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kpopfromtheblock · 6 years ago

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a/n ⇾ thank you, thank you, thank you for the amount of love you all have shown me on the first installment of this series! I hope you enjoy the second installment just as much - this one is a little less goofy than the first! I hope you don't mind✨ thank you for reading!

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7

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genre ⇾ fluff-idy mcfluff fluff fluff

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader

summary ⇾ the boys (especially Jungkook) miss you a lot while they’re away on tour, so much so that you become the topic of their conversation in Jin’s hotel room. In result, they decide to FaceTime you to check up on you...

warning ⇾ some cringe-worthy goodness (AS ALWAYS), a lot of cute shit, swearing & if you squint… you might see Yoongi saying some freaky deeky things… dassit

words ⇾ 2,6k

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Twelve midnight and the members of BTS are finally back in Jin’s hotel room, relaxing after a long day of rehearsals and a three hour show.

They sit around the living room, food and cola surrounding them as they talk about the events of the day. Whilst everyone is discussing how happy they are with how the concert went, the youngest of the seven men, is in a world of his own, thinking of nothing and no one else but you.

“Has anyone spoken to our girl today?” Jungkook asks before taking a sip of his cola.

“No, not since she texted the group chat this morning.” Jimin informs the younger male before shoveling chop sticks full of ramen into his mouth.

“She texted us?” Jungkook’s eyes brows furrow in confusion.

How could he have possibly missed a text from you? He’s always the first person to respond when you contact them via group chat.

“Yup.... Did you not get it?” Hoseok responds then lets out a strained burp that has been stuck in his chest for almost five minutes. A sigh of relief falls from his mouth as he slouch a little in the spot he’s taken up on the floor. A few minutes ago he felt like he was going to explode from all the ramen he had consumed but after letting out some built up gas, he feels a lot better.

Jungkook gets up immediately and walks to the bedroom where his phone is charging. He unplugs it and the screen lights up. He doesn’t waste time going through the notification. JK unlocks his phone and opens the green messaging app. Surely enough the first conversation in his inbox is the group chat that consists of his members and you.

‘How did I not see this?’ He thinks.

His eyes scan over the screen and his notices the little crescent moon icon to the right side of the conversation.

“Ah” He says, coming to a realization that he must’ve put his phone on Do Not Disturb last night and had forgotten to take it off.

Now, come to think of it, he thought it was a bit strange how he wasn’t getting any notifications all day unless the phone was unlocked. It all makes sense now.

He walks back into the living room to reclaim his precious seat next to Yoongi on the other couch. “My phone was on do not disturb.” Jungkook explains.

“You fool.” Jimin teases causing a few of the other members to laugh. Jungkook opens the group chat label ‘Y/N AND THE CHIPMUNKS’: a name you came up with and no one has decided to change it as they knew you’d just change it right back.

Jimin tried to once and the impending name war went on for a month... You obviously won though.

Jungkook looks at the group chat, scrolling past all the responses from his Hyungs until he finds the messages you’ve sent.

Yesterday 8:30 AM

Y/N

hiiiiiii, it’s yo girl 😏 lol

Y/N

this messages is a bit long bc i know you guys are busy and can’t answer the phone so a text is the next best thing!

Y/N

just wanted to wish you guys good luck and tell you i love you! i know you’re all gonna do great! and Mr. Jungkook, pls stop lifting Chim’s shirt up during shows... it’s hard enough as it is that you guys aren’t here, i don’t want to be tortured by videos too 😭

Y/N

oh and speaking of that, i’ve decided to go back to my apartment for the remainder of the month... it’s too hard to be at the dorm when you guys aren’t in it... it’s too big and feels so much loner...

plus i have a lot of school work to catch up on which is a good thing. it’ll keep me busy until you guys get back...

and don’t worry Mr. Seokjin... i locked up and set the alarms perfectly, everything is fine!

Y/N

anyways that’s all i wanted to say! pls don’t skip your meals and don’t get sick or hurt. come back to me the same way you left me! i love you guys so much, have fun!

Jungkook’s heart swells in his chest. You are the girl of his dreams and he can’t believe he ‘s lucky enough to have you in his life, let alone share you with six of the the people he loves and trusts most in the world.

He couldn’t be any more content than he is now, right in this very moment.

“I miss her.” Jungkook sighs, capturing the attention of the older men in room. “We all do.” Namjoon replies, knowing good and well that the her Jungkook was referring to is you... “I wish she would’ve came with us this time around... I don’t like being away from her for so long.” Jimin chimes in as he uses the chop sticks to push the leftover ramen around in his bowl.

“You know how important school is to her... We couldn’t let her miss three months of classes for us.” Jin reminds them. “Not that she wouldn’t if we begged her but, you know… We beg her to miss school” He adds with a shrug of his shoulders.

‘Stupid school.’ Jungkook thinks.

Although he’s not happy with the circumstance, he understands and accepts them just like the rest of the guys do. Jungkook knows you want to become a veterinarian, he knows you have dreams of one day opening up a vet/animal shelter and he wants nothing more than for you to do just that and achieve your dreams but he just misses you so much when you’re apart and he’s sure the others feel the same way, they’re just better at keep themselves distracted.

“I told her to take those online classes...” Yoongi remembers the day he told you that taking classes online would be the best for your schedule. You’d be able to relax at home but still get the lessons you needed to graduate and not only that you could spend more time with them, at the dorm or on tour.

The idea sounded tempting to you at the time but you decided against it. You wanted to get the full college experience and you didn’t think you’d be able to do that from inside the boy’s dorm.

“Then she’d be able come with us everywhere...” Yoongi adds. He takes a sip of his drink then leans back in the chair, spreading his legs out to get a bit more comfortable.

“Do you think she’s still studying?” Jungkook asks curiously. The eagerness he felt to talk to you had grown since you had become the topic of conversation between the seven of them.

“Maybe? Either studying or asleep by now.” Hoseok thinks out loud.

“Tae called her not too long ago. She sounded like she was exhausted.” A little pout forms on Namjoon face as he thinks about how tired you must be from a full day of classes and work.

He hopes that you are resting well as he’s caught you more than once going days without sleeping or eating because you’re studying or too focused on an assignment due. Even though Namjoon is also a victim of this vicious cycle of not eating or sleeping, he doesn’t want you to fall into the habit.

“Oh...” Is all Jungkook says in response.

“I hope she hasn’t fallen asleep at her desk again.” An image of you pops into Jin’s head. One where you are hunched over your desk, with your head resting uncomfortably against one of your text books.

“She’ll wake up with a cramp in her neck.” He adds, concern laced in his voice.

“Should we call her now to see if she’s okay?” Jungkook suggests as he perks back up in his seat.

“We shouldn’t disturb her. It’s really late.” Tae points out as he stands to pick up the trash from around the room.

“It’s only two am there.” Jungkook protests.

“That’s late Jungkookie.” Yoongi leans his hand up and ruffles Jungkook’s hair fondly. He then gets up and makes his way to the bathroom.

“But Hyung…” Jungkook starts. He turns to Jin, his doe-eyes widen slightly before he speaks. “Can’t we call quickly to check on her? I just want to hear her voice before bed.” Jungkook pleads.

Jin doesn’t hesitate when he says “Okay.” It’s hard for him to say no to Jungkook when looks at with those bright doe-eyes of his.

Unfortunately for Jin, Jungkook isn’t the only one he has a weakness for. You also have Seokjin wrapped around your finger and both you and Jungkook know it.

From time to time the two of you will team up together and use your charm to persuade Jin into getting what you want and this only happens after you two have failed with Yoongi.

With Jin? It works every time and as much as he likes to act like he hates it, he secretly lives for it because he loves when the two of you act cute for him.

Jungkook smiles brightly and brings his attention down to his phone. He taps the green telephone icon then searches for your name. He quickly presses the FaceTime button and waits...

The phone rings three times before your sleepy face comes into frame. Your hair is a mess, your cheeks are slight puffy, your eyes are tired and there are bags starting to form underneath them and in this moment.. You are the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.

“Baby~” Jungkook calls cutely. You smile sleepily at him through the screen. The sound of his voice immediately puts you at ease. “Kookie… I miss you.” You say and the words make Jungkook cheeks flush a subtle shade of red. “I miss you too.” He confesses.

“Let me see her.” Jin requests as he get up from his spot on the couch. He takes a few steps across the room before coming to plop down on the other couch where Yoongi had been sitting.

Jungkook stretches his arm out to holds his phone out further so he can capture both himself and Jin in frame.

“Ohhh, Jin. You look so handsome.” You tell him sweetly.

How he’s able to still look so good and well rested after a full day of preforming is beyond you.

“Of course. My name is Kim Seokjin.” Jin says confidently and you laugh. “Of course!” You agree through laughter. “Only Kim Seokjin is able to look this good after a full day of entertaining millions of fans.” You egg him on and he smiles proudly at you. “I miss you Mr. Seokjin” You speak again. “I miss you too Princess. We wish you were here.” He tells you before blowing you one of his infamous flying kisses. You pretend to catch it and he laughs. “What about me!?” You can hear Jimin yell from across the room. You can almost envision the sulky pout of his lips from you not giving him attention. You giggle at the thought.

“Of course I miss you Chim. I miss you all so much.” You say loud enough for them to hear you.

“We miss you too darling.” Tae shouts from the kitchen.

Namjoon comes from out of the bedroom and sits on the arm rest of the couch. Jungkook turns the phone to Namjoon and you are greeted by his deep dimpled smile. “Hi Joonie.” You say as sweetly as you always do. “Hi baby girl… You look tired.” He says immediately upon seeing your face.

You laugh at the fact that he’s so worried about you after he’s just finished preforming for a stadium full of adoring Army. If anyone looks tired, it’s him.

“You shouldn’t worry Joonie. I’m fine. You on the other hand… I hope you are resting well. I hope you all are getting enough rest.” You say truthfully. Namjoon smiles at how considerate you are. “I’m fine. We’re all resting well.” He reassures you. “Good. Keep it up.” You say sternly and he chuckles in response. “What are you doing baby?” Jungkook asks as his face pops back up on the screen.

“I was studying but I guess at some point I fell asleep.” You inform him.

“At your desk?” You hear Namjoon’s voice from a distance.

You hesitate a bit before answering “…Yes.” You know a good scolding is come so you sit patiently and wait for it.

Yoongi has come out the bathroom in time to hear the conversation between you and the boys. He hears when you say that you did indeed fall asleep at your desk, yet again. He leans against the wall with his arms across over his chest. “Kitten...” He says. You can tell by the tone in his voice that he is a little bit upset with the info he’s just heard from you.

“Don’t worry my love…” You start before he can reprimand you. “I’m gonna go to bed right now.” You try to convince him.

Yoongi walks over and takes the phone from Jungkook. His heart breaks just a little when he see the exhaustion behind your eyes. “Imagine if we hadn’t called… You’d still be sleeping at your desk.” He says. “Not true…” You object. “I would’ve gotten up eventually.” You mumble but of course he hears every word with you being so close to the phone. “Kitten, please rest properly… Or I’ll have to punish you when I get back home.” There’s a hint of playfulness in Yoongi’s voice but you know him well enough to know that that playfulness is only there to cover up the dominate and lustful tone in his words.

You blink a few times before responding, a little thrown off by his sudden assertiveness. “Okay...” You say and he raises and eyebrow at you… “Okay?” He questions, not pleased with the way you’ve chosen to respond to him. You feel a small shiver run down your spine as he speaks to you. “Okay daddy.” You answer him correctly this time and he smirks at you. “Good girl.” He compliments you. Before you can say anything else, you see a very tired looking, Jung Hoseok coming into frame behind Yoongi.

Hobi rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and smiles at you through the screen. “My Angel.” Hoseok speaks softly. “My Hope.” You respond in the same tone. “I love you.” He says straightaway and your heart skips a beat for what feels like the hundredth time since you’ve been on this video call with them. “I love you more baby.” You tell him and smiles wider.

“We’ll see you soon. Okay?” He reminds you.

“Okay.” You nod your head. “You guys get some rest.” You encourage them. “I love you all very much.” You shout loudly enough for all your boys to hear from where ever they are in the hotel room.

The sounds of ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’ll see you soon’s’ and ‘I’ll talk you later’s’ and some flying kiss which you know are all from Jin, come booming through the speaker of your phone.

You laugh loudly and return the flying kisses, putting your lips up to the phone to make kissing noises. “Bye Darling!” Taehyung bids you a farewell and you do the same to him. “Bye!" and with that the call ends.

You can’t wipe the smile off your face. How did you get so lucky? Most girls have one amazing boyfriend but you? You are blessed enough to have seven and everyday you are grateful that they have chosen to love you…

#bts fluff

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namjoonsteeth · 6 years ago

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HONEY - (Bangtan Boys mini series)

A/N: not fully edited yet

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 7.6k

Joon always reminded me of honey, smooth and wet. From the way he spoke to the way he moved.

Even as we both trade abrasive words in class, rallying back and forth as we try to make known our top tier positions academically. Namjoon is far smarter than me. This much I know. The guy is an actual genius with which that could not be argued with. He corrected professors, he pointed out contradictions in course material, and more often than not he made his disdain for me known whenever I went up against him. I picked fights with him. It was clear to everyone. He’d say one thing, and I made it my sole purpose to side with the opposite. It was petty and completely unnecessary; I’m sure our professors found our sparring to be a waste of time on most days.

“Which is why the statement “Shakespeare is overrated” is neither accurate nor is it valid, Y/n. Not only has he contributed many words to the modern English language, its undeniable that he has changed the way authors and playwrights tell stories,” he ends his ten minute rant by shooting me one last look of distaste.

I irritate him. I’m mostly ok with that considering that any attention from him is good attention. He’d reminded me of honey, and the only time I could get his eyes on me was when we were fighting. I’d relished in the times that he’d narrow his dark brown eyes on me, his full lips going a mile a minute as he’d battled my made up opinions. He talked slowly but quick all at once. He’d take long beats of time to formulate his attacks before spewing them out without even a breath in between. If I was anyone else, If I didn’t love every bit of attention he’d given me, maybe he would’ve broken me semesters ago.

“One day you’re going to make him snap,” Seokjin smiles while we walk from European literature.

Namjoon left before us, knowing that his friend would walk me to my next class after we grab something to eat. I think it further irritated him that I found a way to be friends with all of his roommates. He’d refused to both join a fraternity as well as leave his friends alone to fend for themselves. He’s the most responsible one out of all seven boys, even managing to keep the older ones in line too. That’s just how Joon is, he’s in control of most things in his life.

“That’s the plan,” I smile brightly up at him.

“Why are you such a brat, Y/N-,” Seokjin winces immediately after speaking as a hand slaps the back of his neck. The younger boy joins us naturally, a sweet wide smile on his face while he teases his friend. He shakes his dark hair out of his face before tucking his hands into the deep pockets of of his oversized black hoodie.

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I’m older than you, you know?” Seokjin says knowing that it’ll start a fight. I sigh waiting for the inevitable; JK hits Seokjin, Jin reminds him that he’s five years older than him and demands respect, JK pretends like none of that matter, chaos ensues until another boy shows up to break it up.

“And you still don’t know how the talk politely to women,” JK clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

I watch the two of them bicker back and forth, trading neck slaps and dodging each other on the crowded sidewalk. I watch as the other students get out of the way of their playing, not batting an eyelash as JK dramatically rolls on the ground to dodge Seokjin’s attack.

The Bangtan boys have always been a spectacle. In the beginning they were foreign exchange students who seemed to be good at everything all at once. They were all so close that everyone thought that they were real brothers, no one really bothered to correct them because for all intents and purposes, they are. Seokjin quickly became the lead of Thespian Club, Yoongi an irreplaceable shooting guard on the school’s basketball team, JK and Tae have founded a whole gaming club as well as being members of the men’s choir, and Jimin is student body president as well as the co leader of the dance team with Hoseok who is also a member of the diversity board. As for Namjoon, there isn’t enough time to list all of his accolades.

He’s a genius. Not even speaking in terms of comparability to the other students at the university. Namjoon is a genius compared to the world. With an IQ of 148 he surpassed me easily. I think that’s why I liked to mess with him so much. I know that I can never beat him academically. We both know, but I think it annoyed him that I wouldn’t stop trying.

We finally get to the sandwich restaurant on campus. We spot Jimin and Taehyung easily. All the Bangtan boys have a draw to them. Invisible halos that draws the eye the minute they enter a room. They could be doing the most mundane thing in the world, like sitting at a restaurant with their noses buried in One Piece, and they’ve got the whole room’s attention. Jimin with his high cheekbones that cause the apples of his cheeks to puff up when he smiles and silver hair, Tae with his angular features that no doubt belong on a runway. It’s hard not to look at them, What’s worse is that all seven boys hold the same charm. Gazes move from the two young boys in the center of the lunch room toward the two boys who are still fighting playfully as we make our way to our friends.

“Y/N, are you coming over tonight?” Jimin asks, while leaning forward to see me past Tae.

I shake my head as I pull out my buzzing cellphone. It’s Hoseok, telling us that he’s buying us all burgers and if we want something else it’s a little too late. The boys all ignore the text, fine with anything as always. Yoongi tells us that he’s skipping lunch to go work on some music before his game tonight. I see Namjoon’s floating icon pop up, showing that he’s read the message. It’s been weeks since he’d had lunch with us. Usually he’s able to ignore me and focus solely on the boys. Out of the blue he’d started going to the library during the first break in his schedule.

“I rather not sit through passive aggressive Namjoon finding different ways to express his hate for me without being too obvious,”

Hope brings sets two trays full of food in the middle of the booth table we’re all sitting at. His hair is back to black meaning that he’s either changed the girl he’s sleeping with this week or his preferred dance style. He’s entirely too predictable and he’s fine with it. He catches my eye as he slides into the booth beside me and passes JK a drink.

“Oh, he 100% hates you,” he says seriously. “Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I only got you one burger. Don’t eat too fast,”

JK smiles around his already full mouth. He sips at his drink to wash his food down so he can speak. “It’s ok. Jin Hyung will get the next round,”

“What do I look like to you, huh?” Seokjin points across the table at JK who laughs at having riled up the oldest again. “I spend so much money on you, neglecting the other maknaes all in the name of putting food in front of you,”

“Maybe if you weren’t old you wouldn’t have to bare the responsibilities that come with being the eldest,”

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook!”

The rest of the boys ignore them as they get into another round of bickering. It escalates when Jin reaches out for a neck slice which JK dodges easily. Hope rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone.

“Hyung, doesn’t hate you,” Tae says not looking up from the graphic novel in his hands. He opens his lips wide as Jimin shoves a French fry into his mouth.

He flicks his strawberry pink bangs out of his face and focuses on his story. That’s how Tae is. Either he’s completely absorbed in our conversation or he’s only giving us half of his attention. He’s almost done with his book, so I expect by tonight he’ll be the center of chaos with JK.

It’s not that I actually think Namjoon dislikes me. He wouldn’t let me get to him so much if there isn’t just a hint of fond there. At least, I hope so. I hope there’s a part of him that likes going at it with me as much as I do. Still, sometimes it feels like he’d give anything to get me to shut up. Or maybe it’s that he wants to be the one to do so. Again, I hope so. God, I really want him to.

It isn’t news that Namjoon is attractive. Whatever trait you’re into, he has it. He’s incredibly intelligent, able to outsmart just about anyone on campus. He’s physically attractive, slightly tan skin, tall, large just about everywhere. He’s funny when he’s with his friends, protective, sensitive, and just about anything else you could think of. God, I sound like I’m in love with the guy. If I’m honest, maybe I am a little. Maybe that’s the point of all of this.

“This is dangerous territory,” Hope warns looking a up form his one and at his friend who don’t seem to have a problem with spilling all of Namjoon’s secrets. His warning seems serious but he speaks around a large bite of the burger in his hands. There’s sauce on his cheek, JK reaches out to wipe his jaw quickly before going back to his own meal.

“I think he wants to sleep with you,” Jimin proclaims before wincing as Hope and Seokjin hit either side of his shoulders at the same time. “Hey, why should I lie?”

“Where’s your loyalty, Jimin,” Hope asks frowning at him.

Jimin shrugs.

“With whoever is in the room I guess. And I’m not betraying Joonie Hyung. I’m taking the steps he’s too prideful to take,”

It would be funny if I wasn’t too focused on how all five boys look to be hiding something. It’s not fair for me to exploit Jimin’s weak ties, right? I’m going to do it anyway. As smart as Namjoon is, he’s not necessarily right about everything. I can’t imagine I’ve done something so bad for him to avoid me so much that he’d sacrifice spending time with his friends.

“Which are,” I prod.

JK covers Jimin’s mouth to keep him from speaking. If there’s anyone loyal to Namjoon it’s going to be the youngest. He’s shown a reverence for the other boy plenty of time, even refusing to take my side on most occasions. I can’t expect him to tell me what’s going on without a little work.

“JK,” I say pushing my lips out in a pout.

He’s young, not quite accustomed to the charms of women. Though he knows he’s incredibly attractive, he’s not quite sure how to act around girls yet. His cheeks turn red as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Like a deer in headlights, he looks a little innocent and a lot startled.

“Don’t fall for it, Kookie,” Hope warns again.

I roll my eyes and try again, blocking Hoseok’s strict expression with my hand on his face. He makes an obnoxious noise of anguish before quieting down. Satisfied, I remove my hand and let him eat in peace. Tae continues to ignore us, Seokjin watches in silence as Jimin’s eyes light up in mischief.

“You know I like your hyung, JK. It’s not like I’ll use anything you tell me against him,”

That’s only half true. I’m going to get Kim Namjoon to admit to liking me even if it’s just a little bit. That’s my mission.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but Mon Hyung would kill me-,” JK curses as Jimin bites his hand that’s still slapped down on his mouth. He shakes the sting off as Jimin shakes free of his hold.

“You made out with him at a party last Summer and he thinks you’re purposely ignoring it,” Jimin rushes out quickly.

More curses, this time from Seokjin, Hope, and JK. Tae smiles to himself but only flips the page of his book, completely unbothered and only slightly entertained. I knew I can count on one of the younger boys. I make a note to address JK’s misplaced alliance later.

“I kissed Namjoon?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I would call it more foreplay than a ‘kiss’, if I’m honest. It was at one of our house parties and I honestly felt like I was watching a very well shot, very realistic dirty movie,”

I look at Seokjin who only shrugs. “It was intense,”

“We didn’t-,”

Hope shakes his head. “You passed out before anything could happen. Namjoon took you up to JK’s room and that was it,”

“Last summer?” I ask, still trying to piece it all together.

The memory doesn’t even seem remotely familiar. I’d passed out in the bangtan house more than once, crashed in JK’s room even more times than I can remember considering he has an aversion to his own bed. This could have happened at anytime.

“Either you’re repressing the memory or you actually don’t remember,” Hope says while going back to stuffing his face.

“Why am I only finding out now?” I frown. “I’ve been asking you guys what I’d done wrong for a year and a half now,”

“Namjoon Hyung is scary when he wants to be. We all promised we wouldn’t say anything. Jimin, whatever he does to you, you deserve it,” Tae contributes while closing his book.

I agree, the recent turn of events are more interesting than anything else. I’ve been friends with these boys for just over three years now. I’m without a doubt the closest friend outside of the seven of them that they have. They’re my best friends, all of them; even Namjoon if he would stop acting like a dickhead all of the time.

Jimin shrugs and has the nerve to look smug. “I’m his favorite. He won’t care,”

He’s right. Jimin won’t get in trouble for spilling Joon’s secrets.

I eventually agree to go over tonight. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Yoongi with how busy he’s been with practice and working on music. Still, it’s Namjoon that my heartbeat doubles for. I haven’t spent anytime with him outside of class in a while. Granted usually our time is spent sitting on opposite ends of the couch and shooting each other passive aggressive jabs. Still, I miss him.

Ironically, its Joon that opens the door when I get to their shared house. I’d decided to confront him about the whole “kiss” from last summer, still not completely believing the boys. I can’t imagine touching Namjoon at all and being able to forget about it. I needed an upper hand with him, though. I may annoy him most of the time with my picking and what not, but there’s still a part of him, even if solely on the physical level, that is attracted to me. I use that small fact to my advantage.

“You’re here,” he says.

It’s hard not to respond to him. I feel my body heat as he looks down at me. He speaks slowly like he’s not in a rush to let me in; typical. His body stays in the door way, blocking me from entering. We play this game every time I come over. His arms cross over his chest like he has no plans of letting me in anytime soon. As always, I look forward to it. We aren’t in class now, he’s free to let me have any insult he wants.

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t observant, Kim Namjoon,” I smile up at him.

He looks at my attire, the dusty pink dress stops right at the top of my thighs showing more skin than not. I watch his eyes rake over my body before he frowns at me again, a ‘W’ shaped line in the middle of his forehead. His jaw ticks once before pushing out just a bit.

“Did you have a date?” He’s obviously only pretending to care. I can tell by the sarcastic way his eye brow raises.

I raise my eyebrow back at him, unable to stop a smirk. “You care?”

“Does it matter?” he challenges, grating my nerves. Sighing, he smiles while giving me a scathing look. “Besides, it couldn’t have ended well if you’re here begging for attention as always”

“From who exactly,” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t miss how his eyes flick down to my chest. His gaze lingers longer than he’s ever allowed himself to.

“It’s whom,” he corrects. “From whom is the proper-,”

“You don’t ever shut up, do you?” I interrupt becoming irritated. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is us. It’s dysfunctional and very stupid, but its how we’ve done things for the majority of the time that I’ve known him.

“Namjoon, we both know that you don’t like me enough to care what I do,”

“Stop telling people I don’t like you,” he frowns as if he’s just remembering something. “And stop grilling Jimin for information,”

He turns, leaving the door open, finally letting me in.

“The guys aren’t here,” he calls over his shoulder.

I follow him to the kitchen where our friends usually gather. He’s right, no one is home. This kind of seems like a set up. Just a little.

“Yoongi hyung has a game, Seokjin hyung and JK are there. Jimin and Tae are seeing a movie and Hope left an hour ago,”

Very convenient. I’m in the middle of sending a heated text message to the group chat about leaving me alone with Namjoon after telling me about you kiss last summer. Unfortunately for me, Namjoon is the type to talk about everything. Even if he’s not particularly fond of me, I can sense a discussion on the horizon. At least if the boys were here I’d have a bit of backup. This feels like an ambush with nowhere to run.

He hands me a bottle of water as he pulls one out for himself as well. I take a seat on a stool at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Namjoon leans against the refrigerator, his eyes on me as he takes a sip of water. His eyes never leave mine and its pretty hard for me to look anywhere else beside the deep dimples around his mouth that appears as he gulps down water. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his upper lip

I can’t remember the last time I’d been left alone with Joon. It was never awkward between us, but I was definitely closer to any one of the other guys than him. But he was also the only one of the Bangtan boys that I was ever attracted to. He just wasn’t approachable in that way, though He was always doing his own thing, always studying, tutoring, working on music. It wasn’t standoffish, he was just busy. Then it became that he’d rather do anything other than spend any amount of time with me.

The more I think about it, it was last year that we’d started losing patience with each other. As irritating as he is sometimes, I still like him. I really like him. His peach colored hair is starting to grown out just a bit already, darkening at his roots. He’s wearing his glasses, so either he was studying or working on something. Whichever it was, he looks incredibly domesticated in his t-shirt and sweatpants. I look at his feet to see his favorite character on his slippers. Its cute. The hidden parts of Namjoon that he hides away from everyone else but has no problem showing the other boys. I find it endearing.

“So are you going to stay until they get home or what?” He breaks me out of my thoughts of him.

“We’re friends right Joon?” I ask without really meaning to.

I’ve been thinking of our strained relationship all day, not really able to focus on anything else. Because at the end of the day, I want to be friends with Namjoon. If nothing else, we could get back to how things were when they first showed up.

“We used to be able to at least hold a conversation without jumping down each other’s throats,”

“Friends?” He raises an eye brow at me before taking a few steps forward, and leans against the counter, taking me by surprise.

Namjoon doesn’t have an ordinary face. I can’t explain it. He’s rough, hard angled , but he’s also soft. I know if I would reach out he’d feel the same way against my finger tips.

“You do everything you can to piss me off, and you want to be friends?”

I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off of his mouth when he’s this close.

“I want you to remind me about last summer, actually,”

He draws back slightly, looking almost..embarrassed. God, he really does think I’m purposely ignoring the supposed kiss. I thought I was being immature by purposely getting under his skin sometimes, but this is beyond childish. Unless he thinks that I actually regret it. Can’t regret anything you don’t remember Namjoon.

“I don’t remember the kiss, Joon,” I tell him quietly.

He rolls his eyes and draws back further. His chin juts out; a sign that he’s agitated. I’m getting on his nerves again, not in the banter-like way, more that he’s ten seconds away from throwing me outside.

“That’s supposed to be better?” He frowns while crossing his arms over his wide chest. “Because it isn’t, by the way. That was just a rhetorical question,”

Smart ass.

“Which one hurts your feeling more, Namjoon,” I can’t but sound bitter. He’s being mean. He’s always mean, but now it feels like he’s purposely trying to hurt my feelings. I’m done pretending like I don’t care how we treat each other.

“The option that you think it matters to me either way,” he snaps at me. His eyes narrow at the counter between us.

“You’re lying,” I counter.

“Why, because I don’t care that you were too drunk to remember that you kissed me? It’s irrelevant,” He looks back up at me and his eyes are dark. I like it. I like it entirely too much.

“And you’re so sure that I kissed you first?” I scoff, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. I can feel heat rolling off of his body like he’s putting in extra effort to control himself. If only he knew that its the very opposite of what I want him to do.

“Yes, because I wasn’t blacked out,”

“I’m going to do it again then,” I take a step so that my toes line up with his slippers.

“What-,”

I press my lips against his softly, forcing myself to take in every detail about how his mouth feels against mine. His lips are cold from the water he’d been drinking, his tongue is too. He taste sweet. Honey. All of him reminds me of Honey. Sweet, slow moving, packing more flavor than first expected. His hands move up my hips, drawing up the fabric of my dress. When his hand touches my thigh, it electricity right to my most sensitive nerve endings.

I want him. All of him. I’m sober and tired of pretending that our back and forth exchanges are enough. I press my body tighter against his, shaping every curve to his body. I expected him to push me away by now, but he holds me closer, hands moving all over me. At some points he seems hesitant, he pulls back, his eyes moving over my face as if he’s checking that I’m still here with him.

I’m here, and as good as he feels, his mouth isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever was. I’ve envisioned Joon’s body against mine more times than I can count. It’s the little doses of his skin that he’d show on occasions that started it. Glimpses of the tan skin of his neck as he scratched at his collarbone in glass, the pull of his lip between his teeth when he was thinking hard about something, his large hands and long fingers; they were all puzzle pieces of a whole that made me want every part of him touching me.

“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth.

He lets me drag his hand up the side of his thigh. He takes the hint, fingers inching up my dress until he traces the waistband of my underwear. He’s so close, all he has to do is go a bit further, but he stops.

“They guys could walk in,” he says, pulling away fully.

Now that I have him this close, I’m not going to make it easy for him to let me go. I’m here for one thing. Namjoon.

“Well then lets go to your room,” I grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and toward the hallway that leads to the room he shares with Taehyung.

“Why so suddenly?” He tugs at my hand, stopping me from entering his room.

“Huh,” I look back at him.

I don’t really know how to answer his question. The only difference between today and yesterday is knowing that our first kiss happened already. Still, that hadn’t really made much of a difference. I’m emboldened by the sheer fact that he wants me at all.

“All this time and now you want to fuck,”

“Does it matter?” I shrug, hoping that for once he can just let it go.

He does. He nods for me to push the door, letting us both into his room. As expected of Tae, it’s a mess. Unexpected of Namjoon, his side is also a mess too. Wires and equipment take up most of his desk, piles of clothing on the computer chair in front. For someone so uptight in every other aspect, his room is the complete opposite. Not to say that I’m attracted to unkempt men, but it’s a little reassuring for some reason.

He pushes my back against his wooden door interrupting my scan of his room. His mouth trailing down from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. As if he can’t stand to be away from my lips for long, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. His large hands smooth over my bare thighs roughly. He touches me like he’s annoyed with himself, like he’s mad that he wants me in this way. I love it because I’ve known all this time.

One hand reaches up to lightly cup my throat, his hand is so big that his thumb can reach the hair that sticks to my lip gloss. He brushes it away with his finger as he looks down at me. He looks partially surprised that we’ve ended up like this. I want to remind him that that theres a thin line between fucking and fighting, but he’d only scoff and tell me to stop stealing corny lines from Jin.

“Are you going to keep touching me or is this it?” I ask him, trying my best to drag a breath into my lungs.

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips against mine to shut me up. I close my eyes, trying to commit the feel of his lips to memory. Things like this are volatile. There’s no way of knowing just how much Joon will give me tonight let alone if I’ll ever get to have him touch like this again. His bottom lip works with his teeth to bite at my sore mouth. He feels dirty, and uneven, like he’s not even trying to make this neat like everything else in his life. Just like his room, his intimacy style reveals who he truly is. The truth beneath Namjoon, he’s a mess, he’s sort of a freak, and he’s making everything up as he goes. There’s a certain charm to how well he’s gotten at getting everyone to believe that he knows exactly whats going on, when in reality he’s just as clueless as the rest of us.

“And If I tell you that I want you to leave?” He breathes heavily, only leaving the smallest space between our lips.

“You’d be lying,” I tell him while I reach up to brush his sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “But if you’d asked me to leave, I would go,”

I lean back, putting more space between us. I’ll give him one formal chance to change his mind, one chance to act like this never happened, because once I get permission to stay, he’ll have to try really hard to keep this dress from hitting his floor. I tilt my head as I size him up one last time. There’s still a possibility that he’d put an end to this. I’m measuring my odds. Going by the press of his dick between my legs from beneath his sweat pants, I know that physically he wants me. That could only go so far. I don’t think I’ll survive a come to senses moment in the middle of all of this.

“Joon,” I call running my hand down the front of his t-shirt. “Make up your mind. Either put me out or take my clothes off,”

He looks frustrated. I can tell its mostly at himself. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I want to be in his bed, only if he wants me in his bed. Of course it would be easy to settle for a one time hate fuck, but he doesn’t hate me. At least, I don’t think he does. I’m really hoping he doesn’t.

He grips my fingers right as they curl around his waistband. He takes a full step back, causing my feet to land fully on the floor. I don’t like this at all. I want to go back to having his mouth on me. I watch as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. His hands scrub over the top of his scalp, running through the peach colored locks. Am I stressing him out? Am I having an effect? I hope to god I am. For the sake of my insistent need to have him, I hope that how much he wants me is driving him crazy.

He leans back on his elbows and I see the switch. His eyes trace over my body. I can almost feel them seeking out bare skin above anything else. His gaze is so potent that I feel goosebumps rise to my skin only from him watching me.

“Take your panties off, Y/N,”

His voice has become even deeper. It seems almost impossible but he sounds gruff, the arrogance from earlier is gone leaving me with only a matched need to have him inside me sooner rather than later.

As always, I don’t do as he says. I like our games. I like when he looks at me like I’ve hit every nerve possible. I like the attention. Only this time there’s no classroom. There’s no professor to break up the tension, no students to make snide remarks about how we’re destined to butt heads. It’s just Namjoon and I this time, and the feel of his shag carpet between my toes as I make my way over toward him. He’d told me to take my underwear off, but I do the opposite when I stop in front of him. I grab the edge of my dress in my hands before pulling it up over my head. I watch his eyes follow the material as it drops to his floor.

“If you go back now, you’ll never live it down, Joon,” I straddle his lap, planting my knees on either side of him on the mattress. “No matter how much you beat me in the class room, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I win,”

He reaches up with two hands to cup my jaw. When he kisses me this time, it’s almost too soft to believe. He’s too gentle, too immersive. As much as I want this, I wanted to keep my head, but right now everything feels a little incoherent. Nothing makes sense. The fact that I’m even here with him doesn’t make sense. But its Namjoon, and I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years wondering if his lips taste as good as they look. I’m finding that they don’t; they’re better.

His hands go to the back of my bra, undoing the latches before dropping it down to the floor with my dress. He pulls back, looking at my chest like he’s mesmerized. I didn’t realize just how much I’d wanted his eyes on me like this. The high I got from sparring with him in class is nothing compared to the way his eyes smooth over my chest, his tongue flicks over his bottom lip so quickly that if I hadn’t been staring at his mouth, I would have missed it.

I don’t know what it is about having his unwavering attention, to have him one hundred percent focused on me. Something about his gaze on me makes me want to make sure it doesn’t stray. I guess this is my chance to cement his eyes on me. If tonight is all I get, then its my mission to make it so memorable that he’d have to actively work to forget me.

I move first, leaving the warmth of his lap and crawling behind him into the middle of his mattress. I kneel behind him, running my hands across his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. I get to do this. For so long, I’ve imagined it. I’d spent hours in class wondering what it would like to touch him like this, and to have him touch me. His honey colored skin rises in goosebumps as I kiss him, moving pass the collar of his shirt.

“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” I say quietly.

He nods and lets me pull his t-shirt off. His shoulders are so broad, its hard to resist running my hands across his shoulder blades. My fingers trace over the beauty spots that dot along his collar bones. I want more time. I want to see all of him, to explain every inch of his tan skin. But I’m also a little impatient.

I reach in front of him, slipping my hand passed the waistband of his sweats. He’s not wearing underwear, that much was clear from the minute he answered the door. Now, feeling him, running my hand over his silky soft skin. It’s a sin. For him to be so…perfect. It isn’t fair to me or anyone else he has gotten to feel him.

“Is this ok?” I ask him.

“You’re asking for permission to touch my dick while you’re touching my dick?” He says like he still finds me incredibly exasperating. “You wouldn’t be in my bed if it wasn’t ok, Y/N,”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. How can he be annoying even now. Still, it does nothing to the way I need him. Feeling him has only made it worse. I won’t lie, the banter turns me on too. I don’t think it would be the same if Joon was too soft. It wouldn’t be him.

“Stand,” I command.

“Why?”

“Just do what I say for once,” I frown when he looks back at me, still refusing to move. His defiance might kill this before we can even get started. I sit back. With his eyes on me, I pull my simple cotton underwear and throw it with the rest of my clothing. I cock my eyebrow as he watches my movements, seemingly shocked.

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready, Namjoon,”

“Where’s the thing?” He gestures awkwardly with his hands.

God, he’s so weird. Still, I can’t help but think he’s perfect. His passive aggressive jabs and awkwardness may be his only flaws but I don’t think I’d want him any other way. I hand him the condom that I threw on the bed and wait impatiently. He finally stands and pulls his bottoms off, his hand going down to cover himself as he climbs above me. Even with the coverage of his hand, its not hard to see just how big he is. Its not like I’ve ever doubted, but seeing it up close it definitely more satisfying than I could have ever hoped.

His lips touch mine again, as he opens the foil package and pulls the latex out. He has it on quickly, wasting no time lining himself up with me. His hands smooth over my thighs and pulls them around his hips as he pushes forward. My hands squeeze at his hands, trying to get a grip on something. He hasn’t moved yet and already I’m a bit delirious. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember the last time a person looked at me like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right with me. Maybe it’s because I’m gathering that Kim Namjoon is really, totally, completely my type.

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” He frowns to himself before kissing me for the hundredth time tonight.

“You like me,” I manage to tease while still getting used to how good he feels. I don’t think I’m ready for him to move yet. He’s already too much, and I refuse to give in the satisfaction of making me come so quick. Not when I’ve waited so long for this.

His hips snap against mine, immediately forcing me to drop my smile as my lips part. He builds a slow steady rhythm. It’s too slow, too languid, like he’s willing to make this last as long as it takes to drive me out of my mind. His kisses become messy, as his own lips part, a low moan of air brushing against my mouth. His hips still move almost painfully sluggish, like a drag.

Like honey.

I throw my head back into his pillow as he reaches between us to touch me softly. He’s too much at one. His large body covers mine completely, his awkwardly long legs tangling with mine. While he holds himself up on his elbow above me, his lips never leave my skin. I’ve never doubted Namjoon to have a side like this, I just thought that it would never be for me to see. Right now kind of feels like a necessity that I do. I need to feel his hips pull at mine. I need to feel his thick lips take mine roughly. I need to have him. Even if I only get tonight, I know that whatever happens later it’ll be worth it.

“You were wrong about Shakespeare,” he says suddenly. His hips snap against mine like he’s punctuating the statement and handing the pulpit over to me.

It’s such a ridiculous statement to make at this exact moment that I have no clue what to say. I’m stuck between forcing him off of me just so I can tell him how wrong he is about Shakespeare as well as let him know how completely absurd it is to bring it up mid-thrust. But, it’s Namjoon. I sort of expect nothing less than ludicrous musings at the least opportune times.

So I take the bait.

“Shakespeare is trite and he isn’t even the best satirical playwright and yet we a society celebrate him as such-, Fuck Joon,” I breath out as the rhythm of his hips pick up slightly.

“Who’s the best satirical playwright in your opinion,” his breathing picks up as we both start to sweat.

Our bodies are slick, moving together smoothly as we both chase after the rising feeling in our stomachs. He’s bringing me higher with each push/pull of his hips all while having a ridiculous conversation about playwrights and satire; which if we’re honest we couldn’t care less about. There’s just no other way to be for us.

I pull away from his lips that move against mine again, missing the taste of his tongue the moment he disappears from my mouth. I try to answer his question but it only comes out in a sigh as he hitches my thigh high on his hip. His fingers press tightly into skin as I close my eyes.

“Are you relenting?” I hear the smug tone in his voice. “Have I finally shut you up?”

I shake my head. Even now, I refuse to give it to him so easily; especially when I know it’s exactly what he wants. “No, I’m just in awe you’re finally asking for my opinion on something,”

“So, who then?”

“You’re incorrigible,”

“You’re deflecting,” he tells me.

“Moliere,” I say. “Moliere is the greatest satirical playwright of all time. Shakespeare wishes he could touch Tartuffe with anything he ever wrote,”

“There would be no Moliere without Shakespeare,” Namjoon counters. “And besides Shakespeare is a dramatist, satire was a hobby and even then Moliere barely measures up,”

He’s sort of right, but as always I’m not going to admit it. I counter attack by tightening around him. Moving his heavy hand aside, I take over touching myself as he continues to move against me. As expected, I’m quicker to bring myself over the edge than he is. He pauses as I come around him, unable to handle both sensations at once.

He curses lowly but its an illegible mix of English and Korean that I can’t begin to piece together. His face presses into my neck, as he presses his hips against mine and withdraws quickly. His rhythm is a little stuttered as he chases after his own orgasm. The competitor in me wants to win. There’s no definition of winning and losing during sex, but with Joon and I, everything is a game. Especially this. I use all my weight to roll us to the side, straddling his hips before he can protest. His large hands hover above my hips, not quite touching my skin. His plump lips form an ‘O’ as I lower myself back on him.

“Was this necessary-,” he moans louder than either of us expects, sighing as I rock my hips above him.

You’re so easy, Namjoon.

I press my chest against his, taking a turn to kiss him dumb like he’d done me for the last hour. Two hands move up my back and tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls roughly as my hips start to pick up the pace, set on making him come for me. It’s all I really want.

“Y/n,” he breathes quietly.

I pull back, moving his hands back to my hips, urging him to use my body to make him feel good. I watch as his eyes close and his head presses deep into his pillow. His lips part slightly as and he holds me tight. He’s so close. I want to kiss him again but he looks too good. I can tell when he’s about to come as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough that his pink skin turns white.

“Let go, Joon,”

For once, he listens. His hips meet mine as he comes finally, his breaths coming out fast like he’s trying to refill his lungs. Unable to resist anymore, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He kisses me back roughly, wrapping his arms around my back to hold my body against his. I roll off of him, tired as well. As nice as it would be to spend the rest of the night in his bed, I can’t.

As if I wish them into existence, I hear the front door open and the sound of rowdy boys. I freeze, instinctually pulling the sheet off the floor and over my chest. Namjoon doesn’t seem worried. Slowly he moves my hair out of my face and kisses my temple before sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed.

“I’ll keep them distracted. Come out when you’re ready,”

I nod as he disposes of the used condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he pulls the sweats up over his hips again before leaving me alone in his bed with too many questions. Is he going to tell them? Should we? I don’t have much time to think. I’m not sure exactly how many boys are back but I rather none of them find me in Joon’s bed; naked.

I run my fingers over my lips as I gather my clothing off the floor. He’s still on my mouth, I can feel him. I can’t get the taste of him out of my head. I can’t get any of him out of my head. I should’ve thought this through. I’m addicted now. I need more of him; more slow kisses, more of his hips dragging against mine. More honey.

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BTS Run 42 - The Jin Harem

Sporty(?) Bangtan!

Perhaps in commemoration of the 2018 Olympics?

Let’s get it! (I think I will keep using this for the intro until Bangtan comes up with another catchphrase that I like)

Unnecessarily close Namjin

(very necessary to Namjin shippers though)

Jinnie leaning into Jk~

Why does he look shorter than Jk while being broader than him?!

Maybe I was wrong... Maybe Jin is the True Magical Boy all along...

(Nah, Chim is still the original Magical Boy)

(Jin can be the Wizard though!)

Jin spreading his arms out while making eye contact with Jk...

SOMEONE WANTS A HUG

Hobi... WHERE ARE YOU POINTING?!

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chim and Joon both looking directly at the holy spot

They know what’s good

Joonie and Chim closing in on Jinnie

Joonie walks away after Chim semi blocks his view though

Chim and Tae eyeing Jin

Chim trying to distract Jin with his cutesy voice

Pay attention to the Magical Boy!

Who cares about the game when Magical Boy is talking in cute tone?!

GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT!

Oh the irony...

All eyes on Jin~

Awe-struck looks from everyone in the room but he’s only looking at the screeen~

(Read this in tune with ‘Speak Now’)

Still looking at Jin

PAY THEM SOME ATTENTION DAMN IT

Jin being needlessly close to Tae

BLESS TAEJIN

His chin is almost on Tae’s shoulder

His hair brushed up against Tae’s head

Yoongs: I am blind to this cheesy flirty bullshit

Jin trying to distract Joonie

Jin: Do you love me more or money? Joon: I love you but you love money, thus I’m counting them! Jk: How dare they flirt in front of me? Shameless! Yoongs: Really? In front of my salad?

We see Jin trying to disturb Chim in the corner too

This boy just wants some attention from his favorite people

And he goes back to disturbing Tae

Why is the eldest so child-like?

Play with him you fools!

Of course, Hobi isn’t spread from the Eldest’s disturbance

But Jin actually got quiet as Hobi struggles with the money

Perhaps he is showing consideration for Hobi who was struggling

(they could have muted him too...who knows?)

Jinnie pointing out how Hobi got off from the bike

That finger though

Jinnie cheers the serious Tae on!

Ft. Jk playing peek-a-boo

Why does Jin look like he wants to run into those arms?

Maybe because he actually does?

Who wouldn’t?

They are lying

Jin: *attention on Hobi* Hobi: Now that I got his attention... What should my next move be?

Hobi looks so fcking done

Meanwhile, Happy Jin is Happy

Jin:*laughing at his own joke* Hobi: What did I get myself into?

I have to point out Jin’s TINY ASS WAIST

He literally looks like he as the smallest looking waist?!

What sort of a Dorito body does he have?

Does Jin eat Doritos?

IS JIN A DORITO?

Jinmin be mirroring like the cuties they are, clad in protective gear

They remind me of Teletubbies

I googled and apparently, TinkyWinky and Po (Purple and Red respectively) are supposed to maybe have crushes on each other?

Damn Jinmin when life imitates ‘art’

This adorable bub imitating Yoongs’ ‘Nak Nak’ from a few episodes ago

T^T

Yoonjin be strong without being in close proximity

Chim smartly but subtly moving closer to Jin as he speaks

He was literally an arm’s length away before he spoke

and no he is suddenly arm-to-arm beside Jin

OK Chim. OK

Po wants his TinkyWinky

Jin was so damn impressed during Jk’s run of the course

He was making so many awed sounds and proclaiming his confusion over how incredible Jk was

Someone is charmed

Wtf is with this?

Looks like it could become a meme

But also, Jin says Jk reminds him of his pet

Jin has also called Jk a pet-like dongsaeng (?)

Jinmin still being mirror cuties while amazed by Jk

He is VERY Impressed

Ways to capture Jin’s heart: Be JK

Mirroring Namjin sitting unnecessarily close

Jin teasing Yoongi for being ‘slow’

Jin... You have 0 clues...

Karma is a bitch

Yoongs is so damn obedient?!

Jin ridiculously requested Yoongs to imitate the sounds of his sugar gliders and Yoongs COMPLIES

Jin is really the only one who can order yoongs around

Jin knows that and he loves it

Namjin still sitting close and mirroring

*flirt flirt flirt*

Joon knows how to use his dimples well

He flashes them with a bright smile on Jin

NO ONE can resist that

Guys. THERE’S PLENTY OF SPACE

THERE IS LITERALLY NO NEED TO STICK TOGETHER

Bothersome hyung trying to get Chim to do ridiculous things

Result: Asked to be quiet by resident kind and Magical Boy, Chim

Better luck next time Jin~

Jinnie asking if a fellow seok is ready

The 2 scaredy cuties got to look out for each other!

3 seconds later, immediately teases Hobi

Jin, seriously, Karma is a bitch so hush honey XD

I want to include this

Jk innocently asking Joon if he knew the exact duration of Hobi’s run when all Joon did was try to encourage Hobi

The ‘I’m so done’ look on Joon’s face

I feel like he gives that face a lot when the members ask him obvious things

Ft. Tae looking like a full-course meal

Jin once again requesting odd things

The best part?

Hobi fcking complies and does what he requests

Both Hobi and Yongs are whipped AF for Mr Worldwide Handsome

Tae is doing exceptionally well

Shookjin is shook

CUTIE

Sugar Glider’s papa

Bless Jk for trying to flirt with Jin using Jin’s babies as a conversation starter

Bless Jin for being such a fond papa

Bless the sound he made when he imitated his babies

Bless the members who were probably clutching their hearts as they heard him

Bless us as we suffer

FOND FOND FOND

These 2 are so whipped for the eldest

He got so flustered he called out ‘Let’s go Suga(r)’ forgetting the ‘glider’ part

Yoongs is a happy bub

Chim is crying from laughing so hard at Jin

Jin be doing the most once again

Joon teasing Jin who can only reply ‘ooh’ while being overwhelmed by the course

The members all enjoy Jin’s comedy so damn much

Bless Jin for putting such huge smiles on their faces

WHy is he like this?!

The previous frame he was asking for them not to laugh at him

HOW DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO NOT LAUGH WHEN YOU DO SHIT LIKE THIS??

Of course, Jk joins in with teasing Jin

Cold sweat and tears~

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Bangtan loves him so much

Joon and Hobi actually had an introspective talk about Jin on why he raises Sugar Gliders during this... Tae even joins in by laughing...

LET HIM LIVE AND LOVE HIS BABIES

Chim is so fcking whipped for Jin

Someone’s Thirstae

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The fondness they have for Jin is so damn much

Bless all who loves Jin

Bless Jin for making all those who love him love him

Jin was actually calling the employee ‘hyung’

You can even see how wide the employee is smiling over Jin’s cuteness throught the blur

JinxEmployee

ANOTHER SHIP IS BORN

Stop pairing yourself up with others Jin!

He was so not ready but he leaped as the Employee said ‘Jump!’

Obedient bub

Jin: This is my good side *moons Bangtan* Chim: I can’t believe I get to witness this *films* JK: It’s a pretty good side. Backside. Yoongs: Why do I love him so much? Joon: Let me get closer Hobi: *Eyeing the Jinbooty like mad* Tae: I would be honored to tap that

2Seok cuties laughing over how sweat Jin is

Jin is also the type that doesn’t sweat easily according to bangtan and he was SOAKED

Or should I say Seoked?

(Laugh please)

Yoongi flashing his gummy smile thanks to Jin!

LOVE THIS

Yoongs and Jk not letting Jin live his funny af run down

Jinnie warning Joon about how he shouldn’t destroy the course because his life is at stake

LET HIM LIVE

But Jin being worried/teasing Joon though

My Namjin heart thrives

Presenting the 3 Artsy(?) ones

Namjin looks like a pair of professional parachuters!

AU idea???

Tae and Joon laughing at how Jin had the worst luck when picking mission lines

Jin is the embodiment of XD

Namjin having a conversation in the middle of shooting

Share with us your conversation please!

Jin requesting things again

At least this time it's not ridiculous

Joonie complies

Impressed Jin is Impressed

Jin: WOW! That’s my man!

Joon telling Jin how scary it was~

Previously when Joon was up on the platform, Jinnie looked so lonely

Once Joon is down he goes right beside Jin and suddenly it feels more complete

Again, to capture Jin’s heart, just be Jk

Namjin’s matching poses

Jin laughing at Jk after pointing out how Jk didn’t do his mission

Namjin’s mirror game is in a different league this episode

Joonie cheering Jin on

How sweet

:’)

If those ain’t fond and concerned looks, Idk what is

Bangtan are so whipped for their hyung

Jin requests something YET AGAIN

This boy wants so much

This time Chim gladly complies!

Sidenote: Even the subbers and editor didn’t know what exactly Jin was talking about but Chim understood Immediately!

Jinmin sync at it’s finest

Jinnie showing concern for his fellow Seok again~

I love caring 2Seok

Yoonjin looking cozy and natural~

I wonder if they are like this during their movie sessions back in the dorm...

Probably sitting way closer

Jin in his mermaid pose!

Yoongs is enthralled

Jin: *being natural and comfortable* Yoongs: *gasp* He is sitting beside me looking all cute!

Chim complains about being embarrassed to Jinnie

(Tae ignored his question out of nervousness)

If Chim had leaned back a little, I GUARANTEE Jin would have leaned his head on Chim’s shoulders

100% without a shadow of a doubt

They do kinda look like they are doing that in this picture though

Taejin mirrors!

The most handsome mirrors ever!

Jin reaching out to hold Chim’s shoulders as they both laugh at Hobi’s Watershow

Ft. Chim doing the Anindae! Pose

Jinmin= Stuck like glue

We end it off with a 2seok moment!

Due to the nature of this episode, we didn’t get too many juicy jinship moments but what we got is still precious af!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

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bleucheeks · 7 years ago

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BTS sickfic // kookie-centric // word count: 4,297

Summary:

Jungkook gets food poisoning during the boys' vacation in Hawaii. What a time to be violently sick, under a tight schedule filming season 2 of Bon Voyage and under the watchful eye of a camera. But Jungkook has his hyungs, and to them, he comes first.

//note: i have a laptop now! <333

anyway, it’s been a really long time, and i have lots of writing to do, but i want to offer my contribution for the small bts sickfic pool. for those of you in this community who aren’t too familiar with korean pop in general, here’s some things you might need to know.

‘hyung’ means older brother. any guy who is older than another guy is called this if they know each other well, but it’s also a very special title, in my opinion.

‘maknae’ is what anyone is called if they’re the youngest in a group. kpop groups are known to baby their maknaes :3

‘aigoo’ is an expression in korean almost like “omg” or “oh my” but it’s more of a sound than a word.

‘yah’ is like ‘hey’

‘*insert name*-ah’ is just an informal marking particle after a name that Koreans tend to say when saying someone’s name that they’re really close to.

Kookie is this sweet boy right here, the youngest member in BTS.

and also um, this, so. . . .

you’re welcome.

___

After about the fifth time Jungkook’s stomach gives a proper churn—the kind that sends a flash of hot then cold over his body—he’s pretty positive something isn’t quite right with his stomach.

It doesn’t normally act much different from feeling full after eating a big meal. And when he is full, he’s never bothered by how stretched-out he feels, or how it might gurgle and slosh with digestion. Not like right now. Jungkook and his stomach have a good relationship with each other. It’s strong and it's. . . . trusting.

The fact that he can’t even follow along with his bandmates' conversations as they play a simple card game is already enough evidence for himself. There’s snacks on the floor that he’d be fighting Taehyung and Jin for any time other than tonight. Tonight, any thought of consuming anything makes his throat retract, almost as if he’s about to gag.

“Uno! I think!”

Taehyung is beaming with that boxy smile of his and giggling like a child, waving his one card in the air. Jin leans toward him and Tae obligingly lets him look at the card he’s put down and the card in his hand. Yoongi sucks his teeth. “You’re not supposed to show anyone,” he mutters in his monotone voice.

Jin nods his head at Tae’s cards. “Let him live; he’s still learning,” Jin defends.

“Uno’s probably the easiest game around,” Yoongi counters.

“It’s easier if you know Spanish,” Taehyung says. Melodic giggles pour out of Jimin and he falls into Taehyung’s lap.

“Yah, the only Spanish word in Uno is “uno” silly,” he says.

“I think I’m doing pretty good for someone who’s never played before, hyung,” Tae mutters playfully, eyeing Yoongi with one of his actor’s glares. Yoongi doesn’t look up from his cards, but he smiles a little.

“Only because this is a tutorial,”

“Yeah, this game won’t count. Next game, we’re starting scores.” Hoseok says, his tone unvarnished, and everyone nods in agreement. His hand idly grazes Jungkook’s spine, brushing fingers along the back of his neck, pinching tense skin where it counts and a tired moan barely makes it past the youngest boy’s lips. It’s like he knows. Jungkook isn’t even trying to be subtle about how good it feels. Hobi’s hands are blessings. There’s a reason why the maknae stays up under him most times.

The seven members are sitting cross-legged on the floor of a beach house in Hawaii. They’ve finished filming an episode of Bon Voyage for the night—well, mostly finished. The cameras never really go off, but they probably won’t use much after coming back from the luau. At least that’s what Jungkook thinks, with his hand fixed on the tight and slightly distended bulge of his belly.

His stomach’s been making itself very known at the most inopportune breaks of silence, gurgling with low glugs and bubbling periodically like a pot at a low simmer. He doesn’t think it will be good content for filming—it can’t be. But then again, their production team were editing magicians; they’d more than likely have ways to mute the sounds. After several years of having a music career together, cameras were as normal as a lamp in the room. It was one of the reasons their fans loved them so much: they have access to so many candid moments.

Jungkook tries to pay attention, but it’s weird. He shouldn’t be feeling this full after having eaten 3 hours ago, not to the point where he feels stuffed to the brim. It’s getting harder to stay still and quiet under the mild volume of the music playing on Namjoon’s phone.

He suddenly jolts with a hiccup. A cold sweat ripples over his body. A faint, though unsettling, sensation of nausea licks at the back of his throat and he swallows nervously.

Another audible rumble and his eyes lull shut. He’s grateful no one chooses to notice the sound. Hobi continues to pet him without causing attention and Jungkook is so grateful for it. He’d hate for anyone to catch on to his distress.

The boys keep playing games of Uno for what feels like way too long, with it’s typical Bangtan raucous minus Jungkook, and Hobi jumping up for a break of animated dance over the pile of cards after every victory. Jungkook pretends to participate here and there, putting down cards just to put them down and saying he’s just too unlucky tonight.

The combined noises of his 6 hyungs makes it easy for Jungkook’s silence to go unnoticed, or so he thinks.

Jimin has already caught on that something isn’t quite right. There isn’t ever a time Jungkook isn’t competitive. But Jimin doesn’t say anything, thinking back on the times Jungkook tended to become withdrawn whenever anyone started to openly worry about him.

The maknae leaves several times. First for some water that he can’t bring himself to sip, second and third and fourth to slip away to the bathroom to try to relax. The privacy to bring up burps that are tight and wet and taste funny, to moan and press a palm into the bloat of his stomach. To aimlessly pace the hallway of the bungalow with a hand under his middle where he swears has gotten harder and stewier.

He stands in front of the mirror looking a little paler in the face and feeling a lot more helpless. He doesn’t think he can pull off hiding away to go to sleep right now without everyone wondering why, but that’s exactly what he wants to do. Any other night, Jungkook would fight bed time like a child due for a nap.

Jungkook was known to stay up with Taehyung to play Overwatch every night, the last two to go to bed most nights. At least until Jin yelled at them to go to sleep.

He bites his lip. He’s running out of ideas.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, alright?” Jungkook says, as nonchalant as he can make his voice. But he just looks really awkward, standing there in front of his six bandmates with his thumb pointing in the direction of the bathroom.

Everyone’s heads snap toward Jungkook. Yoongi’s resting pout face moves with one rising eyebrow, eyes narrowing.

“O-kay, I guess?” he says. It’s pretty odd for Jungkook to want a shower right this second, in the heat of the game, in the midst of their precious bonding time.

Jin’s attention briefly settles on a celery stick he pops into his mouth and Jungkook can’t possibly imagine being even marginally hungry for anything right now. The eldest’s round eyes go back to Jungkook, giving him a once over. “Yah, JK, you feeling okay?” Jin knows he has to use a light and playful tone with Jungkook so that the spotlight isn’t completely on him. He can tell there’s something wrong, but he’s choosing not to fully voice how much he notices.

It isn’t a secret like Jungkook thinks it is. He should know by now that nothing gets past his hyungs, especially Jin. But they also know how Jungkook gets when he isn’t feeling well. As tempting as it is, Jungkook doesn’t like to be coddled in any way, unless he’s really hurting. Then he himself will come to them. But they must give him that choice.

Jungkook visibly tenses. He snorts and shrugs. “I just want a shower, hyung,” His tone is defensive. “That alright? I’ll be right back to play the next round.” He glances at Namjoon before disappearing down the hall. Everyone notices how stiffly he walks away.

“I think Kookie’s got an upset stomach,” Jimin adds after leaning over to place down a card. Everyone makes a noise of agreement. He straightens up and cranes his head in the direction of the bathroom. He wants to go check on him. Yoongi places a hand on Jimin’s thigh, but his eyes are concentrated on his three cards.

“He’ll be okay. I’ll leave some antacids by him when he lays down.”

“You’d think he’d crack already; he looked about as pale as you are, Yoongi.” Hoseok pipes in, laughing a little. Jimin and Taehyung are mirroring concerned frowns.

“Kookie would tell us if he’s feeling really bad, wouldn’t he?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon’s face melts into a warm smile, dimples sinking through.

“He always does.”

The shower runs long before Jungkook actually steps in. His stomach twists into a cramp that has him on his knees for a while, pressing an arm into his middle until the hot snake inside of him finally decides to relax. It doesn’t ease up until he’s curled over on the toilet with his intestines bubbling. He rests his head in his hands while he pants through the pain, praying no body hears anything but the shower running. And then someone’s pounding on the door.

“Yah, save some water for the fishes in the sea, kookie-ah—you fall asleep in there?” Hoseok’s voice. Jungkook knows that he isn’t being mean about it, but it still startles him. He swallows hard and rubs his face with shaky hands. He can feel his face burning with embarrassment even though the door is locked and Hobi obviously can’t see him.

“A-ah—sorry hyung. I’ll be out soon,” he nervously laughs, but he’s sweating. He still feels sick, but he thinks he might feel a little better once his intestines let up.

“Mmmkayyy,” Hoseok drawls, sounding a bit skeptical, but he leaves from the door. Jungkook practically melts with relief, but only for a second before his stomach locks up with another cramp. He bites his sleeve and tries to bear it.

Jungkook comes back like he says he will, but 45 minutes later, fresh from a shower and wearing Jin’s forest green hoodie with some loose black shorts. Namjoon knows it’s Jin’s because it’s significantly longer than Jungkook’s matching one. He hides a knowing smirk; the boy tends to “steal” Yoongi’s, Hoseok’s, Jin’s, and Namjoon’s clothes when he’s homesick or sad or sick.

It helps ground him. A habit the eldest band members promised not to call Jungkook out on. In all honesty, it’s incredibly cute. The leader watches their youngest dip his chin under the collar of the sweater, nudging it upward so it covers his nose, probably taking in all of Jin’s wonderful cologne. His round eyes lift to watch the cards grow in a pile on the floor and Namjoon wants to reach over and fluff his hair.

He looks a little better, his face clean from washing and glowy with moisturizer, dark hair now damp from being washed, but not from sweat. He pipes into the conversation, genuinely interested in catching up on what he might have missed.

“Jeon Jungkook-chingooo,” Hoseok sings, feigning a baby voice and making grabby hands toward the boy. Jungkook tightens his lips; it’s hard not to smile around someone as sunshiny as Hoseok. He saunters over with his hands shoved in the hoodie pockets and plops himself next to Hobi, where his gifted hands gravitate back along Jungkook’s spine. Namjoon silently observes that Jungkook seems more present and vocal since coming back from the shower and he’s pleased to see he looks significantly better.

They continue their night of games and music and laughter on the living room floor and all seems well.

Now Jungkook knows something isn’t right. He was sure he was starting to feel better after having used the bathroom, after taking that shower. But he’s bloated again, his belly hard and pushed-out under his hand. It’s back to a steady—if not increasing—roil just like earlier. Yoongi left him two bubbling tablets in a glass of water on the coffee table and Jungkook wonders how in the world Yoongi knew he might need it. Even if it might help, Jungkook can’t even bring himself to swallow past a sip of it.

He’s on the couch, flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling with his hands folded over his stomach. Jimin is shuffling around nearby, fresh from a shower and covered head to toe in black. Sweatpants, hoodie over head, snapback on; jimin’s go-to pjs any time of the year. It’s like an extra security blanket. Jungkook can barely see the elder’s face, but he’s glad for it right now. He doesn’t want anyone to know he might be feeling any sort of discomfort. It’s still nice to have him close by.

His belly burbles softly and he bites his lip. An air bubble settles in his chest and he swallows until he can feel it slowly return to his uneasy stomach. Gingerly, he moves to face the soft cushions of the couch, covering his eyes with his arm.

Bringing his knees to his chest, he really wishes he hadn’t finished that whole plate of meat and seafood by himself at the luau. The thought alone tightens his throat and tempts him to gag. All those different heavy side dishes. That last helping of shellfish brought out later that evening that he had to try. All these foreign foods he isn’t used to, and eating so much of it. He’d been so greedy today. He really didn’t need to start the morning with a whole bowl of rice with the kimchi and ramen Jin had made for breakfast. That had already been overkill.

His constricted middle turns again and it sends a physical shudder over his body. He grimaces and burrows further into the cushions, hoping Jimin doesn’t notice the whisper of a moan he presses into the upholstery. How could he be so stupid?

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Staying out near the sea like this is a real treasure. After all the busy schedules and the back-to-back performances and music video shoots, the group needs this. It’s so peaceful here. No worries of being spotted on the streets and no trace of the hustle and bustle and congestion that comes with city life. For Jimin, vacation includes staying up late to read to his heart’s content, the only time it’s truly quiet. It’s one of Jimin’s favorite things.

The windows are open so the cool breeze and the sound of the steady lapping of water from the beach can be heard from right outside.

Jungkook is laid out on the sectional in the living room. The youngest used to have trouble sleeping alone, back when they first debuted and he was young and shy and the pressure to make it overwhelmed him with anxiety. But not anymore, not unless something is really eating at him. There are plenty of beds to sleep in, but here Jungkook is, on the couch while Jimin wordlessly flips through page after page of his book. Jimin doesn’t say anything about it, but he knows Jungkook is laying there simply for the comfort of knowing someone is near.

And Jungkook probably hadn’t planned on falling asleep there, but Jimin saw it coming. He stopped reading a while ago to cover the boy in a blanket and get him a pillow before curling back up in the cushioned rocking chair across from him, peeking up from his book more times than he can keep up to watch the maknae squirm in his sleep. The boy’s stomach keeps gurgling under the blanket. His body moves more restlessly as the time passes. Jimin is starting to get a little concerned.

And then Jungkook wakes up, lifting himself on his elbows and staring ahead with eyelids fluttering from a drowsy haze. He notices Jimin, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re stomach’s really talkative right now, Kookie,” Jimin says with a hushed giggle.

Jungkook doesn’t respond. He looks confused, with strands of his soft hair raised from being rubbed against a pillow. Jimin smiles fondly as the young singer makes a groggy noise, turns over towards the cushions of the couch and presses his face into them.

“Mm’okay,” he mumbles sleepily into the fabric.

Jimin doesn’t question it further, not thinking much of it. Maybe Jungkook’s stomach is working overtime on all the food he ate that night. It was a lot, after all. Kookie was already a big eater. He’d tried a little of everything and a lot of what he’d liked. It wouldn’t be a surprise if all the foreign indulgence from the luau wasn’t sitting well in his stomach.

But he goes back to his book when Jungkook seems to be fast asleep again. And then 10 minutes later, a sluggish burp drags up the sleeping boy’s throat. Poor thing must be dealing with some serious indigestion. Jungkook turns on his back. Jimin watches his hand move up under Jin’s baggy green hoodie.

Another 10 minutes and he’s awake again, breathing heavy, disoriented, and visibly uncomfortable.

Slowly, he rolls off the couch. Sitting on his knees, he rests his head over crossed arms on the couch. Jimin watches Jungkook’s back curl forward with a deep hiccup and a faint sound of distress follows. The book is no longer important.

“Kookie? You okay?”

“Mm?” Jungkook’s voice sounds heavy.

Jimin gets up and kneels down with him, his hand instantly going to rub along the maknae’s spine. “It’s your stomach, isn’t it?” He guesses gently. “I kind of figured this might happen.” Jungkook keeps his eyes pressed into his arm, but he’s moaning each time his stomach makes that nasty curdling noise, puffing through his nose. Jimin’s fingers pass through Jungkook’s thick hair. “That was a lot of food, kookie-ah. Too much. Now it’s made you sick.”

Jungkook jolts with a closed-mouthed belch that he smothers into his sleeve. He breathes out fetid air with his eyes clenched shut. Jimin gives the maknae a few light pats between his shoulder blades, his frown deepening by the seconds. He looks back and spots a barely touched glass of antacids nearly dissolved in water. He brings it near Jungkook’s lips.

“Here, have some of this for me. It should help,”

“I can’t,” Jungkook chokes, shaking his head.

“Please, puppy? Just a few sips?” he tries again, even softer, brushing dampening hair behind the singer’s flushed ears. He nudges Jungkook’s shoulder with his forehead. “Please kook-ah? I hate seeing you like this.”

Jungkook wraps an arm around his stomach. “I tried,” he answers through gritted teeth. He lifts his head without opening his eyes. All color has left his lips. “I can’t drin—klp,” a sharp hiccup robs him of his speech, leaving him with a sour grimace.

Jimin works his hand under the thick layer of Jin’s oversized hoodie to rub some circles into Jungkook’s tense back and realizes how warm he is. His other hand feels his forehead and Jungkook leans right into it. Then he brings it under the hoodie again to touch his stomach and he doesn’t expect it to feel so round and tight and active under his fingers. Jungkook squeezes his hand, pressing it against the upset organ and sighing shakily.

“Oh poor thing,” Jimin whispers, resting his chin on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry you feel so bad,” They stay there for a little while, letting Jungkook use his hand to put pressure on his stomach. He tightens his lips; he really should wake one of the boys up. Maybe Jin or Namjoon. Their youngest is worse off than Jimin thinks he’ll be able to handle on his own.

Eventually, Jimin makes to stand up, hooking his hands under Jungkook’s arms to hoist him up. “Alright, up up up,” he grunts, getting him to sit upright at the edge of the couch. He isn’t sure what he should do next. Leave Jungkook to look through Yoongi’s trusty emergency medicine stash? But it’s still packed in his suitcase. He might wake up. But then again, maybe he should wake him up. Or should—

“Jimin-ah,” Jungkook presses a few trembling fingers on his lips and swallows hard to keep down a burp from rising in his chest. Then he swallows again and again, sucks in a breath and barely moves his lips when he needs to speak again. “I think I’m gon—,” he shudders and closes his eyes, squeezes his knee. Swallows again. “But I can’t move.”

Jimin is already up and running to the kitchen for a bowl, or a trash bin, or anything really, come on—he snatches a mixing bowl from a cabinet, sprinting when he hears Jungkook start to gag into his hand.

Shit shit shit shit shit

Jungkook tastes a blend of smoked pork and seafood resting at the back of his throat after a particularly heady belch bursts past his lips. What’s worse is Jimin is right there, with his shoulder pressed right against his and gently patting his back in the dark of the quiet living room. Jungkook wonders how long he’s been here like this; he’s a little disoriented—last thing he remembers is falling asleep on the couch and now he’s sitting up and his stomach is in his throat and Jimin’s holding a bowl under him. His cheeks are burning. He’s humiliated, but Jimin only watches him with calm concern while he keeps on rubbing and patting and coaxing. With every movement of Jimin’s hand, his spine ripples with a burp or a wet hiccup. He knows Jimin’s intentions, but he just wants him to stop.

“M’sorry,” The maknae’s voice barely breaks a shaking whisper, hiccupping with a convulsive swallow. He sways a little and grabs Jimin’s thigh. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” Another jerky swallow. “You should be sleeping,”

Jimin passes a hand through the ailing boy’s brown hair. “Aigoo, don’t worry about that, I was already awake—you don’t remember?”

“Mm—mm,”

Jimin sucks his teeth in sympathy, working light circles under Jungkook’s damp shirt and into his warm and clammy back. He’s positive Jungkook has a fever. “Mmm, our maknae’s really sick,” he coos, looking genuinely sad, his dark eyes trained on the ailing boy. Jungkook’s eyebrows pull together when his middle rumbles. He presses a hand to his stomach. He’s so bloated. So full. And it’s all his fault.

He bites his lip and whimpers. And then Jimin’s hand makes him burp again, this one more forceful, more wet, and an intense wave of nausea reintroduces itself and makes his whole body quake. It’s overwhelming. The dread of it sends panic to Jungkook’s normally fearless nature and his lip quivers. He hasn’t felt quite this bad in a really long time. And he just keeps feeling worse the night goes on. His stomach is in turmoil. He’s keeping his brothers up. They’re on vacation and he’s ruining it. It’s getting hard to breathe.

“Shhh, kookie, it’s alright. Really it is,” Jimin has the sweetest voice. He really does. It’s what Jungkook thinks. It’s what he knows. It’s what most people think. But Jungkook can’t focus on it even if he tried right now. He’s freaking out. He doesn’t want to be sick. He’s thousands of miles away from home and he wants his mom. Another distressed whimper barely makes it past Jungkook’s lips and Jimin’s lips press gently into the side of his face, a desperate act of comfort.

“It’s okay. Just keep burping. It’ll help your stomach settle.” At least that’s what his mother always tells him to do whenever he had indigestion.

But then Jungkook’s shaking his head and a sob comes out like a choked cough over the empty bowl. He’s panting, his breaths catching in shaky little gasps as he works himself up. Jimin’s face intensifies in alarm. He gets up to bend down in front of Jungkook.

Without much warning, Jungkook jerks forward with the force of a deep burp that morphs into a heave. A mouthful of chunky liquid pours out of him before either one of them have the reflexes to process what just happened. Jimin’s eyes are saucers.

“Oh crap, okay-okay-okay-alright—crap, it’s okay,” Jimin manages, pushing Jungkook forward to get him over the bowl. Jungkook—bless his heart—obediently directs his face toward the bowl, but he burps up another torrent that is so forceful it splatters all over his front. He’s not even rewarded a full inhale before his stomach has him again, clenching hard, bowling him over.

It’s like he’s on auto-pilot. He retches so hard, he feels like his throat is being grated raw. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Jungkook squeezes the bowl with white knuckles as he rides out the merciless convulsions. Jimin has a stabilizing hand on his chest, still rubbing his back with the other, whispering encouragement even though he’s pretty traumatized by the sight and there’s warm vomit on his fingers.

Jungkook’s ears are ringing over his own fit of painful heaves. The burning chunky liquid can’t come up any faster, bouts rushing past his lips like a burst fire hydrant. The bowl isn’t big enough. Another mouthful gurgles past his lips and his stomach lets up enough for him to choke in a few breaths. He knows he isn’t finished, but he swallows and swallows to see if he can fight it anyway. He’s so scared.

“Hyung. . . J-Jiminnie-hyung,”

Jimin is squeezing his arm. “Hey puppy, listen to me—should I get Jin-hyung? Do you want me to go get him?” Jungkook panicking like this is beyond him. He wants to help, but he isn’t sure how.

Jungkook coughs again, squeezing his eyes together. He bursts into tears, nodding his head vigorously, his chest hitching with choked sobs. It breaks Jimin’s heart.

The dancer is up in a heartbeat. “I’ll be right back, okay? Hey—,” He presses a hand on the younger boy’s cheek, holds his face. “It’s okay, alright? Try to breathe. . .I-I’ll be right back.”

#sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #nausea #jungkook #sick jungkook #sick kookie #bts #bangtan boys #hyungs love their maknae #prepare for major fluff

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b-um-ble · 7 years ago

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“Why am I not enough?”

First off! Hi, This is actually my very first attempt at a fanfiction ! It’s pretty short, the idea just came to me and before I knew it, I had written it down! My grammar sucks, and I’m not really a writer but I tried my best so hopefully you can enjoy reading this little fic anyways!

Pairing: Jungkook x Jimim Warnings: Self hate/loathing Genre: angst,fluff Word Count: 2k (I think)

Sweat rolled off of Jimin’s hot skin splattering onto the floor of BigHit’s private dance studio. His breathing coming out in short pants as his eyes locked with his own through the full mirror wall; staring at himself. Those savage eyes from the reflected figure skated across every inch of the caster’s body, harshly pointing out every flaw. ‘Your cheeks are too round.’ ‘The definition of your abs is lacking.’ ‘You’re not thin enough.’ ‘You're disappointing your fans.’ ‘You're disappointing your members.’ Each attack only bouncing back and forth through his eyes until Jimin forced them shut.

His breathing hitches as he tries to calm himself down, all the while slowly mustering up the courage to stand under his own gaze again. Being too busy in his actions to notice that Jungkook had quietly opened the door of the dance studio. Jungkook knew Jimin would be in here. Especially since BTS’s comeback date for WINGS had been announced to them only a few days ago. The date was a lot sooner than any of the members had anticipated. They’ve been diligently preparing for their comeback the past few months, but it still had felt like it was coming too soon.

In those months all the members had gone on a pretty strict diet among other things to please their fans and their many produces, managers, and CEO..Their diet didn’t consist of many meals but somehow Jimin managed to shorten the amount he ate even more. Jungkook didn’t actually know how many times Jimin had been eating but he at least knew he was eating something. Jungkook noticed things;things about Jimin.

He noticed that he hasn't heard the laugh that he so adores, or has seen the smile that brings out his own.He noticed that no food has touched Jimin’s lips since their comeback date was announced, and yes he noticed the more frequent trips to the gym and late night practices. Jungkook even noticed how Jimin checked his phone more so than usual, staring at the screen for several minutes accompanied by a sad frown. Jungkook noticed he had been staring blankly, he quickly brought his focus back to his partner across the room. The other boy had his eyes closed tightly while leaning his forehead against the glass wall. A shaky voice was counting down softly as breaths came out slowly. Jk didn't want to be caught, knowing he’d only be shut out.Quickly he made his way towards their wardrobe/props closet and hid.

Jimin counted down while he slowed his breathing, hoping it’d give him some comfort. After a few minutes his eyes opened back up to meet themselves again. He only allowed them brief contact before breaking away from the mirror, dragging himself to the stereo and flipping on their new title song: Blood Sweat & Tears; deciding to run through his choreography for the hundredth time that night.

As soon as the last beat rocketed through his body, he collapses onto his back, exhausted. Clearly not having any more energy from skipping his meals for the past 4 days. His eyes glanced over to the clock, almost 3 am. He's been here since 9 pm. As soon as he had stopped dancing anxiety bubbled in his stomach, Why wasn't anything he did enough? Before realizing his tears started mixing with sweat as they slid down his face to the floor, a noise escaped from his throat that he hasn't heard before and soon after he begins sobbing. Rolling onto his side, he scrunched himself together to form a ball as he cried with his whole body. In the closet Jk sat on the floor his back and head pressed against the door listening to the music and the squeaking from Jimin’s shoes that matched to the tune like it always has. Jk was staring up at the ceiling listening quietly, had this song always been this slow? He thought to himself. When the song finally cut off, a loud thump startled him to his feet. He jumped up fast reaching for the doorknob, worried Jimin might have fainted. Right before the doorknob turned fully he heard crying,causing his hand to freeze over the doorknob. Jungkook had seen and ever heard Jimin crying many times before but he’s never heard him crying so in pain ever. He caught a low broken sob escape Jimins throat, tears had already begun to slide down his own cheeks, heart squeezing at every broken noise that escaped from Jimin. He didn't want this to continue,no, he wasn't going to let it. Roughly wiping at his eyes, he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Jimin quickly sat up when he heard a door open, he didn't look to see who it was, he was more worried about the state they'd see himself in. He immediately brought the sleeves of his sweater up to his eyes and pressed his palms into the now burning, sensitive skin.Tears still filled his eyes and threatened to fall, but he was determined to act like he was fine until whoever it was left. That was his plan until it quickly shattered when he felt large hands grip come into his view as they gripped around his waist lifting him off the ground.

Jungkook stood in the doorway for a moment while he looked at the small boy across from him curled into a ball looking hurt and so broken. Tears began to form in his eyes again, but wiping them away again he held himself back and walked over to the little boy. He watched Jimin as he looked down frantically wiping at his eyes and trying to come up with an excuse, but before he got the chance to use it Jungkook bent down. He wrapped his hands around Jimin’s slim waist, picking him up like he normally does. Wincing at how his hand brushed up noticing ribs they hadn't before. Jk shifted his hands so Jimin was sitting on one of his arms, forcing Jimin’s legs apart so he had the option of hooking them around his waist, while his other hand pushed the other boy against his chest knowing Jimin wouldn't want to make eye contact right now..

Jimin wasn’t surprised when he found himself resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, he knew immediately when he felt those large hands that they belonged to his boyfriend. But he didn't want to be in his arms, he felt disgusted with himself and that's why he tried pushing himself away from jks embrace but Jungkook only tightened his grip, pushing the boy back against his chest. Now jungkook’s hand rested on Jimin’s head, his fingers slowly brushing through the soft hair. "Please stop." Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. As Jimin heard the sound of Jk’s voice he gave up and just let himself be comforted for his boyfriend’s sake. He buried his face in jungkooks shoulder and whispered so softly he didn't think Jungkook would hear him. " why am I never good enough?" Jungkook walked over to the other side of the room(where the mirror wall is adjacent) and leaned against the wall, sliding down so he was sitting with Jimin straddling his lap and hands wrapped around him. "You've always been enough. Our hyung’s love you to death, I love you too. As for ARMY, they love you too, everyone loves you very much." Jungkook started stroking Jimin’s back slowly. " Bangtan wouldn't be Bangtan Sonyeondan. if we never debuted than we wouldn't have ARMY, they started loving all of us at the same time. Our hyung’s loved you when they met you, they always talk about how much you mean to them and to our band. And-” Jk took a breath to steady himself. “ If I didn't have you, I wouldn't have gotten this far or be as happy as I am now." Jungkook buried his face into Jimin’s hair,feeling his shirt becoming wet from his boyfriend’s tears. " You don't need to loose weight, everyone loved you the same when we first debuted and you were chubby mochi." Turning his head to the side Jimin listened to Jungkook’s words as he brought his sleeve that was still damp from a moment ago to his eyes, leaving the soft material on his eyes. "But why are there so many comments about my weight and abs on sm's?(social medias)" He said, sounding weak.

"Hmm." Jungkook brought his head out of Jimin’s hair and reached in his pocket to get his phone. Then he brought his arms to rest onto Jimin’s back with his phone placed between his hand and typed " #BTSjimin" on twitter. As he scrolled down, he saw lots of hearts and pictures of Jimin smiling with different members with captions he couldn't understand too well but he only saw a few comments in Korean and a few more in other languages he could understand, that were mean. He scrolled back to the top and decided to show Jimin. "I don't see many, look here" he held his phone in one hand and brought it to Jimin’s face. Moving the sleeve from his eyes to his nose,he took Kookie’s phone scrolling through the comments, seeing just as Jk saw. This was making him feel a bit better but he also saw the meaner comments that still bugged at him. After about a minute of Jimin silently reading, Jk took his phone out of tiny hands of his boyfriend and surprising him. Which caused the other boy to tilt his head back so he could look at Jungkook’s expression. Jk looked back lovingly, happy that his love wasn’t crying anymore. "Still aren't convinced?" Jk asked as he looked back to his phone,tapping ‘compose a tweet’ button and scrolling through his photos until finding the picture he wanted. The picture captured Jimin stuffing his face but looking at the camera with his crescent smile because he had been caught stealing Jin’s food. He took this before their comeback preparing began. Seeing this picture brought a smile to Jk’s lips,he hoped he’d be able to see this again soon.He selected it.

Jungkook continued to smile as he typed out a caption for the photo

“Hyung is cute even if he’s stealing Jin-Hyung’s food. Army agrees? (•¯ ∀ ¯•) “

In less than a few seconds Army was re-tweeting and liking the tweet, many comments were popping up. The first one he saw said " ahh ^^Jimin oopa looks so good!! I can't wait for BTS comeback !! " as he scrolled he saw similar comments, and many memes to which he chuckled at. He saw Jimin looking up at him, so he lowered his phone so Jimin could see too. Jimin scolded Jk about posting that picture but read the comments anyways, and he saw a few pictures of him when he first debuted which made him cringe but the comments along with those were so sweet so he couldn't help but smile at them.

" Jimin oopa we love when you eat!"

"Please stay healthy and eat well!!"

"Oopa rest well before the comeback !

“Fighting! and enjoy!” "Looks so delicious! Enjoy~~"

There were comments in other languages but from the emoji’s and hearts he assumed they were happy, of course the memes made him giggle a little bit too. Jungkook was smiling as he looked at Jimin in his arms, smiling at army's comments. Jimin had stopped overthinking and let that nagging feeling in his stomach be recognized and suddenly became very aware of how hungry he actually was. Laying the phone down on his lap, he leaned further back into Jk’s arms with a groan and tilted his head back. "I'm so huunggrry." Jk smiled big at Jimin, feeling his body and mind fill with relief. "Oh yea? Jin- hyung cooked so much tonight and made sure to leave almost half for you at home in the fridge." Jimin smiled back at his boyfriend’s childlike smile, him and his stomach feeling really excited to eat what Jin-hyung had cooked for him." Ahh ! I want to eat it so badly" Jimin whined to Jungkook. Jungkook stood up quick, surprising his boyfriend again but they both started laughing as Jungkook dashed out of the dance studio to get home. "Don’t worry baby, you can eat everything even the crumbs and if you want more I'll wake up Jin-hyung to cook you some more!" They both laughed harder and impersonated what Jin's reaction would be, but both of them knew Jin-hyung would be too happy to see Jimin eating again to care what time it was and would cook him whatever he wanted. That night/morning Jimin tweeted a short video of him enjoying Jin's food while Jungkook stared at him smiling in the background. He captioned saying "I will enjoy my meals especially if they’re made by Jin-hyung, ARMY you eat too & I love you.♡ “

The end.

I really enjoyed writing this, I’ve been going through some things for the past month so this was a nice distraction! I’ll probably write some more since I enjoyed writing this so much, I really hope you enjoyed reading and remember to also eat if you haven't! If you have any comments or critiques please feel free to leave them for me to read! Thank you so much <3.

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