#not to be dramatic or anything but i need hobie to be come real immediately

[beantomii]

looking at literally every single picture of hobie brown i have to stop myself from exploding

[redstarwriting]

the clash | iii. black planet

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.5k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, needles mentioned, slight injury from said needle

a/n: is this one long? yes. do i care? no because it was fun to write. it was 3 am when i finished this and make this a draft, so you know i had fun with this chapter. also, i’m about to go into work, so i will probably not be here but i wanted to post it beforehand so i can just worry about working on chapter iv later. and just wanna say i’m grateful to everyone who is reading and interacting with the posts! this has been such a warm welcome back into writing for the marvel universe and i appreciate each and every one of you :)🖤 also i have a question, feel free to answer in the comments or pm me, do i go all the way in the angst for this, or only some angst?

now reading: iii. black planet

previous chapter: ii. time bomb

next chapter: iv. london calling

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You open a portal to your world, and dramatically motion everyone inside. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr step into it, and you glance at Hobie. “Are you actually coming, then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says sarcastically, stepping into the portal. You enter last, walking until you’re in the familiar darkness of your apartment. “Welcome to my home,” you say, going to your kitchen to get a glass of water. As you’re pouring, you hear one of your guests speak up. “Is that… a real skull…?” Pavitr asks, pointing to a human skull above your fireplace mantle. “Sure is. She’s my aunt,” you say, taking a sip of water. They all look at you with a look that reads ‘is it… that aunt?’

You nod.

It isn’t brought up again.

Hobie sees a vinyl player and immediately walks over to it. He observes the multiple albums and singles and then comes across vinyls that don’t look like they belong to any band in particular. “You press your own vinyl?”

“Obviously. There’s just something better about vinyl than listening to it on my phone, so I press my own playlists,” you say, and Hobie glances up at you. “It sounds more real. Scratches and all, makes it feel authentic,” he says, placing a record on your player and placing the needle on it surprisingly gently. You raise your eyebrow at him. ‘Of course he would get the record thing,’ you think to yourself, ‘he is a guitarist after all.’

“I totally agree,” Gwen says, and you nod. Musician things. Ambient sounds accompanied by faint guitar riffs fill the room. You nod in approval. This is one of your favorite songs. Gwen smiles. “Your place is so fucking cool, (Y/n),” she says, walking over to the crystal ball and various tarot decks you have set up on your kitchen table. “Thanks, I take pride in it,” you say and Hobie makes a noise. “Could be better. Tell me, do you consider any color? Ever? Like what the fuck kind of plants are these that they’re all black?”

“They’re called Raven ZZ plants, and actually, they’re a bright green when new leaves sprout, but no. Color is not for me. The only reason I have the tiniest bit of pastel pink on my spider suit is because I need to continue to throw people off my scent.”

“How d’you reckon a tiny splash a’ color will do that?”

“There are various different types of goth. If I only used my own style, it would make the likelihood of me being me much higher than I would like,” you explain, and Miles looks around. “So… this place haunted?” he asks and you grin. “Yes.”

“Ghosts aren’t fuckin’ real.” Hobie scoffs, and he has to bite back a laugh at how quickly you turn your head to him. He actually does believe in ghosts, just a tiny bit, but doing anything to piss you off has become his new motto. Even if he has to lie.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll make one of them possess you,” you say icily, and a cold breeze rolls through the room and blows out some of the candles. Pavitr shrieks and jumps into Miles’ arms. Gwen mutters something about that being ‘so cool.’ Hobie looks virtually unimpressed and you two glare at each other until you all get an all too familiar feeling of danger. You all turn your head toward your balcony, and you see an explosion in the distance. “Fuck,” you mumble, jumping into action immediately. You pull your mask on, and jump without a second thought. It’s a new thing when you glance over and see Hobie right by you. “Was that a bomb? Who could that be?” Miles asks and you sigh. “Probably the Green Goblin,” you say, and Hobie opens his mouth to say another sarcastic remark but is cut off when he gets to observe what your swinging is like.

You literally move like the wind. It’s fluid and smooth in nature, and he pays special attention to how you barely make noise when you land on a building to run. It’s actually impressive, and it makes him lose whatever rude comment he thought of. It’s the complete opposite of how he is. Erratic and loud. He doesn’t know whether to respect it or make fun of you for it later. Probably the latter. “Hey (Y/n)? Is the sky normally this dark? I thought it was like 6pm,” Pavitr asks as you all swing and you nod. “The sun is only out for like 2-3 hours a day here,” you respond. “Damn a little sunlight never killed anybody,” Miles says, and you shrug. “Honestly, here it might.”

“Is that why you’re so moody and negative? Only light you get is from the moon?” Hobie asks and you roll your eyes. “Actually, I was born that way. My style of living has nothing to do with my moodiness and realistic outlook,” you shoot back, emphasizing the point of realistic and not negative. He just shakes his head.

You all arrive at the location the explosive went off, and you notice there are still people inside the parking garage that was hit. “We’re on it!” Gwen says, motioning for Pavitr and Miles to follow her. The three of them take off in an instant, and you keep your eyes peeled and ears open to hear the wings of the Green Goblin’s glider. Hobie hangs back, not saying anything for once in his life. Until he gets an uneasy feeling. “Something’s close.”

“I know, idiot, I have the sense too.”

“I was just sayi–”

He’s cut off by a tiny bag of… powder… being thrown between the two of you. You both leap out of the way immediately before it explodes. “Found you!” Hobie hears a maniacal laugh, “Ohhhh and you brought a friend!” The Green Goblin of your universe giggles, and he realizes that the glider she’s on is a giant taxidermy bat accessorized with mechanical elements making it able to fly again. “Not their friend,” he yells at the Goblin before addressing you, “What the actual fuck is ‘at?” Hobie yells and you sigh. “That’s the Green Goblin of my universe, she’s a fucking lunatic who wants to turn me into a taxidermy sculpture and sell me at an art auction.”

“She an Osborn?”

“Yes, Harriet Osborn,” you say, dodging another… bomb? Hobie honestly doesn’t know what the fuck is happening. “Well, I’ve killed one Osborn already, what’s another,” he says, and you make a gasping noise. “Oh no… don’t tell me…”

“We can’t kill Harriet!”

“Why the fuck not?! She’s tryna kill you!”

“Because of personal reasons! You’re not about to come into my world, and kill my villains, asshole!” you scream, and he groans. “Fuckin’ fine. Whatever, we take her down, we don’t kill her,” he says, and you nod. “I take her down. Like I have countless times before.”

“Uh uh uh, I’m here for a reason, we take her down.”

“Gods, fine. Whatever,” you huff and the both of you dodge another explosive. You point to Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr who are motioning to you that they got everyone out of the garage. Without speaking, the two of you develop a plan. You immediately web into the garage, going down to the bottom floor. Of course, your Goblin follows you, completely disregarding Hobie even being there. He follows behind. It’s dark in here, all the lighting has gone out inside and the black sky outside makes it difficult to see. You use the stealth he observed earlier to your advantage. Even he has trouble picking out where you are, and he has super senses. He makes his way to a pillar that supports the garage as quietly as he can, which, luckily, is quiet enough that he goes unnoticed. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he hears in a sing-songy voice.

He carefully picks up a rock and glances around the garage. He’s behind a pillar that will help bring the whole thing down, he just needs to deduce which of the other pillars will assist in that. Lucky for him, you’re there too. He hears a noise behind one of the pillars, and sure enough, an explosion soon follows. He quickly realizes where the other weak points are and throws a rock at one of the others. Boom. Explosion. And then one more. He glances to his left to see you right next to him. You both nod at each other, and he hits a power chord. You roll your eyes. “A little flashy, don’t you think,” you say as the two of you leap out of the way and there’s one more explosion. “Not flashy enough, love,” he responds as the garage starts to shake.

The two of you expertly navigate the falling rocks as you make your way out of the collapsing building. Right when you get out, your eyes widen, and you twist your body so the glider doesn’t impale you. You land on top, and the Goblin turns around. Half of her mask is broken and she’s bleeding from being hit by one of the rocks. You can tell the glider was hit, too, because it seems to be stalling every now and again. It does get you farther away from your spider-companions, but they start webbing after you. “Found you,” she says. “No shit, Harriet. It only took you demolishing ONE building to do it this time, feels like a new personal record for you,” you respond, and she throws a punch at you. You dodge, and then see her pull out an unnecessarily large taxidermy needle. “Ah, shit,” you mumble as she starts wielding it like a dagger. You’re able to dodge most of her attacks, but the last one grazes your side. You hiss and realize she put another attempt of a knockout serum on it as well. Great. She laughs.

“Stupid spider! I didn’t need to stab you; I just needed a little graze! See, I put a special kind of toxin on my needle, and now it–” She gets knocked out by a single punch to the face. “You talk way too damn much, girl,” you mumble, webbing her to the side of a building as she falls off her glider. Oh shit. The glider. You leap off, despite the pain in your side and the woozy feeling that’s starting to show up and web the glider. You then go water skiing without the water. Or the skiis. And on the road. Oops.

You do your best to control the glider, swerving between cars and making sure it doesn’t run into any of the skyscrapers in downtown Night of Yore City. That’s when you realize it’s about to run straight into a building. You narrow your eyes. It’s time to do your Spider thing. You yank back on the glider, causing it to stall. You leap up onto the side of a building, detaching three webs onto it and leaping to the other one. You repeat until a full spiderweb is formed, blocking the glider’s way to the building, and repeat so it’s underneath the glider as well. You quickly web up the giant claws of the taxidermy bat, ensuring they can’t cut through your webs, and wrap the glider up, swinging around it in a circle. You attach the end of the web to the big spider web you just made and watch it slow down even more. It goes into the web in front of the building, and slightly indents into it, but that’s the further it gets.

You crouch on a lamppost, watching to make sure nothing bad happens. When you’re positive everything’s fine, you stand. A few citizens yell some thanks you’s, more glare at you because you just ruined their day, and some just ignore you completely. You look up and see the four other Spider-People chilling on the side of a building. You quickly join them. “Never seen someone make a web that fast and efficiently,” Gwen says, motioning to the web you wove. You shrug. “Thank you.”

“Unfortunate a buildin’ had to come down in the process,” Hobie says, not giving you a break or any type of praise. You roll your eyes. “Let’s not forget you were part of the reason the building came down.”

“I could have done it without the destruction.”

“Like you would have.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I could have. Obviously, you couldn’t,” he says, and you flip him off as you all begin webbing back to your apartment. Once you get there, you assess the damage the needle did to you. Some weird green toxin was in the cut, and you sigh. “Wait, (Y/n), that looks kind of serious,” Gwen says, noting the discoloration of the toxin compared to your skin. You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. She keeps trying to make a knock-out serum to use on me. None of them are strong enough,” you affirm, the slight wooziness you had felt earlier is completely gone. Now you just need to wash and dress this, and it should be healed by morning. “Or maybe she’s just a shit chemist.”

“Thank you, Hobie, for your doubt that I’m a capable Spider-Person,” you say, and he nods at you. “Always.”

You get out your first aid kit and clean your wound up. It stings, and you wince, and the others know that feeling all too well. “Right, well now that we’ve seen this gloomy, depressin’, dark ass world, why don’t we go see an actual fun world, eh?” Hobie says, starting to press some buttons on his watch. “Go to your world? What so I can be blown away with too loud amps and catch on fire because some dumbass thinks they can make a flamethrower with some sort of cleaning spray and a lighter? No thanks,” you mumble, and he rolls his eyes. “Not like I want you there anyways, love,” he says. You hate this new nickname he’s picked for you. It’s not endearing, it’s annoying. And he knows that it bothers you. You angrily put your first aid kit down and glare at him. “Fine. But hold on one second.”

You scale your wall and reach into an impossibly high cupboard, pulling out some cat food. Suddenly, the four spiders see two bright green eyes in the darkness of what appears to be your bedroom. You fill up a bowl, and your black cat saunters over to you. You pet his head, giving him a few scritches between the ears, his favorite spot. Hobie’s grateful you’re preoccupied with your cat because he does not need you to see the expression on his face. He loves cats. Especially black cats, they’re a perfect symbol of rebellion. Maybe he’ll come back here one day but only for your cat. ONLY.

“Alright, now that you’ve fed the cat, can we please leave? I can feel my soul bein’ sucked out of my body the longer I stand here,” Hobie says, impatiently, and you roll your eyes. “That’s the ghosts doing that, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

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[apollostears]

TEENAGE LOVE AFFAIR [ BTS ]

group: BTS

pairing: BTS x daughter!reader

warning(s): swearing

request: can you do BTS reacting to their 15 year old daughter having a boyfriend/girlfriend?

requested by: @mela3340

oomfggg this was so fun to make!! thanks for requesting the first request of 2021 :) hope you enjoy love <3

➝︎ jin

he’s literally dramatic af.

#dramaking

but no really, he’ll be shook to the gods.

like huh??? his child got a partner?!!!

my kid?!!! IN THESE STREETS?!

he would faint, then wake back up and shake her til she’s dizzy.

ok but on a more serious note, i think if he saw his daughter have genuine feelings for this person they’re with, he would support a 100%

definitely wants to meet them asap

would chaperone their dates but in a way that’s soooo cliché. i mean ugly ass disguises cliché.

will definitely have a heart attack if his daughters partner used the fake ‘yawn-over-the-shoulder’ move while at the movies.

all his daughter would hear is someone choking horrendously a few rooms behind them and instantly know it’s her dad.

will call the boys up every time she asks him to go on a date with their partner or if they can come over to hang and study.

“i’m at a lost here! it’s like i’m in the war!” jin exaggerates on the group call with his friends.

“hyung, i think you’re over exaggerating.” jungkook would say sheepishly.

with the straightest face, jin would hang up and contemplate his choice in friends.

after about the sixth month mark, i do think he’d let up a tremendous amount.

like he’s no longer breathing down her neck about them and allows them to go on dates without him, so long as she tells him where they’re going.

10/10 is the dramatic dad that goes through a midlife crisis when their daughter starts dating.

➝︎ yoongi

mans does not care.

ok lemme clarify, he doesn’t care to the extent that jin does. he trusts his daughter and her decisions and understands that this is an important part of her life. he’s gonna try his hardest to not overstep.

but deep down, he definitely is having a hard time coming to grasps that his daughter is in love and starting to enter the dating world.

he understands the pressures surrounding dating too, especially at fifteen. so he’s definitely giving a nice lil lecture about sex, safe sex, consensual sex, and commitment.

and yes, yoongi knows that most of these young love relationships don’t last long, but he wants his daughter to know that her relationship is legit to him. no matter how old she is.

will look intimidating af to their daughters bf or gf. he definitely overhears them discussing if yoongi likes them or not 💀

looks like he could kill you and will but is also such a sweetheart once you actually know him.

doesn’t do no undercover brother shit but will follow his daughter on their first few dates just because he’s worried. isn’t overbearing and keeps a good distance.

honestly, if anything it brings his daughter a lot of comfort to know her dad is there to back her up 🙂

100%!is the father that seems like they’re chill on the surface but on the inside is working overtime to not be overreactive when their child starts dating.

➝︎ namjoon

is literally the 😯 emoji

when his daughter tells him that she’s got a lover, he literally looks exactly like that emoji.

he’s like “love? what you know about that?”

is extremely confused the entire time. yes, he knows that at her age, children start experimenting with dating but he never actually thought he’d have to deal with it.

was definitely worried that he’d lose out on daddy-daughter time once she started dating.

that was his biggest fear. that his daughter wouldn’t need him anymore. she would no worries.

is deathly afraid of his daughter experiencing heartbreak. their s/o could be the perfect match for his kid, he still wouldn’t care. namjoon is going to be worried regardless.

constantly asks for updates on their relationship to see if he needs to give any advice on how to keep the relationship going.

he doesn’t see their love as something immature. namjoon values it the same way he would value an adult relationship.

which meansss giving them the birds n the bees. same as yoongi, a thorough talk on sexually transmitted diseases, birth control, safe sex, you name it.

was incredibly nervous to meet the person their daughter was dating 💀 like how you supposed to be the daddy but more scared than the actual date.

chaperones his daughter’s first couple of dates. doesn’t get in their way but definitely makes his presence known when does attend.

has a strict “have her home by 9 or else” policy.

won’t ground their child if they give them a heads up on why they would be late.

is 100% the type to be the “work in progress” dad that wishes there was a book on what to do when your teenage daughter starts dating.

➝︎ hobi

mans was like “awww my wittle baby likes somebody!”

was wayyy more excited about meeting their child’s s/o then what is deemed normal.

don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely protective of his kid but hobi understands that these things happen.

it was bound to happen that one day his daughter would start dating.

doesn’t hound his child with questions but is very curious to learn more about this bf/gf that their daughter has.

when he meets them, he’s very scary looking at first. switching into serious hobi, he intimidates the kid just a bit before breaking into a grin and letting them know he was kidding.

is the type of dad that would make their daughters’ s/o fall in love with him 💀

hobi gets along with virtually anyone so it wasn’t hard for him to bond with the s/o.

however, he does make it known that he is a father and while the kid seems to be an alright choice for his daughter, he still lets them know that he will go liam neeson on a motherfucker if necessary.

doesn’t follow his daughter on dates but somehow ends up attending some of them because they both want him around.

on the times he doesn’t go, there is a curfew in place and it’s 8 o’clock 😔

hobi is 100% the dad to become friends with their daughters’ bf/gf but still be a force to be reckon with when needed.

➝︎ jimin

probably the one who meddles in their daughters love life.

sees their daughter walkout of school with a guy and is asking fifty million questions on who he is and if she likes him.

all for her to turn around and be like “dad, i’m gay.”

and he’s like 🥺🥰 “good, boys are disgusting anyways.”

so now he’s scoping out girls that could be a potential match for his kid 💀

“what about her?”

“nah, she’s a little rude to me.”

“you know what they say! she likes you!”

“no dad. just...no.”

was not expecting the girl his daughter chooses but can totally see it once he actually gets to know her.

is constantly giving his daughter cute date ideas for her to do w her gf. definitely has a pintrest board of places for them.

will happily be a chauffeur for his daughter if necessary. this can be good and bad. good bc yayay free rides. bad because she has to deal with a jimin that wants to be on time or a jimin that makes them ten minutes late to a movie showing. there is no in between.

he doesn’t follow his daughter around. mainly because he’s always driving them but if he doesn’t, she still gives him a heads up on where they’re going.

doesn’t mind them hanging sleepovers or leaving the door closed but will totally pop up at random times to be nosey.

is definitely in his daughters corner anytime someone tries to give her and her gf a hard time for being together.

a 100% the dad that’s constantly involved in his child’s love life but not to an extreme point. is totally just excited to be there and apart of her world.

➝︎ taehyung

the motherfucker is all smug and shit talking about some “ i know ” 😏 when his daughter approaches him about her new partner.

lets be real; taehyung would know his daughter like the back of his hands. he would have suspicions that she’s seeing somebody but won’t pressure her to speak until she’s ready.

acts like the fbi when he finally meets their daughter’s partner.

is stalking all social media, finding where they work, who they guardians are, and where they grandma stay 💀🤣

but it’s really because he knows how dangerous people are and the last thing he wants is for his kids’ life to be in danger.

is definitely a hard ass to whoever his daughter ends up dating regardless of gender. will go major payne on a motherfucker real quick.

does not care if he gets caught watching out for his daughter while she’s on a date. will deadass sit there and stare them down as they look at him, completely unbothered.

after meeting their partner a few times, he’ll become a bit more loose in regards to their relationship but will still eye them wearily.

his daughter is very important to him and he’s just worried about any potential heartbreak she may experience.

“have you ever killed?”

“uh, no sir. i-i’m only fifteen...sir.”

kisses teeth, “would you kill for my daughter?”

*beat of silence, two horrified teenagers*

scoffs, “pathetic. d/n choose a new partner.”

“dad!”

seems like a hard ass and is a hard ass but it’s completely out of love.

is 100% the dad that gives their daughter’s partner a hard time and will hold such a passive face that they’ll never know if he likes them or not, but overtime will start loosening up and accept them for who they are.

➝︎ jungkook

he was thoroughly surprised.

like...she might as well had told him she was pregnant.

jk needed a moment to comprehend that his daughter...his precious jewel was dating.

just the thought sent chills down his spine with his dramatic ass.

immediately demanded to meet the person who stole his daughter from him. and when he found out it was the bad kid from school??!!! mans was heated.

i mean really? the juvenile delinquent of ALL people?

he feels this way mainly because he remembers how he was as a kid and he knows how anal teenagers can be. really just wants the best for his kid.

is present for their first date. why is that? because it was at their house with him sitting on the opposite couch, watching them like a hawk as they attempted to watch a movie.

after that, his daughter had a serious talk with him about personal space and independence.

jungkook didn’t like the fact that he had to have this talk, but he understands it’s importance. him and his daughter have a sacred bond with one another that he doesn’t wanna risk breaking all because of his overprotectiveness.

that overprotectiveness does come in handy though because their daughters’ partner is always on time when it comes to getting her and dropping her off. honestly, if his daughter ever tried to convince their partner to skip curfew, their partner would text jungkook to snitch 💀

“so...you tried to skip curfew, eh?”

“wha-? how do you know this?!”

smirks, “i see all d/n. besides, your partner knows not to cross that line with me.”

“i literally cannot stand either of you.”

this has definitely led the daughter to question if she has a relationship or if her dad has a relationship with her s/o.

after about three months of them dating, jungkook turns into a pretty chill dad to be real. at that point, he understands that he can’t protect her from pain. so, he might as well just try his best to support his daughter through everything she does.

is 100% that is overly dramatic at first and comes off as incredibly scary but eventually comes down to earth and becomes a big teddy bear 🥰

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

@gemad08 (I hope it was you who requested this! I can’t remember!): Reader listens to another group’s music and her BTS boyfriends all have very different feelings about that. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Request, Ask, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Kim seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, OT7, boyfriend AU

Genre: Fluff

Title: Playlist

KIM SEOKJIN

“What are you listening to?” Questions Jungkook curiously, as he plops down on the sofa beside you, removing his inner ear piece and reaching up to wipe the sheen of sweat from his forehead. 

You pull out one of your own headphones and offer him a slight smile, readjusting the homework you had been working on on your lap. “Oh you know, this and that.” 

Jungkook nods, reaching across you to snag an unopened water bottle from the table, before he gulps down almost half of it in one swell swoop. “Yeah, my playlists tend to be a little bit of everything too.” 

The couch dips under Jin’s weight as your boyfriend arrives and settles down on your other side, his own hair damp with exertion, as he glances over at you with one eyebrow arched in a look of slight teasing, reaching for your dangling headphone, “It better be our stuff, jagi, or I’ll question your loyalty as a girlfriend.” 

You open your mouth, but before you can respond, he places the headphone in his ear, and you watch as his eyes widen and his lips purse into a comical pout that has you holding back laughter. 

“Yah, jagi!” Jin exclaims, ripping the headphones out of both of your ears, as he stares you down with a look akin to dramatic hurt and betrayal. “You’re listening to WinnerWinner?!” 

You offer him a sheepish smile, before sticking your tongue out and putting the headphones back in your ears, though you don’t miss the sound of Jungkook laughing over the beats of your music. 

“I like their stuff.” You protest, pointing to the homework in your lap. “It’s good study music. Helps me focus.” 

“And our stuff can’t??” Jin complains in an incredulous voice, mouth still drawn into a deeper pout than before if possible. “Our stuff is great for studying! Take Moon for example, or Epiphany!” 

“That’s your stuff.” You tease back gently, before leaning over to press a kiss to his full, plump, still pouting lips. “Besides, you don’t need to be jealous. You’re the only one I kiss after all.” 

You grin at him, as he harumphs and throws an arm grumpily across your shoulders, tugging your body against his own. “I better be.” He whines out, as both you and Jungkook laugh once more. 

MIN YOONGI

“Yoongi, how much longer?” You whine from your position on the futon in his studio, feet kicking loosely in the air, head dangling upside down from one of the arms, as you adjust your headphones in your ear. “I’m hungry.” 

“All right, all right.” Your boyfriend grumbles, shutting off the screen of his computer, and getting up to cross the room to you. He flicks the crown of your head, making you yelp and sit upright again, as he sinks into the cushions beside you. “What’re you listening to anyway?” 

You offer him the free headphone willingly, and he puts it to his ear, face immediately pulling into a look of distaste at the sounds of Zico’s smooth rap coming through the speakers. 

“Why are you listening to this shit?” Yoongi asks, pulling the headphone from his ear as quickly as he had placed it there, shooting you a sharp look of disapproval. 

“I like it.” You pull your own headphone loose and shoot him a glare in return, voice defensive as you begin to coil up the wire and shove it into your purse. “It’s catchy.” 

“Really?” Yoongi looks at you with a stare of disbelief, and you feel your cheeks heat up, as if he’s caught you red handed doing something you shouldn’t. “Who taught you what was good music?” 

“Myself.” You sniff, though you can’t stay mad at him, because the look of utter confusion and absolute pure surprise on his face at your music choices has you wanting to bust into giggles. 

“That stuff is crap.” Yoongi stands from the couch and waves a hand at your phone, motioning to your music taste as a whole. He cocks his head as he looks down at you, and the hint of a superior smirk begins to lift his lips, as he says firmly, “I guess I need to educate you on what’s good music, baby. I didn’t know you were so naive.” 

You scoff and stick your tongue out at him, as he whirls his desk chair around and motions for you to sit. 

“But what about food?” You complain, stomach still grumbling hungrily as you take a seat, Yoongi reaching around you to turn on the computer. 

“I’ll get delivery.” He says nonchalantly, clicking into a folder on the desktop. “This is much more important.” 

You sigh in defeat and lean back. “How many of these songs are gonna be your own, Min Yoongi?” You ask suspiciously, looking up at him standing over you, as he offers you the hint of a smile and presses a kiss to your upturned forehead. 

“I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.” He teases, before hitting play. 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Everything I need is on the ground-” 

You sing along to the lyrics of the song that is blasting from the speakers underneath your breath, as you continue your sweeping circle of the kitchen, doing little skip hops to the beat of the music when it tickles your fancy. 

You’re feeling good. 

You’re done with work for the week, you’re pretty sure you’re getting delivery for dinner tonight instead of cooking, and your boyfriend should be home any minute from the studio. 

Not to mention, Rose’s new song is kicking. 

Speak of the devil. 

Just as you’re glancing at the clock, the sound of a lock is heard in the front door and Hobi bursts into the apartment, face bright and red from practice, hair slicked back with sweat that has long since dried, ankles ringed in old, but extremely comfortable tennis shoes. 

“Hey jagi!” He calls, loud voice sounding clear even over the loud music, as he dumps his duffle bag onto the couch and kicks his shoes to the side, before entering the kitchen where you’re just emptying the last dustpan of debris into the trash. 

He circles his arms around your waist and gives you a blinding sunshine smile, before peppering your face with kisses that make you laugh until you’re out of breath. 

“I missed you.” He says in your ear, and you giggle, as his lips find another place to plant a kiss beneath the juncture of your jaw. 

“You’d think you hadn’t just seen me this morning, Jung Hoseok.” You berate teasingly, covering his hands at your waist with your own, as you turn in his arms to face him. Reaching up to push loose strands of dark hair from his forehead, you ask with a tilt of your head, “Wanna order in tonight?” 

“Yes please!” Hobi’s eyes light up at the thought of delivery and cuddling and a night spent in with you, and then they widen slightly, as he tilts his head, as if listening, to the repeating song that is still blaring over the sound system for the first time. “Is this Rose’s new one?” He asks, and you can hear the excitement in his tone. 

You nod, and before you can say anything, he is sweeping you around in circles to the beat of the newly started song, making you laugh once more, before he calls out, “I love this song! It’s so damn catchy!” 

“I can tell.” You say through your laughter, as he releases you on a spin and begins to do a little impromptu solo dance around the clean kitchen. 

“Is it on repeat?” Hobi asks, cha cha-ing real smooth over to you, before he takes your hands once more. 

You nod. “Of course.” 

“Great.” He grins, and the sunshine between his teeth is blinding, as he pulls you into another goofy spin. “Keep it going all night.” 

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon slides into the passenger seat, and you lean over to turn the music down-having turned it up to listen to it loudly with the windows down while you drove-and open your mouth to ask him about his day. 

He beats you to it though, catching you off guard, as he eyes the name of the song on the car display curiously. “You’re listening to Jackson’s stuff?” 

You blush, feeling embarrassed for some stupid reason, and turn the song almost off, as you reach to put the car into gear. “Yes? I really like his new album.” 

“That’s good.” Namjoon says softly, almost as if he’s thinking, as he stares out the car window as you pull out of the studio’s parking lot. “He’ll be happy to hear that.” 

You drive in silence for a bit, and you’re wondering if you’re imagining the sudden weird air between you and your boyfriend. Maybe it’s just you? It’s gotta be in your head, right? 

You glance at Namjoon out of the corner of your eye, and you note he looks tired. As you turn onto the main road, you ask gently, “Everything go okay today?” 

“Hmmm?” Namjoon questions beneath his breath, glancing over at you, as if you have pulled him from his thoughts. He offers you the hint of a smile. “Oh,  yeah! Everything was fine. Super busy. Like it always is.” 

You nod, tightening and loosening your fingers on the steering wheel, as silence once again prevails. 

Why is this weird. Was it because of the music? 

You glance at the display, and see another one of Jackson’s songs scrolling across the heading. 

Was it weird to listen to your boyfriend’s best friend’s music? Was that some sort of faux pas you weren’t aware of? 

Shit. 

“Namjoon-” You start to say, and when he looks at you, you force yourself to swallow and keep going. “Does it upset you if I listen to Jackson’s stuff? If so, I’ll stop-” 

“What?” Namjoon looks startled, catching you off guard, and his eyes widen as he stares at you. “Why would that upset me?” 

“I dunno.” You shrug, suddenly feeling sheepish that you had made this into a deal at all. “I just didn’t know-” 

“Baby.” Namjoon leans across the center console, his large, warm palm going to rest on your thigh, as his whole face suddenly breaks out into an amused grin. “You can listen to whoever you want. I don’t care.” He winks at you. “And I was being serious about Jackson being excited to hear you like his stuff. Hell, I like his stuff.” 

“Why were you so quiet then?” You ask, relieved, yet not being able to stop yourself now. 

“Oh.” Namjoon settles back into his seat, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, as his fingers start to stroke lazy patterns across the jean covered skin of your thigh. He cracks an eye open and shoots you a mischievous grin. “I was just contemplating all of the shit I can show you now that I know you like Jackson’s music. There’s so much in his vault that hasn’t been released to the public that I have access to.” 

Your mouth dropped open. “Really?” 

Namjoon closed his eyes once more, but not before shooting you another wink. “Really. Buckle up, baby. If you want Jackson Wang, I’ll give you Jackson Wang.” 

PARK JIMIN

“Jimin, this is so stupid.” You huff out, as you try to jump two stairs at a time, keeping up with your boyfriend as he doggedly works his way upward. 

Damn. For a short guy, he’s really fast. 

“Is it?” Jimin asks over his shoulder sharply, not looking at you, as you finally reach the floor that houses the building’s gym and push through the door. He holds it open for you, even though he’s mad, and you’re glad he’s not angry enough to have forgotten the habit. That bodes well. 

“Yeah, it is.” You snap back, reaching up to wipe some sweat from the back of your neck,as you adjust your dangling headphones. Why did you agree to work out with him. You should have known better. The walk up the five flights of stairs had been enough. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“Hmmm okay.” Jimin hums out mockingly, already headed for the treadmill, as he raises the incline and stretches his ankles, shooting you a heated glare. “Fine. So you won’t mind if I start religiously listening to Girl’s Generation.” 

“No?” You pose it as a question, because the idea of that upsetting you just doesn’t compute into your head. 

“See, it doesn’t make sense to you, because you’re not an artist.” Jimin complains, sliding his own headphones into his ears as he turns on the treadmill and starts into a brisk jog. 

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and head to the elliptical, as far from your moody boyfriend as you can go. 

There is nothing but silence and the sound of breathing and the machines, until Jungkook comes into through the door minutes later, towel slung around his neck, curls already damp with sweat, and you just know he has already been doing some insane pre-workout before his actual workout. 

Crazy bastard. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!’ Jungkook calls out cheerfully, with a bunny grin and a wave of his hand in your direction. 

“She probably can’t hear you. She’s listening to her favorite band.” Jimin snarks in before you can answer his friend, face dark as he continues to sprint through the workout on the treadmill. 

Jungkook looks curiously between the two of you, and you stop what you’re doing, letting out an irritated sigh. 

“Jungkook, tell Jimin this is stupid.” You say, standing and stretching your arms above your head, as you stick your tongue out at your still grumpy boyfriend. “He’s upset because he found out I like listening to GOT7 more than your stuff, and now he’s throwing a jealousy tantrum.” 

“I am not!” Jimin yanks the headphones out of his ears and points in your direction, past the bewildered Jungkook who stands in the middle of you two. “You told me, and I quote ‘It’s weird to listen to your stuff, because you’re my boyfriend.’“ 

“Well it is!” You shout back, cheeks red, whether from the exercise or the heat of the stupid, teasing argument that had gotten well out of hand. 

“Okay, you guys are both being stupid.” Jungkook steps in, holding his hands out as a peace offering between your two heaving chests, as if worried you’re going to come to blows. He glances over at Jimin. “Jimin, your girlfriend can listen to anyone she wants. She’s not your property. You tend to get jealousy, but you don’t need to, because you should know how crazy in love with you she is.” 

He glances over to you next, face stern, and you already feel your heart calming in your chest at his words, and Jimin must feel the same, because he doesn’t look quite as riled as before. 

“And (Y/N), just because you’re dating an idol doesn’t mean that you have to listen to their music. But try to be a little more sympathetic yeah? We work hard on our shit, and you gotta take into account how Jimin feels.” 

You sigh, and glance across the wise younger boy to Jimin, who looks slightly remorseful now. “Fine.” You sigh out, reaching out to offer him a hand. He shakes it, twining his fingers with yours at the last minute. “I’ll try to broaden my perspective.” 

“And I’ll try to tone down the jealousy.” Jimin concedes, finally offering you the hint of a smile as his full lips curl upward. 

“However.” You shake a finger at the two boys. “I’m not listening to, or watching, or ever liking, Go Go. And you can’t make me.” 

They groan, and you laugh before pulling the two of them into a hug. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Hey jagi, have you seen my-” 

You glance up as your boyfriend comes into the room, his words stuttering to a stop as he pauses in the doorway to stare at you, lacing up your nikes by the front door. 

“What?” You ask, slightly self consciously, as you glance down at the running outfit you wear-athletic shorts and a sheer tank top covering a brightly colored sports bra, complete with dangling earphones and comfy running shoes-wondering what he’s staring at. 

“Nothing.” Taehyung shakes his head, a sly smile coming across his features, as he creeps across the room as if he’s stalking you, before grabbing you around the waist and crushing you to him, lips going to your ear and voice low. “You just look good enough to eat, that’s all.” 

You blush and bat at him, but he doesn’t release you. “Stop. You’re so gross.” 

“I can’t help it that my girlfriend is super hot.” He drags his lips up the curve of your neck in a line of sloppy kisses, making you laugh and try to pull away from him once more. “You know the only reason I go running with you is so I can watch your ass in those short shorts.” He slaps his hand across said ass, and you yelp. 

“Will you quit?” You swat him away again, more aggressively this time, as he finally releases his hold on your waist, but doesn’t pull away from you, as he grabs one of your headphones and holds it up to his ear. 

“What’s your running playlist?” Taehyung asks curiously, and you grin, pushing play on the first song. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, motioning to you. “Mmmm nope. Next.” 

You skip forward to the next song, and suddenly, his eyes are going wide and his mouth is forming an o and an overly manic excited look is entering his normal expression. 

You glance down at the song name and instantly see why. 

“Holy shit, I love this song.” Taehyung exclaims, wiggling his body to the sound of gangnam style and Psy’s upbeat vocals. 

“I know.” You laugh, before he shoves the headphones back into your hand, catching you by surprise, as he darts past you back the way he had came. “What are you doing??” 

“I gotta get my kazoo.” Taehyung calls over his shoulder, then stops in his tracks, glancing back at where you still stand in place. “Actually, on second thought.” He retreats on fast steps and grabs your hand, dragging you along with him toward the office, ignoring your weak protests. “You better come along. I’m about to blow your mind. I can play this song on both kazoo and keyboard.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook’s brow is furrowed, his normally caramel eyes dark, lips set into a thin line, and you know. You know that look. 

He’s getting competitive. 

They don’t call him the golden maknae for nothing, right? 

“Jungkook.” You say in a warning tone, already knowing where his mind is going. 

“There’s no way.” Jungkook huffs out, pulling the headset from off his ears as he shoots you a look of utter fire, eyes hard and set. “There’s no way they’re better than us.” 

You sigh, and the sound is slightly amused and slightly exasperated. “Kook, I didn’t say they were better than you-” 

“Then why listen to them?” He cuts you off, throwing the headset aside and rising to pace the room, before he comes back to stand behind the couch, fingers clenched around the back cushion as he stares into the distance. 

“I like their music?” You offer helplessly, as you watch him spiral into that competitive frame of mind that you find halfway hot as hell and halfway infuriating as all get out. 

“You really think they’re better than us?” Jungkook asks, interrupting you, as if he hadn’t just heard a word of the answer you had offered. He glances down at you, eyes dark beneath the fringe of his long hair, long hair that’s getting slightly out of control and is fringing on tangled mess of curls. “Why are they better? how are they better?” He mutters to himself, eyes focusing on something far away, as he continues on in disbelief. “Oneus? Really?” 

You roll you eyes and push yourself up from the couch, circling around to stand behind him, sliding your hands around his narrow waist, allowing yourself to feel the muscles of his abdomen beneath his sweatshirt before you finally speak. “Kookie, can you not. Just this once. Please.” 

“Not what?” He asks, suddenly curious, as he glances back at you, doe eyes wide, as if he’s not even aware of what he’s doing. 

“Not compete?” You ask with slight amusement, brows raised in pleading in your boyfriend’s tense direction. 

His shoulders relax slightly, and he turns to face you, returning your embrace, his chin resting comfortably on the crown of your head. “Sorry, jagi. Habit.” 

“You wanna be the best, I get it.” You hum back, leaning back to connect your lips with his, as the hint of smile starts across your face. “However.” You reach up to push the hair back from his forehead, admiring his handsome, flawless features as he stares down at you. “To me, no one will ever be better than you, Jeon Jungkook.” 

His features soften, and he offers you the bunny smile you love so much. “Really?” 

“Really.” You grin in return, and reach up to tap the end of his nose with your finger before leaning in to give him another quick kiss. “You’re the best there is.” 

[btsmosphere]

Crossfire | KTH

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Moodboard Masterlist

~summary: The night your life blew up sent you on a collision course with the campus bad boy, Kim Taehyung. Though you were well aware of his reputation, it was his doorstep you ran to when you were bleeding with nowhere to go.

~word count: 5k

~gang!au, mafia!au, college!au, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating (warnings apply to each part individually, please read them)

~a/n: this week our gal gets some shit done and comes to a realisation due to Yoongi... also I am once again thanking everyone for supporting this story💜💜love you all,, n for those of you who haven’t heard I’m going to be posting a spooktober story soon so stay tuned...

“I want to help.”

Tae paused in the doorway, a steaming plate in each hand, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“Huh?”

“I want to do something to help, you know, with the plan,” you eagerly pressed on.

“Oh,” Taehyung nodded, but a pout remained on his face as he kicked the door shut gently behind him, “the plan with Shinhyuk?”

“Yep.”

Nervously eyeing him as he shifted onto the bed, you waited for him to speak. Instead, he just passed you one of the plates and began to tuck in.

“Taehyung?”

“Mmm,” he hummed indistinctly, looking up at you, cheeks full of food.

“So… can I help?”

For just a moment, his bewildered stare  was all that greeted you and his chewing slowed.

“Mmhmm,” he nodded, as if it was obvious.

“Oh. Okay.”

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected it to be that easy. As you began to eat yourself, Taehyung quickly went back to devouring his own meal without a second thought.

For once, the two of you were inside together during the day as it was the weekend and he wasn’t required for anything except a meeting, which was happening at his place anyway. With him here, you didn’t really need anything else to pass the time, but he had still vowed to bring you some more books soon, given that you had worked your way through the first pile completely now.

After last night, and if you were honest with yourself, even before that, any worry about being around Taehyung had faded away. Not only could you easily pass the time chatting, you very much enjoyed your time with him.

However, once you had both finished your food, it wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door announcing the arrival of the boys and the start of the meeting.

Only four had come as Jimin and Yoongi were out, doing ‘something’. You didn’t ask for details.

Taking the seat furthest from the window, hopefully hidden by Taehyung who sat beside you, you simply stayed quiet for most of the conversation. They didn’t need your input anyway; the plan sounded like it was progressing as well as it could be.

First of all, Jungkook and Namjoon confirmed the first members of Shinhyuk’s group they had managed to pick off, including the leader of a base inside his territory, though the rest were low-level: drivers, informants, dealers, fighters. Not enough to make his gang disappear by any stretch.

Not yet anyway, as Namjoon kept saying in encouragement.

As they resolved to keep digging through rival members, the real challenge was finding an in within Shinhyuk’s immediate circle – the ones who apparently were mainly stationed at what used to be your house.

“All I have is names,” Jungkook sighed, “even though I’m one of them, no one reveals anything about themselves.”

“Even the names might be fake,” Jin reminded him.

“I know,” Jungkook jammed his hands through his hair, “and there’s one – Jintao – he really doesn’t trust me. Makes it difficult for me to do anything. Always has his eyes on me.”

“Y/N can help,” Taehyung cut in then, causing four heads to turn sharply in your direction. You refused to squirm under their glares.

“Tae…” Jin was the first to speak, “it’s dangerous. I’ve been staking out Shin’s clubs and I’ve almost been caught so many times trying to talk to people-“

“She doesn’t have to go out on missions,” Tae reasoned, “a lot of snooping can be done from inside, and since she doesn’t have much else to do…”

“We have access to hackers, Tae,” Namjoon dismissed.

Biting your lip, you looked down. Since Tae had accepted your request to help so easily, you weren’t exactly prepared for this analysis. Perhaps it was stupid to think you would be able to assist these boys.

“She’s just as much a part of this as we are,” Taehyung surprised you with the ferocity in his voice, “she’ll be able to help. And I’ll let her even if you guys don’t.”

Namjoon in particular looked shocked by the younger boy’s unwavering words, but you watched in relief as he gave his assent with a nod, the others raising no further argument.

“What raids are coming up, Jungkook?” Hoseok brought the meeting back on track, prompting Jungkook to relay all the dates Shinhyuk had deals or attacks planned.

You listened as the boys decided which to focus on, though again they were frustrated by their lack of progress. Until Jungkook felt safe again, they weren’t going to counter any attacks, but they could make sure no one would be in the target properties to keep their allies out of danger.

Overall, the meeting left each of you feeling unsatisfied. This war with Shinhyuk was like having an unbearable itch while your hands were tied behind your back. You could only hope their careful preparation would eventually lend them the upper hand when they felt confident enough to retaliate.

With restless minds but nothing to do, Taehyung asked his friends to stay and a movie was agreed upon. As you had observed before, the boys relaxed remarkably quickly, and you were soon laughing with Hobi and Tae as you poured out snacks in the kitchen.

As you collected the packets, Hoseok returned to sit down. You and Tae had barely set foot around the corner when Hoseok let out a yell.

Startled, your head whipped around to find Yoongi standing silently in the doorway, leaning against one side, arms folded and a murderous expression.

“I didn’t see you there,” Hoseok breathed, laughing with a hand over his heart.

Before you could stop it, a snort escaped you, barely choked back, remembering exactly what you had said about Yoongi the night before. Luckily, you weren’t the only one, as you heard Taehyung beside you laughing through his nose, more successful at suppressing the sound.

“I hope there’s good news from the meeting,” Yoongi glared at you two, “I’m going bloody insane dancing around Shinhyuk like this.”

Everyone switched straight back to business mode around you, but you made the mistake of glancing over at Taehyung.

As soon as you made eye contact, neither of you could control yourselves and you had to fight to keep in your mirth. The dark warning glances from the other boys did nothing but fan the flames. Taehyung bit down on his lips as they threatened to break out into laughter; your cheeks ached.

Sinking onto the sofa, Taehyung looked pointedly away from you, shoving his fist into his mouth, shoulders still shaking.

With the tears brimming in your eyes, you didn’t care to listen to Yoongi as he talked about whatever he and Jimin had just come back from. When Jimin came in, a strangled laugh leapt from your mouth before you clamped it shut again, but you had set Tae off again.

The orange-haired boy across the room stared at you both like you were crazy.

“What’s your problem?” Yoongi’s sour face only made it harder to remove him from the ridiculous cartoon stereotype and Taehyung finally broke, guffawing loudly with his head thrown back, before falling against you and clinging to your shoulder, tears running down his face.

Shocked to find Taehyung’s head suddenly pressed into the crook of your neck, your breathless laugh was finally cut off. All you could do was stare down at him with a smile as he pulled himself together, wheezing dramatically the whole time.

At last, he seemed to realise himself and abruptly let go of your shirt. Pulling back, you were face to face for a second, expressions reflecting each other’s surprise, before he closed his mouth and turned back to Yoongi with a flawless poker face.

“Nothing.”

And then you were laughing again.

The prospect of Yoongi almost definitely hating you now didn’t bother you anymore. In the days following the meeting, you had begun to work through the list of names Jungkook had scribbled down of the members of Shinhyuk’s current inner members:

-Gi Beomho- has a Gwangju accent?

-Chaewon/known as Seb

-(Lee?) Minho

-Soonjae

-Jintao

Taehyung had told you his laptop password and you began trawling through the internet for any traces.

Though you were by no means a hacker, one of your friends at college, Jake, had once showed you a few things he knew how to do from his course in computing. Not to mention you were able to stalk someone very efficiently on social media from investigating the hot guy Lisa had seen on the street, or finding Soo’s mysterious girlfriend she refused to introduce to your group.

Now, though, there were no friends laughing around you as you tried to take apart the gang that was living in your house.

After your first afternoon of searching, nothing fruitful came up. When Taehyung had come back in the evening, you were more than happy to abandon the task and join him in your usual dinner routine, falling asleep soon after when you settled down together to watch a film.

But as the days progressed, you became more determined and frustrated in equal measure as you came across few things. You had worked your way through 3 people, giving up only after you had exhausted every avenue you could think to investigate.

Lee Minho took you even longer than the others to rule out, though you suspected from the beginning it was an alias since he shared the name with the famous actor, meaning there was an immense amount of unrelated material cluttering any path to finding the gang member, no matter what you searched.

Slumping back against the headboard, you set the laptop aside and flipped it shut.

Your attempt at working your way through the newest stack of books Taehyung had brought you was much slower than the first time around. Until he came back home, you barely took in the words.

At your side, a notebook containing the few possible leads consistently stole your attention instead.

You had managed to gain access to a couple of police reports on a Gi Beomho in Gwangju, but you would have to verify with Jungkook whether the photo was of the right person, or if you were barking up the wrong tree entirely.

When Tae finally arrived, you anxiously greeted him. Today Shinhyuk had planned his largest attack yet, on a shop that was a front for gang activity, and you knew all the boys had been on standby.

Taking in the scattered books, paper and laptop on the bed, his shoulders slumped.

“Nothing yet?”

“No, sorry,” you confirmed with a sigh.

“Don’t apologise,” he reached out and rubbed a hand along your upper arm to your shoulder. There it lingered, fingers slowly massaging for a moment.

“Were you hurt today?”

In only the short time since he came in, he had only squeezed out a smile once as he tried to reassure you.

At the shake of his head, you felt a knot in your chest release. But he still wasn’t happy.

“So what happened?”

“We didn’t go in at all. It was a lost cause,” he sat on the bed and kicked his shoes off without energy, “he shut the whole place down. It’s done for.”

With another huff, he fell back to lie on the bed. You did the same.

Weighty silence hovered over you both.

You had no idea how long you merely stared up at the ceiling, paralysed, before Taehyung moved. Slowly, he reached his hand out, fingers finding yours. As he intertwined your hands where they lay between you, you simply let your eyes slide shut, squeezing back.

“I know you’ll find something.”

Though you appreciated his support, he said it to assure himself as much as you.

Whether he could see or not, you nodded.

Just then, Tae’s familiar ringtone chimed in the silence. Pulling his phone from a pocket, he held it above him, checking the caller. Deciding it was worth it, he reluctantly pulled his had from yours to push himself up as he swiped across the screen and held the device to his ear.

Sitting up too, you could hear Jungkook’s voice crackling out from the phone.

“Hyung, I think I-I messed up-“

“Woah, Jungkook, what happened?”

“I was in Shinhyuk’s car, and I saw a file in there, he was looking through it, and it had you guys in it! It was labelled ‘bangtan’ and it’s full of information on everyone- I didn’t know he had that, but I just- I panicked, and I stole it, and now I have it but Shinhyuk’s leaving before me and he’ll notice it’s gone and- fuck-“

You caught Tae’s eye as you both listened in horror to the scared maknae.

“Where are you Kook?” Tae demanded, eyes breaking from yours.

“Um, at Y/N’s,” he replied, “the others are just packing away-“

But before he could finish, you had reached over and pulled the phone right out of Taehyung’s grasp.

“Jungkook,” you hissed into the receiver, “there’s two loose floorboards under my wardrobe at the back, they’re pretty quiet to move, can you hide it in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” the boy responded, “thanks.”

You lowered the phone to return to Tae, but suddenly brought it back to your ear.

“And don’t look at any of the stuff that’s already in there!”

“Oh- okay,” the boy sounded startled, but Tae seemed to find your miniature panic hilarious as he took the phone back and hung up.

Saying nothing, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at you.

“Oh, shut it,” you ignored the heat rising in your cheeks and shoved him lightly back onto the bed, where he only laughed louder.

“It’s not even- oh you are ridiculous,” you cried as he pulled you down on top of him, only making you turn redder.

In your embarrassment, you tried to wriggle away from him, pushing on his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, bringing you back down, grin ever-present on his face.

“Hey!” you protested, and then, “Ya! Stop! Tae-“

His hands reached down to tickle your sides, and you squirmed away from him again, only to have him follow, ending up on top of you as he mercilessly continued his attack, enjoying himself far too much.

“Ohmygod, ahh, Tae, please, aaaahahaha…”

Struggling, you writhed around, legs kicking out as you shrieked in protest before you finally reached his sides and exacted your revenge. He curled in on himself, giggling and apologising to get you to stop. You did, eventually, only to throw a pillow right at his face, though he easily caught it in the hands he had held up in surrender.

Both collapsing back onto the bed, you turned your head to one side, but you found he was already looking back at you. His laughter had dissipated into a smile which you returned.

“Thanks for helping out Kook,” he said earnestly, eyes boring into yours, “I told you that you would be helpful.”

This time, your heart soared with his praise.

You weren’t hopeful about finding ‘Soonjae’, or anything that could bring him away from Shinhyuk. Having gone through half the list already, the remaining two were the people Jungkook had the least information on.

Trudging through the morning, you were reluctant to take to the computer and be met with more inevitable defeat. Today you felt particularly tired, which didn’t help.

It was strange since you had slept for a long time, waking only after Taehyung had gone, leaving you missing his presence, even if you barely touched him while you shared a bed.

Nonetheless, you found yourself sifting through links and articles online, far from the first page of Google filled with celebrities and international news. With the little information you had on the man, you ended up reading through anything and everything containing the name Soonjae. Facebook profiles, comments on newspaper articles, a GoFundMe page…

Taking a sip of water, you scrolled idly to the bottom of the GoFundMe, which was for a child after all, no gang member, and read the ‘recent’ donations (the most recent being over a year old) and comments. Nothing.

Clicking on ‘show more’, you pulled up the full comment list and scanned through. For what, you weren’t sure. Most donations were small bits and pieces, but among the ones from three years ago, one was a little more sizeable. Along with it came an interesting comment: a woman called Sara was apologising for her ‘previous words’ and wishing the boy well.

You frowned as you read it. Though it was almost certainly unrelated, you were undeniably curious as to what she might have said to target an ill child.

Clicking next on the woman’s account, you decided to try and log in. After employing the password tricks Jake had showed you, you made it. The account had been created the same day as the donation was made on little Soonjae’s page, and appeared untouched since. You supposed this tangent had come to nothing, though you were certainly pleased with your skills after getting into the account.

Closing down the tab, you searched next for ‘Soonjae GoFundMe’. There was the campaign you had already seen, followed by a few that proved to be unrelated as well. You selected ‘next page’ with little hope.

Then something caught your eye.

About halfway down, the name Sara.

Quickly selecting the page, you found yourself on Facebook instead of GoFundMe, but what you found was certainly interesting. It was the same woman from the earlier page. This time she had posted a status:

If anyone on here donates to Soonjae’s fucking gofundme get ready to be cut out of my life XD cheaters don’t deserve your pity

That was certainly interesting. No wonder she had apologised to the boy – it also explained her big donation – probably given out of guilt.

But re-reading the status, you realised she couldn’t possibly be talking about the boy. Unless by ‘cheater’ she meant that he had cheated on a test in school, but you suspected that was not the case.

You clicked on her profile.

Her profile picture showed her holding a little boy that must be around ten, standing on a beach. Flipping through her older profile images, they stopped three years ago. Perhaps she had deleted all previous ones?

Only friends can see Sara’s photos

Only friends can see Sara’s timeline

“Not just friends…” you muttered, getting to work.

Unluckily for Sara, she had used the same password as on her GoFundMe, so you logged in easily.

The first thing you saw was that she reportedly lived in your city: a promising start. Scrolling through to three years ago, you saw only one other post close in time to her attack on Soonjae and his fundraising page:

Sara is feeling: heartbroken X(

That lead you nowhere, so you made your way back up her feed, seeing photos of her son and meals with friends. Few stuck out as anything but happy, all possibly related to the mysterious events of three years ago.

That’s right, delete your fucking facebook. I don’t need to worry about blocking you now XD

Sara is feeling: defeated☹: Just got out of court. Nrs

What was the point in all this? Just to prove something? Well you did, you proved I was right all along

Now you really were intrigued. You needed to find out what was going on, she was definitely linked to a Soonjae in your city, so you had reason to investigate further. Still, as you clicked on the messages icon, you felt very much like a trespasser.

Searching for ‘Soonjae’ at the top, two conversations were pulled up, both from three years ago. One with ‘Park Soonjae’ and one with ‘Help Soonjae’.

First choosing ‘Help Soonjae’, recognising the profile picture as the same image used on the GoFundMe, you read the exchange of messages.

Sara: What the fuck is this?

Sara: I can’t believe you’re pulling the pity card after what you’ve done

Help Soonjae: Excuse me?

Sara: You know what I mean

Help Soonjae: Ma’am, I don’t know you but please calm down. I will block you, this page is only trying to raise hospital funds for my son. I’d thank you to explain how this is ‘pulling the pity card’

Sara: Wait… Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!

Sara: I can’t apologise enough, I thought this was my husband’s page, he has the same name as your son! I didn’t check the page before messaging, I didn’t mean to offend you or your son

Sara: I’ll make a donation to your page to make up for this. I wish your son the best

Read 15:47

And that was the end of that. Wincing with second hand embarrassment, you quickly moved on to ‘Park Soonjae’.

Soon, you realised that the message history was long, but it all ended three years ago. You gave up on scrolling your way to the top, seeing that most messages consisted of ‘I love you’s and reminders to buy milk. The final conversation, however, gave you a lot more information.

Sara: What the fuck is this?

Then followed a screenshot of a GoFundMe page: Help Soonjae win Custody

Sara: You cheated. Maybe you should write that in your description.

Soonjae: Sara, I’ve told you I’m sorry

Sara: And I’ve told you that’s not enough. We are over

Soonjae: I can understand that. I just can’t understand why you want to keep my son from me!

Sara: HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL?!?!

Sara: I never want to see you again, and I don’t want kai to either

Soonjae: How can I make it up to you without going to court? I can’t afford the fees and you know it

Sara: You can’t ‘make it up’ to me. And it’s not my problem anymore if you can afford it or not. I’m blocking you

And that was it.

You wasted no time in opening Soonjae’s profile in a new tab, before taking a screenshot of the messages and logging out of Sara’s account.

Soonjae’s account was indeed deleted, confirming him as the target of Sara’s earlier status update. One search for new profiles under the same name showed no one promising. Your ‘breakthrough’ seemed more trivial now you had taken a step back from it. Without a picture of the Soonjae you had found, you couldn’t confirm if you were on the right target.

You had one last option, and searched for the GoFundMe Sara had sent a screenshot of. At last you found it, though it took a while as it had been declared finished and was from so long ago.

But, once you opened it, it turned out Sara’s screenshot hadn’t included the full photo at the top of the campaign. It had only showed a baby cradled in someone’s arms, but on the site, the full photo extended to show the man’s face.

This time, you did not scroll down.

You just stared.

There would be no need for Jungkook to verify if this was the right man. Those eyes had stared at you before from underneath a hoodie in your own bedroom not so long ago. And the hands that held his son had given you the wound in your side.

“Holy shit…” you breathed, taking a screenshot when you recovered from your shock.

Then you proceeded to scroll down. And it seemed like you had hit the jackpot.

The description had been updated, and the last lines read:

Thanks for the generosity. This page will be deactivated as I have now sourced funding from a private benefactor. Will update those who donated on the court result.

“Tae! Oh my god-“

You froze on the stairs.

On hearing the door opening downstairs, you had presumed Taehyung had returned, but instead, Yoongi stood in the hallway.

“Hi,” he said coolly.

“Sorry,” you murmured, but didn’t retreat back upstairs. Staring back at him, laptop and notebook clutched in your arms, you felt the need to share your breakthrough.

After a few seconds glaring at you, Yoongi moved away down the hallway. Taking a breath, you followed.

“Um, sorry, I thought you were Tae,” you spoke from the door.

“Ok,” came his short reply as he rooted in the fridge.

“Actually, er,” you pushed, making the boy at least turn around and acknowledge your presence, “I wanted to show him something. But… I can show you instead. You know how I was searching up Shinhyuk’s closest members, well, I think I found something.”

His unimpressed face vanished at least a little, and he nodded, taking a swig from the drink he had picked.

“Okay,” you placed the laptop on the island and opened the screenshots you had saved, “so I found this woman’s messages with a Soonjae in the city, they were getting divorced but he couldn’t afford the legal costs to fight for custody of their son.”

Yoongi leaned forwards to read the screen and you stepped aside, worrying your lip. Watching him read, you leaned against the counter to support your tired legs.

“Bastard,” he muttered.

“Pardon?”

“He cheated on her,” he said simply, gesturing towards the screen, drink in hand.

You hummed in agreement and flipped onto the second image.

“He set up this GoFundMe, but see how it says he then received funding from elsewhere.”

“Could be Shinhyuk, definitely,” Yoongi agreed, “I can send Jungkook this guy’s picture-“

“Actually, you don’t have to,” you cut in, “I, er, I recognise him. He was one of Shinhyuk’s that broke into my place.”

“Shit,” Yoongi breathed, turning to take a look back at the man on the screen, “good catch.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help but smile, “so… what now?”

Setting his drink aside, Yoongi bent over the counter and opened a new tab, sending the images to his own email, along with a final one of Sara’s details on Facebook.

“I think we have enough to work with. We can use the details for leverage and approach him.”

“Nice,” you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. Even if only Yoongi was around to see it, you were just proud to have hopefully helped bangtan get another rival under their belt, and get closer to defeating Shinhyuk.

It seemed Yoongi had finished with the laptop, even though he hadn’t yet left the kitchen or even picked his drink up again. Awkwardly, you stepped closer to shut the laptop and slide it off the counter.

Taking a stride back towards the door, you hesitated.

“Well, erm, thanks, I’ll just- yeah.”

“Wait.”

You turned back around, surprised at just how small Yoongi’s voice sounded. Not knowing what to say, you waited as he stood shuffling his feet.

At last he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Listen, I’m sorry for, you know… trying to kill you that time,” he said. His voice was quiet, as if a lower volume would allow him to pretend he never said it.

“Well there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear,” you chuckled.

“No, I really am,” he spoke stronger this time, actually looking at you, “I know I haven’t been the nicest and-“

“No, it’s okay,” you flashed him another smile, “I know you were just trying to protect Tae.”

He fell silent again for a moment, and you thought that might be it. But something was still on the tip of his tongue and he looked down, one hand coming to scratch his ear.

“I want to tell you I’m happy for you guys. You seem… well, really nice, and I know Tae thinks so too, and I trust him, so… yeah.”

Gulping, he looked up at you, trying to hide his mortification at the barrage of emotion he had just released. You just stared back at him, lost for words.

Maybe he had said something wrong?

“A-and, thank you for doing this work on Shinhyuk’s gang, it’ll really help us. What you did was really impressive-“

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally spluttered out, “what did you mean when you said you- you’re… you’re happy for us?”

Looking back at you, his eyes widened.

“Shit, are you guys not-“

You tried to swallow down any signs of how flustered you were, clutching the laptop tighter in front of your chest. Perhaps he didn’t mean what you thought he might-

“I thought you guys were dating. Shit.”

You couldn’t agree more with that last sentiment.

Just as you opened your mouth, without knowing what you planned on saying, you were saved by the bell. Or rather, the door.

Tae had finally come home. It would be an understatement to say he was surprised to find you and Yoongi together, in conversation too apparently. Hopefully Yoongi had finally quit his tough act and exposed his softness that Tae had insisted you would find eventually.

Yoongi was quick to inform Tae of what you had dug up on Soonjae. Taehyung put his hand on your shoulder, sending you a proud grin that made your heart race as he told you he knew you could do it.

The whole time you were aware of Yoongi watching the interaction, and you excused yourself as soon as you could, leaving the boys to themselves.

Practically running up the stairs, you were left panting as you closed the door to the bedroom. Just one short burst of speed had knocked you out, but that concern barely crossed your mind as you surrendered to the mattress, thinking only of what Yoongi had told you.

He thought you were dating? Ridiculous…

But then why had the suggestion got to you so much? Sure, you shared a bed with the guy, and you enjoyed being with him, and liked it when he held your hand or hugged you…

Fuck.

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“I’m Not Sure Anymore...” (Part One) - Hoseok

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You stared at the dark ceiling in your bedroom; the silence in the room was deafening. Another night where sleep was just too hard to come by. Your mind wouldn’t shut off, wouldn’t stop the memories from flooding in. They were the last things you could hold on to as 2 months ago your whole world had fallen apart. And just when you thought you were finally getting used to the changes, your brain still wanted to hold on.... as did your heart.

You shut your eyes tightly, a memory you weren’t so fond of coming into view...

Your heart stopped. You caught your breath in your throat. There on the computer screen was the infamous tweet. The reveal to all. One of Dispatch’s elusive claims of k-pop relationships. But this time, staring back at you was a member of the girl group BLACKPINK... and your own boyfriend. They were holding hands and laughing. ‘J-Hope and Jisoo: CONFIRMED’ it read. With shaky hands you scrolled down further to read the replies:

“omg they’re holding hands, it must be true!”

“Ahhh this makes me so happy! J&J are sooo cute together!”

“I really hope this isn’t fake because they make a great couple”

“She is so perfect for him! Both idols in the two most popular kpop bands! They must have so much in common!”

You immediately closed the Twitter window and slammed your laptop shut. You suddenly felt extremely nauseous and jumped up from your chair to run to the bathroom. You kneeled on the floor in front of the toilet, but nothing came out, your stomach just twisted in pain and anxiousness. You sat back against the cold tile wall and hugged your knees to your chest. You didn’t feel like crying exactly, but you felt on the brink of a panic attack.

Suddenly you heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming to the bedroom door.

“Oh my (y/n)-ahhhh, I’m baaack,” Your boyfriend’s sing-song voice rang towards the bathroom you sat in, “Where are you?”

You stood up with shaky legs and left the bathroom, entering the bedroom where Hoseok had just come in.

He smiled wide and stepped towards you.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he squeezed you tightly against him, but you wanted so badly out of his grasp, “I missed you today.”

He released you and looked at your face, his smile disappearing.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“You haven’t seen it?” You whispered, not meeting his gaze.

He put his hands on your shoulders and attempted to meet your eyes.

“Seen what, Jagiya? What’s going on?”

You shimmied out of his grasp and stepped back.

“Check Twitter.” Was all you could say.

He looked worried as he hesitantly pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

His eyes got wide as his finger scrolled through all the accounts, the tweets, the replies. Finally he looked back up at you.

“(Y/n)...” he said softly, stepping toward you.

You backed away which caused a pained look on his face.

“Surely you must know this is all lies Jagi...”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“But the picture...”

He scoffed.

“It’s photoshopped, (y/n). Come on, you know how intricate these people can get these days with manipulating pictures.”

You shut your eyes tightly, the image coming back in your mind causing your stomach to twist.

“But it looks so real...” you whispered softly.

Hoseok ran a hand through his black hair.

“(Y/n)... please,” he pleaded, “You must know it’s fake. It’s all lies. They just want to make money and make people talk. You know they just do it for the attention. Please believe me, my sweet (y/n). I am only with you...”

You wanted so badly to believe him, but that picture looked so real. Dispatch had been right about couples before. And it made sense, J-Hope being with another idol. It was so much better for his career and his lifestyle. Why hadn’t you realized this before? You weren’t right for him. You were a nobody. Not used to extravagant things, so much money you couldn’t wrap your head around it, people watching your boyfriend’s every move, the rumors, the stalkers, the lack of normalcy. It was so overwhelming.

Suddenly the tears started falling and your breaths became more shallow. Your body was shaking and your heart was going a mile a minute.

Hoseok ran to you, you not resisting this time. He held you to his chest.

“It’s okay, Jagi, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.” he tried calming you down, running his hand through your soft hair.

You suddenly were furious. How could he think that?

“It is a big deal, Hoseok!” You backed out of his grasp, “It’s not okay! I-I’m staring at my boyfriend with another girl and-and millions of people are saying how great you are for each other, showing proof they knew you two were together all along while I just sit back and watch like an idiot!”

You felt like you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care. You were scared.

Hoseok put his face in his hands and shook his head.

“But it’s not real, (y/n). Please believe. I would never do that to you.”

You took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down though they came out uneven and shaky. You finally looked up into J-Hope’s sad and worried eyes as they searched yours for an answer, a reassurance.

You looked to the side, unable to keep his gaze. You sighed.

“Maybe you wouldn’t, Hoseok...” you mumbled quietly, “But I just, I’m not sure anymore.”

He cocked his head, his eyes wide.

“Not sure? Not sure of what, (y/n)?” He tried to reach out to you but put his arms down remembering how forcefully you had pulled out of his grasp.

“I’m not sure...I can do this anymore.”

He froze, taking a step back with a shocked look on his face.

“Wha-what are you saying, (y/n)?” His voice trembled.

“This is too hard... I’m not sure I’m cut out for it,” tears started to fall from your eyes again, “I think... I need some time. I need to take a step back, for at least a little while...”

He looked at you in surprise and sadness.

“What? Like-like a break?”

“Yes,” you responded quietly, “I-I’m sorry, Hoseok.”

“(Y/n), please...” he trailed off. You could see he wanted to pull you to him, comfort you, make you laugh and have everything back to normal again. But he knew it was pointless to try.

You shuffled around the room, grabbing your things that were scattered about and shoving them in your duffle bag you kept at his place.

Hoseok didn’t take his eyes off you.

“You’re-you’re going now?” He squeaked out quietly.

You nodded, wiping you tear stained cheeks and throwing the last bit of your clothes in the bag.

“(Y/n), please,” he repeated, “don’t do this.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed tears welling up in them. In your one year together you had never seen Hoseok cry. He was always so happy and bubbly. This was a new side you knew he didn’t show anyone, and the fact that you were bringing it out of him made you want to drop your bag and run back into his arms to comfort him. But your mind held you back, unable to see anything but that picture from the internet you discovered mere minutes ago.

“When will I hear from you?” He choked out, attempting to hold back his sobs, “When will you be back?”

You reached the bedroom door, duffle bag over your shoulder and looked back at him. He looked small and defeated standing there.

“I don’t know. I-just... I don’t know. Goodbye Hoseok.” And with that you turned out of the room and away from the confused and heartbroken man who had your heart.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand next to you and dialed one of the members you had become best friends with through J-hope.

“Hello?” A groggy sounding Park Jimin answered after just one ring.

“Hi Jimin...” you said softly, “I’m sorry to call so late.”

You heard him sigh and let out a few grunts as you figured he sat up in his bed.

“You can call me anytime, (y/n), you know that.”

You smiled. You were glad Jimin had decided to remain friends with you despite what happened. Even though he had known Hoseok far longer than you, it made you happy knowing he would still be there for you.

“Can’t sleep again?” He asked.

You shook your head but realized he couldn’t see you, so you simply answered with a no.

Jimin sighed again.

“(Y/n)-ah... why don’t you just talk to him?”

You bit your lip nervously and fiddled with the bedsheet in front of you.

“I just can’t, Minnie...” you mumbled.

“You know, Hobi-hyung is-“

“Ah! No. Please Jimin.” You interrupted him, shutting your eyes tightly.

The two of you had spoken about what happened, and Jimin didn’t blame you for taking some time, but you would never let him mention how Hoseok was coping, afraid it would tear you up even more. You needed a clear mind, not one filled with the image of J-hope being sad, or worse, moving on.

Jimin scoffed.

“You woke me up to talk, remember?” He reminded you.

“Yes, I’m sorry Jimin ssi.”

Maybe it was time to hear how J-hope was after you stepped back from your relationship after all. Maybe it would help you figure out what to do, what you wanted.

You took a deep breath.

“Is he okay, Jimin-ah?” You wondered softly.

You heard Jimin shuffle.

“You really want to know?” He asked cautiously.

“Yes.”

Jimin exhaled and cleared his throat.

“He’s not doing well, (y/n). He’s in his room or studio most of the time when he doesn’t have anything on the schedule. And if he is working, he’s putting in minimal effort, it seems. We haven’t seen him laugh, let alone smile in weeks. He doesn’t make jokes, his dancing lacks passion. He just... isn’t himself. It’s weird, and to be honest, well, we are kind of worried about him. We are out of ideas on how to cheer him up.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were the cause of him being like how Jimin described. You never wanted to be the one to take away the well being of everyone’s favorite sunshine.

“Do you at least still care about him (y/n)?” Jimin asked when you hadn’t responded.

You hesitated.

“I-I still love him, Jimin...” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. And you knew this was true.

“(Y/n) I’ve told you a million times, he was never with her and they hardly even knew each other. I know it’s hard and different than any relationship has ever been, but he adored you so much. Just when we thought Hobi-hyung couldn’t get any brighter, he did when you came into his life. And when you left... just darkness. With the career he has chosen, something like this isn’t guaranteed not to happen again, that’s for sure. But he would never hurt you like that, he loves you too much. With love comes trust, and if you still love him like you say you do, you have to trust him, too.”

By this time you were sobbing, emotions and tiredness taking over. You knew Jimin was right. They scared you, your worries and insecurities, but the way you felt these past couple months without Hoseok scared you more. He was your everything. He boosted you up when you needed it, and made you laugh like no one else could. You missed him immensely.

“I should call him,” you said to Jimin in between sobs.

“No, you should see him in person,” he suggested, “Tomorrow we have some time off. Maybe come by the dorms?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.

“Okay, I will.”

“Good. It will be okay, (y/n)-ah, I promise. This is a good thing,” he tried reassuring you, “in the meantime, I have to go back to sleep. You should try to, too.”

You sighed. Sleep now? Yeah right.

“Ok, thank you Jimin. Good night.”

“Good night, (y/n). See you tomorrow.”

*

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The Zoom Halloween Party

⇢ and beyond timeline (after crystallised)

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 kim seokjin x reader // slice of life, humour // 2,556 words  

a/n; thank you to all the anons who gave me ideas for this halloween drabble, it wouldn’t exist without you! 

“I have to say your costumes are pretty lame this year, you guys.”

“We’re having a Halloween party over fucking zoom, forgive us for not going all out.” 

Seokjin bit straight away, unable to help it. He and Namjoon were like cat and mouse at all times, but even you had to admit to being offended by your friend’s dismissal. 

Halloween was finally here, and while you couldn’t celebrate in person together, the marvels of technology were letting you celebrate virtually – although this was more like a Halloween hang out than a Halloween party. 

“I’m just saying,” Namjoon shrugged. “Hoseok went all out for his.” 

You looked over at Hoseok’s screen, watching him smile smugly. You had to admit he made a great Joker, but it was also the year 2020... He and his girlfriend, Nora were like two years behind with the whole Joker and Harley Quinn gimmick, it was old now. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes, willing to argue black and blue. “It’s only good because his mom helped him with the makeup.” 

“Oh shut up, you’re just jealous because me and Hoseok will win best dressed tonight!” Nora scoffed under Hoseok in her own little screen. 

Pouting like a baby, your boyfriend crossed his arms. “I’m not voting for you.” 

“If anything, I should win. I make a mighty fine Batman.” 

Attention back on Namjoon now, you all had to agree. But maybe that was because everyone was feeling sorry for him tonight. He was after all, the only single one amongst you. There was Jin and you, Lina and Jimin, Hoseok and Nora, and even though Sandeul was on his own tonight, he had Jess, who was working the night shift tonight. Two months ago there had also been Namjoon and Hana, but not anymore... Let’s just say Namjoon wasn’t having the best of time lately... Getting dumped during a pandemic wasn’t ideal. So he’d paired with Hobi and Nora tonight in some sort of DC-esque collab. He was definitely winning best dressed tonight, but maybe he’d see it as a pity vote… 

“You’re body looks amazing in that suit, Joon,” you complimented, hearing Lina hum in supportive agreement. 

“Hey!” Seokjin exclaimed, sounding mighty offended as he looked your way. You were smushed together on the couch, the takeout you’d ordered on your laps, but you were pretty full now, a belly full of wine already. 

“The devil and an angel though.” Jimin’s voice sounded awfully judgemental. “Come on guys, so basic.” 

“Well, who the hell did you to come as?” Seokjin was loud. 

“Zombie Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly,” Lina replied as if your boyfriend was dumb. 

“Lame,” Seokjin scoffed. “Half of these guys haven’t even watched The Office.” 

“It’s a way more original idea than yours.”

You scoffed. “Um, this is the epitome of everyone’s sexual fantasy, I’ll have you know.” 

“Whose?!” Lina roared, wrinkling her nose. She and Jimin were also squished together, but on his bed, the camera angle giving you an amazing shot of their chins... Not that you would tell your best friend that, of course. 

“We all know what they’re doing after this then,” Sanduel stated. He was dressed as some character from a game he and Seokjin played (a lot.) Nerds.  

“Stop,” Hoseok whined. “Does that mean you guys fucked as The Addams family couple last year?”

“Of course it does,” Namjoon replied matter-of-factly. 

“Jesus.” 

Ah yes, you two really had out done yourselves last year for Namjoon and Hoseok’s joint Halloween party. Thinking about it maybe your devil and angel costumes were quite lame this year…

“As if you didn’t guess,” Lina laughed. “They were reciting all those weird lines practically dry humping in the kitchen at one point.” 

That was your cue, slamming into action, although as luck would have it you had re-watched The Addams Family two nights ago. You gripped Seokjin’s face, yanking him to look at you. “Seokjin, last night you were unhinged.” You began dramatically. “You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me.” A pause for effect. “Do it again!” 

Seokjin took your hand, in character immediately. He leaned down to kiss your knuckles. “Cara mia.” 

You opened your mouth, ready to purr out mon cher in your best French accent but you were interrupted by Namjoon’s gagging noises. “That’s it, I’m leaving.” 

Seokjin snapped his head around, unamused. “Bye.” 

Everyone laughed… just before Hoseok sighed. “Aw, this makes me so depressed. I miss last year, when things were simpler.” 

“This was the worst year to officially become an adult.” Nora joined in with a whine. 

They were 100% correct. There couldn’t have been a worse year to graduate… The past few months had been so stressful but thankfully you were now in a much more stable place. Granted, you hadn’t been able to start the post-graduate internship you’d bagged right before the pandemic hit yet but eventually it would happen, and in the meantime you still had your retail job – and your savings. 

Seokjin had truly lucked out, although his job at his father’s company had been set in stone since high school. He was working remotely until the end of the year (hopefully), rocking that business on top, casual down bottom fashion that he was so gleefully fond of – think a dress shirt and sweatpants ensemble – but you were so incredibly proud of him for adjusting so well after this shitfest of a year. He was your sexy, serious businessman. 

Your friends hadn’t been as lucky though – well, mainly Hoseok and Namjoon who had recently moved back home with their parents while they job hunted. (That’s why the former and Nora were on separate screens – she still lived close by for work.) Lina hated her new job and Jimin still had a year left at college, so maybe he was better off at the moment... Sanduel and Jess were okay too, and had recently moved in with one another, leaving you and Seokjin to… follow suit… 

It came as a surprise to you both, but it made more sense than the two of you living alone. You’d already grown used to it during those couple of months of lockdown at the start of the year and it felt weird after he’d left... It was a big step, but an easy one once you’d found the most perfect apartment to rent together. (You couldn’t officially live with one another in that shoebox of an old apartment, but it had been sad to leave it – you’d shared so many good times there.) It had only been about six weeks since you’d become official roomies, but you were loving every second of domestic bliss. Despite this crazy year, things were on the up, and you were very happy. 

“Now we’re freshly graduated bums.” Namjoon moaned, knocking back the last of his beer.

Seokjin laughed. “Speak for yourself.” 

“We can’t all have a CEO for a dad,” Namjoon shot. 

“That sounds like a you problem.” 

You pushed at your boyfriend’s shoulder, silently telling him to behave. Where was the sympathy for his heartbroken friend?

“At least you’re not stuck doing online classes.” Jimin piped up. 

“I’d actually kill to be back there,” Namjoon chuckled. “I’m sick of receiving rejection emails.” 

“Don’t give up hope, bro.” Hoseok told him. “I have an interview next week so fingers crossed.” 

Nora squealed. “I hope you get it, babe. You need to get your ass back here. I miss you.” 

You all missed him. And Namjoon. Even if you couldn’t all hang out like you were once able to, it was strange to think they were both living in different cities now. Last year seemed like an eternity ago, all you had were memories and even then they were murky. 

“Guys, please,” Namjoon wailed, forehead hitting the screen as he threw forward dramatically. “One of us is single here.” 

“Sorry.” 

In fact, you all felt the need to apologise, a string of them following for no real reason other than you felt really bad for the guy. You knew he’d find a job soon, that wasn’t the problem really – whatever the company they’d be a fool to turn him down – you were just concerned about his mood. Getting dumped had come out of the blue so he was still adjusting, all while his life turned upside down in other ways too. 

He hadn’t lost all sense of humour though, his trademark smirk growing across his face a few moments later. “So who will end up fucking on camera first?” 

Amongst the groans, Sanduel scoffed. “Probably Mr and Mrs. Devil.” 

“I’m an angel,” you corrected, a glass of wine back in your hand now. “Also, why would we fuck on camera? You guys don’t deserve the show.” 

“God, you’re so drunk,” Lina screeched. She wasn’t exactly sober herself. Beside her Jimin winced at the volume. 

“Of course I’m drunk, Lina, this is the first proper chance I’ve had in months.” Getting drunk alone was pretty miserable, now you had an excuse. 

“So it’s definitely them who’ll start fucking first…” Hoseok muttered. 

Seokjin heard him loud and clear though. He hooked his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. “Yeah if we leave randomly you know this angel got horny for some devil dick.” 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed, pushing at his chest. He just laughed, reaching down to kiss you. 

He did look mighty fine dressed as a devil though. Yeah, the red cape was basic but so were your angel wings and halo, but with his dark hair pushed back above his forehead, two red devil horns visible and his eyeshadow off the scale (your doing), he made a very, very sexy Satan! 

Jimin pulled a face. “You’re actually going to fuck in those costumes, aren’t you?” 

“Of course we are.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what Halloween’s all about.” 

“No, it’s not,” Nora laughed. 

“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” Sandeul sighed before shovelling down some candy corn. 

“You know them better than anyone,” Namjoon chuckled. 

“I was the first to know! Sworn to secrecy for weeks!”

“Yeah, and she didn’t tell me for so long,” Lina whined. Even though it was ages ago now you were still pretty sure she was salty about it. 

Hoseok snickered. “It was because she was embarrassed to be fucking him.” 

You scoffed, about to refute his claims but Sanduel had more to say apparently. “And then I had to deal with Jin moping around when she dumped him for that basketball player.” 

“She didn’t dump me,” Seokjin protested. “We won’t together then.” 

“Bro, you were still moping though.” 

“Awh, you guys,” you whined, running your fingers through the hair on the back of Seokjin’s head. “Stop teasing him.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek but he moved, stealing one from your lips instead. 

“Great Deul, you’ve started them off again.” Hoseok moaned. 

“I don’t care anyway. The amount of times I’ve heard them going at it has made me immune.” 

“Sanduel, we’re not that bad!” You complained, leaning forward to place your glass down on the coffee table. 

Seokjin had your back. “As if we haven’t heard you and Jess fuck before.” 

That however was not at all interesting to your friends though. They blatantly ignored it for a more interesting direction of topic.  

“Did you ever catch them?” Jimin asked, sounding weirdly excited. 

“No actually, which is baffling.” 

“You nearly did – multiple times,” Seokjin informed him, which instantly turned Sanduel grey. Not bothered, my ass. 

“Why are you guys so obsessed with our sex life?” You whined loudly. Was theirs that boring? 

“Ooo, let’s play a game!!” Lina exploded suddenly, sitting up, her head now cut off from the screen. “Who’s the freakiest!!!” 

Seokjin turned to you gleefully. “We got this in the bag, babe.” 

In your eyes, the questions were quite tame, so yes, you and Seokjin really were scoring first place left and right. Although you had a hunch Lina was holding back information. As her best friend you knew what she was like and she was being awfully quiet for someone who’d suggested the game… 

“Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever boned?” Nora asked, six questions in. 

Seokjin didn’t even need a second. “Namjoon’s bedroom.” Your eyes bulged immediately, surprised he’d gone there. 

“What?” Namjoon choked. 

“Sorry, man. It just kinda happened.” Seokjin glanced at you, deeply amused. Poor Namjoon didn’t need more bad news. 

“You guys have fucked in my bedroom?” 

“Well, technically it’s not your bedroom anymore, but yeah,” you shrugged.  

“When?” 

The third degree was real. “A while back.”  

“What the fuck you guys,” he groaned, his face a picture. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” 

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Lina couldn’t help but add. 

“You, be quiet!” You warned, although you knew she wouldn’t spill. Your secret was safe with her. 

Namjoon was looking more and more scared by the second. “What the fuck did you guys do in there?” Seokjin just laughed loudly. “Did you at least clean up?” He got no reply. He was deadly serious with his next question. “Did you make Ryan watch?” 

“Namjoon!” Seokjin cried, practically wiping tears from your eyes. Maybe he was more drunk than you… You hadn’t realised. “He’s a stuffed animal.” 

“That plush is all I have now.” 

“Pity, the guy’s recently been dumped. This is bullying,” Hoseok interrupted, sticking up for his friend. 

“It’s not,” your boyfriend insisted. 

“Aw, Namjoon, I’m sorry,” you apologised, feeling guilty now. How could you make it up to him? “When all this is over you can come over and fuck someone in our bedroom.” 

“What,” Seokjin protested. You ignored him. 

“Who though?” Namjoon asked, sounding sad. 

“You’ll meet someone new soon enough.” Lina reassured him. “You’re any girls dream guy.”  

He perked up at that. “You think so?”

“Legit, man,” Jimin joined in. 

“Wait,” Sandeul interrupted, seemingly realising something. “Is the costume roleplay exclusive to Halloween?” 

… Of course the conversation was back on you and Jin…

“Why?” You asked. 

“Because Namjoon had a fancy dress party for his birthday last year…” 

Seokjin shrugged. “Any celebration.” 

Sanduel instantly looked disgusted. “So you guys fucked as The Incredibles couple?” 

You and Seokjin didn’t reply, but your faces said it all. 

Namjoon groaned loudly. “I want to scoop my brain out.” Then he thought of something. “Was it in my bedroom?” 

“Noooo!” 

“Yes.” 

You both replied at the same time and you pushed Seokjin. Now he was just purposely teasing his friend. 

“Who’s lying?” Namjoon demanded, but Sanduel was too busy going through it, distracting you all. 

“The Incredibles is my favourite childhood movie, man, now I feel gross. I can’t watch it ever again because I’ll imagine you two trying to superhero fuck.” 

Your friends were way too dramatic. It wasn’t even a big deal, they were making it out to be way kinkier than it was, and Seokjin wasn’t helping matters. You were literally just having normal sex dressed up. That’s all. 

“This game has taught me I’m best friends with a bunch of vanilla ice creams,” Seokjin tutted. “It’s called having fun. Something you guys can’t seem to do.” 

“You all suck!” You agreed. 

Hm, maybe you were just as guilty as your boyfriend… It was just too damn amusing goading your friends… 

[taehyungiejiminie95]

BTS Reactions – You’re a pastry chef

The homely smell of freshly baked pastry washes over your boyfriend as he comes in from work. He sighs happily as he puts away his coat and shoes before heading towards the kitchen to see what amazing creation you’ve made today. Ever since you found your passion in baking, you’ve been so much happier! A new job really was all it took to turn your life around. Now you look forward to every day, baking and selling your little pieces of heaven to those who come to your bakery. In fact, you love it so much that you bring your work home with you, trying out new recipes to add to the ever-growing list of treats you sell!

“Oh! You’re home, perfect. Try this,” You chirp brightly, handing your boyfriend a small sample of your latest recipe. After all, how can you judge if it’s good enough to sell without your chief pastry taster?

Jin

Jin’s eyes light up as the pastry hits his tongue, and your shoulders sag in relief at the obviously good reaction. He chews carefully anyway, despite the initial great reaction. He knows there’s more to a treat than the first bite! That’s what’s so great about your Seokjin. He tries his best to be honest with you and give you honest feedback, and it’s helped you grow your business to what it is today,

“It’s great!” Jin tells you, smiling widely when he swallows his mouthful, “Is that cinnamon you’ve used? It’s got a lovely flavour,” You giggle excitedly as you nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek affectionately before heading back to your notebook, pencilling in the last few steps of your recipe so that you don’t forget,

“Anything to keep in mind? I know the first attempt is never perfect,” You probe gently as Jin’s arms snake around your waist, so he can pull himself up close against your back to cast his eyes over your recipe book. It was clear in his eyes – he enjoyed the pastry very much, but there’s something more to be added (or left out!) that he’s wanting to share with you,

“You caught me,” He teases, leaving a sweet kiss on your neck, “I think it’s a little too sweet, especially with the cinnamon. It’s only a little tweak, but with the two powerful tastes there, it feels a little much,” You hum in agreement, scribbling in a little not e next to the ingredients to re-try the recipe with a little less sugar. In the same movement, you untie your apron and turn around to Jin, eyes brimming with thanks and gratefulness for his help. You can’t think of a better person to share your dream with!

Yoongi

“For goodness’ sake, I’ve barely got my feet through the damn door,” Yoongi grumbles, no real venom behind it as he takes what you’re holding out to him graciously. You smile affectionately at his reaction, and busy yourself loading up the dishwasher with the bowls and pans you used to cook up quite the storm. Most people hate this part of creating (whether that be baking, painting or the like) but you don’t mind it all that much. Seeing your kitchen slowly progress from a bomb site to a show room is pretty satisfying, and it gives Yoongi the peace and quite he likes when he gets in. He’s slowly settling into a seat at the dining table, taking a few bites out of the treat you handed him,

“What do you think of it?” You ask a few minutes later, perching yourself on his lap with a sigh. The kitchen is mostly done, you just need to wipe down the counters. You’re honestly pretty eager to hear Yoongi’s feedback, knowing it will always be honest and constructive. He smiles slightly at your expression and wraps an arm protectively round your waist to hold you where you’re sat,

“It’s pretty good, really. I think the portions are a little small, so maybe try selling a couple in a box or something. Given your buyers, they may not go for something so small if it’s just one of them,” He suggests, leaning forward to rest his head on your neck, “But yeah, the last is spot on. Well done,” Yoongi praises gently, pretending not to see the stupidly wide smile you always get when he tell you that you’ve done a good job,

“Thank you. Suggestion noted,” You reply after a beat, leaving a delicate kiss on his lips (which are ever so slightly dusted with using sugar) before getting up to finish your cleaning rounds, leaving Yoongi to sneakily grab a few extras on his way to the shower.

Hoseok

“This looks amazing!” Hoseok chirps, opening his mouth wide for you to pop the treat straight in, his eyes lighting up as you do. You smile fondly and pat his hair cutely as you step back to watch his reaction. Hoseok chews thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he thinks about what he can taste. Your boyfriend is the brightest sunshine in existence, but if theres’s one thing he’s always serious about, it’s work. No matter whether it’s yours or his, he has a way about him when it involves your livelihoods. In all honesty, it’s pretty sexy,

“Come on, Hobi. You’re killing me! What do you think?” You whine a couple moments later. You can see Hoseok’s thinking face fixed firmly on his features, and it’s starting to worry you a little. Is it that bad? Does he hate it? Is it completely inedible?

“I think…” He trails off dramatically, squealing inside at the admirable reaction you’re giving. Ever since you started baking seriously, you’ve been so worried about what he thinks. Sometimes he thinks you give more thought to his opinion than that of your customers! He can’t help but have a little fun with it, knowing what you bake is never far off from perfection, “It’s amazing!” He finally finishes, when you finally start squirming, “Seriously, don’t worry about it. You’ve been working on this recipe for weeks, and it’s paid off. I really do love it,” Hoseok reassures you, holding out his arms to wrap you up in a hug, “Don’t worry that beautiful little pastry-making head of yours,” He implores, leaving a small kiss on your forehead,

“I can’t help it, Hobi. But thank you for loving it,” You thank him sweetly, looking up into his eyes. They always look so warm and inviting… maybe cleaning up can wait a while. His lips are just too tempting.

Namjoon

“I swear, if you keep feeding me pastry snacks I’ll gain weight,” Namjoon chides gently as he takes the treat from your hands, blowing on it gently to cool it down before he tries it. One too many times he’s been a little over-excited about trying your latest creation and burned his mouth as a result of forgetting it’s fresh from the oven, “It smells good though, better than the last batch by a fair bit,” You snort at that comment, remembering last night when you’d accidentally added way more cinnamon than you meant to and nearly died coughing when you opened the over from the sheer strength of it,

“Yeah, I reined myself in a bit this time. I also shaped them a little more curved, like you suggested, and I think it’s made them prettier,” You muse, leaning up to kiss Namjoon on the cheek as you pass him with a dirty baking tray, ready to go in the dishwasher. He smiles at the cute moon-shaped pastry before taking a bite, fingers crossed that it’s as good as you were hoping. He knows you have serious talent for baking, but even talent takes practice and refinement. Namjoon remembers all too well the late nights and early mornings you’ve committed to your passion, much in the same way he’s done for his music. You’re both artists in your own rights, and Namjoon has enjoyed watching you flourish,

“Oh! I can definitely taste the difference! I think this is miles better, honestly. You’re getting so much closer to what you described to me that you wanted. The flavour is beautiful, but still… I’m not sure what it’s missing. Have you tried vanilla extract?” Nearly dropping your bowl, you whirl round to face Namjoon with wide eyes,

“Namjoon! No! I haven’t!” You cry, hurrying back to your recipe to make the note, “Is there anything you aren’t a genius at? Why are you better at solving my baking problems than me?”

Jimin

“Every time I try to go on a diet again you do this to me,” Jimin whines playfully, opening his mouth to let you feed him, “I’ll get fat if you keep making me eat your new recipes,” He complains around a mouthful of pastry. You just laugh and wrap your arms around his waist as he chews slowly, wanting to tell you in as much detail what he thinks. You see a slight frown on his face as he thinks, and you can’t help the way your heart swells with love, “It’s definitely good, baby,” He reassures you, unwrapping your arms from him so he can look at the tray of freshly baked goods, “I think you maybe cooked them a little too long, though. They feel a little tough,” Jimin’s eyes are cautious as he looks back at you, hoping he didn’t hurt your feelings,

“I was worried about not cooking them all the way through. Maybe if I make them a little flatter and then cook them for less time that will help,” You offer, and Jimin nods in agreement. You immediately reach for the tray of unbaked goods, and carefully set about flattening them slightly to see if that fixes the little problem, “Thank you, Jiminie. You’re the best baker’s assistant a girl could ever ask for,” You tease when you’ve finally put the tray into the oven at a lower heat. Jimin smiles as he sidles up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch the oven,

“I’m glad I can help,” He tells you, his lips just barely ghosting your shoulder. You shiver with a smile as you feel Jimin start to leave the sweetest kisses up your neck. You’ve got a timer set for when you need to check on them, so you have time to indulge his little make-out session…

Taehyung

“The best part of my day! I’ve been waiting for this forever, you have no idea,” Taehyung all but sings as he prances into the kitchen, hands cupped at his chest, ready to receive the latest beauty you’ve whipped up in the kitchen. There are no words for how delighted Taehyung was when you decided to quit your old job and pursue something you had honest love and passion for. He’d struggled for years with the idea that he is so happy in his job (as hard and demanding as it may be having to be Kim Taehyung the Idol all day, every day) and yet you were so miserable. At times, he even felt bad for enjoying his job as much as he did because of how you suffered. Taehyung is so glad that part of your life is over,

“You flatter me,” You blush, handing over the small sample, “It’s my first go at this, and it’s my own recipe too, so it’s not going to be perfect. Let me know what you do like, and what you want to change. I’m never fair enough, you know I’m too critical of my work,” Taehyung nods knowingly as he takes a tentative bite. He has complete faith in your skills, but he knows better than to assume it will be perfect first try, “What do you think?” You wince, seeing Taehyung’s blank expression as he swallows,

“It’s… it’s actually really good,” Taehyung’s face lights up as the taste spreads across his tongue, “Sure, its not perfect, but it’s an amazing start! Nothing like those tarts you made last month,” He teases, and you blush shyly. Probably not your best work, “I think it’s a little too sweet though. How much sugar did you use?” Taehyung probes, linking an arm around your waist to guide you back to your recipe. Now this is the best part of your day. When Taehyung’s supports and listens to you so fully… you can tell how much he really does love you.

Jungkook

Jungkook’s hand darts out and grabs the snack from your hand, and it’s gone in a flash down his throat. He smiles childishly as he laughs at your expression, barely even chewing the pastry before swallowing it. You fix Jungkook with an unimpressed look as he grins,

“You didn’t even chew it, how are you supposed to taste it properly and tell me what you think?” You scold teasingly, unable to keep up the charade for more than a couple seconds before you start laughing, “Go on, Golden Maknae, impart your expert baking knowledge on me, but a humble baker,” You probe further, and Jungkook’s eyes glint at the challenge. He daringly grabs another one from the baking tray and throws that one down the hatch as well, pushing his luck in the way that makes you love him just that little bit more,

“They’re very good, and you are a very talented pastry chef,” He begins, bending down to kiss you gently before pushing on with his impromptu review, “I like the icing sugar dusted on the top, I think it would be a little too savoury without that, but maybe some kind of fruit like a cherry or strawberry would add to that. It’s a little dry in the middle, but the texture is very nice. An overall very enjoyable experience,” Jungkook ends with a flourish of his hands, seeing your eyebrow raise at the theatrics,

“I’d kick you out if you weren’t so damn helpful,” You tease, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull yourself up to his lips. He laughs lightly into your mouth as you kiss him, hands resting naturally on your waist,

“I brought takeout with me. Figured after working so hard you wouldn’t feel like cooking,” Jungkook changes the topic tactfully, gesturing to the plastic bag he had brought in with him. You nearly squeal with excitement as you kiss him again, darting over to the bag. Watching you with hearts in his eyes, he remembers to note down his comments on a sticky note for you, knowing you always forget to remember when there’s takeout up for grabs.

[solastia]

Day 19

Break My Stride, Yoongi x Jungkook, ABO, 4/4 Chapters, 14k words

YOU KNOW MY DRAMATIC ASS SAVED THIS FOR A FRIDAY! If y'all thought my screeching was annoying before, be prepared for about 10x more screeching and indecipherable noises. As the very wise Deadpool once said, “MAXIMUM EFFORT!”

First off, congratulations because this was your first fic to reach 10k hits (and it’s now at 34K hits, whaaaa??!! A few hundred of those may possibly be from me...possibly...probably...most definitely! lmao)

You know my fave ship is Yoonmin (I don’t take shipping irl seriously, don’t come for me plz) but I absolutely LOVE the dynamics between Kookie and Yoongi in this fic. Your writing, the plot, the dialogue, the whole thing is just top tier deliciousness every step of the way. It is scrumptious, mouth watering, exquisite, uuugh *chef’s kiss* bellissimo!

Ok, LOTS OF SPOILERS BECAUSE THIS FIC IS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FICTIONAL STORY AND Y’ALL CAN’T STOP ME, MUAHAHAHA!

In the beginning of the story, you create a sense of home for the audience. We feel like we know these characters, we get a sense that they’ve been a group of friends for a very long time, and they each hold a special part of each other’s lives, and it’s freaking beautiful.

“Yoongi shook his head and started picking the olives off his slice of pizza. When he turns to his right to give the olives away, he realizes why he’d felt something was wrong.”

You see! He hadn’t even realized that Kookie was missing, but he felt like something was off.

Oh! And I wanted to ask you about the idea for a mating run! I’ve never read anything like this before, it was an interesting concept to think about. And this would be Yoongi’s 8th run! Oh babey, he was just waiting for the right mate…

“He wasn’t sure what it was, but the image of Jungkook finding someone during the run made him feel…itchy.”

Our boi is already jealous at just the idea of Kookie finding a mate (other than him ofc, but he doesn’t know that yet, bwahahahaha!!)

“Good idea, you’re going to need all the rest you can get,” Seokjin says with an ominous smirk.”

I SHOULD GIVE YOU THE SAME WARNING SEOKJINNIE!!!

“There were even booth setups for merchandise and food.”

OMG, I could see Hobi or Jin buying some cheesy “I survived the 20__ Run and All I Got Was This Shirt”. Or maybe a beer cozy!

“No, he said that would be pointless because his mate’s a cheating cheater that plays dirty. He said the chances of them covering their scent were high. He’s making sure his den is ready,” Seokjin scoffed.

Yoongi accepted the drink Jimin handed him and chuckled. “Sounds like I might actually like them.”

“You have no idea,” Jin said with a snort”

Yoongi, are you so jaded, so blind by your general saltiness that you are not understanding the very obvious clues being thrown your way?!?!?! Kookie, where are you? Put this man in his place please!!

And then when he was told that Kook bought that house he’d had his eyes on for years, uughhh, I was hurting for our Yoonie!

“Yoongi suddenly felt like crying, but he settled for collapsing onto the bench and clenching his fist.”

AAAHHH! But wait a little while Yoongi, I promise all this hurt will be over soon!

“Suddenly, Namjoon growled menacingly, startling everyone. Hoseok looked over to the spot where Namjoon was steadily staring, curiosity in his gaze before it too hardened and he started glaring with bared teeth. A random city Alpha that had been approaching them instantly halted, hands out in surrender.”

HOW COULD I FORGET THIS SUB-PLOT!!! Jin was over there laughing at how oblivious Yoongi was, and he isn’t any better, is he?!? Imagine having Joon and Hobi scaring the competition away like that??!! I would take them home immediately!

“There’s a huge plush rug and plenty of blankets, big fluffy pillows, a little stash of food and entertainment. I even put scent blockers around so no one would smell anything coming from inside,” Yoongi preened as he thought of his perfect hideaway.

Yoongi would def be one to make his little den as comfortable as possible! But I just thought of something. In your earlier description of Yoongi’s apartment, he said it was a bit stark and lacked any real decor. BUT he went out of his way to make this den as comfortable as possible. He bought a string of fairy lights, and he had to go to the big city to get them! It’s almost like it was fate, or maybe deep down he knew that something was going to happen, and he was inadvertently nesting! (please insert “I’ve connected the dots” meme here)

“He was sure there were plenty of Alphas running around with those piercings and Kook’s ginormous honker of a nose.”

:|

Was it really Kook? Or is our boy so in love that he sees Kookie wherever he goes? Lmao!

“Yoongi was about to show this guy that he wasn’t someone to be messed with and he wouldn’t be dragged off to be someone’s good little Omega bitch. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the taser he’d packed just in case.”

OMG, Yoongi is not messing around, absolutely zero chill!

“It seemed presenting had changed him physically as well, shooting him up a couple inches so he towered over Yoongi even more than usual. His arms and legs were rippling with muscle that even the black tracksuit he was wearing couldn’t hide. His face was still the same though; the innocent grin an interesting contrast with the buff build.”

SIR!! My heart cannot take this punishment! And OFC he’s a Prime Alpha, Kookie doesn’t know how to half-ass anything!

“And just like he had a million times before, Yoongi gave in like the soft ass bitch he was.”

He really is soft for all of them!!! Yoongi will let them do whatever they want with him, he’ll complain the entire way but we all know he secretly loves it!

“Yoongi dared a quick look behind him, audibly gulping at the sight of the Alpha staring at his ass like he was a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Jungkook was grinding his jaw and had his nails dug into the dirt like he was trying to control himself.”

I mean, we’ve all seen the Yoonbooty. It does look very biteable. Relatable AF Kook!

“Jungkook continued poking around in things; picking up a candle to sniff, trying to sneak a peek into the duffle bag, ruffling around in the bag of snacks - all while stealing glances at the bed in the middle of the room. “

WAY TO NOT BE OBVIOUS KOOK!!!

“What are you doing, Kook? You’re wasting time here when you should be out there chasing down your mate. They are probably wondering where you are.”

“They know where I am.”

“You told them you were going to hang out with me and they were fine with it?”

“Hyung, you’re usually so smart. Think about it.”

Every time I read this, I die a little bit inside (in a good way, I promise). Yoongi’s whole world is about to be turned upside down, and he has no idea!!!

“The house…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened, smiling fondly at him. “I bought it for you, hyung. Whether you choose me today or not, it’s yours.”

I cry.

What a courting gift!!! Kook doesn’t understand subtlety, does he??!! And how selfless is this? This is a no-strings attached gift, given to Yoongi out of love.

I cry.

“I love the way we are now, equals with a little bit of babying me on the side,” Jungkook grins when Yoongi snorts, shaking his head fondly at the other.”

I would like to see that please.

AND THEN THIS LINE:

“Omega,” Jungkook says softly, so rife with emotion that Yoongi can hear everything he’s trying to say in just that one word. “May I enter your nest?”

This is it, this is as far as I go fam. I have been destroyed with six whole words. How can such a simple statement hold so much emotion, so much hopeful pleading?

And then the whole interaction on the bed! Yoongi asking if he wants to play cards (bwahahaha, sure Jan), Kookie being prepared to wipe away all the descenting salve, Kook getting scent high, YOONGI’S GRANDPA RUN, those first initial uses of pet names, everything was so intimate and playful. It was beautiful!

“I bet I could easily pick you up and fuck you against a wall sometime if you wanted. Maybe even have you straddle my shoulders and I could suck you off that way,” Jungkook muses so matter of factly despite the subject matter, and Yoongi can feel himself get wetter by the second.”

Aaaaaaand there’s the emotional whiplash I’ve come to love from you!

“Whatever you want. You’re in charge.”

Kookie being selfless again! I cannot! It’s about these little things that are done between partners that really matter. Kook is a newly presented virgin Prime Alpha in the midst of a claiming, and his first priority is still making sure Yoongi feels good. He’s giving him all the power here.

“Good,” Yoongi yawns loudly and throws a couple of blankets over them, tangling their legs together. “Later we can try the thing with the nipples.”

Again, I would like to see that please.

“Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he gasps.

“Oh shit! Your brother is going to kill me!”

Jungkook merely laughs”

😂😂😂

“I’ll give you some meat,” Yoongi grumbles playfully as he climbs off the bed, stretching his aching limbs.

“I mean, I’m down for anything,” Jungkook giggles.”

Not to sound like a broken record, but...I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THAT PLEASE

“Jungkook walked straight towards the first woman he saw with a clipboard, blindsiding the stunned woman with one of his lethal smiles while he wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist to pull him close.

“Hi! We both need mating packets.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes because he could tell that Jungkook was practically bragging instead of just asking like a normal person.”

He’s practically bragging about Yoongi being his mate! I have a feeling Kookie is going to be unbearable to be around in the upcoming weeks.

And then we get a teeny tiny peek at the Nam-Jin-Hobi subplot and ooomg I hope you’re able to explore this particular pairing in the future. There is so much potential there for steamy/fluffy scenes!

“I just mean, like, soulmates. You know? Maybe we were supposed to meet to help each other find our mates. Or maybe we are all soulmates in various forms.”

DON’T! DON’T HURT ME THIS WAY, I CANNOT AND WILL NOT SURVIVE!

AAAAH this fic was wonderful! It feels complete the way you ended it, but I am definitely still craving more! Good job, dayumm!

It still amazes me how many people have read this one lol. But yeah, this is one of my favorites too. I do have other side stories that I’m working on for this one, including one from Jk’s birthday and another for Namjinseok.

I just really really love writing people that are so unapologetically whipped. Like, it’s such a major thing for me because in real life there are a ridiculous amount of people that are embarrassed to show how much they care about their SO, and like, why? Why are you even with them if you’re so embarrassed to show them any affection? Show the world that you are proud they choose to be with you, show your person that they are precious. I’m not even saying buy them shit all the time (because for some reason het males seem to think that’s what everyone means). I mean hold their damn hand, write them a note, tell them they are pretty. There’s a reason that a person who technically still identifies as gay man is in a steady relationship with me, a pan woman. And it’s because I fucking treat him like he’s the reason my heart beats and I’m not ashamed to show the world. Ok, I’m ranting now lol. I’ll stop. But you get the picture.

[absoluteyoongit]

just dance [2]

⇢ pairing: bestfriend!Hoseok x dancer!Reader, more pairings to come

⇢ genre: fluff, some angst

⇢ word count: 3.3K

⇢ warnings: just some swearing

⇢ series summary: Jung Hoseok, your best friend since childhood, is one of the best parts of your life. You have always supported him with everything, including his band BTS. Hoseok always kept you a secret from the rest of the group, but now he’s ready to introduce you to everyone. Who knew your presence would improve the members lives, one more than others.

⇢ author’s note: sorry for the delay. I am working on a schedule for this so I can post regularly! banner made by the talented @purpleskies1999​

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Heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent studio, marking the end of BTS’ dance practice for the day. The boys had spent the past three hours straight working and all of them wanted a break.

Hoseok, regaining composure first, patted all the members on the back. After a ‘good job’ here and ‘better than yesterday’ there from their dance leader, signaled to the members that they could leave.

Yoongi, first to head out feet dragging, grumbled, “I want a nap.”

“I’ll start making some dinner," Jin muttered, following after.

“Dibs on shower!" Jungkook shouted.

“No way! I called dibs before practice started," Taehyung challenged.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Yes, it does!”

The two continued arguing as Hoseok watched the rest of the members file out. Jimin glanced back, “You coming?”

“Naw” Hobi sighed, “I want to try some things out before finishing for the day.”

Jimin nodded, closing the door behind him and the room was quiet once again.

Hoseok’s eyes left the door, moving towards his phone to play the song over again. He was a perfectionist, wanting to show up for the rest of the members and to do that he needed to practice more. He hesitated before pressing play, his mind wandered; the bags under his eyes felt extra heavy right then.

Hoseok couldn't deny it anymore, he was exhausted.

He was tired of the constant busy schedule. He loved his job but sometimes the group became so busy that the nights bled into days without so much of a wink of sleep. This went on for months at a time for them; it was too much.

Hoseok felt like he couldn't slip up once. He was considered the team's constant ray of sunshine by their fans, the media and even most of the members themselves. That was the world’s J-Hope. He was always there for his brothers when they needed a pick-me-up even if they never realized sometimes he needed one too.

The break the company was giving them this upcoming weekend could be hardly called an actual break. They were taking him and the boys to a natural spring for a ‘spa day’, which sounds nice on paper but Hoseok knew it was probably to film another Run episode. While filming those with the boys was usually fun the whole group craved an actual break.

Hoseok gaze dropped back to his phone, resigning to be the dance leader he needed to be for now. Before he could resume the music they needed to hone their routine for his phone rang. Your face popped up on the screen. The photo was blurry because he was in the middle of running away from you as he took it. You had caught him taking photos and flipped him off before chasing him. You always shied away from the camera and while the other pictures from that day were amusing, nothing says y/n more than a blurry image of you giving him the bird.

Hoseok’s eyes brightened at the sight, answering it immediately.

“y/n?! I haven't heard from you in a while. What is up my friend!”

He heard your chuckle from the other end, “Ah– you know the usual, just got done working for the day on a new routine I’m figuring out.”

“I’m doing the exact same thing. We are in sync still after all this time. I am touched,” Hoseok dramatically cried, wiping a fake tear away. Your unamused silence had him jumping back to his excited demeanor, “Anyways, will you tell me what the song is? Or do I have to find out when you finally post it like everyone else?”

“HAH! You’re not special. You’re gonna have to wait with everyone else- especially cause I want this one to be a surprise.”

Hoseok huffed. He knew he would not get anything out of you. Being stubborn was probably one of your biggest character traits but that was okay– he loved riling up your stubborn side as he pestered you. Almost as much as you liked cracking his sunshine nature. That was your dynamic. You two behaved like an old bickering married couple. If anyone observed him act the way he does around you they would have thought he was another person entirely. 

Y/n brought out a whole other side to him, one that he thought was more real but the rest of the world didn't want to see. That's why you were so special to him. Besides all the good times the two of you had, you made him feel the most himself.

Your laughter died down, "Anyways I was just calling to check in on you and uh– to say that I missed you– just a little bit."

Hobi's smile turned solemn. He missed his best friend so much. The life he lived gave him few moments of reprieve, so much so he never had the time to hang or even talk with anyone besides the boys and sometimes his family, so he appreciated the little moments like this the most.

"Aish, y/n. Why do you have to turn things sad– you know I miss you so much too. I need more than just these boys hanging around me sometimes."

"I'm sure living with them, working with them and being friends with them leaves you wanting to escape sometimes– even if just a little. I know you love your boys though."

Hobi sighed, you weren't wrong. He loved the boys a lot but he wanted–no needed–some alone time. He couldn't even escape to his room if he desired because he still shared with Jimin.

You were much different than the boys. He missed dancing with you. He missed your loud laughter, he missed your constant teasing, he missed you. Maybe seeing you would shake this exhaustion away.

An idea popped into his head. He and the boys had their “weekend trip” planned but Hoseok was sure he could muster up a convincing excuse to escape it. Pure excitement and hope shot up his veins.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Hobi rushed out, effectively cutting off the rant you started about the crazy coffee lady from earlier that day.

"Oh– umm...let me think."

Hobi bit back a smile. He could imagine your thinking face as clear as day: nose scrunching up and eyes turning into slits as you looked up into the sky.

"I have a shift at work Friday night and then I teach a class at the studio Saturday mornings. I don't care about doing my homework for class, so I am free other than that. Why do you ask?" anticipation clear in your voice.

"Well because I am coming to visit you. I haven't seen you in months. So, I think I deserve some time with my favorite human."

It was your turn to smile, Hoseok hit a soft spot with that comment. You knew your friend had the biggest smirk on his face as he said that, knowing full well your soft but you don't like to show it. Comments like that make your heart constrict.

"You actually have time off? Bighit finally letting you off the leash?"

"Well not exactly. We do have the weekend off but all the boys are supposed to go on a trip together but I am going to weasel my way out for you."

You comically sob, "Oh! You'd do that for me? I can't believe the Jung Hoseok of BTS is going to escape his confinement for me. Get you a real hoe that ditches his bros for you. Hoes before bros this time."

Hoseok barked out a laugh, "Yes, the Jung Hoseok is going to abandon his bros for his favorite hoe."

"Your favorite hoe? I am your only hoe. THEE HOE. Hoseok's hoe," you challenged.

"Shit, okay, you're right you are my one and only hoe. Even though Taehyung likes to think he is sometimes."

Laughter breaks out between the two of you at your combined silliness. It felt really really good to talk to him like this. It was a rarity.

"Anyhow, when are you going to be gracing me with your presence. I know I got a pretty free schedule but I can't just stare at my door all day till you show up," you chuckled.

"When does your dance class end on Saturday? I can swing by after and we could maybe dance a little if you're not tired."

You scoff, holding two fingers up even though he couldn’t see, "There are two things I will never tire from: dancing and amusement parks."

A loud groan resonated from over the phone, "I still cannot believe I'm friends with someone who loves roller coasters. You will be the death of me."

"Hey! I ask for one thing and one thing only for my birthday, and that's for you to ride the biggest coaster at the park with me. That is not too much of an ask."

"Yah! it is for me."

"Whatever scaredy-cat. The point is that I will always have the energy to dance," you pause hearing his hum in agreement, "especially if it's with you," you end with a whisper.

Now Hoseok was even more upset than before. He needed to see you, whatever it took.

"I promise I'll get out of this trip with the boys and we can hang out this whole weekend, just the two of us."

The two of you stood in silence, only the sound of each other's breaths danced across your ears. It was weird. You knew you missed him, a lot, but talking to him now and hearing his voice felt different. There was a stronger ache in your heart, more so than you have ever felt before. You loved your best friend so much and it finally clicked in your head how much your life sucked without him in it daily.

"You better keep that promise, Jung."

"Have I ever broken a promise before?"

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"Excuse me, miss? Can I order?"

Your eyes that had been staring off into space snapped to the elderly man before you.

"Oh, my apologies sir! What can I get for you?"

You smiled taking his order but as soon as he paid and left your sight the smile faded. Glancing at the watch on your wrist, the slow ticking of the hands mocking you as you stared. You had another two hours of your shift left. You huffed, shifting your legs back and forth as you anxiously waited for another customer to distract you.

You were nervous. Which was totally unlike you but for some reason, you couldn't help it. This was going to be the first time you were seeing Hoseok in months but It felt longer than that. So much longer. At least that's what you tried to convince yourself as the reason why you were nervous to see your childhood best friend.

Maebum, your favorite coworker, could see something was very wrong from just the way you fiddled with your hands. The two hands looked dry and cracked as you continuously rubbed them in front of you.

"Hey sweetie, what's up with you today? I have never seen you this wound up." her gaze on you held so much worry. You try to smile to placate her but it didn't reach your eyes.

"I am fine Mae. I just had a long week." you lie.

She gave you a pointed look that screamed 'I don't believe a word you are saying'.

You sigh in defeat. Mae's superpower was reading people and detecting bullshit, it’s what made her a great manager. That power combined with her extreme compassion meant that she was not going to let this go.

"I just had a talk with my friend that I haven't seen in a while. He told me he was going to visit this weekend and I guess I'm kinda nervous– or something like that. I don't know."

You fiddled with your fingers more, glancing around the cafe in hope a customer would come in and save you from this conversation. You were already a nervous mess, you didn't need Mae trying to pry more information and feelings out of you.

"Are you nervous because you don't think things will be the same? Or is it something else?"

Mae's eyes searched yours looking for an unspoken answer.

"I guess it’s partly that? Maybe? I don't know. I think that's partly why I am anxious because I don't know why I am nervous at all.” 

You groan in frustration "I just really miss him and hope things go okay because maybe that will mean I will see him more," you turn back to Mae with a dejected expression, "at least that is the wish anyway."

Mae softly grinned down at you, "I'm sure it'll all go well, sweetheart. If he really was your best friend seeing him will feel like the distance never existed in the first place."

At that assurance, your heart swelled. She was right. This wasn't the first time you saw Hoseok after a long break. Things were never awkward or weird, so why should this be any different.

"You know what, that actually helped a lot. Thank you Mae." a large grin plastered on your face. 

She reached up and ruffled your hair, "Anytime sweetie."

Turning back to register you excitedly greet the next customer who walks in, ready to take their order. The rest of your shift passed quick after Mae’s intervention. Her words really did help but a small part of you could not ignore the subtle soreness of your heart. It felt as if careful hands cradled it, applying pressure that made it impossible to take a deep breath. You hoped those hands would not crush it.

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Hoseok was nervous. That much was certain as his legs bounced from his seat on the shared living room couch.

Yoongi had been silently watching Hoseok from the other side of the room for some time now. It was very strange to see his friend this worked up and it alarmed him a little. Not enough to make a scene but enough to make a mental note to talk to Namjoon about it later.

Taking a sip from his iced coffee, Yoongi wondered what Hoseok could be worried about. Was it the new routine the group was learning? He noticed how the dancer had stayed late at the dance studio after regular practice was over. Yoongi's lip jutted out. No, it couldn't be that. The routine was difficult but nothing the rest of the boys couldn't handle learning on their own. Was it the trip that they were planning to go on tomorrow? Yoongi knew it was still technically work, as much as he hated that, but it was still supposed to be a lowkey weekend. One that all the boys desperately needed.

Yoongi and Hoseok were now both lost in their own thoughts when the two maknaes entered the room.

Jungkook and Taehyung stopped in their tracks as they eyed their two silent hyungs from the doorway. Comically looking back and forth between the two brothers with wide eyes.

"Hey, Tae-hyungie? What do you think they're doing" Jungkook whispered, leaning towards his older brother.

Taehyung continued looking between the hyungs in the living room. One was staring off into space and the other’s whole body was vibrating from how fast his legs were bouncing.

"I have no idea, Kook. We just came for the snacks, remember. Stick to the mission." Taehyung reminded him, patting Jungkook’s chest and starting forward. 

Jungkook held him back, "Hyung– look at them. They look like they could use some brotherly love." The maknae gave Tae a pointed look and gestured for him to save Yoongi from whatever spell he seemed to be under.

Tae huffed, upset he wasn't getting his snacks anytime soon, but willingly trudged over to his older friend. Taking another look at him Taehyung noticed Yoongi chewing on the straw in his iced coffee, something he never does, and his eyes scrunched in deep thought.

Pulling the now empty coffee cup out of his hyung's hands he finally got Yoongi's attention.

"Taehyung? When did you get here?" Yoongi blinked in confusion. He definitely did not register the maknaes entering the room. He was still too focused on Hobi and why he could be so stressed out right now.

"Me and Kook wanted some snacks before we watched the next episode of our drama but when we got here both of you looked so out of it. Is everything okay?" Taehyung's eyebrows creased in concern.

Yoongi’s shoulders slumped. He didn't know if everything was okay. All he knew was that Hobi was anxious for some reason and that worried him.

"Hobi has been sitting there for the past hour either looking straight ahead or looking at his phone. I haven't seen him this stressed in a while."

Taehyung scowled, he hated seeing the dancer with a frown on his face, it was unnatural.

Their gazes landed on the backs of the maknae and their distressed dancer across the room. Hopefully, Jungkook could bring out a little spring in Hoseok's step today.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it, Hyung? Whatever’s going on seems to be upsetting you."

"Aish Jungkook, you just won't let up will you? If you really want to know, fine. I don't want to go on the trip tomorrow. I really don't want to and I have been sitting here for who knows how long trying to think of an excuse to tell you all and especially the company."

Hoseok dropped his head with a sigh, rubbing his neck, "I didn't want to make you guys upset or anything I just wanted an actual break, ya know. I want to talk to our managers to see what we can do about it. I hope it's not too late because I don't plan on going anywhere tomorrow even if they have to drag me."

One thing that he didn't admit to the boys was the plan to stay with his best friend this weekend instead of them. How was he going to make an excuse to not spend time with them this weekend? Even if he could convince the company to let them have a break. He wanted to keep you a secret. The special way you made him feel was for himself only. He didn't care that he was being selfish. He knew the moment he introduced you to the group it would no longer be just Hoseok and Y/n. He already shared so much with the boys, why couldn't he be selfish just this once?

The room fell back into silence. The rest of the boys were shocked by Hoseok's admission. They knew he was the happy type that always went with the flow. They never thought he never got stressed but they have never seen him this dejected and drained.

"I am sure we can talk to the company about this Hyung." 

Hoseok turned and looked over his shoulder at Taehyung, eyes tired. "I don't know. It's really last minute and we are supposed to leave tomorrow. I don't think the company would let us opt out of it. I was planning on pretending I was sick or something."

Yoongi's eyebrows scrunched more. It was that serious that Hoseok was prepared to fake an illness to get out of the trip.

"We can talk to the others. I am sure they would prefer an actual weekend off compared to what our manager is promising."

"Yeah! With all of us protesting we may actually convince them you know."

The tired dancer looked at each of his brothers in the eye and let out a breath. "Alright. Let's go talk with the others."

The other three all stole a glance at each other as Hoseok got up from the couch and strode out of the room to his bedroom. None of them said anything but each knew they had to call off this trip somehow, some way. They needed to give their most hardworking friend the break he deserved. 

"Who's going to call our manager?"

"Not me!"

"Aish you two, just get Namjoon to do it."

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[yeojaa]

SUGAR HIGH, chapter viii. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  ~2000

chapter 8.  Boy With Luv

You find yourself stepping out of your shell, stopping to smell the roses again.  Has life always been this sweet?

“Who are you and what’ve you done with the Soomi I know?”

You know he’s only teasing but somehow, you’re blushing scarlet, apples of your cheeks turning as red as their namesake.

“‘You need to get out more,’” you answer verbatim, even adopting the low rasp of Yejin’s. You realize you sound more like Batman but run with it anyway, small hand shielding your mouth in some sort of makeshift voice changer. “‘You’re going to keep mopping around until you put yourself out there. And I don’t mean with the boys.’”

Hoseok is scandalized, his expression morphing into one that screams ‘how dare she!’ and ‘what the hell!’ in equal parts.

“Yah - you tell her to respect her elders!”

The way he says it makes you think Seokjin’s been parroting the same phrase around the apartment and it’s now drilled into the dancer’s brain.

“She’ll tell you off.” Spoken sagely and yet so very matter-of-fact. It didn’t matter that he was beloved by millions or her older - Yejin mocked him like he was her little brother. No one was spared.

Something about growing up in America, she’d say.

“Whatever,” he huffs before the sound is descending into a laugh, feet shifting until he’s knocking into your hip. “If it got you here, then I don’t mind.”

Here being a dance studio. A place he’d normally never catch you, unless dragged along by your over eager best friend or as a patient observer.

This time, you were here of your own accord. You’d even cracked a joke about inheriting Hoseok’s dance skills by osmosis, asking for a good luck sweatband.

(You’d tried not to cringe when he’d slipped it over your head, only marginally relieved when he insisted it was new.)

“You’ll have fun. I promise.” You don’t lock pinkies and you don’t press kisses to your thumbs, sealing it in forever, but you still believe him. He would never lead you astray, that much you knew. He’d maybe make you trip over your own two feet or blow a lung from exhaustion, but you’d be giggling the whole time.

You try to shake the nerves, will them away from the tips of your fingers. It’s hard when there’s a handful of people around you, all eagerly drawn by the chance to dance with Jung Hoseok.

Honestly, you probably owe him a flat of Sprite after this. And a jar of your dad’s kkakdugi.

"Okay, now that everyone is warmed up, let's get ready to begin."  You've never heard him like this, authoritative yet gentle, his words a warm reassurance as he settles beside you.  "We'll be going through the chorus of ON.  We'll be jumping right in on count eight and land on one." 

The way he moves should be illegal, the grace with how he runs through the motions a god-given gift.  Even the simple act of bracing arms over one another - right above left - and jumping, feet spread wide, is done with a practiced ease you could never manage.  The rotation of his arms is hypnotizing, a forelock of slate grey catching beneath the light as he readjusts in a single, fluid motion.  You're not quite sure if his eyes are even open or if this is as easy as breathing.

He'd been guiding your group so easily that you'd nearly forgotten he was speaking.  "Soomi-ya, you need to do it too,"  he chides sweetly, breaking the spell. 

"Oh, right.  Sorry."   

"It's fine, just relax.  Pretend it's just us."

So you do, doing your best to memorize the patterns he taps out and the direction of his arms.  It's harder than you remember, but maybe that's your nerves.  Still, you try, apologizing around laughter when you accidentally drag yourself in the opposite direction, swinging your arms into the crags of Hoseok's shoulders. 

You let the warmth radiate through your body and when your lungs are on fire, you push harder (and remind yourself to do some more goddamn cardio).

You're dying.  You have to be.  There's no other explanation for the way you're laying on the floor, what used to be your legs but you're sure are now just jelly sprawled out beneath you.  Your head is swimming and your chest is heaving but you feel oddly light, as if the air's filling you and lifting you above the immobile shape of your body.

"Stop being so dramatic."  God, he sounds like he hasn't even broken a sweat.  He doesn't even look bothered.  

You gulp once, twice, and try to speak but it comes out like a half-whine, half-groan.  "Can't.  Dying."

"Do you need water?"

If you'd been paying attention, you might've noticed the change in tone, the distinctly different voice.  

But instead, you're barely alive and reaching for the shadow of the water bottle.  Hands scramble across the surface, all but yanking the offering from a loose grip.  You manage a polite 'thank you!' before you're chugging the contents, all semblance of civility temporarily forgotten.

"Thank you, Wooram-ssi."

Your head snaps up.  Who was Hoseok speaking to?

"No problem.  I don't think a heart attack in class would go over well."  You'd laugh if you weren't so mortified.

You gape up at him for a second longer before you're throwing yourself up, ignoring the way your right knee begs to give out and steadying yourself with the help of your friend's arm.  You're certain you look like a complete mess - in fact, you can see it reflected back at you in the mirrors of the dance studio.

Baby hairs wild, ponytail no longer deserving of the name.  Pink sits on your cheeks, seemingly permanently burnt there. 

"I'm Kim Wooram."  The stranger is offering a hand and a grin.  You don't know him but you feel immediately at ease when he lays that smile on you.  He has kind eyes and a soft face, the angle of his jaw and the slope of his nose working to harden the otherwise baby-faced contours.  The piercings in his ear reflect the incandescent lights, gleaming as his head cocks to the side in curiosity.  You wonder how old he is to have been speaking to Hoseok so casually.

It takes you a moment to respond but when you do, you're quite proud of how level your voice is.  "Park Soomi."

Your hands meet and you swear you hear bells.

( 6:13pm )  paksom:  sorry i missed your call!

( 6:13pm )  paksom:  everything okay?

It hadn't been bells but the dinging of your phone, nestled into your bag and forgotten.  

( 6:15pm )  jeon jungkook:  come over?

( 6:15pm )  jeon jungkook:  we're cooking tonight

( 6:16pm )  jeon jungkook:  samgyupsal!!!!

You can practically hear his excitement through the little device, a sticker of his BT21 character popping across your screen.  

"Hobiiii."  The way you're singing his voice catches his attention and Hoseok's at your side in an instant, peering down at your phone expectantly.  "We're cooking tonight!  Let's go pick up some extra stuff on the way back."

You've definitely bought too much.  Between the two of you, you're carrying five bags or rather, he's struggling with four and you're happily trailing behind with one.  Not that you hadn't offered - you had, arguing in front of the store before you'd thrown your hands up in exasperation. 

"Can you open the door?"  He's sidestepping, allowing you access to the door handle.  The keys in your hands jingle, little acrylic KAWS figure swinging from the small set.  You turn the lock carefully before edging in, the welcome aromas of fat and spice wrapping you in a warm hug before you're consumed in real, physical heat, the smallest member somehow engulfing you.

"Hi, Jiminie."  The greeting is lost in the collar of his sweater as he squeezes you.  "You should help Hobi-oppa with the groceries."

All at once, you're able to breathe again, Jimin having released you in favour of taking two bags off his hyung's hands.  So eager to help, you think.  "What did you get?

Scratch that.  Just hungry.

"A bunch of random stuff we thought everyone might like.  I bought squid for osam-bulgogi, since you like seafood now, right?"  He'd mentioned it in a V Live recently but he's still surprised, the biggest smile stretching his perfect lips.  You can't help but return the expression of joy, proud in being able to bring such delight to one of your favourite people.  "I also brought a bunch of banchan I made earlier this week.  And soju and makgeolli!"

"And kkakdugi, but that's mine!"  It's a booming proclamation as the three of you shuffle into the kitchen, goodies dropped unceremoniously on the kitchen counter and everyone's attention now caught.

"You didn't have to bring so much stuff!"  Seokjin, flabbergasted as snacks spill out and a glossy green bottle nearly rolls off the edge of the island.

"Welcome back."  Namjoon, from his seat, headphones around his neck as he taps away at his laptop.

"Yes, I did!  A guest can't come empty-handed."  Both of you know you're right but neither you nor Seokjin relent, huffing adorably at each other.  He breaks first, turning his attention to the things he needs to immediately start preparing and instructing Jimin to put away anything else.  Watching them, it truly is like being among family.  It makes you feel fuzzy inside as you take a seat beside Bangtan's leader, dragging your attention from the now-bickering members - something about 'that's not the right place!'  - to survey the apartment.  "I saw you guys last week."

Namjoon doesn't even look up when he answers, "No, you saw us on Wednesday.  It's now Saturday of the following week."  

You almost snort, giving him a heavy dose of side-eye.  "Joonie-oppa, are you my abeoji?"  

It's clear he isn't expecting that when he nearly knocks his headphones off with the force in which he turns to you.  "Yah!  It's not me.  Jungkook--"

And then there are hands on his shoulders, long fingers tensing and pressing perhaps a little too hard.  The maknae has appeared out of nowhere, seemingly conjured by the sound of his name.  His hair's still wet, water droplets darkening the grey of his tee shirt and dripping down the curve of his ear.

"Yes, hyung?"

"You can't just sneak up on people like that."

"I heard you say my name so I thought you were calling for me."

"No, I was telling--"

There's that subtle flex of fingers again.  You're watching the two of them like some weird tennis game, attention bouncing from one face to the other's.

"You guys are being weird."

Even weirder is the way they're refusing to meet your eyes, instead boring holes into each other's like they're going to find gold buried somewhere.  

When Namjoon finally relents, he goes back to his computer like nothing's happened and Jungkook's transferring his weight to you, arms locked comfortably around your shoulders.  You can feel the moisture from his hair sliding down your cheek and you resist the urge to pull away once it's seeping into the cotton of your top.

"Hello to you, too."  You muse, twisting your neck to meet his stare. 

"How was dance class with Hobi-hyung?" 

The chance to answer is torn from you as the man in question appears across the island, flicking the faucet on to wash his hands and assist with dinner.  He's got a great big grin on his face, cheeks puffed out like the literal cat ate the canary. 

"She did really well, though I think I'm going to be bruised from where she stepped on my foot."  A tongue wagging at you.  Had you thought he was going to give a compliment without wrapping it in mockery?  "Wooram-ssi saved her from dying at the end."

He's wiping his hands before returning to his spot, taking up the easy task of chopping carrots.  He seems so focused that you think he's done speaking, about to resume your conversation with your best friend.

"He asked for your number, by the way." 

You're not sure whether it's you or Jungkook when you tense.  What?

notes.  hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaha.  that's all I can say.  

this was a super fun chapter to write so i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS when you don't like their degradation kink

Request:  Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction to you telling them that you don’t like their degradation kink? Can we have some angst (&fluff Ofc) up in here too?😏😏 thank you so much ❤️

A/n: Well this is fluffier than anticipated. Did I get in my feelings writing a kinky BTS reaction? Maybe so.

I'm sorry but I had to make Tae’s and Jimin’s backwards because I cannot imagine either of them would EVER say anything mean to you in bed and if they did it’d be like “Um, your hair doesn’t look as nice as usual” and then they’d be like “I’m a liar it looks great I can’t do this” so it wouldn’t work

Warnings: Smut, degradation kink (obvi), fluff, mild angst

Word Count: 2156

Namjoon (RM)

You're usually all for his dirty talk

When he calls you a slut in bed it makes you shiver

But when you didn't follow his barked orders one night and he called you a stupid slut, you whispered your safe word immediately, rolling off him and curling into a ball on the bed

"Oh no baby, what's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He's walked over to the side of the bed and crouched down beside you, stroking your hair

"Not physically." You're not quite crying, but it's a near thing

"Baby, you know I don't mean it. I thought you liked it when I said stuff like that in bed." He looks so concerned and earnest

"I do but being called stupid is a whole different thing, Joon. It hurts."

He hums low in his throat and runs his hands through his hair

"I think you're brilliant, baby. I would never intentionally hurt you. I love you and your sexy brain."

You pout at him. "Don't ever say that again, ok?"

He shakes his head. "Never."

You scoot over to allow him to get on the bed with you and he forgets all about the sex in order to just talk to you, praising you and listening intently

Yoongi (Suga)

He's poised above you, cock in hand, sweaty hair falling in his face

He's teasing you, rubbing his cock up and down your slit, focusing on your clit

"Beg for it," he says, cockily. "You're lucky I'm even considering fucking you with all the options I've got."

You yelled your safe word and he let go of your thighs immediately, face suddenly changing to concern

Your eyes were welling with tears

You knew he met girls on tour and him saying that made you feel like he would meet someone else, someone better

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, hands hovering over your shoulder as if he weren't sure you wanted his touch

"If you want someone else that's fine just don't expect me to wait around while you're fucking someone else," you snap

You're hurt and that makes you lash out, he knows that's how you are so he gently pulls your shoulder so you'll turn to look at him

"I've never wanted anyone as bad as I want you," he says simply and honestly

"Then why do you say shit like that, Yoongi?"

He sighed heavily. "I don't even want to, I just thought you were into it. I won't ever be mean during sex again. I love you and only you and you better fucking wait for me while I'm on tour because all I do is think about getting home to you."

You live for these moments when he's honest and sweet and all is forgiven when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead

Jin

It's during mutual masturbation when you use your safe word for the first time with Seokjin

He looks amazing, all bronze skin with a sheen of sweat, pumping his thick cock slowly and watching you with a smirk

You moan about how you want him inside you

"As if I'd ever deign to fuck you. I'm worldwide handsome, you know, I could-"

You cut him off by saying your safe word quietly and running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you

He's knocking on the door in seconds

"Hey, come out here and tell me what's wrong! Are you ok?"

"I know you can do better, ok Jin, I don't need to hear it!"

You've always felt like he was out of your league and this just made it worse

"Let me in," you hear him say softly

"No!"

"Y/n, I swear to God l'll break this door down."

You open the door slowly, peeking out at him

He sticks his foot in the door so you can't close it again and maneuvers his wide shoulders into the small space

He pulls you to his chest and whispers into your ear

"You're the one who can do better. I wake up every morning feeling so lucky that you're mine."

You stand huddled in his arms for a moment before you lean up and bite his shoulder, hard

He laughs and winces at the same time

"If you wanna keep me yours you better not say that shit again."

He smirks at you

"Yes, ma'am."

Hobi (J-Hope)

Hobi likes it when you beg and so you do it often

But this time he's taunting you and asking "Do you deserve it?"

For some reason tears spring to your eyes and you mumble your safe word and cover your face with your hands

Because you don't feel like you deserve him, he's so handsome and talented and positive

And you're just...you

You tell him that and he smiles at you softly

"Yeah but you're all I ever want."

It's hard to stay mad at him 

He’s sweet and apologetic and kissing you all over your face

You absolutely know he didn't say it to hurt you so you're fucking again in 10 minutes

Taehyung

You’re the one who likes to make him beg, and he is 100% down, usually

This time, though, you’re trying to spice things up and you try a different teasing tactic

When he’s dripping precum and begging you to touch him you say, “Aw, my ex could hold out much longer than that, maybe I should’ve stayed with him,” and you don’t mean it, you were never comfortable enough with your ex to even suggest something like this

You’re straddling his hips while he’s sitting in a chair and he goes totally stiff all of a sudden

When Tae says the safeword you were sure neither of you would ever have to actually use, you climb off of him  mouth open in shock

He puts his head in his hands and you hover over him, anxious

He’s quiet for a moment and you just get more and more worried

“Do you really wish you were still with him, Jagi?” He asks in a hoarse whisper

Instantly you’re soft, you’re cooing at him and kneeling between his spread legs

“Hey, look at me,” you urge him, tapping his knee and he doesn’t remove his hands, just peeks at you through his long fingers

“I’m so lucky I found you, Kim Taehyung. I’m grateful to my exes but only because they led me to you. I love you so much and I’d never wish I was anywhere else but right here with you.”

He pulls you up into his lap and tucks his head on your shoulder, sighing deeply

“I’m sorry I ruined things, Jagi. I just get worried sometimes that you might be unhappy or leave me.”

You cannot believe he’s apologizing to you after this, what a sweet sweet man and you hug him tighter

“Don’t worry, Tae. You’re stuck with me?”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes

“Promise?”

Then you kiss him and all is forgiven and in 2 minutes he’s bucking underneath you again

Jimin

Jimin loves it when you tease him, when you make him so hard it hurts and won’t let him touch you

He even likes it when you tell him he should be better for you, tell him what to do because he wants so badly to be your good boy

Your praise after makes it all worth it

You’re on top of him, rubbing your pussy up and down his cock, his hands fisting the sheets so that he doesn’t touch you

You say, “You know this would be perfect if your dick was as big as my last boyfriend, he could fuck me so much better,” and you don’t mean it of course (Jimin’s dick is average or above don’t @me) and your ex was shit in bed

It’s just hot how much he tries hard to be good for you

But this kind of flips a switch in Jimin

He goes from full sub to full dom real quick

He doesn’t use his safeword or anything like that, but flips you over with fire in his dark eyes

He fucks you hard and fast and your legs are shaking when he finally comes 

You’re about to tell him how good that was when he silently slips out of bed and goes into the bathroom

You wait for a while, figuring he was just washing up, but when you don’t hear water running you get worried

When you knock softly on the door he yells a hoarse “Go away!” and you bang on the door louder

“Jiminie, what’s wrong? What happened?”

No answer

You try the door and he didn’t even lock it, just trying to be dramatic and wanting you to come after him and it makes you smile 

He’s sitting with his back against the tub, curled in on himself to make him as small as possible

You sit down on the floor, crossing your legs, and lean over to him and touch his face

He jerks back from you and when he looks at you he has tears tracking down his face

“Oh, baby,” you croon, “what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Oh I don’t know why don’t you ask your donkey dick ex boyfriend, huh?”

You can’t help it and you start to laugh

He gets extra huffy then, crossing his arms over his chest

“I don’t see what’s so funny, y/n.”

“It’s funny because it’s not true! You’re the best I’ve ever had, Jimin, no one could compare.”

He looks at you, bottom lip pouty

“Is he bigger than me?”

You shake your head, smiling. “No way. You’re the biggest and the best; I love your cock so much.”

He makes a hmph noise in the back of his throat but you know he loves the praise

You get closer to him and poke at him until he finally sighs and brushes his hair back from his face, splaying out so that you can sneak in to his arms

He pulls you tight to him and whispers in your ear, “Don’t say stuff like that to me, babe, it makes me crazy,” 

“Never again. I’ll just always tell you how great you are, ok?”

He pulls back and kisses you. “Only if you mean it.”

“I always do.”

Jungkook

So you guys are new to this whole relationship thing when it happens

There’s no safeword, neither of you thought ahead enough for that

You were fucking all the time but nothing particularly kinky

Thing is, you’re a little more experienced than him and he’s lowkey insecure about it so he’s been doing research on how to spice things up

One night he’s fucking you particularly hard and you’re moaning that you’re about to come

He looks down at your open, panting mouth and growls “You’re such a cock slut, look at you, you’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you?”

He doesn’t even know where that comes from, honestly, and as soon as he says it he’s like “oh shit” because he sees the look on your face

“Get off me,” you snap at him and when he takes a second because he is surprised you kick him in the chest, kinda hard

You scramble away from him and try to leave the room but he’s on your heels and he slams the door shut with one hand so you can’t leave

He’s not angry, though, just worried, eyes all wide with concern

“I’m so sorry” he babbles and he doesn’t even know what exactly he’s apologizing for

“I’m not a slut just because I’m not a virgin, Jeon Jungkook!” You yell, he’s hurt your feelings and you’re lashing out

“No, no, no. I didn’t mean it baby, I swear.”

“Why would you say something like that? What’s wrong with you?”

He sighs and sits down on the bed, shoulders slumped in defeat

“I just...I was trying to spice things up, I guess.”

You warily walk toward him. “Why? Things are already pretty spicy, Kook.”

He gives you a wry smile, shaking his hair into his face

“I don’t know, I just...I wonder sometimes if I’m enough for you.” He mumbles, looking down at his hands

You snake around behind him on the bed and put your arms around his waist, resting your forehead on his broad back

“You might be too much for me, but never not enough,” you say, chuckling

“I don’t really think you’re a slut,” he says miserably, squeezing your hand around his waist and twisting his torso to look at you.

“I know. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

He gives you a sweet smile and then frowns a little

You cock your head at him

He looks all blushy and shame faced when he says “I was just wondering how to ask you if we could finish what we started,” he mumbles, and you laugh and laugh before you let him

[seokstyle]

critical condition (m) - 1

pair: hoseok x reader, light jungkook x reader (series) themes: med student!reader, nurse!hoseok, lots of medically-related flirting genre: smut, some fluff, future angst warnings: dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, thigh riding, orgasm denial

you knew that your first rotation as a medical student was going to have its challenges. you did not anticipate one of those challenges to be dealing with a handsome ER nurse who won’t give you a break.

word count: 5.3k 

part 2 | masterlist

“Joon, I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it.”

“Ah, don’t be so negative,” he reassures you. “It takes a learning curve but it’s only been one week.”

“I’ve messed up so much though! They’ll just stand me in the corner and shame me until I melt into a puddle.”

 “It takes time to adjust,” he protests. 

You fix him with an annoyed look. “Did you know someone came in and they tried to give it to me as an easy first case? One that’s dumbass-proof, right?” He nods, a little weary of what you’ll say next. “It was an ear infection. Did you know what I forgot to do, Namjoon?” You lean in across the cafeteria table towards him for dramatic effect. “I forgot to look at his fucking ear.” You lean back in your chair and groan into your hands.

Your friend winces, but does not let up on his optimism. “We’ve only just started, Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” 

“Why do you always try to be so reasonable,” you grumble as you spoon the last of the mashed potatoes into your mouth. “It makes it harder to throw myself a pity party.”

Namjoon chuckles in response. “I’m saying it as much to myself as I am to you. Peds has not been easy,” he added with a sigh. “So many crying children, so many angry parents, so many impatient doctors…” He trails off, and you both sit there in silence thinking about the hellscapes you both have to return back to in a few minutes.

This was the first rotation for both of you as medical students, and though you had heard that most residency programs were more lenient on the first couple since you were still getting the hang of the clinical setting, you didn’t want to completely blow your chances at a good recommendation from your supervisors. Though your reputation during this past week was not doing you any good. 

You and Namjoon had become fast friends in the whirlwind that was your first two years of medical school. He had saved your ass in anatomy lab, and you had come to his rescue in biochemistry. But despite your successes in the classroom, neither of you had anticipated how abrupt the transition would be from looking at textbooks and lectures to talking to real patients and actually diagnosing diseases yourself. 

Add getting thrown into the ER for your first ever clinical experience, as was your luck. With the fast pace, the trauma emergencies you had to assist in on, just everything… you were in over your head. Just thinking about all of the questions you were going to have to ask (and would inevitably forget to ask) when you went back upstairs already was making your head spin. At least you could hold onto small fragments of your sanity when you grabbed food breaks, though you both had to return to reality soon.

Namjoon sighs as he pushes his chair back from the table, picking up his tray and giving you a small smile. “Best of luck.”

“You too, pal.”

The night started off better than your previous shifts this week have been. You had been more attentive when it comes to asking patients what brings them in today, remembered key aspects of physical exams when it applied, and you actually felt a little competent. But then you had left for your dinner break, and by the time you made it back to the ER all hell had broken loose.

The other local hospitals were at capacity which meant that all ambulances were going to come to you instead. On top of that, a new rush of admissions had come in, and now the ER was overflowing with people who needed quick medical attention. Soon there were a million things going on and before you knew it, it was past midnight and you were barely staying afloat. You were quickly sent out by the attending to grab a laceration tray, and all of your usual spots to check for supplies were empty. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, using all of your 3 brain cells to think. If I was a laceration tray, where would I be hiding?

“Looking for this?” you heard someone say in a playful tone. You opened your eyes. An outstretched hand had appeared in front of you holding the coveted tray, and you turned to see a handsome nurse you had gotten to know well. 

“Oh my God, Hobi,” you sigh in relief. “How did you know?”

He smirked, and you wanted to roll your eyes at him. “I overheard the resident while I passed outside of the room, so I went ahead and grabbed one for you.” 

You smile. “Thank you, seriously. This shift is getting insane, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

He gasped dramatically in response. “Well we wouldn’t want that! Though,” he added as he leans in closer to you, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m CPR-certified,” he responds with a wink. 

You actually do roll your eyes this time. “You and everyone else in this hospital.”

The first shift in the emergency department may have well been the worst day of your life. Patients had gotten upset with you for forgetting to fulfill requests they had made, you had gotten lost three times in the maze of hallways, and you kept fumbling with every question asked of you. You were under the resident Dr. Kim for that shift, and would continue to be on his charge for the rest of the week. You were petrified because he was chief resident, but he urged you to drop formalities and just call him Seokjin. He was incredibly kind and understanding when you made mistakes (which was often). 

Near the end of the shift, Seokjin had asked you to grab a suture kit so he could close up someone’s finger that had gotten sliced. You had agreed enthusiastically, eager to redeem yourself, but realized the second you stepped out of the room you had no clue where the sutures were kept. 

Great. 

You didn’t know what to do but you were NOT going back into there to ask and make a fool of yourself for the 20th time today. As nice as the resident was being to you, you didn’t want to test his patience either. You wanted to lock yourself into one of the closets and hide until they found you and kicked you out of medical school, because it felt inevitable at this point. 

Right as you were contemplating ways to escape the hospital, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for something?”

Maybe your prayers had been answered, because when you turned around to see who was speaking you swear you saw an angel sent from the heavens for you. His smile was dazzling, with adorable dimples peeking out from the corners of his mouth, and his chestnut hair looked divinely soft as it swooped down onto his forehead. He brushed it out of his eyes, and you noticed that his arms looked strong and toned, and it only made you wonder what other muscles he must be hiding under his scrubs. 

He looked like a sun-kissed god who had somehow gotten lost in the ER hallways. And from the way he was smirking at you, he could definitely tell you had been checking him out. Shit.

“D-do you know where the sutures are kept?”, you managed to squeak out. He grinned. It would be your luck that he procured exactly what you needed from his pants pocket at that moment. You weren’t going to die, after all.

“I always keep a few packs on me, it’s come in handy before. Do you need nylon or monofilament? Probably monofilament.” He muses to himself as he rummages through his pockets some more. He looks up at you and asks, “Do you know what size you need either, 4-0 or 3-0?” You shake your head. “That’s okay! I’ll just give you one of each just in case.” He takes your hand, placing the suture packets into your palm and sending you a dazzling smile.  

You were so relieved you could cry. “Oh my God, I love you, thank you so much,” you blurted without thinking, immediately cringing at your words. 

“Wow sweetheart, at least take me out to dinner before you confess like that.” You felt your cheeks burn from his words, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because his tone was more gentle when he spoke next. “First day?”

God, it must be that obvious that you’re a deer in the headlights right now. You nod, putting the sutures into your white coat pocket.

He looked down at your badge, reading your name and credentials. God, your name sounded so much nicer coming from his lips. “Medical student?” You nod again.

“I remember my first day, it was rough. It does get better though, I promise.” You nod dumbly once more, not fully believing him. He offers you a small smile. “Listen,” he says as he comes to stand behind you, lightly grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you towards wherever he wants you to look. You could feel the heat of his touch through your thin hospital-issued scrubs and coat, and it sent your pulse running. 

He pointed a little way down from you in the hallway. “Do you see that door? That’s the supply closet, it will have almost anything you ever will need, on a shelf with a label. If it’s not there, try asking the ER secretary,” he steers you a little more to the right, pointing to the center of the area to where the nurses’ desks are located. “They know if no one else does. And if they can’t help you, you can always come find me.” He turns you around so that you are facing each other now, removing his hands from your shoulders, and you almost miss the feel of his touch on you. He points to himself. “My name’s Hoseok, see?” He points to his badge. Hoseok Jung, RN. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed in relief. He laughed, and you could almost swoon at how pretty he looked when his eyes crinkled up like that. “I guess that is my job, technically. But for someone as cute as you? Anytime,” he replied with a wink. And with that he turned around, leaving you with cheeks red again from the compliment he had added without a second thought. 

“Are you saying you wouldn’t want me to give you mouth-to-mouth?” He pouted, his dimples poking out from the corners of his mouth, but you saw the twinkle in his eyes. Cheeky bastard.

You laugh at him instead of entertaining his comment, taking the tray from his hands and preparing for your mad dash back to the patient room before the resident came looking for you. “Thank you, Hoseok!” 

“That wasn’t a no!” he called after you. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He had come to your rescue again and again over the past few days, almost as if he knew exactly when you needed his help. Maybe you were growing immune to his charms (or maybe you were becoming emboldened by them), but you were less intimidated and a little more flirtatious with each new interaction with him lately.

You make it back to the patient’s room, and Seokjin even lets you assist with suturing and repairing the wound, under his supervision. The attending had come in shortly after and praised your handiwork as well. You were over the moon! 

But your joy at helping in a procedure for the first time was short-lived. In the next three rooms you entered, the family and patient decided you were the best person on staff to yell at about their outrageous waiting times in the ER. The patient after that did not verbally abuse you, and you made what you thought was a stellar interrogation and clinical analysis, but as you presented to the attending he sent you back for 15 more questions you hadn’t thought to ask. You just wanted to go home to pass out or cry, you would be fine with either at this point. 

As you go to enter the room of the last patient you are assigned for the shift, you see Hoseok wheeling his mobile scribing computer out as he finished taking the preliminary exam. “Hey,” you place a hand on his upper arm to catch him from leaving too soon. “Can you brief me real quick on what’s up? Seokjin was too swamped to give me many details.” 

“Oh, yeah sure.” Hoseok pulls up the patient chart. “Kid came in with severe abdominal pain going on for a couple of hours now. He’s hypertensive at 160/90 but that’s likely due to pain, and he’s tachycardic at 110 bpm. All other vitals look okay,” he added as he scrolls through. “I did a super quick overall physical exam on him just to make sure he wasn’t going to code. Lungs sound clear, heart sounded okay, but I have to run to the trauma bay since they’re short-staffed tonight, so I wasn’t able to do anything too focused on exam,” he explains. “That should get you started off at least though.” He grins and starts walking backwards away from you, tugging his computer along with him. “See you later, angel!” You slide open the room’s door and send him a smile back. “Thanks, Hobi. Good luck!”

You go inside and confirm all of the findings that Hoseok mentioned to you with the patient. The pain is all over his abdomen he says, and he can’t tell you exactly where it’s coming from but it’s clear he’s in a lot of discomfort. You ask a few more pointed questions to try and narrow down your diagnosis, double-check that his lungs and heart sound normal, and tell the patient the doctor will be in shortly to discuss their plan of care.

You go back outside and find Seokjin and the attending to present your findings in the small conference room connected to the ER hallway. “25 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dull in character with increased severity upon ingestion. Pain began within the past two hours but patient states that it has been getting increasingly worse, and has increased to an 8 out of 10. Reports having nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. Patient appears dehydrated which could be symptomatic of his condition or could be a result of his vomiting, and is tachycardic and hypertensive.” 

Jin nods encouragingly, and the attending contemplates on what you have told him. “Good presentation, good initial history. Okay,” he continues, “what did you find on the physical exam?”

“His lungs appeared clear to auscultation and heart sounds were all normal, no murmurs noted. Patient did appear diaphoretic and feverish and had weakened grip strength and poorer motor skills than expected, but is capable of ambulation.” 

The attending hums in response, looking over the patient’s chart. “Okay very good, no reason to suspect any cardiac or respiratory abnormalities. That’s important to ensure with all patients.” You beam, proud that you were at least ending the night on a high note and being praised for your work. “What else?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I believe that was everything, sir.”

“What about his abdomen?”

“Sir?”

He looks up at you from the computer. “What were your abdominal exam findings?” You can see Seokjin’s face pale slightly behind him, understanding what is happening. 

You didn’t do it, you forgot. You didn’t examine the abdomen. Of a patient. With abdominal pain. You hear white noise ringing in your ears as panic sets in. “S-sir, I didn’t do a full abdomen exam.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You didn’t do it?” You nod. “So then what were your differential diagnoses?”

You gulp. “I suspected appendicitis, diverticulitis, or colitis.” 

“So what would be plan of care?”

You guess you had a chance to redeem yourself maybe now, if you were thorough with what you wanted to do with the patient. Maybe then the doctor would ease up on you some. “Initially manage pain and nausea with anti-emetic and pain relief medications. All of my differentials would be confirmed either by CT scan, most likely, so that would assist the patient in feeling better while imaging returns from radiology.” Hopefully, that was enough.

“I see,” the attending muses, looking back at the charts for a moment. You brace yourself for what he would say next. “So, you had made some ideas of what the patient could have going on, all abdominal-related, but,” he turns back towards you. “You didn’t even think to touch the patient first?”

Fuck. It had backfired. You wanted to melt into the ground. Seokjin offers you a sympathetic look from behind the attending as he grills you further while you shrink into your seat. You were getting your ass handed to you and you deserved it. You had to say something at this point; you would be damned if you had to keep working with this doctor who made the assumption that you were an enormous dumbass because of ONE mistake you made. You had to recover, and quick. 

So you go with the first idea that comes to mind. 

“Sir, I am regretful for not performing the physical exam myself, that was wrong of me to do,” you apologize. “I had spoken with the nurse assigned to this patient prior to taking the history, and he had told me that he had already done a physical exam and the findings should be in the chart from his records, but I suppose he failed to do so.” 

You knew what you were doing wasn’t fair, but Hoseok was in the trauma bay and would never know. And you had to do something to save face or any chance you had at matching into emergency medicine were going to be gone at this rate. “I had higher expectations from him but it was my mistake for entrusting him to do that correctly.”

The attending is quiet as you make this excuse as believable and apologetic as possible, then scrolls through the chart. “It says Hoseok Jung was the nurse assigned to his care.” You bristle at hearing his name. “He’s usually incredibly thorough with his job,” the attending mentions in surprise. “I guess this time he didn’t record the findings as he normally would.” He turns to you now, and you pray for salvation from his wrath. “Next time, don’t rely on anyone else on staff. Make sure you do the exam yourself, and trust your own knowledge and intuition most. Others can be wrong, too.” He sighs, and you let out your own sigh of relief. “Okay, I’m going to go grab a coffee and I’ll take care of the patient from here.” He gets up and heads out the conference room door, but turns around to add one last comment before he goes. “Good work, Y/N.”

You thank every power in this universe for sparing you this once. Your recommendation letter was still safe, for now.

“Hey,” you hear the other person left in the room call out to you. You look over at Seokjin and feel a pang of guilt from the expression he has.

“I know what you were trying to do there.” He sounds disappointed, and you feel like a little kid, caught doing something they shouldn’t. You avert your eyes, opting to look down at your shoes instead of look at him directly. His tone softens some. “It’s been a rough week for you to start on, and it’s hard to get the hang of talking to patients and all. I don’t blame you for it, but it’s best to just own up to a mistake instead of bringing someone else into it.” He gets up from his seat to leave, and pauses as he walks by you to put a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again.; his eyes are empathetic and understanding. “You must be exhausted. Go home and get some sleep, okay?” You nod, and he turns to leave out of the door.

God. You felt like such a colossal bitch. You close your eyes and rub your temples. At least the shift from hell was finally over, and you survived. You still had a chance to properly earn the respect of this attending, and you could finally enjoy your first day off tomorrow. You get up and head out of the conference room as well, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey there,” you hear someone say to your left, and you jump. You look over and see Hoseok with his scribing computer, staring intently at the screen. 

Your blood runs cold for a moment, and you look at him nervously. “Hey,” you answer quietly. “How was the trauma?”

He doesn’t move to look over at you as he responds. “Oh, they had it under control so they sent me back to this hall,” he says offhandedly as he resumes his typing. 

“Oh.” You nod slowly, looking at the floor for a second, thinking to yourself in a panic. Fuck, what if he was right outside the room the whole time? Could he have heard you throw him under the bus like that? You look back over at him, very tentatively. He doesn’t seem as animated and charismatic as he usually is with you, his jaw clenched tight like he’s frustrated with something. 

But maybe he’s just tired after a long shift, or had a bad patient? Right? 

“Okay well, I’m done for the night so I’m going to finish up my charting,” you offer eagerly. He doesn’t move to even look at you, and the guilt comes creeping into your bones again. You turn and walk back towards one of the computer desks, swiping your badge to log in. You start typing notes up, but your thinking gets more and more muddled with every line you write.

There would probably have been so many other chances to recover from that one slip-up. Why did you act like it was the end of the world? Was it worth it just for the off-chance that you might get a good recommendation? You haven’t even liked this rotation so far. You sit in your chair, staring blankly at someone’s lab report from 4 hours ago mulling over whether or not you completely ruined your friendship with Hoseok. 

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear when the mobile computer rolls up behind you, and someone says your name quietly. 

You jump, and you feel your ears turning pink as you recognize the voice, lacking its usual light-hearted tone. You turn to look at him, and his face was completely devoid of any emotion. You feel a chill go down your spine. “Can you help me get something from the supply room?” 

God, he did. He must have heard you. You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything out loud, and get up to follow him meekly down the hall and into the supply closet, the same one he had pointed out to you on your first day. Ironic, somehow. Hoseok opens the door, motioning for you to walk in first, and you oblige. 

He walks in after you, flipping on the lights and shutting the door behind him, locking it quickly. You barely have enough time to turn around to face him before you felt him move. He pushed you backwards, your back meeting the wall behind you with a soft thud. His forearms rested on either side of your head, propping himself up and caging you in. You look at him in surprise and can’t help yourself from letting out a small gasp. His jaw was still set but his eyes had turned overwhelmingly dark, swimming with anger. 

You had expected Hoseok to yell at you, call you a bitch, threaten to tell the attending. Best case scenario, he actually needed your help getting something and you would be fine and he heard nothing. What you did not expect was this. 

“So,” he starts, a lazy drawl to his voice, “I heard someone thinks she’s been around the block enough times to put a nurse in his place.” 

Your cheeks burn at his words. “That’s not what I was-” 

He cuts you off. “What did you say again?” He pulls back for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “You had ‘higher expectations’ of me?” He chuckles. “I’m sorry to be such a disappointment, princess.” The pet name sent shivers down your back. 

God, you had really fucked up. “No, wait,” you push your hands up against his chest to try and get some space for a moment so you could explain yourself. You tried not to think about how firm he felt under your fingertips, and how your pulse was quickening from being in such close proximity to him. “I didn’t mean to-” 

Hoseok moves so fast you don’t even fully process it, grabbing your wrists away from your feeble attempts to make room between you two and pinning them above your head. It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud, the action going straight to your core. What the fuck was happening right now?

“Shh,” he whispers condescendingly against your ear, your heart fluttering from his close proximity. “I think you’ve said plenty today, wouldn’t you agree? I think it’s my turn to talk, hmm?” He pulls back to look at you, a wolf-life expression engulfing his features. You swallow and nod dumbly. “Good girl,” he smirks, and you hold in the urge to moan out. 

“Did you forget that I have been at this ER for three years?” He crowds your body against the wall, his chest flush against yours. “That I have more experience than you?” You felt breathless like you had been running for miles. You were losing your mind.

“That just because you’re a medical student,” he grabs your white coat and pulls you closer to him, making you shudder, “doesn’t mean you get to push me around like that?” 

Your head was swimming and you had lost all coherent thoughts, but you were still desperate to clear the air between you. “If you just would let me explain-” Your words are cut off as Hoseok pulls back and places his hand across your mouth, muffling anything you have to say. Your eyes widen in anger and in arousal, and he smirks again.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You try to protest, muffling words against his palm, and he lets out a sound of disapproval. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?”

You actually moan out against his hand this time. Something about being at his complete mercy like this was unraveling you in ways you had never felt before, and he was clearly catching on. Hoseok grins, eyes swimming with lust, and leans in to whisper against your ear once more. “Oh? Does someone like being put in her place?” You moan out again, a muffled quiet admission. He uses his free hand to dip behind your white coat and pull you closer to him by the waist, until you lay flush against him. 

“Sweetheart, I think you should remember,” He had pulled you so close against him that you could feel his growing arousal against your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back, and he chuckles. “If you didn’t have me, you still would be fumbling around the hallways, in a daze.” You could barely process his admonishing words at this point. You cant your hips towards his, desperate for any stimulation, and he groans deeply against the shell of your ear. You felt so fucked out, and he hadn’t even touched you.

Hoseok finally acquiesces, using his thigh to part your legs open, and you let out another muffled moan as he ground his leg up against you, offering you some relief. “Look at you, so desperate for me,” he traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, “grinding against me like a dirty whore.” You didn’t even realize it, but you were right; he had stopped moving and you were still chasing your pleasure, riding his muscular thigh without realizing it. “I can feel how soaked you are through both of our scrubs. So wet, just for me?” His words should have embarrassed you, but you were so far gone you didn’t care. It only turned you on more.

He pulls back from you suddenly, much to your displeasure, and you whine out in protest. “Oh I’m sorry angel,” he comments unapologetically, drawing his gaze up and down your body, “but only girls who behave themselves get what they want.” He had the cockiest look you had ever seen on his face, and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes from frustration. 

You could choke Hoseok right now, but you were too desperate for him to continue. You needed to reach your end. So you grabbed the hem of his scrub top. “I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl,” you begged, not even fully hearing yourself as you tried to pull him back and finish what he started. “I promise, please!”

The tears in your eyes, your flushed cheeks, the desperation in your voice. It was unraveling him too, though he didn’t want to admit it. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back with a groan. “I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet,” he tuts as he looks down at you again, his eyes hooded and you moan again, almost in relief. “I think you need me to remind you where you belong.”

At that exact moment, someone turns the key in the locked door, and Hoseok springs back away from you towards some of the shelving on the opposite side of the closet. Your thoughts are still flustered, not processing anything, and you stay pinned against the wall as though his hands are still on you, holding you there. The door opens to reveal none other than, as your luck would have it, Seokjin.

“Oh, Hoseok,” he starts, then notices your presence in the closet as well. His cheeks flush, and you are mortified. You must look like the definition of a hot mess. “Oh...Y/N… I thought your shift ended already?”

“Oh hey! It sure did!” You respond, sounding way too chirpy, pulling yourself up from the wall and towards Seokjin. You see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok suppressing a laugh. How the fuck does he look completely unaffected and flawless, and you’re still trying to catch your breath? “I was just… making sure that we had enough supplies for next shift! There weren’t any laceration trays here earlier.”

He eyes the two of you wearily. “Okay… I guess so.” 

Hoseok shrugs, back to his cheery self leaving his dark, dominating persona behind, as though he had flipped a switch. “Hey, Jin!” He exclaims as he walks over to the resident. “Y/N was just telling me about her amazing case with the kid with appendicitis! It’s a shame I forgot to write down the abdomen exam findings though.” Seokjin looked over at you in confusion. “She said she would teach me a thing or two about being a good clinician whenever she got a chance,” Hoseok adds while giving you a look laced with hidden meanings. You wanted to kill him.

Hoseok clapped Jin on the back. “I’ll see you later, man,” and he saunters out of the closet. Seokjin looks at you for a moment, looks out the door at Hoseok, decides not to press any further questions, and turns around and out the door. Leaving you alone, still incredibly affected, confused, and pissed.

a/n: this is my very first fic in a loooooooooooong time!! i got hit with some inspiration recently and wanted to try my hand at writing again, and i really like how it turned out considering i’m kinda rusty hehe. i hope you enjoyed reading this, i’m planning on making it into a bit of a series with a few more parts. thank you so much for reading!!

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The Freaks (m) (Harry Potter!AU #4)

> genre : filth, fluff

> pairing : jung hoseok x reader (f)

> words : 5.4k

> warning : unprotected sex (stay safe kids, but they’re wizards so u know they take care of those things), derogatory terms

> Jung Hoseok (Hufflepuff, 7th yr) is a freak and a pervert. He spends his whole time in Hogwarts between intensive sexcapades with you, his girlfriend, and intensive research in magic to find new ways to spice up said sexcapades. (public sex, use of magical sex toy, anal, mention of cum play...)

/The Harry Potter!AU Masterlist/

It's Tuesday morning, 9am just clocked in and most students struggle to keep their eyes and ears opened. Professor Edgecomb had just finished going through the reminder of the last lessons, introducing the three new potions they will be working on for the month ahead and after having wasted a good fifteen minutes waiting for someone to raise their hand to either ask a question or answer to one of his, he's decided he had enough of standing in front of those dumbfounded gaping mouths staring at him like he was some kind of intellectual performance their tiny brains could not grasp. Therefore, he deemed it was time to just let them be.

Assigning them to different cauldrons they'll share by pair, he proceeded to summarize, once again, the whole procedure to make a successful Wiggenweld potion -they were supposed to master it the year prior, but he's not that gullible anymore-. Besides being a healing potion, it's also one useful to reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught and he hopes, secretly, that the vapours the room will be filled in soon enough will have some effect on those apparent sleep-deprived teenagers.

And then and there, the lesson becomes more pleasant. It's sad to admit, but him staying at his own desk, manipulating his own sets of jars and test tubes and mess of recipe sheets, sorting them out and organizing them, has become way more fulfilling than attempting to teach anything to these kids. He's realized quite soon after the beginning of his career as Professor of Potions in Hogwarts that youngsters were simply not interested in this art. Because it is a form of art. It requires patience, talent, delicacy and respect for the elements and ingredients, none of those butchers could find within themselves. And it's a hard discipline too. Not given to the first moron that wants to try a shot at it.

The students, in Hogwarts, fancy Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration classes. Which he can understand. The satisfaction is way more immediate and proactive in the execution of strong and decisive wand shakings. He also heard about how successful History classes -both Magic and Muggle- are and this, he deems the incoming of career orientation is responsible for. Because those lessons open so many doors, especially within the Ministry of Magic which a lot of young wizards seek a position in.

Potions, on the other hand, leads to a path, ambushed, full-life-committed, long and complexed that, inevitably, is not met with a glorious and profitable life. Alchemists spend their existence enclosed in dangerous fume-filled labs, they hardly leave to introduce a new invention once in a very long while -because those discoveries take time, and some actually waste their whole life away not finding any. As useful ground-breaking potions and spells tend to be owned in a way or another by the Ministry of Magic, they don't make much money out of them. If one desires to make a living out of making potions, they shall commit to producing mass love potions and everklena* ones. It's hard to cope with: lowering yourself to make those miserable preparations when you dream of grandeur and wonderful historical discoveries. Therefore, yes, he is become a professor in Hogwarts teaching a subject that rises very low interest.

Sometimes, Professor Edgecomb gets a glimpse of hope and joy from teaching. It's when he, exceptionally, has to teach one of the first years to cover another's professor lesson that they can't attend to. They're too young and inexperienced, so eager to be blown away to have any opinion on Potion making yet and it's terrific, he feels like a miracle maker, floating around the room, spreading herbs and mythical animals' claws in the air, in front of those wide shiny eyes. There's also the lessons he gives to the late-year Ravenclaw wizards. Most of them, like most of their peers, couldn't care less about his lessons but the ones that do, really, really do. They listen, ask questions and even share opinions on methods or big names in the Potion history. They're interested. As opposed to all those Slytherin slackers and Hufflepuffs morons.

Professor Edgecomb, fortunately for him, doesn't know to what extent he is right. How uninterested some of you are. He thinks the group of girls chatting away about the latest Quidditch game, or the loud pair of energumens too close to his own desk are obnoxious and disrespectful. But he would probably lose his marbles if he were to notice the young couple, occupying the last row of desks.

Hoseok's mouth is attached to your neck, lapping and sucking hard, biting where he knows the bruised skin to already feel tingly from prior ministrations. He's chuckling against your ear when he hears you whimper, your hand sprayed on his crotch clenching his hidden hard member in its grip. “Babe, you need to be quiet.”

Except if you'd like to get caught. And honestly, the thought is so tempting you can feel a gush of arousal soaking your panties.

But it's not your boyfriend's plan for the day. Maybe he'll want to do it on your last day at Hogwarts. How salacious would that be, you think with a grin painting your lips. You'll have to mention this to him. He'd probably say yes. You know your Hobi not to be good at denying any of your resquests.

But for today, he rules as he is the one who came up with the very elaborate spell allowing you two to mess around during class without nobody noticing. More than noticing, they can't actually see you. Two perfectly conform copies of you are standing at your desk, seemingly working on your cauldron, obliterating your real bodies. They hide what's to see but not what's to hear. Hoseok didn't master that just yet. Apparently, the whole screen thing behind which you're hiding is very complexed. It's a sort of a hallucinatory cloud. Anyone who would attempt to look your way would be met with this cloud that would distort their perception into interpreting precisely what they're expecting to see: Hoseok and you, chatting away while working on your potion. Certainly not him devouring your neck and collarbones, squeezing you hard against him for your ass to grind on his cock.

It feels hot. So dirty and bad, it should make your head spin and your pussy dripping gallons. But it doesn't. You're hot and bothered because it's Hoseok, he's always been excellent at toying you into becoming a powerless rag doll. But this whole trick is not enough. It's great but you already want more. You wish they could see you. You wish they'd see how Hoseok is treating you, how harsh his fingers are owning your cunt and how red and gaping he's letting it each time he's pulling back. You wish you could raise your eyes and meet the pair of someone else's, staring right back and ogling shamefully at you two.

Until you do. You meet those eyes. They're Do Kyungsoo's. He's watching you from two tables away, his big round eyes wide and mouth agape. He doesn't seem embarrassed though. His dark bushy eyebrows are frown and he looks about to interject.

And here, the thought of you two getting caught by the whole room actually hits you. You realize maybe it's not a good idea. For the last day, yes, but definitely not now, only two months in when you'll have to spend the rest of the year looked over by all of those same peers. If you even get to stay and don't get expelled for the worst case of public indecency to ever take place in Hogwarts. “Hoseok, he can see us.”

Mistaking your claim for role-playing, the tension in your tone simply flying over his head, he mutters hotly in your ear, “You love that, don't you? My little minx gets so w-”

“No, I mean, he can actually see us. We're not invisible.”

“What?” Hoseok turns around, so fast his hair flaps audibly on his forehead, to witness their classmate, obnoxiously watching you. In the swiftest of movement, he slips out of your panties -making you wince when his fingers sting a bit by the haste- and sits properly, adjusting his robe and pretending like nothing has happened, as if his crimson cheeks were not telling enough.

After some time, Kyungsoo, smiling like the little shit everybody knows him to be, turns around and gets back to his own duty.

“What happened to the spell?”

“I don't know.” His eyebrows drop sadly when he finally looks at you again. His mouth is shaped in an upset pout you have to look away to not place a bit smooch on. He caresses your thigh gently. “I'm really sorry, baby girl...” You're frowning too now. You were so close. So close. You're sure if you were to open your robe for the air to hit your clit, you might actually come. “We'll finish later.”

You gasp aloud.

Probably too dramatic.

Some heads turn around, throwing you a curious gaze to which you simply smile, waving a friendly hand until they're all back to their conversations.

There's the clock on the wall, stating 9:39. There's still an hour and a half to go. There is no way you're not having your release now. “Hoseok, I can't wait.”

“You'll have to, babe.” His voice is strained and his back stiff. He's not mad. You can tell he's just frustrated and probably feels guilty for having fucked up, resulting in that guy seeing you in this position. You want to make him feel better, along with yourself. That's your reasoning behind your hand slipping discreetly under the table, and sneaking under your skirt uniform.

The thick wooden table will hide you, if you're stealthy enough, you're sure you'll be fine. When it comes to sex -and especially sex with your boyfriend- you know what you want. You know what to grant yourself. And he knows it too. Therefore, when he takes a glimpse at you, checking to ask you about an ingredient he thinks he's never heard of -even though he did, as it was the one used in all of his fourth year recipes-, he's not surprised to see you hunch slightly over, smiling mischievously at him, with your clothing shaking obnoxiously over where your hand is working.

His pink tongue swipes over his grin, the tip stopping on the edge of his canine. He doesn't really know how to keep his composure. You're incredibly hot, like that, acting like a slut in the middle of class after having been caught; looking at him this way, with that familiar spark winking at him, you're so hot and so sweet, when he knows it's not even to tease him but so you can share with him a likeliness of release. You're so dirty and you're his. He wants to lean over and swallow you whole.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax. Grinding on your chair, like a bitch in heat, he can tell when you really hit it from how hard it's become for you to minimize your movements. Through the haze of your blurry gaze, you can see his lovesome eyes and bright smile. God, is he handsome.

“You're crazy.” He lets out behind his hand, concealing the blatant grin he can't withhold. You grab the said hand, dragging it and sneaking it between your legs for him to touch and feel the mess he's responsible for. When he brings the hand back to his face, he kisses the fingertips, pink tongue peeking out, tasting with utter pleasure your nectar like a pollinating bee.

“Wow.” She sounds unenthusiastic. Blank and fairly bored. Half of your face scrunched up by the hand holding your head up from hitting the top of the table, you stare with a wondering eye. “You're so whipped for... this guy's dick.” She notes, pointing with a lean finger at your textbook.

The book is opened on the index page, messed up on the corners with traces of ink here and there, scribbles of pieces of information concerning the lessons to be found ahead. You're not responsible for those. Your personal touch consists of little drawings of penises and pointy noses and slender hands gathered here and there. Your quill stops mid-movement when you realize that you're drawing one of those shafts again.

Maybe you're a bit obsessed with him, yeah.

“By 'this guy' you mean my boyfriend?” Your best friend rolls her eyes before bringing a hand to her mouth and feign to stick two fingers in to make herself throw up. You're the one rolling your eyes now. She's always been dramatic. Icy queen pretending anything more or less romance-related irks her to no end. She tries so hard though, you're sure she hides something.

The thing is your best friend is not, necessarily, the sweetest of soul. She's actually very far from it. So as much as the questions have been piling up in the back of your mind -especially when you see her disappear for hours on end to then come back to you, with a new glint in her eyes, throwing suspicious glances to this one younger Slytherin guy who always seems to be sulking- you decide to let them just where they are, not ready to be lashed out by the furious dragon she can turn herself into. If she wants to open up about it, probably she will. It's complicated sometimes to be friends with someone so secretive. But you chose her.

“D'you have some gold?” She asks. Her attention is not on you. It's focused on something or someone else, far behind you. You're tempted to look but you're not sure, given the expression on her face -it's the one look she harbours when she's up to mess with someone. You're still frustrated from this morning virtual blue balls. You're planning on getting Hoseok's glorious dick in three hours time, and it's all that fucking matters right now. Hence the bunch of precum beads winking at you from the top of your doodled cocks. Would he think those representations are accurate? Maybe you should ask him to pose for you. All naked. Damn. “Do you?”

For good measures, you ask, knowing you won't get involved in anything today, no matter what her response happens to be, “What for?”

“I'd like to send someone a letter.”

Oh?

“That's nice!” You clap your hands quite loudly, handing her generously more than she needs to purchase a magical card and even pay the fee to send it away as happy as you are that she's doing something sweet for a change.

“It is nice.” She smiles at you in a way you don't like. Eyes dark, grin resembling a wolf hungry snarl. She's more Slytherin than most. Way more than you. You sigh, deeply.

“Miss, I'd appreciate if you would quiet it down a bit. It might not be your case, but some students here have a future they would like to study for.” Your friend is staring at you with a smirk biting her lips. You raise your face, smiling the most honey-coated beam you own at Mr Filch. He's not happy about you. Which you can understand. You tend to be loud and obnoxious. But you don't even remember being loud just now. It is "study hours" but you are in the Great Hall, not in the fucking library. Still, you know better than to upset the old man so you excuse yourself smoothly leaving him to mumble and grumble away between his teeth.

“He's right. Look at you drawing all those mushrooms,” You chuckle loudly at that. “-instead of thinking about your future-” “I thought about my future for your information. I'm planning on becoming the biggest legend of Quidditch's bitch for the rest of my life. Isn't it great?”

“Wow. Sounds phenomenal.” The sarcasm is dripping from her very breath.

“It is! You know, Muggles, they have this thing called sugar daddy and I've decided that Hoseok will be mine.”

“You know I hate Muggles. Stop talking to me about the weird shits that they do.”

“It's not weird!”

“MISS Y/N!” Yells Mr Filch from the other end of the Great Hall. And when you see him lumping furiously through the whole room, expression looking like he's ready to grab you and throw you in one of his alleged torture basements, you pack your things in a rush, waving goodbye to your friend who's cackling her ass off on top of her parchments.

When Hoseok walks in through the door, you're waiting for him, your fingers prepared in the air, ready to catch his ear in a crab-like hold. Catching sight of you, he loses too much time startling and is left with not enough to avoid your attack, therefore, you seize him and pulling hard on your prey.

“Aa-ah-aah-” He screeches, voice loud and high, trying to follow your movement to limit the pain but you're mad and make it so that it hurts as much as possible.

“Where were you? I've been waiting for you forever!”

“The team had- AAAH” Your nails dig in the sensitive flesh. Irritating. This stupid team. You do want him to become the next Quidditch legend of the wizarding world, sure. But you know he's already good enough to become it. He doesn't need extra training, unlike those lame asses that compose the rest of the team. He's been carrying the team and its victories for years, since the very first game he's played, five years ago. Why they drag him through never-ending extra practices is beyond you.

Usually, you wouldn't be scorching his ear but the rest of the Slytherin team's. It has happened before when he's come back to his or your dorm at fucking ridiculous hours of the night, sometimes hurt because that's how bad his team players are. But you're not in the mood today. The three hours you thought you had to wait for your boyfriend to come back to you and spoil you the way you need, turned into seven. It's not anyone else's fault but his now.

“You made me wait all fucking day, Hoseok.” You're a sulking mess, now. Letting your grip go, you walk backwards for him to witness the pouty lip, the sad puppy eye.

Massaging his red ear mindlessly, he breathes out, “I'm sorry, baby.” Shoulders shrug dismissively -he's here now- allowing at the same time your robe to slide along your arms to reveal your naked form. Your skin is shimmering slightly from the body lotion you've applied carefully earlier while waiting for him and he catches sight of it immediately, smiling softly.

You lie on your back, watching him trying to undress so fast, he almost knocks his own forehead on the bed frame when he tries to rip his left foot free from his pants. His face is all cute frowns, funny grimaces and corny winks; his voice all overwrought groans, adorable whines, he's biting on his lip, savouring with his eyes what his mouth can't feast on just yet. You're overwhelmed by excitation. It's your Hoseok and you're about to have him all for your own. You're delighted.

“Are you that hard from me pinching your ear, Hobi?” He flushes, minuscule dimples poking at the corner of his silky mouth, eyes darting to the straight, hard haft waving your way.

“You know how hot you look when you're mad.” He climbs over you, predatory gaze melting with the mirror of its own. His mouth smashes against yours as his hips do yours, one set of slender fingers wrapping around your neck. He's grinding insistently, ending in you panting already, mouth wide open for his tongue to lap inside.

“Fuck, Hobi...” He falls down from your gaping lips, teeth grazing your neck hard enough to turn the skin red while your fingers deep in his mop of satiny chestnut hair, scratching his scalp, pulling at the strand to make him grind harder, groan and breath louder.

“You smell so good...” You grin to yourself. You deserve a tap on the back for the choice of lotion you've made. It was new and expensive as hell, as tend to be Muggles' cosmetics, but it was worth it from the way he's lapping at your skin with such eagerness, inhaling obscenely, his pretty eyes reflecting the shimmer recovering your body. “Uhm. Should I eat you out?”

“No...” A harsh bite, a whimper. “Later. Once you've filled me up.”

His chest constricts, letting the loud and notably high in pitch laughter of your boyfriend bursts in your ear, rendering you deaf for a second. When he relatively succeeds to calm down, Hoseok raises on his arms, taking a good look at your inquiring expression.

“You're so fucking nasty, baby girl...” He thrusts downward, his tip grazes precisely where you need him and you decide you are done waiting. Pushing him away for you to turn around, getting on all fours, ass shaking for his greatest enjoyement.

“Hobi, I've waited so long, please, I'm ready.” And maybe you sound a bit desperate, look a bit obscene with your ass straight in the air, shaking for the sole purpose of making his determination to take his time waver and just fuck you already. You just don't like to wait. If your little sexcapade from this morning tells anything about you, it's how impatient you are, how spoiled you like yourself to be, especially by your boyfriend. He has another rhythm in mind but no matter how exciting it feels to have his big hands spread on your ass cheeks, squeezing and parting so he can see you better, no matter how nice the idea of his gaze burning your sex, his heavy breath hitting the wetness you're covered in, it's not enough and you don't want it now. “Baby, please. I deserve it.”

“You do, baby girl. I'm gonna give it to you.” He is so hard, tip an angry crimson and balls tight as hell but he can't help but lean over to bite the flesh of one of your cheeks and place a sloppy kiss on the other. Merlin, he hopes he'll have more time later to indulge in his urges to eat your ass until he makes you tear up enough for you to be able to taste the salty yet sweet pearls on your lip.

The first thrust feels painful for the both of you. You're so wet he just slides in but the sensation of being filled up again, so nice, so full, by Hoseok makes your walls hug him roughly; and he can feel you, hugging, compressing him too many times, he doesn't know if it's simple projection from his dick but he found it harder for him to breathe.

You're getting used to him progressively and soon enough he's able to back all the way out to slam back in, even further than he had before. “I've missed you, ___.” He chokes out, mouth pressed to your shoulder blade, kissing pure love that aims and shoots directly in your heart.

You're buried in the pillows, mumbling, “Missed you too. So much.” It's been less than a week, actually, since the last time you were able to get in bed and have him buried deep in your cunt. Fucking school assignments, fucking Quidditch practices and matches, fucking ridiculous new dormitory policies, and fucking uncooperative housemates. The past week had been a bitch.

Your relationship is based on way more than sex -even if this is how it actually started, with you walking on a certain freaky Hufflepuff rubbing one-off in the middle of the little pool-like bathtub of the prefects' bathroom-. Hoseok is hilarious, dorky and exuberant. You match, carrying around the same riotus energy and you two are each other's ideal crowd. Also Hoseok, when he needs to be, can be the sweetest, most tender shoulder to lean on. He is easy to talk to, about anything. He's funny, he's soft, he's so good, benevolent, and you're in love, so deeply in love with this boy. That being said his dick is a piece of art and works a magic none of the biggest wizards of this world could ever attempt to master. And, when you don't get to feel it, not only do you miss it but feel an upsetting emotion constantly troubling your mood. I guess your best friend is right: You're pretty whipped for the guy's cock.

You know you're not the only one feeling this way though. The way he melts into you, showering your back with kisses and bites, hands digging everywhere, trying to tattoo your skin with his love, he misses you as much as you miss him.

When he's done being so overwhelmed by finally feeling you the way he craved to for days, he can tear his chest away from you to stand straight and tall on his knees, allowing himself to pound into you the way you both love. It feels amazing, you like to think that it's the idea of being with you again that helps him reach new hidden resources the four hours he's passed on a field playing Quidditch with a bunch of losers did not manage to dry out.

Hoseok sucks his thumb in his own mouth, soaking it in saliva before he's pressing it between your ass cheeks, circling tentatively on your surprisingly not so tight ring. He chuckles to himself. Because it's always like that. He's not complaining, he knows -and he can feel it as he moves his finger in and out, at a terribly slow path as opposed to the hard one followed by his hips- that you did not overdo it. You always make sure to prep yourself to not waste any fun time, not too much though so to guarantee the lovely stretch will still be here. It's once he's fit three fingers in that he squeals, “I almost forgot! Babe, I've made something!”

He gets fidgety behind you, reaching out for something you can't see, as you sigh, struggling to contain your impatience. He's thoughtful enough to hold your hips still with one hand, either it is for your comfort or by fear of his dick catching a cold, you're not quite sure. “You're gonna love it.” He prophesizes once his attention is back on you, leaning on his heels to have you relax on his lap.

His voice turns low, focused on each syllables as he enounces a bunch of different words you never would fit together, so close, in the same sentence; pronouncing a self-made spell you know won't ever appear in one of Hogwart's textbooks -which is probably for the best.

There's a warmth finding itself and spreading around your empty hole and slowly, something seems to grow from nothingness, progressively filling your ass up entirely. It's bigger than Hoseok's lean fingers, hotter, wetter, soft like the silky skin of his cock, rather than the rougher one of his hands. It starts moving in and out slowly, and you assume Hoseok has grabbed the end of it and is now testing it apprehensively. “I've been working on it for weeks.”

“Fuck, Hobi-” You choke out between pants and whines, back bending always further, desperate to get the most of the experience.

“How does it feel?” Ugh. “Wait, there's more!” He's picking up his wand again, shaking it in the air and mumbling more words that this time, brain so fucked up and intoxicated, you can't even decipher. Not that you really try.

Suddenly, there's a little buzz. You hear it before you feel it because it wavers, it faints away and comes back but never quite strong enough to be shaking you from the inside. Observing you from up there, he giggles, “From now on, please refer to me as Genius- Genhobi? Hobi-brai- Hobrain? That sounds a bit off but-”

That's when you burst out in a fit of laughter, so strong it shakes you up more than his spell did and makes his cock slip out of you. Hoseok grins in return. With a quick gesture of his wand, he turns his spell off. Leaning over your back, he brushes the hair out of the way to get a good look at the hilarity rolling down your cheek, fondness burning painfully his heart.

“It's not-” A wheeze. He's all ears, mouth stretched from one ear to the other. “It exists already. Muggles created this decades ago, probably a century even...” His face falls, mouth in a button and big wide eyes sceptical hanging under a set of terribly sad-looking droopy eyebrows. “What?” He asks quietly.

“It's called a vibrator. They make it and sell it in sex shops and-” You're mid-cackle when his whole demeanour, slopping down miserably on himself, eyes shiny with so much disappointment, you suspect he might actually start crying. You stop right away, turning around and reaching for his neck you wrap your arms lovingly around, pressing his face to your breast. “Oh, baby... It's okay.”

“I thought-”

“I know, it's fine. I appreciate you trying, hm? That's really cute.” He groans, nose scrunching up. “You're cute. Come on!” Getting back on all fours, you smile brightly at him. “It's whatever! Don't you wanna come? Cause I do...” Hoseok grabs you by the thighs, dragging you hard enough for you to lose balance and fall flat on your stomach, before he flips you over and leans in between your legs, mouth pressing to yours on reflex when his face is close enough.

“It's your fault. If you didn't know all those Muggles' stupid shits-”

“I grew up as a Muggle, dickhead.”

“And then why-” He hisses when he finally slips back in the comfort of your sex. “-did you not bring one of those for us?”

“To have my dad find it during one of his impromptu friskings through my stuff?”

“Fair-” His hips stutter at a particularly unforgiving squeeze of your walls around him, he groans loud mouth pressed hard to your ear, “You feel so good, baby.”

“You feel good. You fill me up so well, Hobi.” He does. He'll never know, no matter how many times you say it, how much you mean it. How perfect he fits in you as if your walls were craved for his cock only. And he fucks you so good. Hips rolling expertly against your pelvis to make sure your clit is taken care of, brushed over and pressed hard between you two as he's just started doing, knowing the both of you are not that far from finishing. You love when he does that. It's harsh, ruthless and stimulates you just right but it always leaves you red and abused and stinging a little for the hours and sometimes days to come. You love that. With Hogwarts' decency policies, you can't even wear a few purple marks on your neck as a reminder of who owns you and how well he's treated you. That sting is sometimes all you have to do so, to distract you when sitting in History of Magic class you wonder why the hell you're still wasting your fucking time with all those informations you couldn't care less about.

“Hobi, m'gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby. Come with me-” He's panting against your face, sweat droplets threatening to fall on it from how hard he is beating his hips against yours.

“Fuck! I need-”

Of course, Hoseok knows exactly what you need, therefore he hastens to growl, “Iloveyou- fuck, Iloveyou! Comewith-” The ball of light that has been growing inside both your bellies burst, blinding you both for a few seconds, rendering you deaf to the earsplitting, probably embarrassing, screams and earthshaking moans. You can feel him, coating your walls, as they clench repeatedly and smother him entirely, milking him out of every last drop he has to offer.

“Fucking Merlin...” Hoseok mumbles, body melting into yours as you tighten your grasp around him. You're stuck in a blur, barely conscious it seems, actively trying not to cry for some reason. It's Hoseok's lively laughter that brings you back from how far you've gone. “How come you're so nasty but you only get there when you're reminded how much I love you? You big baby.”

You're already too hot and red-cheeked to flush at his teasing, but your ego bruises a little bit. Not much though as you know how right he is. And how alike you two are anyway.

“Isn't your mouth supposed to be doing something else right now?” Hoseok shoots you his glorious grin before he's sliding down along your body, disappearing from your sight, eager to give you what you asked for earlier.

[apriorisea]

BTS Imagine Series: Safety First, Pt 6

Yoongi x You

You’d made yourself leave the house again, committing to getting your grocery shopping done even though nothing sounded remotely appealing. Halfway home, you feel your phone go off in your back pocket; you’d purposefully kept it on silent, tucked away, so you wouldn’t have to see every time the others texted/called you. So you wouldn’t have to see that he hadn’t texted or called you.     The day had passed so slowly, but you prided yourself on the fact that you hadn’t cried yet. The thought sparks a million more, and you have to take a very careful breath as it swarms you: I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.     You park, get out of the car, and gather up your groceries, all while your phone buzzes away in your pocket. A part of you is dying to look at it; the others hadn’t updated you on Yoongi’s state today, and the worry you kept trying to push down was gnawing away at your peace of mind. Stop.     As you draw close to your floor, you realize that it’s packed with people. Your natural anxiety kicks in, and all the ‘on-the-job’ training you’d gotten from a year+ of dating Yoongi makes you freeze, preparing to drop everything and run.     Before you can do anything, you hear your name and see Hoseok’s face behind the sea of scary-looking men dressed in black. “...Hobi?”    He pushes through the security team---because now that you’re not panicking, you can clearly see that’s who they are---and wraps you in a hug. “Why didn’t you answer your phone??” he demands.     You’re taken aback by his intensity. “It was in my pocket,” you say, inhaling sharply in surprise when your shopping bags are taken from you by the security team. “I haven’t...I haven’t really been looking at it.” He’s hugging you tightly. “What’s wrong?”     “Kyepichui.” You hear Namjoon before you see him, but he soon strides into view. He offers a nervous smile. “Let’s get you inside.”     You pull back from Hoseok’s hug and look at him. “What’s happened?” Your heart sinks. “Yoongi---” you inhale. “Is he--is he okay??”     Namjoon grabs your hand, tugging you carefully towards your apartment. You’re surprised to see your door already standing open, a few security members already inside. Your mind is bursting with questions, but you allow Namjoon to guide you inside; as soon as you’re settled on the couch between him and Hoseok, the security team closes the door, locks it, and then stands guard on either side.     “Guys,” you say quietly, your entire body sagging with anxiety. “What is going on?”     “Over the past 3 weeks, we have received threats.” The security team leader stands directly across from you, hands clasped in front of him rigidly. “The intensity of which increased recently.” You feel Hoseok reach out for your hand as he keeps talking: multiple posts on Instagram/Twitter/fansites, all of them threatening your safety, demonstrating knowledge of your schedule and possibly even your address. You feel your stomach clench tighter by the second, and as the team leader goes on to detail the exact wording of some of the threats, you feel your mind slipping away. Yoongi was right.     “Hey.” You feel Hoseok shake your hand a little. “You okay?”     “Everything’s going to be fine,” Namjoon says quickly. “They’re already close to resolving it, we just came by to make sure you were okay until then.”     The team leader murmurs something to his teammate, then clears his throat. “We’ve got to go,” he says, looking at Namjoon and Hoseok.     You feel a sense of relief. “Protocol?” you ask, waiting until he nods before looking back at the others. “So someone is with him?”     “Yes,” Namjoon is getting slowly to his feet. “And someone will be with you.”     At Hoseok’s silent insistence, you look over at him. “And you guys need to go.”     “I think it would be fine if I stayed,” Hoseok tries. “There would still be security here, and---” He meets Namjoon’s eyes and falters. Sighing, he leans over and kisses the side of your head and then gets to his feet. “I’m really glad you’re okay. Stay here and try not to worry too much, okay?” He waves his phone at you. “We’ll be in constant contact.”     You nod. “Is....is he still at the company?” you ask, reaching for your own phone, and starting to scroll through the missed calls and texts.     “Yes. With his own bodyguard,” the team leader says, clearly getting antsy.      You try to answer, but before you can, you see his name listed amongst your missed calls. The guilt bubbles up immediately, and you barely have enough wherewithal to smile faintly up at Namjoon, Hoseok, and the majority of the team as they leave.     The man left behind---your usual personal security member---eyes your phone. “We want to keep the lines clear for official communication.”     You look at him vaguely. “Even my personal phone?”     He gives you a kind smile. “Just for now.”     “....can I text Y---people?” You can’t forget his name listed next to the big bold letters MISSED CALL. He’d tried to call me, and I didn’t answer. He must be.....     “Yes,” the bodyguard answers. He’s standing awkwardly in your living room, waiting for something.     You pull up your message conversation with Yoongi and glance up at the other man. “Do you want something to eat? Drink?” You realize the others had put your groceries on the table. “I just got some apples, chips, and salsa, if you’re hungry.”     He smiles gratefully. “I’m okay.”     “Feel free to sit,” you add. “You can turn on the TV, grab a book, whatever...you know the WiFi password.”     “Thanks.” He wanders over to check the door, then goes to the kitchen and pulls out a chair. “Do you want me to put these away?”     “Oh, you don’t have to, I---”     “It’s all right.” He’s already un-bagging the things, his familiarity with your apartment allowing him to put things away easily. You know he’s trying to give you some privacy, and for that, you’re grateful.     I’m okay. It’s the first thing you type into the text, the first thing you know he would want to see. I’m not alone, the door is locked, I’m safe. I’m so sorry.     You’re not sure what else to say, so you send that and chew on your lip, staring at your phone, waiting for a reply. After a few minutes, you realize the sounds in the kitchen have gone silent. You look up to find him looking at you.     He smiles faintly. “Things are going to be a little crazy right now,” he says mildly. “Don’t be surprised if you don’t hear from them for a while.”     You know he’s probably just trying to make you feel better, but you nod anyways. “Right.” You study him for a second. The two of you knew each other fairly well; he’d been assigned to you since the start, and you’d spend plenty of time around each other in everyday life and critical situations. You trusted him. “What’s the risk level to them?”     He sits down. “Low.” He meets your eyes honestly. “The threats that were received were very specific.”     “As in, they only mentioned me?”     “Yes.” He’s watching you, trying to gauge how you’re taking it. “But the protocol is put in place for that slim margin of possibility.”     You take a small breath. “I--I know.” Glancing back down at your phone, you stare at the non-existent text message. “....Do you know why I wasn’t told?”     He sighs heavily. “I don’t know for sure, but I think he---they---didn’t want to worry you.”     There’s nothing to worry about! You hear yourself saying to Yoongi. You’re being dramatic. Over-protective. The pit in your stomach aches. I’m sorry. “Right,” you say again. There’s a moment of silence, then you turn on the TV and extend the remote towards him. “Do you have a preference?” He shakes his head, so you turn on a rerun of a game show and exchange the remote for your phone: still no message.     “I think this will be handled quickly,” he says, leaning back in the chair. “Everything will be back to normal soon.”     You stare at your phone screen. Normal, you think. I miss him.

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It’s been years since he’d gotten the news.     He glances blearily at his watch: it had only been a few hours. He reaches for his phone, which is difficult given how much his hands are shaking. When he finally manages to get it, he opens up his messages, and stares at it: I’m okay. I’m not alone, the door is locked, I’m safe. I’m so sorry.     A part of his mind starts screaming for you, but as he peers at the message through his swollen eyes, he shakes his head again. “No.” It can’t be real. She hates you right now. You’re making things up. He reads the text again, and he wants it to be real so badly that it’s hard to breathe.     But once again, he talks himself down. You’re exhausted, his mind whispers. You’ve been seeing things. It’s not real. It’s not real, it’s not real.     He drops his phone back to the desk and sinks back in his seat, his vision going blurry as he sits there. Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe....

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It’s a couple hours before you hear back from anyone, and then, as the text messages roll in, you feel the anxiety swallow you up when it’s not him.     JIMIN: u ok? everything is ok. hopefully i can come see u soon     JIN: Hang in there. Maybe we should do pizza tonight when we’re free??     Still no response from Yoongi.     HOSEOK: I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. Are you mad?     NAMJOON: I just spoke with the team leader--we’re close     TAEHYUNG: <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3     JUNGKOOK: Yoongi’s fine.     JUNGKOOK: I mean, he’s SAFE. He’s still not fine*     92 minutes past that, you get the all-clear. “The suspects were apprehended,” your bodyguard says, smiling at your clearly relieved expression. “Protocol has been lifted.” He glances at his phone. “The boys are all headed back to the company for a briefing.”     “That’s...that’s really good,” you manage. “Do I need to---?”     He shakes his head. “The local police are going to keep an eye on your house for the next few days, we have scheduled continuous drivebys, but everything should be back to normal now. I can stay for a while if you want---?”     “No.” You smile at his expression; you both knew that you didn’t want him here any longer than he had to be. “Thank you,” you add, reaching out to squeeze his forearm.     “I’ll keep you updated,” he promises, then pulls on his shoes, and with a final smile, leaves.     There’s still no reply from Yoongi.     You stay on your feet, pacing nervously as you type a group message: Glad everyone is safe. I texted Yoongi and haven’t heard back. Can someone please check on him and let me know?     JUNGKOOK: We are glad YOU are safe. Can we come by and visit after our meeting?     JIMIN: YES, we will check on him. don’t worry <3     JIN: We’re not back yet. As soon as we see him, we’ll tell you.     You take a small breath, but your apartment feels stifled somehow. Wrapping your arms across your stomach, you try to isolate the cause.     “You knew,” you whisper. “You knew there was something wrong. Why didn’t you just tell me?” Feeling your heart ache, you realize that even though you’re still a little angry, you’re mostly just guilt-ridden. I’m so sorry. You look at your phone again. “Please just text me back.”     You force yourself to sit down, changing the channel on the TV to something more interesting, and promise yourself that you won’t check your phone again until the next commercial break.     45 minutes pass and you feel like you’re going to lose your mind.     You text the group again: Guys??     16 minutes later, you jump out of your skin as your phone starts buzzing. You nearly drop it in your attempt to look at the screen: your heart starts racing as you see Jimin’s contact. “Hello?”     “I need you not to panic,” he says immediately, and your world starts spinning. “We can’t find Yoongi right now.”     “What?” You get to your feet abruptly, your anxiety thundering out of control. “What do you mean you can’t find him?”     He releases a tiny breath and his own worry bleeds through. “He was with us for the meeting, and then at some point he slipped out and now we can’t find him and he’s not answering his phone.”     “Why didn’t you text me as soon as you saw him?” It comes out more accusatory than you meant.     “He....He didn’t look very good. We didn’t want to worry you until we were able to get him---”     “What do you mean he didn’t look very good?”     There’s a commotion and suddenly Jin’s voice is filtering through the speaker: “He’s exhausted, dehydrated, hasn’t eaten much, and the stress has obviously gotten to him. He looks like a zombie.”     For the first time in 24 hours, the tears crawl back up your throat. “He’s...he....Jin, where is he?”     “We’re not sure, but we’re going to find him.” Jin manages to sound calm, even though you know he is panicking. “Some are checking the whole company building, some of us are headed back to the dorm, some are checking out his apartment. We’re going to find him.”     “I’m calling him,” you say shortly. “Please tell me immediately if you find him.”     “He’s okay, you---”     You don’t hear the rest of Jin’s explanation. He hasn’t slept. You feel like you can’t breathe. He hasn’t eaten, hasn’t had enough water. He’s not taking care of himself, he’s stumbling around like a zombie. You dial his number and hold the phone to your ear. He could be anywhere. “Please answer, please answer, please answer.”     It rings and rings and rings. You hang up, and then try again immediately. “Answer your---” You freeze suddenly at the sound of a familiar ringtone. You pull the phone away from your ear and listen as hard as you can and---there it was again.     Two weeks into your relationship, he had insisted on changing your ringtone to something special, “so I’ll know when to answer the phone.” You’d teased him at first, but he’d been so sincere that you’d finally taken his phone from him, browsing through the ringtone selection faux-seriously.     You picked the worst one---the most obnoxious, jarring one on the whole list---and called his number right away, giggling at his irritated expression. But just to get back at you, he’d kept that stupid ringtone, the one with the robotic-sounding horns and annoying beeping.     The one you can hear in the hallway right now.

[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.23

Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing: Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre: Angst/Humor

Words: ~2200

Ding dong.

Assuming that it was Jungkook, I opened the door with a breezy “Good Morning”, but was momentarily dumbfounded as I saw Jimin standing at my doorstep. “You’re not Jungkook.” The words escaped my mouth involuntarily.

Jimin looked up, and sighed loudly. “Every damn time!” He said in a frustrated voice.

I gasped, putting my hand to my mouth. “Oh my God Jimin I’m so sorry that wasn't intentional!” I said, and he scoffed. “It would actually have been better if it was.” He said, sighing again.

I winced, feeling guilty at this strange series of coincidences that kept happening between me and Jimin. Series of coincidences...that didn't even make any sense. “Anyways....come in.” I said, and he looked sideways, pouting while having his arms crossed over his chest, not saying anything.

“Oh come on!” I said, and pulled him inside by grabbing his hand. “Oof! Why are you so strong for a small girl?” He said, surprised by the sudden force with which I pulled him. I came to a halt at his words, having reached to the middle of the room, and left his hand. “Who said small people can't be strong?” I said, turning back to glare at him.

He crossed his arms over his chest again, a smug look on his face. “I never said small people can’t be strong. I mean, look at me. I am pretty strong, aren't I?”

I gasped, suppressing a laughter. “Did you just call yourself small?”

He widened his eyes, having realised what he had done. “Uhm, I mean-I didn't-I actually-Damn it Jungkook!”

I started laughing. He kept looking at me for a few seconds, and then joined me. After a few seconds, we started laughing harder than before, and then, even more harder than that, so hard that it brought tears in both of our eyes. A couple of minutes later, we stopped abruptly, looking at each other. It was then that I realised that the tears we had in our eyes were not happy ones, they arose from the pain which was buried deep inside. The pain of leaving them. The pain of saying goodbye.

“Y/N, don't go.” He said. The tears in his eyes were threatening to fall and take me away with them. I gulped, looking down so that I could avoid looking at his face. “Jimin, please.. don't.”

“Y/N…please.” He took a step forward, and I involuntarily stepped back. “Jimin, you know I can't..so please…stop. I’m begging you.”

He looked at me for one long moment with a look which I couldn't comprehend. “Is leaving that important for you?”

“It is important for my sanity.” I said, turning my back towards him. “And besides, nothing is going to resolve itself if I stay.” I looked down at the floor.

“And it will if you leave?” He snapped. I looked up, searching for something to say but after a few seconds of fruitless brainstorming, gave up – I was dumbfounded.

“Every problem has a solution, don’t you think?” He said again. I felt his voice coming closer and I took a few steps ahead. “Yeah, that’s why I am leaving.”

“For God's sake Y/N, why do you always think running away will solve everything??”

“Then tell me what’s the solution, Jimin!!!!” I turned around, yelling. “Can you solve this? Can you make sure to find a solution that results in a happy ending for everyone??”

“What if I say I can?” He said slowly, stepping closer. I started stepping backwards again, unbeknownst to me, and he grabbed my shoulders, stopping me. “Stop running away from me, Y/N!”

I gasped, looking at him, and then his hands on my shoulders. I looked back at him, wordlessly.

“What if I say I have a solution like that?” He repeated. I sighed closing my eyes for a brief second, and then opened them again.

“Okay, Jimin. Let's hear it.”

He blinked once, looking at me, and then removed his hands from my shoulders. “The whole problem is the rumors, right? The rumors of you being a player or whatever….we just need to show them you’re not one.”

“Great idea, genius. I definitely never thought about this before.” I rolled my eyes.

“Y/N…” He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and then sighed. “I mean…they just need to see that you are with someone, for real this time. That’s what is going to stop these rumors, and it will also not ruin anyone's image.”

“And that is exactly what is not possible, Jimin.” I looked outside the window, my eyes distant. “Tae and me….is never going to happen.” Saying the words out loud pricked me in the heart like a needle, and I gulped, trying to control myself. I had always known me and Tae were not meant to be, but now that it was confirmed, it hurt more somehow. Maybe because there was no space for secretly hoping anymore, which I had been doing since the past 7 years.

“I know.” Jimin said, with a meaningful look in his eyes. “But Y/N…I'm still here, aren't I?”

“What do you mean?”

He took my hand in his, stepping closer. “I mean, I am he-"

“You do know that you should keep your front door closed in case someone unwanted wants to enter, right?”

We both jumped at the sound, and Jimin let go of my hands. “Geez, Jungkook, at least knock before you come in.”

He narrowed his eyes, holding his hand in the air to count out loud. “One, the door was open. Two, I’m still at the doorstep, I haven't entered. And three, I am freaking Jeon Jungkook, I don't need permission to enter.”

We both scoffed at his answer. He smirked, and let himself in without waiting for any one of us to speak. “What were you two doing anyway?” He said, plopping down on the couch.

“I was trying to convince her to stay.” Jimin said, sighing. "Until you interjected."

“Excuse me, interjected?” He said, sitting upright. “I came here to help her in packing her stuff? Did you hear that? Packing!! You can see that I have given up, and when I have given up myself, you don't think you actually stand a chance, do you?”

“Yeah, why would I, when the almighty Jeon Jungkook has failed.” Jimin rolled his eyes. Jungkook looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out the true meaning of his words, looking at me in the process. I shrugged : I didn’t know what he meant either.

“Anyways, forget it. I didn’t come here to deal with tiny hyung here.” he said, shaking his head, and Jimin stepped forward, possibly to smack Jungkook in his face, and I grabbed his arms to stop him from advancing any further. Jungkook pretended to be oblivious to this scuffle of ours. “What I was saying is that I came here to help you pack, and I brought reinforcements.”

“Reinforcements?” I asked, letting go of Jimin.

Jungkook nodded, looking at the door. I and Jimin looked at the door, where there was no one, and Jungkook, who was smiling, immediately changed his expression. “Ahh would you please come in right about now, you’re ruining my dramatic effect here!!”

Me and Jimin looked outside, following his gaze, and still could see no one, but instead, could hear some voices coming from outside the door. We stood, listening quietly.

“Would you just stop protesting for crying out loud?”

“Ahh why do I have to do this??”

“Hold this for a second please, I gotta do something about him!”

“Stop tickling me!!”

“Would you stop jumping around and stand still for a moment?”

“Can you be quick I’m falling down here? This shit is heavy!”

“You bought that shit, mine isn't even heavy jackass!!”

I, as well as Jimin, frowned at the voices. “What’s going on there?” I said slowly, and advanced towards the door, with Jimin and Jungkook following me. And as we looked outside, we stood mesmerised at the scene in front of us, as the other members stood there, looking at us, caught in their act. Jin had both of his hands around a scoffing Yoongi, holding him tightly and stopping him from moving, while Namjoon had his phone in his mouth and his hands in Yoongi's pockets. Meanwhile, Hoseok was buried behind a pile of gifts and looked about ready to fall down.

“Hi, Y/N.” Jin said, blinking.

“We can explain.” Namjoon said, his phone still in his mouth.

I stood with my mouth wide for a moment, wordlessly, before I started laughing.

Jimin shook his head. “It’s not really a mystery, is it? Yoongi hyung didn't want to come, and he was protesting so you two tried to take out his phone to get an edge on him, giving all of the things you were holding in Hobi hyung's hands in the process. Am I right?”

They looked at each other. “Yeah, that’s about right.” Yoongi shrugged, and everyone else jumped, leaving him. "Once we get home boys, once we get home." He glared at all of them, and they shuddered.

I sighed. “Come in.”

They all nodded, stepping forward. “In my defense, I would like to say that I didn't want to come because I know you don't have that much stuff you need help in packing with.” Yoongi said. I frowned. He was right, I didn't have that much stuff to pack actually. “Sounds about right.” I nodded vigorously.

“Oh come on, we all know that. Packing was just an excuse, we just wanted to hang out with her for a last time before she leaves, Yoongi.” Jin said, and then his gaze fell on my door. “They wrote stuff again?” He said, scoffing angrily. Everyone else stopped, looking at the door as well.

“Yeah, I don't care anymore, don't worry.” I said, and then stopped. “Wait, what do you mean 'again'?”

“I mean, after Taehyung spray painted on it, they should've-“

“Hold on a second, Tae?” I said, mouth agape, and turned towards Jungkook. “Why didn't you spray paint over the writings, Kookie??”

“I..what now??” Jungkook frowned, confused.

Jimin sighed, looking down. “Taehyung…” He whispered in a voice that no one could hear.

“Uh..can anyone tell me what’s going on? Because I’m still confused.”

We all looked in the direction of the voice, and couldn’t stop ourselves from laughing as we saw Hoseok still standing where he was, his head buried behind the presents he was holding.

“Oh Hobi…let me help you with that.” I said, stepping forward to ease his burden. “Thanks,” he said, giving me a bright smile. “Those are for you, by the way.”

“Oh really?” I looked at the presents, my eyes twinkling. “That’s so sweet of you guys!” I said, pouting, suddenly starting to miss them already, when I hadn’t even left yet. How was I going to live without them?

“We would have come tomorrow to spend the last day with you, but we only had time today.” Namjoon said. “Besides, this guy here said that tomorrow was only for you and him.” He pointed at Jungkook.

“You're damn right it is.” Jungkook said, flashing me a bunny smile, and I laughed a little. “Okay then, we will make the most of today.” I said, smiling widely because I was getting to hang out with them, even for one last time before I left. “Come in then.” I said, and stepped inside, followed by Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and then Hoseok. Jimin was behind them, and started stepping forward to follow us, sighing softly.

“What are you here for, hyung?”

He stopped, and turned back to look at a frowning Jungkook with his arms folded over his chest. He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the thing you were about to say to Y/N-ah before I, interjected.” He stepped closer. Jimin said nothing, staring at Jungkook, and Jungkook frowned again, narrowing his eyes.

“What do you mean by you are still here, hyung?”

Jimin blinked. “I mean, I’m still here for her. Like, I mean, all of us.”

“Uh-huh,” Jungkook said, nodding slowly, raising an eyebrow, but then changed his expression back to normal when he saw me walking towards him.

“Hey, what are you two doing here? I said come in!!”

“Yeah, I was just about to do that.” He smiled, and entered inside. Jimin kept looking at Jungkook, as he walked past him without looking in his direction even once.

“Hello?” I snapped my fingers in front of Jimin, and he turned back to look at me. “Do you need a special invitation?”

He smiled, and shook his head, turning around to go in.

I smiled as I saw him enter, and then my smile faded, as I looked back at the door. “I wish you were here Tae..” I said in a low voice. “So many things I want to say to you..so many moments I want to spend…so many memories I want to make with you to take back with me. I understand you don’t wanna be with me, but do you want to end everything we had, forever?”

My questions were met with silence, as they always did. I knew that was because he was not here…but I also knew it would have been the same even if he was. Still…I wished he was here. So that I could see him. For one last time, at least.

“I miss you…” I whispered, touching the door lightly, my throat choking up.

“…I love you, Tae.”

“Can you close the door, Y/N? It's cold!!” Yoongi yelled from inside.

“On it.” I called back, and wiping my eyes, closed the door.

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.23

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