minute walk (Jimin didn’t mind), he headed up the stairs and to the floor Jungkook’s apartment was on. He headed down the hall and knocked on the door. He bounced on the balls of his feet, holding the wrapped dinner in his hands as he waited for Jungkook to open the door.

Jimin heard footsteps headed for the door and when Jungkook opened it he smiled, holding up the box. “I brought-”

“Jimin? Hey what are you doing here?” He Jungkook asked.

Jimin blinked, lowering his arms. “I brought you dinner.” He answered, feeling a bit confused.

“Jungkook, don’t take too long! The food’s gonna get cold!”

The blonde’s shoulder’s feel at the unfamiliar female voice. “Oh you-you already have dinner?”

“Uh yeah, Soojin had me order take out since we’d probably be a while.” Jungkook explained.

“I-I thought you were going to just work on homework?”

The brunette nodded. “Yeah, I was but then Soojin asked me to tutor her so we’re doing that now.”

Jimin blinked again, feeling even more confused. He just didn’t understand what was going on.

“Honestly Jungkook oppa, what’s taking you-” Jimin watched a pretty red-headed omega walked up to Jungkook and hung herself on his shoulder. She looked up at Jimin and smiled. “Oh hello, and who might you be?”

Jimin didn’t answer. Once he was hit with her scent he realized this was the scent he could smell on Jungkook all the time. “Soojin, this is Jimin hyung. Jimin this is Soojin. She’s the new transfer student I’ve been helping out.”

Soojin held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi!”

Jimin stared down at her hand before looking back up at Jungkook. “Does she know that I’m your boyfriend?” He asked.

Soojin blinked. “Oh, I thought Jungkookie oppa was single.”

Before Jungkook could say anything Jimin spoke again. “So, you’ve been walking around smelling like an omega that isn’t me? And you’ve neglected to tell her that you’re taken?”

The redhead rolled her eyes. “You’re over-reacting.”

Jimin looked at her, eyes narrowed. “Please stop touching my boyfriend.” He nearly growled.

Soojin didn’t move. “Listen here honey, I don’t have to listen to you. And you don’t own Jungkook oppa. I can touch him if I want.”

Jimin snapped at that and dropped the box, lunging at the redhead. She let out a shriek and jumped back, Jimin only snatching a fist full of her hair rather than her face thanks to Jungkook. The alpha caught him in his arms, holding him back.

“What the fuck, hyung?” He hissed. But Jimin wasn’t listening. He struggled against the taller man’s arms, trying to get free. “God damn it, omega. Cut it out.” He ordered, alpha tone loud and clear. Jimin’s sense immediately tensed and he whimpered, stilling in Jungkook’s arms. He pushed the older man back and bit, making him stand up on his own. “Apologize to her now.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped, unable to believe his boyfriend was using his alpha voice to command him. He looked up at the brunette to see him with a stoic expression on his face, eyes glowing red. And for the first time since knowing Jungkook, Jimin was afraid of him. The elder had no choice but to look over at Soojin who had a smug smile on her face. “I-I’m sorry,” He said, body painfully wound tight with his effort to resist the alpha tone.

Satisfied, Jungkook’s eyes returned to the dark brown and the hold he had on Jimin broke. He omega gasped for air, feeling his body nearly go limp. He stumbled and held on to the door. Suddenly confusion and surprise flash in Jungkook’s eyes and he reached forward to steady Jimin but the smaller man flinched and quickly stepped away. Jimin’s scent was drowning in fear and distress.

“Don’t touch me,” He whimpered softly.

“Jiminnie hyu-” He began but Jimin cut him off with a shake of his head.

“Don’t.” He pleaded. “I’m Jimin-ssi to you. Please n-never contact me again.” Before Jungkook could say anymore Jimin ran down the hall.

“Jimin!” Jungkook stepped out of the apartment, wanting to follow the blonde but he felt a tug on his hand.

“Just let him go. If you go after him now, you might make it worse.” Jungkook turned to look at her, to tell her that was absurd but she dragged him back inside. “I’m gonna warm up our food.” Soojin said with a smile.

As she walked away Jungkook noticed the box Jimin had sitting on the floor. He bent down and picked it up, noticing the box broke and the wrapping was wet now. He opened it to find a small note and his favorite meal. He lifted the note to read it.

Even hard-working alphas need to eat a good home cooked meal. Thank you for trying you hardest to live your dreams and support us both. I love you. -Jimin

Jungkook wanted to kick himself. Instead he walked in to the kitchen, tossed the box on the counter and headed towards his room. Soojin turned to him, wanting to talk but she frowned as she heard her door shut. “Oppa!”’

The first contact from Jungkook came later than Jimin thought. Which didn’t help with his insecurities, nor did it give him any hope for him and Jungkook. He hadn’t left his room in three days, not even allowing Taehyung in to talk to him. He made no effort to contact anyone or attend any of his classes.

“Jiminnie, babe.” He heard Taehyung say through his locked bedroom door. “Please open the door for me.” He begged. “I just need to make sure you’re alright. Please.”

It was silent for a while as Taehyung waited with bated breath, hoping his best friend would let him in. He heard soft shuffling before the sound of the door unlocking clicked. It creaked open a little. The alpha frowned. He knew Jimin was sad, but he didn’t realize just how much until the blonde’s set flitted through the cracked door. Sorrow filled brown eyes stared up at him.

“Oh Jiminnie…” He mumbled as the door opened fully and Jimin fell in to Taehyung’s arms, sobbing now. He scooped the omega up in to his arms and carried him back to the bed. He laid him down and climbed in next to him, letting Jimin burrow in to his arms as he continued crying. He softly stroked the blonde’s hair as he cooed softly to him.

After about a good half hour of crying, Jimin’s tears turned in to soft sniffles and whimpers. “I’m sorry,” He apologized.

“No baby, no. Don’t apologize.” Taehyung said. “Please tell me what happened. It hurts to see you like this.”

Jimin bit his lip and looked down at Taehyung’s chest. The alpha knew he was thinking and stayed quiet as he waited. Eventually Jimin explained and by the time he was done he was prying himself out of Jimin’s arms.

“T-Taetae where are you going?” He asked, alarmed as he sat up in bed.

“I’m going to kill Jungkook,” He answered heading for the door.

“Tae p-please don’t. I- I just need you to come back and h-hold me. Please.”

The tone in Jimin’s voice was enough to break his heart and he stopped in his tracks. Jungkook need a good ass whooping but Jimin was far more important. He turned around and made his way back to the bed, wrapping his arms back around the omega. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Jimin buried his face in to Taehyung’s neck. “Thank you, Tae.”

The taller man tightened his arms around Jimin. “Anything for you.”

It been over two weeks since Jungkook had seen his boyfriend last. After Jimin ran away from it, the alpha took a few days to figure out what had happened. He should have realized just how bad it was right after the incident happened, but he didn’t. And when he finally realized his mistake, it might have been too late. None of his messages got any replies, he was just left on read.

Jungkook didn’t blame Jimin for cutting him off. He deserved it. But he really wanted to fix things. Except the omega wouldn’t talk to him. The last time he showed up at the blonde’s dorm he got in to a fight with Taehyung. Jungkook liked to pride himself in being a strong alpha, but he didn’t have the same rage the elder did and ended up retreating from their fight.

He buried his head in his hands, thinking of something, anything, he could do to get Jimin to talk to him. There was a knock on his door, cutting off his thoughts. He got up from the sofa and went to opened the door, seeing the last person he really wanted to see right now.

“Soojin-ah, what are you doing here?” He asked.

“Heard you were sad,” She began, holding up a bag of take out and some movies. “I’m here to cheer you up!” She smiled.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Soojin, I’m not really in the mood-”

“Oh nonsense!” She slipped past Jungkook and headed in to the living room. “You need to get out of this funk. It’s not that big of a deal.”

The red head was truly beginning to get on Jungkook’s nerves now. “Do you even realized what had happened between me and my boyfriend?” He asked.

“Don’t you mean ex-boyfriend?”

He blinked. “No?”

“Yeah he told you not to contact him anymore. Sounds like he was dumping you. But that’s okay, no need to worry about shitty exes anymore!” She set the take out on the coffee table but stopped when she heard a growl.

“You’d be smart not to insult my boyfriend again.” He snapped. “I don’t want you here, Soojin. I hurt someone I truly love because I wanted to be a nice person. Because I thought you deserved me being a nice person to you. But it seems as if I shouldn’t have even bothered giving you the time of day.”

Soojin stood up with a frown on her face. “Fine, I’m just gonna cut to the chase. I like you Jungkook! I could do so much better than an insecure boy who can’t even trust you to have friends!”

Jungkook growled again in within seconds he was standing toe to toe with the omega. “I would never hurt an omega but you are this close from making me lose my shit. Get the fuck out right now and never, ever come back. If I see you anywhere near me or my boyfriend ever again I won’t hesitate to put you in your place.”

Soojin cowered in her place but didn’t move.

The brunette’s eyes flashed red for a moment. “Get out!” He bellowed, alpha tone clear. The woman scrambled past him and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind herself. Jungkook let out a sigh and sank down in to the sofa.

Jimin was right. Jungkook snapped at him for no reason at all.

He had to make this right.

Jungkook spent the rest of the day trying so hard to get in contact with Jimin. But he still wouldn’t answer any of his calls or text messages. He was sure the blonde didn’t even listen to his voicemails. He thought of asking their other friends to help him but just like the first time he was sure they wouldn’t budge much.

Hoseok tried to give Jungkook words of encouragement but said it wasn’t his place to do anything. Yoongi wouldn’t even give him the time of day (Jungkook suspected Taehyung had something to do with that). Seokjin gave him a long lecture on how much of an idiot he was. And Namjoon was the only one Jungkook didn’t get a chance to truly talk to yet.

Which is why he ended up at the elder’s apartment, knocking on the door. It opened a minute later and Namjoon’s features softened at the defeated scent that lingered around the younger alpha.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook began. “Can I come in?”

Namjoon nodded and stepped aside, allowing him in. He closed the door and walked over to the sofa where Jungkook went to sit down. “Did you want anything to drink?” He asked, voice soft.

Jungkook shook his head. “No thanks, hyung.” He mumbled. “I’m guessing you know what happened?” He asked the elder as he sat down on the chair nearby.

“I do but you can tell me your side.”

The younger man groaned. “There is no my side. What they’ve told you is the truth. I don’t even have an excuse. Soojin, the woman I defended. She came to my apartment today. Found out she liked me which is why she hung all over me. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.”

“When Jimin figured it out the first time he met her.” Namjoon added.

“God, I should have listened to him. I just- I know how he is. How he gets when anyone hits on me or flirts with me. At first it was cute, endearing ya know? But then I thought it was just getting silly so I asked him to stop. And you know what he did? He listened. He respected me. And I never thought anything of it!”

Jungkook was up on his feet now, pacing in the living room.

“Do you know what kind of devotion that takes?” Jungkook asked. “Not only did he respect my wishes, he did it while still having to deal with people making advances at me. And I did nothing to stop that. I just let them be because I thought they were all being friendly. It took Jin hyung explaining that to me. God I can’t believe I’m this stupid that someone how to explain others flirting with me.” He ran his hands down his face ad groaned in to his palms.

Namjoon nodded. “Jin told me about that. Said he was really disappointed in you.” He stated.

“God, I don’t blame him. I’ve been such a shitty alpha. I love Jimin so much. I’ve taken him for granted.” The alpha stopped pacing, shoulders slumping. “What if I’ve lost him forever? I used my alpha voice on him. He was scared of me! I made the love of my life afraid of me. I’m supposed to care for him and protect him. But instead I made him feel like he needed protection from me! What kind of alpha does that?” By now tears were falling down Jungkook’s face. “I wanted him- no I want him to be my mate. I’ve never wanted anything more than being able to call him mine forever. What if I never get the chance to do that now?” He sniffled.

Namjoon got up and walked over to Jungkook, pulling the younger man in to his arms. He had never seen him so vulnerable before. “Don’t say that.” He began. “I know if feels like you’ve ruined everything, but you didn’t. Jimin just needed time. We’ll help you make things right. Jimin is miserable without you and he deserves an apology.”

Jungkook scoffed as he pulled away from the elder. “Taehyung won’t let me anywhere near their dorms. Hell, yesterday I couldn’t even get in the building.”

“I’ll talk to Taehyung. He wants you to apologizes as much as you want to.”

“But what if…what if Jimin doesn’t forgive me?” Jungkook asked, voice small. That was his biggest fear: Jimin not accepting him back in to his life.

Namjoon let out a sigh. “Then at least you would have tried.”

“But I don’t want him anywhere near Jiminnie,” Taehyung huffed as she stood across from Namjoon.

“It’s not up to you, Taehyung.” The elder said. “If Jimin say it’s okay then it’s okay. I know you’re still mad but Jungkook really wants to fix there. He’s just as miserable and as broken as Jimin. He carries around the scent of regret. I can’t even remember what he usually smells like now.”

Taehyung huffed and crossed his arms. “Fine, I’ll ask Jimin.”

“Ask me what?” Jimin questioned as he walked in to the kitchen.

“Is that my shirt?” Namjoon asked, looking at the large long-sleeved top Jimin had on. It was drowning his frame so it definitely wasn’t his own.

“I um, I needed some comfort and I’ve been stealing all of  Taehyung’s and Hoseok’s shirts so Jinnie hyung brought me one of yours. But I can give it back to you!”

Namjoon chuckled, walking over to Jimin and ruffling his hair. “Nah, it’s alright, Firefly. If it gives you comfort then I’m okay with that.”

Jimin smiled up at the taller man. “Thanks, Joonbug. So, what did you want to ask me?” He looked between Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Um well,” Taehyung began. “Joon hyung says he talked to Jungkook yesterday…”

Jimin looked up at Namjoon who let out a sigh and smiled softly. “He’d really like to talk to you. To apologize and explained. You don’t have to say yes though. He’ll respect that.”

Jimin bit his lip and instead of answering he asked, “H-How’s he doing?”

“Not well.” Namjoon answered, honestly. “He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat much. He’s mad at himself for what he did. Hates himself for it. He’s called me in the middle of the night a few times crying because he’s afraid he’ll never have you again.”

Jimin let out a quiet choked sob at that, covering his mouth. He wasn’t sure how Jungkook would handle them apart. But he didn’t think he would be this bad.

“I’m not saying this to guilt you in any way. But I care about Jungkook too and I know you still do as well. And I want you to know, it’s not all butterflies and rainbows for him. He’s suffering too.”

“Did you want to see him?” Taehyung asked. “If you think it’ll help them I think you should. Even if I’m still mad at him, you deserve it.”

Jimin nodded. “Yes,” He answered. “I’ll talk to him.”

Namjoon smiled. “I can send him over tomorrow. Does that work?” He asked. Jimin nodded again. “Okay,” He pulled the blonde into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “It’ll be okay, Firefly, I promise.”

Jungkook stood in front of Jimin’s dorm with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had never been so nervous in his life. He took a deep breath but the door opened just as he did and so he held it as Taehyung glared at him from the other side.

Startled, Jungkook started coughing. Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he watched the younger alpha double over. “You’re embarrassing, did you know that?” Taehyung shut the door behind him, leaving the two of them out in the hall. “I need to talk to you before you talk to him.”

Jungkook stood up straight and nodded. “You’re not gonna punch me again though, are you?” He asked.

“Not unless you give me another reason to.” Taehyung answered. “Anyway, first thing’s first. If you hurt him and make him cry again I won’t hesitant to bash your skull in. Got it? Second, you need to be gentle with him. Before this all went down. Jimin confessed to me that he didn’t think he was good enough for you. That he wasn’t what you wanted. Why do you think that?”

Jungkook shoulders slumped. “It’s my fault. I should have been giving him the love and attention he deserves. But if he forgives me I promise to never make him feel like that again.”

“You better not,” Taehyung opened the door again. “I’m going out, but I told Jimin to call me if anything happens. Please don’t do anything that would make him call me.”

Jungkook nodded. “I won’t,” Taehyung gave him a pat on the back before walking down the hall. Jungkook took another deep breath and headed inside. He walked towards Jimin’s bedroom where door was open. He saw the blonde sitting on his bed. He gave the door a soft knock to gain his attention. “Can I come in?” He asked.

Jimin nodded and set his phone aside as he watched Jungkook walk up to the bed. He noticed the flowers in his hands. “For me?” He asked, softly.

“For you,” Jungkook answered with a nod, handing them over.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” Jimin set them aside then looked back up at Jungkook.

“Can I sit?” Jimin nodded and moved over to allow the alpha to sit on the bed as well. “I-” The brunette laughed bitterly. “I don’t know where to start. I tried to rehearse this but I knew it wouldn’t help.” He took another deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t even begin to explain to you how sorry I truly am. No amount of apologizing is going to make up for what I did. But I hope you understand just how much I regret well everything.  I regret that day. I regret ever befriending Soojin. I regret not listening to you. I regret using my alpha voice in you. I regret so much.

“But what I’m mad about the most is that I scared you. I made you afraid of me. I could tell, I could feel it. My alpha voice frightened you. I’m your boyfriend. Well I mean was. Point is, I made you, someone I love more than life itself scared of me, the one person who has promised to protect you no matter what. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself for that.”

Jimin frowned. “Jungkook-” He began.

Jungkook shook his head. “Please let me finish first. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise I’ll never treat you like that again. I have no excuse for why I did it the first time. I just did and I hate myself for it. But Jimin, I love you so much. More than I can even put in to words. Sometimes I feel like I love you so much that it’s overwhelming. You are good enough. You’re more than. Clearly, I’m the one not good enough for you. What kind of alpha am I to have done what I did? I took another omega’s side over yours when you were just following your instincts. I should have followed mine. But instead I was naive and just wanted to be nice. And look where that got me. You probably hate me now too.” Jungkook let out another sigh, his shoulder deflating once again.

Jimin watched how broken Jungkook looked. His scent reeked of distress and regret and sadness. The blonde slowly reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s larger one. “Jungkook, I don’t hate you. I could never.” He said. “I love you too. A lot. So much. That’s why that hurt me as much as it did. I’m sorry I’m so insecure and sensitive. I could have handled that better.”

Jungkook shook his head. “Don’t apologize at all for any of that. I should never give you a really to feel insecure in our relationship. I should pamper you and spoil you with my love.” He took Jimin’s hand in his own and reached for the other one. “If you take me back I promise to show you every day just how much I love you and cherish you. I’ll never take you for granted. I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m taken.”

“But how will you-”

“Mate me!” Jungkook blurted out. “Mate with me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to wear my mark. And I want to wear yours.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “But alpha’s don’t usually let omega’s mark them.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I don’t care. I want to be able to walk around and proud show people that I have the most amazing mate that I would do anything for.”

The blonde blinked a few times, tears escaping his eyes. “R-Really?” He asked. “You’d do that f-for me?”

The alpha nodded. “That and so much more, Jimin.” Jimin pulled his hands from Jungkook’s only to throw his arms around the brunette’s neck. He began softly crying in to the crock there as Jungkook’s arms snaked around his waist. “Please don’t cry.”

“They’re happy tears.”

Jungkook closed his eyes and held on to Jimin tighter. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He chanted over and over.

“Me too.”

Taehyung gasped as he stared at his friends, looking between Jimin and Jungkook. “I can’t believe I came back to not only you guys being mated, but Jungkook is carrying your mark andyou smell just exactly like him.” He said.

Jimin’s cheeks were flushed red as Jungkook answered. “Uh, well it kind of just happened and then one thing led to another and well…” He replied.

“I mean it seems really sudden but I’m happy for you guys. I’m even happier I decided to stay away as long as I did because man I would not have wanted to walk in on that.” Jimin’s blush deepened and he buried his face in to Jungkook’s side. “Really though, letting Jimin mark you means a lot since it’s not very common for that kind of thing to happen in society. You’re a good man, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked down at Jimin, who peeked up at him. He smiled at the blonde and got a shy smile in return. “Someone like Jimin only deserves the best kind of man.”

My Minjoon headcanon is Joon calling Jimin firefly and Jimin calls Namjoon joonbug in return. Anyway I hope you guys liked this.

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like a butterfly | chapter 3

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; single dad!yoongi ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2

summary: you never planned on becoming the babysitter of min yoongi’s daughter, one of the richest and most famous man of south korea. you also didn’t plan on becoming so attached to the little girl, as well as her father. (Or: hot, successful and single dad hires broke babysitter.)

a/n: OMG BLESS! I am so happy I got to finish another chapter today. hope you guys like this one as well! as you can see, now the actual story begins!

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It was around 6PM when you walked out of Uni, exhausted from the lectures and hungry because you didn't have enough money for lunch, so you had to wait until you got home to at least eat some rice.

But just when you wanted to walk over to the bus stop, a familiar voice made you stop.

“(Y/N)!” your head whipped into the direction where it was coming from, finding Mei running towards you with her cute little feet and that beautiful smile of hers.

As if out of instinct, you dropped to your knees so you could hug her, that frown on your face now replaced with a smile as well.

“Pumpkin! What are you doing here? Did you run away again?” it was funny how worried you were about her, despite only knowing her for such a short amount of time.

“No! Daddy's here too!” she leaned back and pointed behind her. Your eyes followed her finger and, indeed, there he was, leaning against his car, arms crossed in front of his chest and even he was smiling.

Weird.

You picked Mei up and carried her over to him, narrowing your eyes, “Where's Min Yoongi and what have you done to him.”

“Hilarious, really.”

“Daddy and I want to have dinner with you!” you let the girl down and she crawled into the car with the help of her father.

As soon as the door was closed, you cocked your head to the side and grinned at Yoongi.

“Let me guess. She wouldn't stop bothering you until you gave in?”

“It was either dinner with you or her own pony. I chose the lesser evil.”

“Aww. See, I knew you and I would become friends eventually.”

It was funny, how when you first met you were ready to fight each other. And while you meant that sarcastically just now, you were glad how your relationship was evolving. In this kind of: “I hate you, but you're also kind of cool, so I'll tolerate you” way. 

They took you to their favorite restaurant not far from their apartment. It was relatively small and didn't look like something they would go to, but the food was absolutely amazing and even the variety was good, despite of the small place. And the best thing about that night? Yoongi had told you upfront that he'd pay and you'd be able to eat whatever you wanted, to make up for finding Mei that night, or so he had said. So, while you usually would hold back, your stomach was yearning for as much food as it could get.

“Look, (Y/N),” Mei pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and held it out to you, “I drew you in class today!”

“Aw,” you smiled happily and inspected the picture. And while it was like any other children's drawing where you couldn't really make out anyone's faces, it still warmed your heart that she would actually draw a picture of you, “Thank you, little one.”

“See, there's you,” she pointed at you on the right side, “Me,” her in the middle, “And daddy!” and her father was the figure on the left.

“Like a happy family,” you whispered and turned your head to look at Yoongi, but he only snorted and continued eating.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I'm going to keep this with me at all times and I'm going to show all my friends what a great artist you are,” you folded it carefully and put it in your own bag, Mei giggling furiously at your compliment.

Yoongi left a couple of minutes later to accept a phone call, leaving you and Mei alone.

“So.. how are you little one? How are things with Sarah?”

She turned around, making sure that her father was occupied, before leaning over the table and whispering, “She's not my nanny anymore!”

“What?”

“They were fighting last night. And daddy was reeeeally upset, because Sarah let me stay up for as long as I wanted to. And then daddy said some things I didn't understand, but he told her to leave and today she wasn't there anymore when we came home and aaaaall her things were gone.”

Maybe your little speech a couple of days ago had helped him to finally fire her. Or maybe he had just had enough of her. Whatever the case may be, you couldn't exactly be upset about it. Mei was better off without her and you were sure the next nanny would be better suited for that angel. Or so you hoped.

“Listen.. I have to go. Something came up,” Yoongi said, already pulling out his wallet.

“Daddy,” Mei whined, “You promised that you wouldn't go back to work tonight!”

“It's important, Mei,” he quickly paid, but Mei was still upset and you could tell that she was about to cry any second, with her lower lip trembling and angrily picking up her bag.

So what did you do? You kind human being?

You saved his ass, even though he didn’t deserve it.

“Want me to stay with her?” you asked after he had put her into her car seat and closed the door.

“What?”

“Well, a little birdie told me you fired her nanny last night, so I'm going to assume that you haven't found a new one yet. I'm free tonight anyways. I could stay with her till you’re back. And.. no funny business this time. I'll just watch over her till you're back, that’s it.”

It didn't take more than a glance at his daughter who was already shedding her first tears, when the decision was made.

As soon as he was inside the car, he said: “(Y/N) is going to stay with us tonight. She'll take care of you, alright?”

“You are?” and gone was the disappointment. She was beaming at the two of you like you had told her Santa himself was coming to babysit her.

“I am. If you want me to.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she kicked her legs around and had both of you laughing.

Throughout the entire ride she told you about all the cool things you could do when you’d get to their apartment, suggesting what you could play and what you could read together. Both you and Yoongi had no other choice but to listen, since she wouldn’t give you the chance to speak, but that was fine by you two anyways.

Her father only dropped you off and left immediately afterwards. But now that you were staying with the kid, she didn’t really care about that anymore, as long as she had you to play with.

So both you and Mei made your way up to the apartment and the first thing she did was give you a full tour, since you didn't get that last time. It was only then that you realized how big the apartment actually was. It was a two-story one, where the upstairs was where Sarah must have lived in. You could almost count it as an extra apartment actually, having its’ own bedroom, bathroom and living room. Only the kitchen was missing. But both Yoongi’s and Mei’s bedrooms were downstairs and since Sarah wasn’t here anymore, she focused on the first floor.  Once that was all done, she gave you a tour of her room and then she went through all of her toys, proudly showing you every single one of them.

And you didn't know why, but with her, you were so patient. You listened to her every word and made sure she realized that you didn't fake your interest in whatever she said.

Which she seemed to appreciate a lot. Sarah probably didn’t play a lot with her, if ever and she most certainly didn’t give a rats ass about the stories the kid had to tell about her barbies, where they came from and who was related to who.

You ended up playing with her dolls on her bed, while the soundtrack of Frozen was on in the background.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, little one?” you brushed her hair, while she brushed that of her favorite doll.

“I really like you.”

The corners of your mouth curled into a smile and you dropped a kiss to her head, “I like you too, pumpkin.”

“And I think my daddy likes you too.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. He wanted to call you last night. I found him staring at your contact three times when he and I watched Tangled in his bed! Three!”

Now that was surprising and interesting. Why did he want to call you?

To tell you that he had fired Sarah? To say: ‘You were right’? Probably not. Yoongi didn’t seem like the kind of guy who liked to admit that he had been wrong.

“Well, maybe he and I can become friends one day.”

“I hope so,” she turned around to look at you, that same gummy smile that her father has, sitting on her face.

You let her stay up about thirty more minutes, before you sent her off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. And when she came running into your arms again and asked you to read her a bed time story, how could you refuse?

So you did just that. She picked the book for you, you tucked her into bed and then you read as much as you had to, for her to fall asleep.

You even watched her for a bit longer, a content smile on your face, before silently making your way out of her room. You didn’t fully close the door, just so you could hear if she woke up again.

You didn't know when Yoongi would be back exactly, so you made yourself something warm to drink, before sitting down on the couch in the living room and turning on the TV.

You ended up using his Netflix account (and mentally thanked him for having one) and were finally able to catch up on your favorite show. You were so focused on the screen, that you didn’t even hear him come back a few hours later.

“You should have gone to bed,” you jumped and nearly threw a pillow at him, but he only chuckled, “It's past midnight.”

“Is it?” you checked your phone and were baffled that you had apparently spent the last four hours binge watching. But then again, did it really baffle you?

“Did everything work out? With Mei, I mean?”

“Went well, yeah,” you tucked your legs under your butt when he sat down next to you, “She was great.”

“Good.. good,” and even though you had thought you were past that awkward stage, the silence that settled was definitely not comfortable, “You uh.. already know that I fired Sarah.”

“Yeah. Good riddance.”

“But that means I need someone new to take care of Mei.”

“Mhm.”

You both blinked at each other and he was hoping you would get it without him having to say it out loud. Because he didn't want to admit that he needed your help. He didn't want to say: 'You were right'.

But it seemed like he had to, since you didn’t bite.

“So I thought,” he started, “Since you're broke and I have money.. and your apartment is shitty and mine isn't.”

“Hey!” you hit his arm and pretended to be offended, but he held up his hands in defense and muttered a 'Just saying'.

“I'm offering you a job. As Mei's nanny.”

That made your jaw drop, “You want ME to be her nanny?”

“Why not? She clearly won't accept anyone other than you, you get along well with her, I know that you're – mostly – responsible and that I can – hopefully – trust you. I'd pay you enough money so you don't have to worry anymore and you can live upstairs. You’d still be here, but you’d almost have your own place.”

“But you don't like me.”

“Maybe,” lie, he thought to himself, “But I need you. And more importantly, my daughter needs you.”

“So let me get this straight,” you closed your eyes for a moment, “You want me to live here? With you and your daughter? So that I can be her nanny? And you would pay me?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“My answer. It's yes.”

“Well. That was fast.”

“It's like you've said. I like your girl a lot and I'm good with her. Your apartment is nice and Uni wouldn't be as far from here as it is from where I live now. And then there's that extra bonus of course..”

“..which is?”

“You know.. I'm probably going to see you naked eventually,” you wiggled your eyebrows, actually just trying to ease the tension a bit.

He stared at you for a moment, then he began laughing, thinking to himself: ‘As if that would ever happen.’

Right?

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Rose Creds to Suzanne

this is a little something I wrote a while ago based on a tumblr prompt that I’m sure a lot of people have already seen!! it’s a little rough because again, it’s a little old and mostly unedited, but it’s been a minute since I posed something fully original that wasn’t a tag game. reblogs/feedback is appreciated and loved!!

read time: < 5 mins

Owen crouched with his back to the red brick house, praying that the inhabitants weren’t home. Most people didn’t take to it too kindly when a stranger stole the flowers from their garden.

Bouquets were expensive. Thirty dollars for a dozen miscellaneous flowers he could dig out of the ground himself? No thank you. And that was on the cheaper side of things; if he wanted to get roses, her favorite flowers, then prices could reach up to eighty dollars. That much money really stacked up as the months went by.

Owen wasn’t going to skimp out on roses because they were expensive. She deserved some goddamn roses. But he certainly wasn’t about to spend his nonexistent paycheck on them every month. And so, for the eleventh time in a row, he found himself in a stranger’s backyard, clawing at their rose bushes in a messy attempt to get out of there as soon as possible.

He tried to take them from different areas so he didn’t ruin the whole look of the garden. Still, it was pretty obvious someone had been digging around. Maybe there were opossums around that could take the blame.

Come to think of it, he didn’t know if opossums dug. Or if they even lived around the area.

One thing was for sure: the girl emerging from the back door was not under the impression that Owen was an opossum.

Owen jumped to his feet, fresh soil sprinkling to the ground. The girl took a few steps closer, her head tilted as she scanned his face down to the flowers clenched in the fist at his side.

“Can I help you?” she asked. Her voice was bright, friendly. As if he hadn’t just been stealing half her garden.

“I—I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, I was just—”

“Taking some flowers,” she finished for him, nodding at his homemade bouquet.

He felt his face heat up. “Yeah.”

She cracked a smile. “I’m not mad or anything, you don’t have to worry. I just want to know why so I know you’re not a serial killer or whatever.”

“A serial killer?” Owen said, more confused than anything. This was not the reaction he had expected when he had heard the back door open. At least if she had called the cops he would know what to expect.

The girl shrugged. “Some serial killers pose as charming guys doing harmless tasks to lure in their victims. I read something about it for school once.”

Owen blinked hard before offering her a slow nod, not wanting to be rude. He didn’t know what to say.

Luckily, it seemed the girl had enough to say for the both of them. “So, who’s the lucky lady you’re on your way to see? My roses better be going to someone beautiful,” the girl said, arms crossed and hip jutted out. Her joking smirk helped Owen relax a little.

“They are,” he said. “And I don’t want to be late, so if you don’t mind, I should probably go.”

“Alright,” the girl said. “Well, good luck on your date then. Tell her where you got them, yeah? Rose creds to Suzanne,” she joked.

Owen allowed a sliver of a smile onto his face. “It was nice to meet you Suzanne. I’m Owen.” He turned around to slip back through the gate he had snuck through to get into her backyard. Right before he set off to his destination, he remember himself and turned around. “Hey, Suzanne, thanks for letting me—”

She had already gone back inside.

Owen flushed despite the fact that no one was out there to see him. He’d have to thank her next month when he’d inevitably be back, but until then, he hoped that she didn’t think too poorly of him.

The walk was only a few minutes from Suzanne’s house. He could walk it with a blindfold on after so many visits.

The sun was bright in the cemetery. Owen knelt next to the knee high grave, letting the weight of his conversation with Suzanne go and just remembering. He didn’t cry. Tears didn’t come as easily anymore, but his throat burned and his limbs felt heavy as he read the words engraved in the stone.

Sadie Abernathy

02-17-03 – 11-13-17

Beloved daughter, sister, and friend

He swept away the dried out stems of the previous month’s bouquet and rested the roses right at the base.

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He’s Mine - Chapter 1 (Yoonmin ABO Hogwarts AU)

So here is Chapter 1 of the new fanfic, I hope you guys enjoy! 

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                          Chapter 1 - A New School and A First Meeting

“Yes, eomma. I promise I’ll be okay at school.” Jimin answered his mother’s frantic questions through his two-way mirror, joining his childhood friends, the Omega Taehyung and the Alpha Jungkook, in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. This was their first year at Hogwarts and they were excited to see which House they would be sorted into.

Jimin, being the curious and studious child he was, had begged his parents to teach him small bits of magic when his magic first manifested so he could learn how to harness it better and then taught himself other spells that he found useful in his everyday life. Then when he entered the local primary school for magical children to learn English, he met his childhood friends, Taehyung and Jungkook. The three of them were inseparable, each promising to never turn their backs on each other no matter what happens, what they presented as, or what House they would be sorted into when they got their acceptance letters from Hogwarts.

Now as he sat with his two eager friends, he couldn’t help but join in on their excitement. After all, Hogwarts had changed a lot after the Great War with Voldemort and now, no one knew what to expect from the legendary school. Of course, their parents were quite reluctant to let them go at first after all that happened but when they kept on begging nonstop and pleading, they finally decided to let the three of them go.

“Eomma, I’ll be back soon for Thanksgiving Break and then I’ll be home for Christmas Break.” Jimin reassured his crying mother gently. His parents, along with Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s, were still standing on the platform and waiting for the train to take their darling children to their school. His mother sniffled as she nodded “Okay, honey. I’ll see you soon, dear. Don’t forget to write to me and your dad too!”

“I won’t, Eomma. I love you and dad! Bye now!” Jimin replied dutifully, blowing a kiss at his mother who blew a kiss back then waved bye. Putting his two-way mirror away, he groaned as his two friends grinned at him. Glaring at them halfheartedly, he muttered “It’s not like your parents are going to be any better once they get home and start owling you nonstop.”

Taehyung and Jungkook shared a horrified look as they thought about the insane number of letters their parents could potentially send them everyday, making Jimin cackle at them. The three of them found themselves immersed into a discussion about how their schedules for the school year could possibly look and how their classes would be with which Professor. All Jimin knew was that he wanted to be able to taught by the legendary Professors, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall.

Taehyung let out a high-pitched squeal when the train finally began moving, making both of his friends laugh at his excitement. Pulling out a deck of cards, Jungkook asked “You guys wanna play?”

The three of them were in the midst of a game of a new game when the door to their compartment opened. Looking up, Jimin felt his cheeks flush lightly at the curious gaze of the handsome Alpha Slytherin Head Boy. Shyly, he waved and bowed politely “Hello, I’m Park Jimin and these are my friends, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. We’re first-years.”

“Hello, I’m Min Yoongi. I’m a third-year student at Hogwarts but I’m the Slytherin Head Boy as well.,” the Alpha bowed politely. “The other Head Boy, the Head Girls, and I are just walking through to make sure everything is going well. We look forward to your Sorting.”

And with that, the Alpha left them with another polite bow and closed the door behind him. Once they were sure the Alpha was out of earshot, Taehyung took in a deep breath then screeched “Min Yoongi? That was THE Min Yoongi?”

“Is he famous or something, TaeTae?” Jimin asked curiously, wanting to know why his friend was reacting so dramatically. Turning to look at Jimin with wide frantic eyes, Taehyung flailed his arms around wildly as he answered “Famous?! The Min Family is a legend in the Magic World for being one of the largest and most powerful Dark Families for centuries! Not to mention, they have a lot of creature blood in them too! Min Dae-Hyun, the patriarch, is in charge of South Korea’s Magical Task Force and his wife, Min Ji-Hyo, is the Secretary for the President of the South Korean Magical World. Their son, Min Yoongi, is a musical prodigy and rumor has it that they’ve been teaching him about magic since he was born and he’s been taught by only the best of the best! He’s also been said to be even more powerful than Harry Potter himself, but only an infinitely lot more coldhearted and rude.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped at the information, he never really paid much attention to gossip but it seems like he really should start paying more attention now. Jungkook laughed at Jimin’s shocked look then grinned suggestively with wiggling eyebrows “Maybe our little ChimChim wants to be devoured by Min Yoongi.”

The looks of horror and embarrassment from both his friends was enough was to send Jungkook into a fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and almost wheezing from how hard he was laughing. Jimin pouted as he sat back in his seat, his eyes fluttering close as he fell into a light nap.

“So I’m a Ravenclaw...,” Taehyung pointed to himself then pointed to Jungkook. “And you’re a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin.” Taehyung finished, pointing at the nervously fidgeting Jimin. The three of them had been sorted and Jimin couldn’t help but feel shy when he felt an all too familiar gaze watching him the whole time he was being sorted but felt proud when he saw his Head of House, Severus Snape, nod approvingly at him. Now, he and his friends were sitting at an empty table for dinner. Gone were the long House tables and now, there were small circular tables set throughout the room for friends to sit together instead, making them all feel more comfortable in the relaxed atmosphere.

Dinner was a relaxed affair, the Great Hall was filled with excited chatter from the first years but Jimin and his friends chatted quietly about what to expect from their classes tomorrow, each hoping that they would be able to have some classes with each other.

After dinner, Jimin waved goodbye to his friends as he followed the rest of the Slytherin students to their Common Room, where their Head of House would be speaking to them about what he expected from them and any other information he deemed important to tell them. In the Slytherin Common Room, Professor Snape was already waiting for them with his arms folded neatly across his chest. Looking out at them, Professor Snape’s baritone voice cut through the air like a whip as he began to speak.

“Congratulations, you have been sorted into the honored House of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four Founders. I’m sure you all have heard of the rumors regarding our House, but I do not care whether or not you believe those rumors. As a member of Slytherin House, I expect you all to be on your absolute best and to do nothing, but your absolute best. We are a House of resourcefulness, determination, ambition and cunning. We will be seen as a House, united and dignified. Any and all problems within the House will be solved in here or in my office, I hope that is clear.”

His dark eyes seemed to pierce into their souls as he continued on “I am aware that you all have hormones, urges, and other tendencies at your age and although matings do occur during the school year, my advice to you all is to plan it wisely. Alphas will be living in their designated halls, which are separated by gender as will all Omegas. If I hear or catch any of you trying to sneak into another hall or sneaking out after curfew, you will face the consequences and be punished.”

“Curfew for first-years is nine, ten-thirty for the second years, eleven for third and fourth years, and midnight for fifth through seventh years. If you plan on studying later than midnight anywhere else besides the Common Room or in your dorm, seek out a Prefect, the Head Boy, or come to me for a slip. If you need help, the Prefects will be having tutoring sessions from six to nine in the evenings or you may come to me during my office hours. Your schedules will be handed out at breakfast tomorrow with the password to the Slytherin Dungeon , so I suggest you all have an early night.”

And with that, Professor Snape left them in the Common Room with the Head Boy and the Prefects, who began to introduce themselves. The first one was a fourth-year female Alpha named Lisette Martins, who lead all the female Alphas to their hall then they were followed by a fourth-year female Omega named Gisella Cavallero, who took all the female Omegas to their hall. Of course there were a few wolf-whistles and catcalls when she stood up but one harsh cold look from Yoongi stopped them.

All the male Alphas were lead to their hall by a fifth year Alpha named Aleksander Petrov and Yoongi lead the rest of them to their hall. Jimin sent Yoongi a small smile when he entered his dorm, pleased that he was sharing it with two Omegas that he had met earlier, another two South Korean boys named Byun Baekhyun and Yoon Jeonghan. He quickly changed into his pajamas then took care of his bathroom business, using the toilet and brushing his teeth then climbed into bed, praying to Mother Magic that he would have at least one class with his friends.

Meanwhile in Professor Snape’s office, Severus sighed exasperatedly at the white wolf sprawled out across his rug. Taking a sip of his tea, he smirked “You haven’t even gotten to know the boy yet and you’re already so soft for him, Yoongi.”

The only response he got was a huff from the large animal, making him roll his eyes fondly as he mused “You already have Veela, Elf, Vampire, and Shifter blood in you and your family. Hopefully, this Park Jimin boy doesn’t have any more creature blood. Who knows what will happen to your family if you add any more creature blood?”

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS! 

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“Run-In” - Part 4

Genre: MILD GRAPHIC CONTENT, Angst, and Smut

Word Count: 8,019

A/N: There is a graphic scene in this chapter and can be triggering… (I think) Please read at your own risk.

 Theme Song for this Chapter- “Ven ft. Beenzino- On Your Body”

You fell, face-first, on your bed in exhaustion. Finally you had a moment to yourself to rest. You and Yoongi had been kicking it into overdrive, fucking everywhere and majority of the time. He would just randomly pop up to fuck you and you, like a horny teenager, are always willing and ready for him. He had showed up one day when you were out to lunch with Hyolyn thus making you return with the ‘I just had sex’ look. He would fuck you in his car after a meeting and some times before no matter if it’s daytime or night. Then he would just show up out of nowhere to your apartment. And it didn’t matter if you were sleep, in the shower, or eating, when Yoongi showed up you had to drop everything and fuck him. You haven’t been back to his club since the last time and he wouldn’t let you come back, said that you being there was bad for business.

You rolled your eyes at the thought, turning over on your side. Since you two have been getting along so well, you also were often running into his friends. You finally introduced yourself to Namjoon and Hoseok and quickly came to the conclusion that you liked them. They reminded you of silly older brothers and the fact that they occasionally bugged Yoongi, made you like them even more.

“Y/n, what do you see in this jerk?” Hoseok asked one day, nodding his head in Yoongi’s direction.

“Yeah I’m sure you can find someone a lot better to please you,” Namjoon stated, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “Like me.” He whispered in your ear but loud enough for Yoongi to hear. You blushed, not knowing what to say. But before you could respond, Yoongi pulled you away from his friends, leaving them laughing at his instant jealousy. Not that he would ever admit it.

A few times, he would invite you out with them. And while they were in a meeting, you waited patiently indulging in whatever was around. You at least got to hang out with them for a little bit before Yoongi pulled you away from everyone. Those evenings always ended with Yoongi fucking you.

The alarm on your phone went off and you struggled to get up. Your ass was beyond sore from all the hard spankings Yoongi released on your behind an hour ago. Now you had to get up and get dressed for work, waddling and limping to the bathroom. At work, you took your time moving about the store. You made sure not to bump against anything and if you needed to kneel down, you avoided touching your ass with the heels of your feet.

Mina laughed at you. “Wow y/n, your boyfriend really did a number on you, huh?”

You looked at her confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that the sex must have been great because you are limping around.”

“Oh!” You giggled. “Yes, it was amazing but he’s not my boyfriend. Just a guy I’m seeing.”

“Ohh… it’s one of those relationships. Friends with benefits,” Mina sighed. “Sex with someone you know you’re not supposed to be with, is always adventurous and exciting. My ex always knew how to please me. He would balance it between making love and rough sex. When we made love, he took his time catering to my body. But with rough sex… let’s just say those were some of the longest but best nights ever! Just last week we had a quick moment,” she giggled to herself. “That man is unbelievable.”

Now it was your turn to sigh. “Why don’t you two just get back together? You are giggling like a little schoolgirl over him.”“

"One day, I will introduce you to him.”

“Good, because when you do, I’m telling him how in love you are with him. It’s like a schoolyard crush.” You laughed.

~~~~~

Yoongi ran his hands threw his hair as read over the files in front of him. His family owned a lot of property which meant they controlled a lot of people. They foresaw any transactions on drugs in the city, they owned clubs, restaurants, and other small businesses. The responsibility on his shoulders was a lot but he handled it like he was the one who first started everything. His brother and father were elsewhere, looking to expand their businesses to other cities in the country.

“Playboy Min!” Namjoon shouted as he entered the office. “Even with all the pussy you get on a regular basis, you still seemed stressed.”

Yoongi tossed the paper on the desk and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his face taking a deep breath. Hoseok, who was sitting at the desk, did the same. Taking a break from the files he was looking at.

“I think I gotta make a few stops at a couple businesses. Make an example out of them for not paying the full amount of what’s due.”

“I think you need you call y/n up and have her come over so you can relax. Withholding money is what these small businesses have been doing for the past year. It’s not worth getting upset over.” Namjoon stated looking at the paperwork.

“It maybe a little but over time, those dollar amounts add up.”

“Ok, then let’s take a drive by each one, if it will make you feel better.” Namjoon said, placing his hands in his pants pocket. “So how’s that situation going?”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked, picking up another paper to look over it.

“The situation with y/n. I gotta tell you, Yoongi, I thought you were biting off more than you could chew getting involved with her. But it’s been a couple months and I gotta admit she’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Well I’m only keeping her around so I could get information on the police.”

“And have you?” Hoseok questioned.

“Not yet, I need her to open up to me before I starting asking about the family. Otherwise, I’m sure she’ll get suspicious.”

Yoongi’s phone rung out. He looked at it and before answering. “The main woman in my life that likes to call and bug the hell out of me for fun.” He slid his finger across the screen.

“Yes, mom,” Yoongi rolled his eyes making Namjoon chuckled. His attitude quickly changed to a panic after hearing her frantic voice. “Whoa! Whoa! Slow down and repeat that.”

Yoongi stood to his feet alerting everyone around him. He listened carefully as she repeated it over. Yoongi shook his head in disbelief, trying to control his anxiety from taking over.

“L-Let me call you back.” He hung up the phone, her cries cut short. Lowering the phone from his face, Yoongi was frozen like a statue.

“Yo man, what’s up?” Hoseok asked concerned. Yoongi took a deep breath and looked up at his friends.

“That was my mom… she said that my brother was killed,” Yoongi stated in a shaky voice. Hoseok’s and Namjoon’s eyes widen at the news. “My brother is gone… he’s gone…”

Yoongi picked up the statue off of his desk, the same statue that you had hit him with. In anger, he threw it at the giant window listening as the loud sound of glass breaking filled the room. People in the club panicked, as the shattering glass fell down on them. They ran to the exit as fast they could, causing a stampede. Yoongi went on a rampage, destroying everything under his touch. Namjoon and Hoseok quickly went to restrain him.

“LET ME FUCKING GO!!!” He screamed in pain as tears fell from his eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He refused to accept the fact that his brother was gone.

They pulled him down on the couch, listening to him weep. Yoongi cover his face in his hands trying to keep from losing his mind. His head was racing with thoughts on what might have happened. Namjoon sat with Yoongi as Hoseok got up to look for his phone, which was ringing nonstop. He managed to find it under the debris items that were now no good. He answered as quickly as he could.

“Hello?… Hi Mrs. Min… yes this is Hoseok,” he listened for a minute, looking over at Yoongi broken figure. “No ma'am, he’s in bad shape… ok, I’ll give him the phone.” Hoseok held the phone for Yoongi to take. He took it, taking a deep breath to control his voice.

“Yeah,” he sniffed.

“Your father has called a meeting. Everyone is ordered to come here now. We’re leaving town in thirty minutes.” She spoke quickly.

“What happened?” He asked, ignoring her statement.

“He went to meet with a guy, but the guy rat him out to the police. They were on him in seconds, executing him on the spot.” She sobbed. Yoongi’s blood boiled just listening to her cry.

“Who was it? Who’s the guy and who is the pig bastard that shot him?” His voice was sharp and cold. His friends knew that Yoongi would be out looking for blood and this wasn’t just a simple kill. When Yoongi got like this, everyone the person was associated with was dead. Their children, their parents, family, and friends. It’s was about to be a massacre.

“Yoongi, we will deal with that accordingly. But for now, we are going to see your brother’s partner. He was the one that called your father but he was also supposed to be with him at that meeting. That’s all can say. Get over here now.”

Yoongi hung up the phone and stood to leave. “Close down the club. We’ll be leaving town for awhile. Go home, pack, and meet me at my parents place.”

He told his men before walking out of the office.

~~~

Car after car was parked out on the street surrounding the Min Estate. Everyone was dressed in all black, waiting on their orders from the boss. Yoongi paced the floor while his mother calmly sipped her wine. She was dressed in black too, ready to stand beside her husband and son. Mina held on to her hand watching Yoongi walk back and forth. When he called her, she was up in seconds waiting on him to pick her up. They may have been broken up but she wanted to be there for him.

Moments later, his father entered the room with thirty men in tow. Everyone stood as he walked by. Yoongi went to greet him, bowing as he stood in front of him.

“Welcome back, dad. Did you have a safe trip?”

He nodded removing his coat. “Yes. I take it, you’ve been taking care of everything here,” he asked and Yoongi nodded. “For safety reasons, I want you to double check everything and move on my say-so. I don’t want to lose you like I lost your brother.”

Yoongi’s mother put her glass down and stood. “When will those fucking pigs release my baby? I want to see him.”

He took his wife’s hands in his. “His body will be delivered tomorrow and we will have the funeral five days later.”

“What do you need me to do?” Yoongi spoke up.

“I need you to travel back to the neighboring district and speak with, John, his partner. For whatever reason, John didn’t show up for the meeting.”

“Yes, sir,” he signaled to his men. “Let’s go.”

~~~

John was asleep in his bed. He turned on his side to reach for his wife but she wasn’t there. His faced contorted in confusion as he continued to feel the cold sheets for her. In a panic, he sat up in bed and turned on the table side lamp. Yoongi was sitting in a chair close to the bed, wiping off a gun. He didn’t look up at John when he woke up, he just simply spoke.

“Glad to see you’re awake.”

John looked over and saw that not only did they have his wife tied up and blindfolded but also his two little girls. They were forced to kneel while Yoongi’s men surrounded them.

“Oh God! Please don’t hurt them!” He cried out.

Yoongi finally looked at him. “That’s really up to you,” he stood and walked over to the bedroom window.

“I’m really sorry about your brother, I really am. I blame myself for what happened. I told your father that I’ll take full responsibility.”

“Yeah you seem really stricken with grief,” Yoongi replied smartly. “That’s why you’re resting comfortably in bed instead of trying to help us,” he knocked over the dresser causing everything on top to fall over in a mess. The girls screamed out in fear. “I swear to God if you repeat such a stupid thing to me again, you could kiss your youngest goodbye!”

“Ok ok, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt them.” John begged with his hands up in defense.

“I want to know who was he meeting with and why didn’t you show up?”

“The guy’s name is BigE.”

“BigE?” Yoongi asked confused.

“Yeah, I was on my way to the rendezvous when a car pulled me over. Five guys jumped out claiming to be BigE’s men. They handed me a suitcase full of money and drove off. When I arrived to the scene, the police was there and your brother was dead. I’m sorry, I tried to get through to him but they arrested me.”

“Where’s the case?”

John pointed to a small silver case in the corner. Yoongi picked it up. Right away he could tell something was off about it. It was heavier than the average case with just money.

“How do you know money is in this? Did you open it?”

John seemed taken aback by the questions. “Well no, but what else could it be?”

Yoongi handed the case to one of his men. “Do you have an address for BigE? Where does he stay?

"I have a location for his ex wife.” John scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Yoongi.

“If the address is a fake or if I find out that you’re lying to me, I’m gonna come back and make you watch me put a bullet in each of your daughters and your wife. And then I will kill you. You got that?!”

Yoongi left the house leaving one of his men to stay behind.

~~~

BigE climbed out of bed to go to the kitchen. He reached in the fridge and pulled out a beer, checking to make sure the gun on top was secure in place. Being an informant for the police, not only put his life in danger but also his family and he wanted to make sure they were protected. Him and his estranged ex wife had their differences and he wasn’t too happy when she took the kids and left. But with the money he made that day, he could afford to take them all on a long vacation.

He walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. He took a swig of beer only to be knocked upside his head. When he looked up, he was surrounded by four men. They covered his mouth and dragged him out of the house, throwing him down on the cold concrete. Yoongi slowly paced back and forth looking at his Rolex.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

BigE watched in horror as the living room exploded into pieces. The fire slowly spread to other parts of the house. He could hear his ex wife screaming for help as the fire trapped her in the bedroom. It wasn’t long before he heard his kids screaming for help too. He struggled to get up as their little voices yelled and cried at the top of their lungs. And soon the only sounds that could be heard, was the roaring of the fire. BigE tried to get up but Yoongi pointed a gun his face.

“I’m not ready for you to die just yet but I promise that you will be joining your family soon enough.”

The men placed BigE in the back of a black van. Yoongi walked over to his private car and climbed in. He pulled out his phone and called Hoseok to make sure everything was set up. They headed to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. BigE was already tied down to a chair when Yoongi had arrived. He walked up, handing his coat to one of the guys.

“Now that we finally have some privacy, we can talk.”

“Fuck you, Min! The police will come looking for me when they know I’m missing. You might as well give up.”

Yoongi laughed. “I’m not worry about the police. I’m not worried about anybody coming to disturb us but if you like, you can scream for help.” BigE looked intimidated but tried not to show it. “Come on, do it. I’ll do it too. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SOMEBODY HELP! COME SAVE BIG-E!!!! PLEASE!” Yoongi screamed out with his head tossed back, making sure his voice echoed around the empty warehouse. He looked back down at BigE.

“I guess that means we are all alone. Now are you ready to answer my questions?”

“Fuck you!” He spit on the ground in front of Yoongi. “I’m not saying shit!”

Yoongi didn’t say another word. He searched BigE’s pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes before he grabbed a gas can and poured a little on his bare feet. Yoongi put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it, a cloud of smoke surrounded his face as he exhaled. He flicked the stick of nicotine, igniting his feet. BigE yelled in pain as flames burned off his skin. Namjoon and Hoseok, as well as the rest of the crew, watched the graphic scene. The smell of burn flesh filled everyone senses.

“I guess this must have been what your family felt before they were melted to ash, huh?” Yoongi laughed. “Are you ready to talk now? I can always burn off more body parts.” BigE nodded and Yoongi signaled for them to put out the fire.

“I want to know why… why did you set my brother up? Where did you get the case with the bomb?”

BigE groaned from the pain as he tried to talk. “The police… the police raided my hideout. I didn’t know it was a bomb. They just told me to give the case to John and to trap your brother.”

Yoongi and his friends shared a confused look before he turned his attention back to BigE.

“Do you really expect me to believe that cops set you up?”

“They did! They even paid me! I was told to leave town with my family!”

“Ok, who was it?”

“I don’t know who they were. They weren’t the cops we usually see around here. They seemed more like thugs in suits. The one that shot your brother was wearing a suit too, not a uniform.”

“But you don’t know his name?” Yoongi asked. BigE shook his head. “Well, thanks anyway.”

Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon walked away as the rest of the guys dealt with BigE. They lit him on fire until his charred body remained. He was then chopped up and burned again and his ashes were scattered into the nearby river. Within a couple of hours, everyone was back at home and the death of one family seemed as though it was caused by ghosts. Yoongi got out of bed, leaving Mina to sleep quietly. He reached for his phone and dialed Namjoon’s number, listening to it ring until the sleepy voice of his friend came on the line.

“Hello?”

“I had been thinking…”

“No no no, don’t you ever get any sleep?” Namjoon groaned.

“Sleep is for the dead. Now as I was saying before you interrupted me, I had been thinking and I wanted your thoughts. What do you think of his accusation about the police?”

“I mean it was strange. When do you hear about the police using their intel as bait to kill off mobsters? That was the first time for me.”

Yoongi sighed. He had a bad feeling about the entire situation. “Something’s not right about this and I’m willing to bet my entire fortune just to prove it.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Meet me at the office downtown first thing in the morning. And bring Hoseok too.”

“You got it! Now gets some sleep before you turn into an old man.”

Yoongi hung up the phone just as he heard Namjoon laugh. Instead of going to bed, he stared out of his large window at the moon. He didn’t know why but killing his brother was just the beginning. The beginning of what?

~~~

The funeral was held on a cold and rainy day. The dark clouds kept the sun away preventing the light from shining through. Yoongi was really out of it after seeing his brother in a casket. He was grateful that the bullet to the back of his head didn’t exit through the front. He wanted to see his brother one last time and was relieved that he could. Yoongi chuckled shaking his head, reminiscing about all the times they had growing up. No matter how hard their father was on him, his brother was there for support. Yoongi wanted to be just like him but his brother told him to grow up and be himself. “Dad will be proud when he sees what a man you have become. I guess you didn’t need to be like me after all”. He reached out and touched the cold hand.

“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what you went through the last couple minutes before you were killed. But I promise you that whoever is responsible, will die. I will send them your way so you could finish the score.”

Now they all stood at the graveside. His mother crying into his father’s arms, Hoseok and Namjoon were on his left and Mina stood on his right, and the rest of their family and friends surrounded them. Yoongi stared as they lowered the glossy wooden box into the ground. He was trying like hell to keep his anger at bay. His brother shouldn’t be the one to lie in a cold grave for eternity. No, he planned on bringing enough pain and death to whoever was involved.

Mina held on tight to his arm. She could feel his body tense up and became worried. She didn’t want Yoongi to get himself in trouble or worst, wind up dead. During the Repast, he kept to himself except for a few conversations with his friends and father. He gave her attention but she could also feel him withdrawing away from her. As much as Mina wanted to comfort Yoongi, she gave him space hoping that he would open up to her but it was just like before. He wasn’t really there. She sighed and went to talk to his mother who embraced her.

“Give him time, sweetheart. He is just grieving the lost of his brother, they were very close.” His mother stated wiping away tears.

“And what about the days when he’s not grieving? I thought that this would bring us closer together but maybe it’s time to let go. I want to be with him but he treats me like I don’t exist.”

“Just give him time. Yoongi has his own way for going about things.”

Mina looked over at him. He had his phone out and his attention was into that. Yoongi sent you a quick message before leaving from the ceremony.

~~~~~

You were on your couch watching TV when a message came through on your phone.

7:13pm- The Big Asshole: I’m on my way, be ready for me!

You had rushed to the kitchen making sure everything was ready. You haven’t seen or spoke to Yoongi in six days and you wanted to do something special. You two had grown a little closer in a short period of time and he wasn’t as bad as you thought. Your feelings had changed and you were starting to like him. You found yourself smiling at the thought of him and reminiscing on all the past sexual experiences you two shared. You even wanted to dial his number just to hear his voice, no matter if he was annoyed or not. So you had prepared a meal for him, liquor for him to drink and relax, and you even had on a little surprise under your robe. Hoping that maybe you two could take your relationship to the next level tonight. You planned for this moment three days ago when he disappeared. You went shopping for lingerie for him to rip off and toys from an adult store for him to use on you.

You smiled and quivered with anticipation. You were starting to suffer from withdrawals without him. Hearing your front door open and close made you straighten up your posture. You were waiting on him to enter the kitchen and finally he did. He was dressed up and you wondered where he had been. Yoongi looked around the kitchen and then his eyes focused on you.

“I thought I said to be ready.” His deep voice spoke. You could hear the irritation in his voice but chose to ignore it.

“Well I thought we could have dinner and a drink first.” You replied, gesturing towards the table where everything was set up. “I wanted us to take things a little slow. We could eat and talk because there was something I wanted to say–”

Yoongi immediately swiped his arm across the table, knocking everything over. You watched in horror as the food you cooked made a mess over the floor.

“I told you to be ready, not to do all this romantic shit!” He yelled in anger.

“B-But… but I thought–” you stuttered as tears filled your eyes.

“I hope you aren’t insinuating that this could be anything more than just sex.” He gauged your reaction and when you didn’t deny it that confirmed his suspicions. “You thought I liked you?!” He grabbed his head in disbelief, laughing sarcastically. You could slowly feel your heart breaking. “Let me remind you so that this stupid idea doesn’t cross your brain again. You mean NOTHING to me! NOTHING! I only want you for one thing and if you didn’t feel so good wrapped around me, I definitely wouldn’t be here! Now if you can’t control your fucking hormones then just say the word and I’ll leave.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself and looked down at the mess on the floor. This was not what you had imagined at all. If he didn’t want to be with you, he could have said it without making you feel so low.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You sniffed.

The moment the last word left your mouth, you were being lifted in the air. Yoongi thrown you over his shoulder and carried you to your bedroom. The entire time, you felt a pull at your chest. You had offered your body without your heart and that really bothered you. He tossed you on the bed and climbed on top of you. He roughly kissed you, moving down to your neck so he could plant hickeys on your skin. Your moves, however, became mechanical. Responding without feeling because your mind was elsewhere.

Yoongi opened up your robe, immediately liking the view. He nibbled at your smooth skin waiting to hear that sweet sound of your voice but nothing came out. He sat up and the look on your face made him stop his actions. You stared up at the ceiling, breathing calmly but deeply. He watched as tears spilled from your eyes. Knowing that he was watching and you had to hold back how you felt made your interior wall break. Unable to hold in your emotions, you burst into tears. You covered your face with your hands as you cried. Yoongi was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude. He didn’t know what to say or do so he got up and left. You felt the bed shift and then heard the front door close. You grabbed the nearest pillow and cried into it. You didn’t know why it hurt so badly but it did.

~~~

It had been a week and you haven’t heard from Yoongi. Not a single call or text. Deep down you knew he was avoiding you and the thought ate at you. You felt like shit. Being ignored because of your feelings for someone. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You grabbed your phone and called, Riku, a girl who you used to work with. She was an absolute party animal and was very obnoxious. She was warned for her rude attitude towards the customers five times and was eventually fired. She also used to brag about the different guys she had every week and tell you about her sex escapades all the time. Hyolyn didn’t like her and thought she was bad news, so did your family when you told them about her. After Riku was fired, the two of you only talked when you both made plans for going out.

You squeezed into a tight hot pink dress that hugged your curves. You put on your black heels and made sure your hair and makeup was perfect before you had Riku pick you up. Because you didn’t want any other problems, you avoided going to Yoongi’s lounge and instead, had Riku picked the destination. When the car pulled up to the club, you could hear the music from the outside. People were everywhere, drunk and sober. Riku found a spot and parked the car. The two of you got out and walked over to the line. Four guys came and stood next to you. You watched as Riku instantly greeted and hugged them, pushing her body up against them. She introduced them as her friends and also invited them out to hang with you. A part of you knew that there was a good chance she probably already slept with them. Three of the guys stood around her while the other one showed interest in you. He asked you a lot of questions and your thoughts on different topics. The conversation was never boring and you found it refreshing. Once inside the club, you all were seated at a booth. You were going to stick to your usual cocktails but Riku wasn’t having it.

“Sorry, y/n. But we’re only drinking shots tonight. We gotta loosen you up!”

Everyone cheered and you couldn’t help but blush a little. The first five shots were nothing. The next five made you tipsy. The five shots after had you slumped over, seeing three of everything. Riku tried to hand you another drink but you ended up spilling it due to your inebriated body. The guy who you were talking to moved closer to you.

“Hey, are you alright?” You looked over at all three versions of him.

“Yeeeaaah, I ammm okaaay.”

“Good, for a second I thought you were done partying.” He smirked looking over at Riku and his friends. They were all smiling, watching him make his move. He moved even closer placing his hand on your thigh, slowly moving his hand up your leg. Your inner self was screaming to get up but you felt weighed down. You were way too drunk for your liking.

“Excuuuuse meee.” You slurred.

You knew you must have looked like a fool as you stumbled away. But you had to leave, something just didn’t feel right. The guy snapped his fingers at his lost.

“Dammit! I was so close.”

“I thought you said that your friend puts out, Riku?” One of his friends asked.

“She does! We didn’t get her drunk for nothing. You just have to wait.” She stated irritatingly. Now that you had left, she had to deal with all four of them and that wasn’t her plan. She quickly spotted someone in the crowd that was in dire need of her attention and got up.

~~~~~

Yoongi was there to meet a good friend of his father’s to talk business. He hadn’t even been inside the club, two minutes before he was being harassed.

“Min Yoongi…”

“What do you want, Riku?” He asked in irritation as he continued walking to the back of the club.

“I just wanted to say 'hello’.”

“And now that you have, don’t break your cute little ass walking back to wherever you just came from. You know you won’t be able to sell pussy of you do.”

Riku pouted. “I’m not a hooker, Yoongi! You should know that.”

“That’s not what Namjoon told me. Or Hoseok.” He chuckled walking behind a door only meant for staff.

Riku huffed, stomping her heels as she walked away. Yoongi walked further into the back, entered the elevator that lead to a private upper office. He found an older man sitting at his desk looking over paperwork. He went to make himself a drink before taking a seat in a leather chair.

“You look like shit, Min.” The man said still staring at the papers in front of him. “When was the last time you got a good night sleep?”

“Sleep is for the dead.” Yoongi replied sipping the expensive liquor.

“How’s the old man? Tell him I’ll have what he asked for in a few days.”

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Did you run this by your father?”

“For now, I’d like to keep him out of this.” Yoongi took a big swallow of his drink, finishing it off.

The man finally looked up. “Let’s hear it.”

~~~

Yoongi waited for the elevator to come up so he could leave. He recounted the conversation he just had over in his head. He knew what he was doing would pay off in the future. He smiled to himself and stepped on. His thoughts went to you and the last encounter he had with you. Yoongi knew he crossed the line shutting you down like that. He should have said it another way, something less hurtful but he didn’t know how. He channeled his anger from the funeral and took it out on you. Even now, the image of you crying clouded his mind. He refused to admit the fact that he felt guilty about the entire thing which was he stayed away. He shook his head and walked back through the club, heading for the exit. Yoongi had pulled out his phone, about to make a call when something caught his eye outside. Four guys were surrounding one girl, trying to get her to leave with them. The girl was sitting on the ground slumped over against the building. It was clear that she was drunk off her ass. Yoongi shook his head and got into his car.

“Dumb broad.” He mumbled to himself.

He drove by them, about to pull out of the lot when one of the guys pulled the girl up to lean on him. Yoongi was now able to get a good look at her face. It was you. He quickly pulled the car over with a loud screech and hopped out. He wasn’t sure why he reacted this way but he wasn’t about to let you leave in the condition you were in. He walked over, grabbing all four guy’s attention.

“Thank you gentlemen but this one is spoken for. I’ll take it from here.” Yoongi stated confidently. The guys looked at each other in confusion but held their ground.

“No way, man! She’s a friend of ours and she is come back with us!” One replied.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting on Riku then we are leaving.” Another one spoke. The moment Yoongi heard Riku’s name, he definitely wasn’t letting you out of his sight. Just the thought of you hanging out with that whore made him mad. You were honestly better than that.

“Listen closely because I’m only going to repeat myself once. You can either put her in my car, or put her back on the ground but she is not leaving with you.”

“And who are you? Another asshole ex boyfriend trying to save the day?” The guy asked sarcastically.

Yoongi stepped closer to him. “And if I was, what were you going to do about it?”

The guy was about to say something when Yoongi pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head. The guys immediately became afraid and placed you back on the ground where you were. You were mumbling something nobody could understand. They guys took off, running as far as they can away from the club. Yoongi put the gun away and carried you over to his car. Once you were secured in the passenger seat. He climbed in and drove off, heading to your apartment. Along the ride, the movement of the car shook you awake. You were still feeling the effects of the alcohol but you were alert. Looking over, you were surprise to see who was sitting next to you.

“Y-Yoongi?”

“Who were you expecting? Your four 'friends’ ready to run a train on you?” He replied smartly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yoongi…. Yoongi….” you repeated numbly, feeling a little car sick.

Yoongi looked at your face and instantly pulled the car over. He got out and rushed over to get your door open. You vomited over the pavement, trying empty your stomach.

“I don’t believe this shit!” He mumbled to himself, sitting on the hood of the car.

He listened as you groaned in sickness. You had coughed up the rest of the contents and now you had rid your body of the toxic liquid. You were still a little drunk but at least you were feeling better. You pulled yourself up, straightening yourself in the passenger seat. Agitated, Yoongi got back in the car and sped off.

He helped you inside your apartment, dragging you to your bedroom. He stripped you out of your clothes and heels and carried you to the tub. Placing you inside, he turn on the water, hoping it would sober you up. You slowly opened your eyes, hazily gazing up at him.

“Hey asshole…” you giggled drunkenly.”That’s your name in my phone.“

"How nice.” Yoongi stated sarcastically, straighten out his clothes.

“Your name is Yoongi, right?… I’m fucking this guy named Yoongi but you wouldn’t like him. He is the biggest asshole on the planet earth.” You stated trying to sit up, splashing water everywhere, even on Yoongi. He was getting pissed by the second. He wasn’t in the mood to play babysitter. When he looked over at you, you had a sick look displayed on your face again. He pulled you out of the water, bringing you to the toilet to throw up.

“How much did your ass drink?!”

You fell against the toilet in exhaustion. “I didn’t have that much. I had fifteen shots then Riku said we needed to party more so I had five more.” You groaned. “Ugh! I feel like shit.”

Yoongi chuckled. “You look like shit.”

He looked back down at you and saw that you were passed out, on the verge of falling inside the toilet. He took a towel, wet it, and wiped your face. He picked you up, bridal style and the movement shook you awoke briefly. You held on to him tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as tears ran down your cheeks.

Yoongi placed you in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body. He stared down at your sleeping form and smiled to himself. You were such a pain in his ass yet he wasn’t sure why he continued to let you get away with it. He leaned forward and wiped away the tears before walking out of the room.

You woke a couple hours later, sitting up in bed. It scared you when you woke up naked in a dark room. But you didn’t feel any pain between your legs and upon further inspection, you realized you were in your room. You grabbed your robe off the chair and put it on. You walked out of your bedroom into the living room. You freeze when you spot a dark figure on your couch. You immediately reach for anything to use as a weapon and turned on the lights.

“Yoongi?” You asked stunned. “What are you doing here?”

He sat up rubbing his eyes trying to adjust to the light. Yoongi decided to stay because he wasn’t sure if you would be okay on your own in the state you were in. But seeing how you were back to your annoying self, he should have gone home. He stood to leave but you stopped him.

“You’re not going to answer?”

“What do you want me to say? You should be the one thanking me right now. If I didn’t show up, you would have become another whore like Riku and I don’t touch damaged goods.” He joked. You frown in confusion. The last thing you remembered was drinking with Riku and her friends.

“I… don’t…” you tried to get the words out.

“Oh and by the way, stay away from Riku. You wouldn’t want people to think you’re two of a kind. I may not be there to save your bratty ass next time.”

You were trying to think of everything that happened that night but your anger was rising. The last time Yoongi was there, he made it known that you were just his sex toy but now you learned that he carried you home, drunk and tucked you into bed. Something completely out of character for him and you didn’t understand why he did it. You weren’t going to let your guard down a second time just for him to hurt you again.

“Why did you save me the first time? Instead of just leaving once you got me home, why did you stay?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that you want to be taken advantage of by a couple of creeps?”

“I’m saying, make up your mind! What do you want! You told me that I mean nothing to you yet you try to control my life! You know what, Yoongi? Fuck you! I think you’re just scared to be nice and care for me!”

Yoongi walked closer staring down at you but you stared back, standing strong. His intimidation tactics no longer worked on you and you weren’t afraid of him either. Now you wanted answers. Yoongi didn’t know what to say because he was confused as well. He didn’t have any feelings for you but he was definitely treating you different, he couldn’t deny that.

“Watch who you are talking to.”

“Fine! If you’re not going to talk to me then I changed my mind. I’m not fucking you anymore!” You stated with your hands on your hips.

The look of surprise flashed across Yoongi’s face. Out of all the things to say, he wasn’t expecting you to say that. You, denying him for sex? Yeah, right! He could tell that you wanted him just as bad. In all actuality, your defiance was turning him on big time. His mind was working out a plan to get everything to work in his favor.

“How about we go out to dinner tomorrow night and you can ask all little questions until you’re satisfied.”

You thought it over, not fully moved by his offer. “And what do you get in return?”

Yoongi raised his hand to your shoulder, slowly moving your robe aside. Your heartbeat sped up and you could feel the wetness gathering between your legs. He lowered his head, licking the base of your neck. You moaned, moving your head to the side allowing him access to your skin. He planted wet kisses along your neck, leaving dark marks along the way. His hands undid your robe, letting it fall to the floor. You stood before him naked while he was still fully clothed. Yoongi lifted your leg in the air, giving him admission to your wet center. You leaned against the nearest wall and watched as he licked two fingers, moving them closer to your heat. You moaned as you felt them penetrate you. Yoongi fucked you on his fingers, rubbing his thumb against your clit. You drooled, getting lost in complete ecstasy. He definitely had the magic touch. You were getting so wet, you were starting to drip down your leg.

“And you always try to put up a front like you don’t want my dick inside you. Look how wet you are.” He teased, adding a third finger.

You were a moaning mess. Grabbing onto him for support as he drove his fingers inside you repeatedly. Eventually, your legs went out but Yoongi held you steady, increasing his pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck crying into his shoulder as you were on the verge of cumming. Yoongi’s cock twitched in his pants at your sweet voice. He needed to be inside you now before he lost his mind. He removed his hand causing you to whine and pout. He made you undress him first before he led you over to the couch. Sitting down, he held his cock straight up for you.

“Ride me.”

You eagerly obliged, straddling his legs so you were position right over his crotch. You managed to get the tip inside you before Yoongi became too impatient and slammed you down. His thick girth invaded your walls, making both of you moan out. He leaned his head back against the couch enjoying the feeling. You felt amazing wrapped around him and he loved every minute of it. You leaned back, holding on to his knees as you moved his cock in and out of you. Yoongi lifted his head to stare at your breasts as they bounced in his face. Your head was tossed back and your mouth hung open. He wrapped one arm around your waist holding you still while his other hand grabbed your hair, yanking your head further back. He began thrust his hips upward, sliding his cock in and out at an increasingly fast pace. Yoongi peppered kisses on your neck as he spoke.

“Why don’t you ever behave like a good girl, huh?” He groaned into your skin. “Why do you always test my patience with that smart ass mouth of yours? Do you misbehave because you love fucking yourself on my dick?”

You were too far gone to speak. The words were lodged in your throat and refused to come out. But the pull on your hair made you release a loud gasped.

“Yes!… Yes Yoongi! I misbehave because I love it when you punish me.”

“Yeah?” He asked letting his hips move faster. “Does that mean you belong to me?”

You whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Yes.”

“I didn’t hear you. Who do you fucking belong to, y/n?”

He yanked your head causing you to scream out as you came, releasing a guttural moan. “YOU! I BELONG TO YOU!… OH GOD!!!”

He felt your pussy spazzing around him and he bit his lip at the feeling. Your body trembled as you fell onto of him limply. Yoongi held you close, flooding your walls with his DNA. You both remained that way as you caught your breaths.

“Were you seriously about dinner tomorrow night?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and moved you off of him so he could get dress. “Why not.”

You smiled to yourself. For once the two of you were going to be together and sex wasn’t involved. You knew that nothing has probably changed between you and him, but at least this was a step in the right direction.

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