#plus that really did happen to jin not to mention the people who stalked their addresses etc

[xcziel]

i wonder if maybe jin's fanmeet is really just a subtle way to touch base with the og army - the real ones that were there for them pre-debut and at the music shows

and that's why it's local only and they don't seem to feel bad about cutting some people out - probably for security reasons too

if i was jin i'd only want to actually be touching those i knew by face over the years who can be trusted not to pull something creepy or weird

[defractum]

I'm lowkey mad that when Mianmian seceeded from the clan, we saw Lan Zhan seek her out, and then it's never mentioned again. What did they discuss? Did they keep in touch? I need to know what shenanigans they supported in each other!

Is this a prompt? A rant? Just an opinion you felt you needed to punt into the void? I have no idea but it did spark some ideas, so have some Mianmian and Lan Wangji becoming sporadic penpals :D

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Mianmian stalks off, on the verge of tears, except she's not going to cry, she's not going to give them that satisfaction. She stops outside, round the corner and out of sight and takes a moment to just breath. She'd scream, if she thought they wouldn't hear it inside.

When LWJ follows her out, she's ready to tell him exactly where to stick it, except the first thing he does is apologise, and the second is to ask if she is all right, and she remembers that he is one of the ones who stood up for her in the Xuanwu cave

He also asks where she's going to go, what she's going to do now, and half of her is like Aasdlfkjaa I don't f'in know, I came up with this plan literally two minutes ago, and the other half of her is like Wherever I want to go, doing whatever I want to do, bitch.

She’s somehow assured that he's not going to go inside and tell anyone, so she tells him all of this. He stands in silence for a long time - she almost thinks that the conversation is over when he tells her that sometimes, he thinks about doing the same thing. She looks at him, and sees the difference between them: he thinks about it, but ultimately, he would never make that decision

Lan Wangji tries to offer her all of the money on him – he means well but she's not going to take his charity. Plus, she has a purse full of Jin money and she intends to spend it. He tells her that if she ever is in need, to send him a letter

She bows, and leaves. He also bows, and leaves. She does not expect to actually take him up on the offer. She appreciates the thought, but – no. They don't even know each other that well, and he was probably just saying it to be polite anyway.

She becomes a rogue cultivator, mostly sticking to night hunts that have only attracted a few rogue cultivators and local sects, and steering far away from Lanling and anything associated with the Jin sect.

It's not until she gets really stuck on a case that she's taken on by herself that she even thinks about the offer again. She's a good enough cultivator to know that this is probably beyond her skillset. It's a small village right on the border of Qishan and Lanling, which means that neither of them are going to bother to send people out, and she can't leave the villagers, because they're going to end up possessed.

She remembers then that Lan Wangji has this reputation for going where the trouble is, regardless of the glory, and she sends him a message via spiritual energy. She doesn't know where he is these days, or if he'll come, but apart from that and leaving a notice at the local inn for if any other rogue cultivators come along this way, that's the best she's got

She waits a few days, and then heads back into the forest, because she can't really just sit and wait around for him to hypothetically turn up, except then yeah, okay, this demon is way beyond her. She's preparing herself to die fighting when LWJ shows up guns blazing guqin chords a-twanging

She bows, he bows, she thanks him and tries to offer him half the money from the village, he refuses and asks after her health, they make awkward small talk for a few minutes and then head in separate directions in relief

And that sort of happens once every few months. When she's fighting something that she knows is beyond her, or that she'll likely need an extra hand on, she'll send Lan Wangji a message and he usually turns up within a few days. He's much better company than the sort she's often stuck with –she's tried teaming up with other rogue cultivators on night hunts but sometimes they try and get flirty when she's just trying to concentrate on stabbing some ghouls.

He's very good at what he does, never underestimates her, and brings her just enough information about the cultivation world – as in, she still gives zero shits about sects and politics, but these fancy new compasses and talismans sure come in useful. Also, he doesn't talk much. They get on great.

Sometimes he will travel with her to the next case she's already got lined up, and sometimes they don't even always cross paths – she just leaves a letter with the local inn to give him the details, and will have moved on by the time he gets there if she knows he's more appropriate for the job than her

There's a little less need for this once Jin Guangyao starts sorting out these watchtowers (and hmm, she doesn't remember him, he must have joined after she left) and the really dangerous things start getting more attention, and it's around then she meets the man who becomes her husband, and eventually they start thinking about a family, so she sticks to more commonplace ghosts and deceased relatives being stubborn about moving on, which pays less but is surprisingly common and also more low risk

Anyway, her letters to Lan Wangji peter out over the years and she mostly forgets him until she finds him banging Wei Wuxian in a haystack. She thinks back to when they were teenagers and Wei Wuxian had been buzzing around him like a fly, and then they'd apparently been trapped in that cave together, and the way LWJ has always been alone all these years, always available to come help her out at random times,  and back to the time he'd come to speak to her on the balcony after she left her Sect, and like, they're not friends, but she's glad that he seems to have escaped whatever it was that was holding him down too, and gives him a respectful nod when they part ways again

(Buy me a ko-fi)

[krreader]

BTS (mafia!au) reacting to you being hit on by a creep and getting rid of him.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mafia!au ; attempted assault (nothing graphic) ; usage of weapons ; mentions of killing (I mean, it’s a mafia!au, so everything that comes with it) genre: angst ; fluff

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kim seokjin

The boys and him actually just stopped at the gas station to refill the tank, as well as buy some snacks, but when Jin stepped inside the store, he realized that he'd have to do more than that tonight.

“Come on, pretty. I've been coming here for so long now, you must have developed feelings for me.”

“Sir, I don't even know your name, please just..-”

“Imagine, though..-” he walked around the counter and even though you asked him not to, he continued to move towards you and when he was right in front of you, you began to panic, knowing that there was no other person in here, “We could be so great together.”

“No, I don't want to..-”

“She's not interested,” Jin put down a couple of snacks, some drinks and.. oh.. right.. his gun, before looking up at the guy and straight into his eyes, “You should respect the lady's wishes,” he said in a monotone and calm voice.

Suddenly, the previously so confident man, pretty much sprinted out of the shop, but not before apologizing to you and ten more times to Jin.

You should probably be scared more of the guy with the gun, than the creep who only had his hands, right? So why did you suddenly feel so safe?

“Thank you,” you let out a sigh of relief, “My boss just wanted to pick up some food, he promised he'd be back in five minutes.. if you hadn't been here..”

“Don't thank me, hun,” he winked at you and put the gun back, not wanting you to see it any longer, “How much is it?”

“Huh? Oh! No, you take it! Take it all, it's fine. It's on me,” you smiled up at him, “It's my way of saying thank you.”

“Well then.. thank you..?”

“(Y/N). It's (Y/N).”

“Thank you, (Y/N). And if he ever shows up again, make sure to tell him about me. About Kim Seokjin.”

min yoongi

He was sitting in the back of this cafe that he has been going to lately. Not a lot of people, the coffee was good and the location secluded. Oh, and he could use the cafe's WiFi for doing not so legal stuff and no cameras would record him doing so.

Sure, there was also you standing behind the counter, way too sweet to someone like him, and maybe he enjoyed having someone so completely different to him be nice to him. But probably only because you didn't know who he was.

This one customer that had been coming in for a few weeks now showed up again, right before you were about to close the shop. It was a man that was way older than you and Yoongi knew right when he saw him for the first time, that he didn't have good intentions. But you were too blinded by kindness to see it, while Yoongi only ever saw the bad in people.

Nobody but you three were in the coffee shop and the guy didn't seem to have noticed that Yoongi was here as well, when he so blatantly began hitting on you and telling you things that you shouldn't tell a nice and cute girl.

Instead of getting offended, you became more and more uncomfortable. Only when the guy dared to put his hand over yours on the counter, did Yoongi get up and walk over to you two.

“(Y/N)? Get your things.. we're leaving,” trusting him way more than the other guy, you quickly ran into the back of the store to get your stuff.

“Who the fuck are you?” the creep eyed Yoongi up and down and Yoongi took that opportunity to pull out his gun and took another step towards him, until he was right in front of him.

“Let me make this very clear, alright? If I ever see you come near her again, look at her again or talk to her again.. I'll kill you. And it won’t be quick and clean, but it’ll hurt.. really hurt. So get your perverted ass out of this coffee shop and don't ever come back. If you will, I'll know. And I'll be coming for you.”

That, plus the gun in his hand, had the guy scurry out of the shop as fast as lighting.

And when you came back out a couple of minutes later, Yoongi had put away the gun and had already packed his things, waiting for you at the door.

“Is he.. is he gone?”

“He won't bother you again,” he opened the door and opened up his umbrella, “I'll take you home, come on.”

“You don't have to, I'm sure you have better things to do.”

“I want to. The streets aren't safe at night, take it from someone who knows.”

Yoongi might be a bad boy, but he was one of the good ones, if that made sense. So sure, he might be shady and he might have a dark side to him, but whenever he was with you, he was so different. Caring, loving and kind..

No wonder you fell for him.

jung hoseok

He narrowed his eyes at you, “What's wrong?”

“Huh?” you looked up from folding his shirts and quickly shook your head, “It's nothing.”

“You're lying to me,” his hands were deeply buried in his jeans pockets when he walked over to you. When you tried to look back down again, he caught your chin to keep you from doing so, “(Y/N),” he warned.

“I'm fine.”

“There are only ever two reasons you'd be lying to me. The first would be you did something that you know would upset me and the second is, you know if you told me, there would be blood. So.. which one is it?”

There really was no point in hiding it from him, would it? He’d only get upset later on if he found out any other way, or maybe even when it was already too late.

Your shoulders slumped, “The second.”

“Tell me everything.”

You really didn't want to, because you knew what he'd do if he found out. But you couldn't take it anymore. This creep seemed to be stalking you at this point, following you everywhere you went, no idea how he always managed to know where you were and where you were going. He waited for you, tried talking to you and it got to a point where you felt like he would soon abduct you. So you told Hoseok, even though you knew what was going to happen.

“Maybe you could just.. you know.. talk to him. Tell him I'm already in a relationship and..-” but you knew that wasn't going to happen, when he walked over to his drawer and pulled out his gun, “Hoseok, no.. there will be an investigation and..-” “If you think the guy that is trying to hurt my girlfriend will get away with this, you don't know me very well.”

But that was the problem, wasn't it? You knew him a bit too well.

So that night, he grabbed the rest of Bangtan and tracked the creep down with the help of Yoongi's hacking skills and Jimin's informants.

He was gone for hours, while you were lying in bed not being able to sleep because you were so worried that something might happen to Hoseok.

And the second the door got opened again, you sat up straight and looked at him with wide and questioning eyes.

“He won't bother you anymore,” he said, while putting away the gun and leaning over the bed to kiss your forehead, “You're safe, love.”

kim namjoon

Namjoon has always had a soft spot for you. Maybe it was because he knew you even before he became the leader of the famous Bangtan Boys and because despite of how the world had treated him and made him into the man he now was, you had always been a ray of sunshine in his life. Or maybe it was because now, he felt like he was able to protect you everywhere and from everything.

So it was no surprise that when he found out about the guy that has been harassing you for the past month, that he was the first to show up and have a little chat with him.

The guy was currently out drinking with his buddies in this bar and the second they left, Namjoon and the rest of the boys decided to roughen them up a bit in a back alley. Most importantly the one that's been following you, though.

When he was already on the ground, holding his stomach, Namjoon towered above him, “You talk my girl (Y/N) again, us beating you up will be the least of your problems. Understood?”

He apologized, over and over again, while his friends helped him up and out of the alley.

It was only the next day when you and him met for lunch, that you told him: “Remember that weird guy that's been trying to get me to sleep with him for like the past month? And who always wanted to pick me up for work every morning?”

“Yes?” he took a sip from his coffee, looking at you from over the rim of your cup.

“It's odd but.. today has been the first time he didn't show up. Maybe he finally got the gist that I'm not interested.”

Your smile was so genuine and kind and happy.. no, he couldn't tell you the real reason why he wouldn’t bother you anymore. Because if you found out, you’d hate him. 

And even though he had been through a lot, he wouldn’t be able to deal with losing you.

So instead, he just put down the cup and nodded, “I'm sure that's it.”

park jimin

It wasn't that you were doing this job because you liked it. Being an exotic dancer just really brought in the money that you desperately needed for school. And quite honestly? It was fine most of the time. There was a strict: 'no touching' rule at your club, at least for the dancers.

But there has been this one guy, that seemed to have been watching you for weeks. He was always there when you were dancing and he'd not be interested in any of the other girls. At first you were flattered, but when you left the club and he followed you, you realized that he wanted more than what you were there for.

In the meantime, Jimin was here for the first time. Him and the rest of the boys wanted to check out the club, drink, have fun and maybe enjoy some time with some girls.

But Jimin couldn't focus on anyone but you. More particularly, the guy that he knew had nothing good in mind when he kept staring at you and left as soon as you left as well.

So without knowing why, he followed him and left the club just in time to see him push you against the wall in the back alley.

He grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him back so that he fell to the ground.

“Get away from her!”

“What are you, her pimp?”

Jimin put his arm back and around your middle, when he felt you press yourself against his back for protection.

“It's none of your business. Just get out of here before I do something you and I are going to regret.”

“You piece of..-” but the second the guy stood up and Jimin pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at his head, he retreated with his arms in the air, “I'm sorry, I didn't..-”

“I'm sure you didn't. Now get out. And don't come back, got it?”

He nodded quickly, then he ran out of the alley as fast as he came and Jimin turned around to face you, not having expected you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thank you! If you hadn't come..-”

“Don't. Just don't think about what if's..”

He continued to hold you for as long as you needed to be held and then decided to walk you home, just to make sure you were safe.

Jimin might be in a gang and he sure as fuck was involved in some shady shit, but if he saw someone like you needing help? He’d be there.

And from that day on, he continued to be there for you.

kim taehyung

He was just on his way back to the BTS headquarters (which actually really wasn't a headquarter, just a place they all lived and plotted together), when he heard it:

“I told you, I'm not interested! What more do you want me to say?”

“But you haven't even given us another change, baby..”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and followed the two voices, peaking around a corner to see a guy standing in front of you, your arms crossed like you weren't scared, but rather pissed.

“You can call me pet names all you want, it won't change the fact that you're a slimy asshole. Now get out of my face, before I call the cops on you again.”

It was only when the guy's gaze darkened and he pushed you against the wall behind you, that Taehyung intervened and tackled him down without another thought.

Tae has done this countless of times at this point, that's what being in a gang got him, so the guy beneath him had absolutely no chance against him. He didn't stop beating him, until he wasn't moving anymore, only then did he get up and turn to you.

“Are you okay?”

You huffed and furrowed your eyebrows, “The fuck do you think you're doing, huh?”

“I was just..- He was,” he pointed at the guy, then back at you, then back at the guy.

“I had it under control. You think this is the first time he's done that?”

“I mean.. I just wanted to help.”

You let out a sigh and rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment, “I know.. I’m sorry, I know you did. It’s just.. I could have handled him, you know?”

“But you shouldn’t have to.”

“Unfortunately, we live in a world where most men seem to think they can do whatever the fuck they want with a woman and get away with it.”

“Maybe I should introduce you to my world then. Because this is what we do in my world,” he looked down at the guy, then back up at you.

And maybe it was the frustration of it all, but you actually ended up agreeing.

And a couple of months later, you became the eight member of Bangtan. Oh, and also someone’s girlfriend.

jeon jeongguk

“Jeongguk? Can we talk?” you carefully walked into his room and he immediately smiled and nodded at you.

“Sure.. what's up?”

“I uh..,” you approached his bed in slow motion, sitting down right at the edge of it, “I could use your help with something.”

“Okay?” odd. If you had a problem, you usually went to his hyungs, not to him.

“Remember my ex-boyfriend?”

“The creepy one?”

“Yeah,” you laughed humorlessly, “That one. He ran into me this morning again and made this whole speech about why he and I should get together again. And I needed an excuse that would make him understand I'm not interested anymore and I just wanted him to leave me alone.. so I told him that I was in a relationship again.. with.. well, with you.”

“Huh?” 

“Your name was the first that came to mind, to be honest. I didn't really think about it much. There is this party tonight that he's going to, so I need you to come with me and you know.. just.. hold my hand or something, so that he sees I wasn't lying and actually leaves me alone.”

He might have been surprised at first, but of course he went with you. Not only to support you, but also because he wanted to talk to the guy in private. He's almost been stalking you for about three months now, it was about time somebody told him off.

So you arrived there together, as promised, he kept holding your hand and the second the guy showed up, he apologized and followed him out in the backyard.  

“So you're her new..-”

But Jeongguk already had him pressed against a wall, his arm pressing against his throat, cutting off his air supply.

“I'm going to give you a fair warning. You talk to my girlfriend again, I'll make sure you won’t be able to talk to anyone again period. Got it?”

He couldn't speak or nod, but Jeongguk still kept his arm on his throat, until he was about to pass out.

Only then did he go back inside and pull you towards him.

“What did he say?” you asked with wide eyes.

“Not much,” he grinned against your head, before placing a soft kiss against it, “Come on.. let's get out of here.”

[dabble-writes]

Death’s Bride--(3)

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

Pairing:

Namjoon/Reader

Summary:

You are a Seer. What is a Seer? A Seer is someone whose sixth sense is stronger than most people’s and can see Death. You did not want to be one, you just want to be normal—yet what happens when Death comes for you? No, not for you to die—for you to be his bride.

*Based on a novel I wrote before in Wattpad by the same title*

Tags:

Romance, Fantasy, Comedy

Warnings:

Alcohol usage, suggestive sexual content, questionable consent, violence

CHAPTER 3: DEATH ON EARTH

“Oh my goodness!” Your mother pulled you into a tight hug, tears in her eyes, “You’re safe!”

Her hold tightened and you could feel her sobbing, “you’re safe.” She murmured again, as if hoping that this was not a dream.

“I’m fine mom, really.” You murmured, though it was muffled because she was pressed so tight against you.

“I thought you were kidnapped, raped, or even dead!” She cried as she pulled away to study your face, “You haven’t been eating well.”

You bit your lip, feeling insanely guilty that you couldn’t tell your mother the truth and that you left her all alone. You wondered if she would understand, or if she would send you to a psychologist.

“…and right after mama died…it was too much pain.” Your mom burst into tears again and it pained you so much to see her like that.

Fuck it, so what if she thinks I’m crazy.

Before you could say a word though, she grabbed your arms and gave you a stern look, “Who took you, where did they took you, and when can I kick their ass?”

“Mom!”

“Y/N, dear, tell me.” For a woman of her size, she looked quite intimating at the moment.

You sighed as you lead her to the couch and sat down, “I don’t know where to begin—”

“From the beginning of course, silly.”

“—Or if you would believe me. Trust me, it’s some crazy stuff.”

Your mom squeezed your hand, “Try me.”

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words to say, “Well…to start off, grandma and I have been hiding something from you. Not on purpose,” you said quickly, “but because we didn’t know how to explain it or if we could tell other people.”

“You make it sound like you guys were in a cult. Wait, were you and mother in a cult and mother angered someone and they kidnapped you?”

“Wow, that actually sounds more believable than the truth.”, you admitted and she looked at you curiously.

“Just tell me, honey, I swear I’ll be as open-minded as possible.”

“Okay…”, you said, “…you know how grandma can sometimes tell the future and it’ll be weirdly accurate? Like the weather or a specific event in your day or something you just thought about? Or when she can pinpoint a person’s character by just looking at them?”

“Yeah, your grandma always had those eccentricities about her and she seemed to have taught them to you.”

“The reason she can do those things, among others, is because we are Seers. It’s not an official name or anything, just a name grandma came up with. Basically, our sixth sense is stronger than most people’s and we can see…usual things.”

“…I see.”

“You don’t believe me.” you accused.

“Hold on, I’m getting used to the idea! But it does make sense…still, it doesn’t explain why you were missing for weeks!”

“I’m getting there,” you answered, “well one of the things we can see is Death.”

“Death?”

“Actually his name is Namjoon, but don’t tell him I told you that. He’s a being that collects your soul when you die.”

“….and you lost me. So this Namjoon guy,”

“Death,” you corrected, regretting telling your mother his real name. He’s going to be so pissed.

“He collects souls when you die?”

“Correct. And takes you to his kingdom. Which is technically purgatory. And sentences you to work off your sins so you can enter Paradise.”

Your mother gave you a strange look, “Honey, you sure this isn’t a cult—”

“Please, mom, trust me,” you begged, “this is all real. I wish I could show you prove but the only way to do that is if you die—which I don’t want.”

“But you must understand that this is a bit hard to take in…”

“I get it, but that’s not even half of it.”

“There’s more?”

You nod, “So there’s this prophecy involving Namjoon and…me.”

“Now there’s a prophecy? Can’t you make it any more believable? Even the cult story is more believable than this!”

“I’m just telling you the truth.” You said defensively and your mom gave a sigh of resignation.

“What’s the prophecy?”

“What?”

“The prophecy. I’m assuming that’s why you were gone.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m not sure. I’ve only heard bits and pieces and what people have told me. It involves me marrying him—”

“What?” Your mother screeched, “You have to marry Namjoon?”

“…it’s complicated.”

“Do you even like each other?”

You made a face, do you? You know for sure he doesn’t, “Not really…but supposedly that’s the other part of the prophecy—that we’ll love each other or something like that.”

Then again, you couldn’t relay so much on the source since it was the traitor who said it after all. Thinking about it makes your blood boil.

“Still, for you to agree to that is ridiculous. Why would you do such a thing?”

You bit your lip, “I wanted to see grandma.”

“What?”

“I…just wanted to see her one last time. I figured that if I go with Namjoon I’ll have the opportunity to talk to grandma.”

“And did you?” Your mom perked up.

“No, I didn’t have the chance to yet. Everything is just so hectic and going on so fast.”

“I see. Did he manipulate you with your grandma to marry him?”

“Mani—no, it wasn’t like that. I mean, he did mention it—”

“That sounds like manipulation.”

“Okay, maybe he did a little bit, but he’s a victim of the prophecy as well. He’s tried to not follow it, but it never works out. Plus, in the end it was my decision. I do want to see grandma.”

You honestly didn’t know why you were defending Namjoon to your mother.

Her eyes softened, “I get that you wanted to see mother, but is it worth giving up your life here?”

You bit your lip, “Can I be honest, mom? It’s actually not so bad over there. Definitely boring, but not bad. I have a purpose. Here, I don’t really have a purpose. I’m not really good at anything and I don’t even like what I’m studying in school. I’m not particularly close to anyone here except for you and grandma so I wasn’t leaving much behind.”

“Oh honey,” She brought you to a hug, “How can you say that? Of course you have a purpose.”

“But maybe this is my purpose.” You answered, pulling away from her to look to her eyes. 

“If that’s what you think.” Your mom said with a sad smile, “I’ll support any decision you have.”

“Thanks mom.”

“So if you were happy there, how did you end up back here? Why aren’t you still wherever-the-hell-that-place-was?”

“Funny story….I, um, got kidnapped there.”

“You got kidnapped from your kidnapper?”

“I said I wasn’t kidnapped! I went there willingly. This time though…yeah it was kidnapped. Turned out it was Namjoon’s best friend and adviser, Jin, who wants revenge on Namjoon. I managed to escape, but got sent here so that I can be safe until Namjoon picks me up.”

Your mom stared at you, “That’s literally a soap opera.”

“Yes, well apparently I am now a main character in some soap opera.”

“This guy, Jin…is he dangerous?”

You frowned, “I’m not sure. But it didn’t seem like he was going to be making daisy chains with me though.”

“Did you got hurt?”

“Not really. I guess they were just waiting for Namjoon to arrive.”

“You know this sounds crazy.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll probably be a fool if I believe you.”

“Probably.”

She sighed, “But I trust you. You were never one for fantasies, always very logical. Maybe if I heard this from my mom I’ll be skeptical because she was always in the clouds and has a very vivid imagination, but you hold not one artistic bone in your body.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true, honey, don’t bother denying it. Remember when your grandmother tried to teach you to paint but it turned out to be a disaster?”

You winced, “She said it was fine, but it was a mess, huh?”

“The ugliest thing I ever saw.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“I’m only saying the truth. Don’t worry, your grandmother was disappointed when I didn’t inherit her passion for paint. I’m way too much like my father in that sense, I guess you got that too.”

You smiled, “So you believe me?”

“…tentatively. I will need evidence to support the truth, but I’ll let it be for now.”

“Thank you, mom.” You gave her a hug, “I really appreciate it.

“Oh!” Your mom suddenly let go and went to grab her phone, “I gotta call the police and tell them to call off the missing person case.”

“You went to the police?”

“Of course! You were missing, where else I’m to turn? Give me a minute.”

She started dialing a phone number as she walked out of the room.

“Officer Diaz? Yes this is Mrs. Y/L/N. Good news, my daughter is back home…”

Honestly that went better than I thought. I don’t think she believes me, but at least she’s humoring me and not sending me to an insane asylum or something.

You were innocently walking down the halls of your school when you heard a familiar voice.

“You have some explaining to do Y/N  Y/L/N !”

Lisa stalked the hall, narrowing her eyes at you.

You put on a cheerful smile, hoping to deter her, “Hey Lisa!”

“Don’t ‘hey Lisa’ me. What the hell happened to you?”

You sighed; your mom and you decided on a cover story for the police and anyone who asked.

“I don’t remember anything, Monica,” you said innocently, “the last thing I remember was going to the funeral.”

“They drugged you? What low-lives!” She exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad you’re back though. It was really lonely without you here.”

Well that was easy, you thought.

You smiled and pulled away, “So what did I miss?”

“Besides that Spring Break is in a week? Jungkook and that long-term girlfriend of his broke up.”

“No way.”

“Yup, it just happened last week. It’s been the gossip of the school. Jungkook doesn’t seem so bothered by it.”

“Oh.”

It’s strange, if you heard this news before you left with Namjoon you would have been ecstatic. But you didn’t seem to feel much joy right now. Strange.

“Oh? Just oh? Hello, this can finally be your chance with him.”

“Me?” you asked, confused, “what about you?  I seemed to recall I wasn’t the only one to like Jungkook.”

“I’m willing to make the sacrifice for you. Also, I’m kind of seeing his friend Taehyung now so…”

You rolled your eyes as Lisa started to speak of how they met and how he asked her out.

“Anyway, never mind that right now, we need you to get ready for this party. I will not let you go in your usual getup.”

“What party?”

“What party? What party? Weren’t you listening to me just now? Jungkook is hosting a huge party at his house with his frat brothers and he invited me and you to come.”

“He asked me to come?” You asked, somehow not believing those words.

“Okay, he told me I could invite a friend but---:

You groaned, “Do I really have to do this?”

Parties really weren’t your thing. Especially frat parties. Even if Jungkook was there.

“Yes! And we are going to make you gorgeous. Come over my place tonight—”

“Wait, I thought the party was in a week?”

“And you think you are going to get Jungkook to notice you looking like that?”

“But I don’t—”

“We are so going to make Jungkook fall for you.”

You sighed, resigned to your fate. Maybe if you let her do this stupid ‘makeover’ on you she will leave you alone.

You checked yourself in the compact mirror Lisa gave you earlier and frowned. The “makeover” you had last night involved skin care, makeup, straightening your hair, and clothes for you to borrow. You honestly didn’t see the big deal, although you had to admit your face is pretty fucking smooth now.

“For the last time, you look amazing. Relax.” Lisa said as she snatched the mirror from you.

“I can’t relax when people are looking at me,” you answered back, “I keep thinking there’s something wrong with my face.”

Lisa just rolled her eyes and smiled brightly at a group of girls and walked over to them. You followed her and recognized them as part of her sorority.

“Hiya Lisa!”

“How’s it going, boo?”

“It’s been forever.”

“Lisa, you have to hear the latest news on Hyuna.”

The girls all greeted Lisa enthusiastically and Lisa was happily chatting with them. As for you, you just sort of lingered in the back since you didn’t really know these girls and weren’t quite comfortable. Yet it wasn’t long before one of the girls noticed your presence.

“Who’s this, Lisa?”

“Is she a new friend of yours?”

Everyone turned to you and Lisa was by your side.

“Girls, this is my friend, Y/N. She’s new to the scene so be nice.”

They smiled at you and began to ask you questions. They were nice enough but were a bit like Lisa in that they were boy-crazy.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” One of the girls, Rose, asked.

You thought of Namjoon but instantly pushed away that thought. We are not going out. It’s more like a…like an arranged marriage.

“No, not at the moment.” You answered and forced yourself to give a bright smile.

“Oh but you’re so cute.”

“We have to set you up with someone.”

“She’ll look cute with Yoongi.”

Inside you were panicking and looked at Lisa for help.

“Girls, I already have someone in mind for her.”

You nearly groaned, this was not the help I asked for.

“Really? Who?”

“Yeah, who?”

“Jungkook.”

They squealed.

“Good one.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty hot.”

“I heard he was a pretty good kisser and has a big dick.”

And I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that last remark, you thought. You looked at your phone and saw the time.

“Um, it was nice meeting you guys, but we have class in a few minutes.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Lisa said as if she just remembered that she goes to school, “Well, see you girls later.”

“Bye Lisa, and good luck hooking them up.”

“Yeah, good luck. I heard a lot of girls are waiting to get their claws on Jungkook.”

You waited until you were a safe distance away before you spoke to Lisa.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”, Lisa asked innocently.

“You want to hook me up with Jungkook! Why?”

“Look, you’ve had a crush on him since forever and I want to help you out like the good friend that I am. Plus you two would look so good together.”

“This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re going out with his best friend, Taehyung?” You asked.

“I mean, we could have some pretty fun double dates. But Tae has been mentioning to me that Jungkook is lonely so this is the perfect opportunity for you.”

“Oh so it’s Tae now?” You teased and she blushed.

“Stop changing the subject. Shouldn’t you be happy? You like Jungkook.”

You didn’t know how to explain to her that whenever you tried to think of Jungkook in any sexual situation, Namjoon’s face would pop up instead. That maybe you don’t like Jungkook so much anymore…because you like someone else.

No! You tried to shake your thoughts, you don’t like Namjoon. You are merely…attracted to him. Yes, he is very hot. Also it doesn’t help that since Jin told you about the prophecy, you wondered what it’ll be like to be with Namjoon…

“Yeah, I’m happy. I just don’t know if I’m ready…”

“Jeesh girl, I’m not telling you to marry him or anything. Just go to the party with him and enjoy yourself, that’s it.”

You sighed, “Lisa, I hate to burst your bubble, but why would you think he’ll ask me to the party?”

She grinned, “You’ll see. We have biology now.”

You gave her a puzzled look, “And?”

“And Jungkook has that class with us.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Lisa just gave you a confident smile, “Just sit in your seat and look pretty, I’ll fix everything up.”

You both walked into the class and took your seats. The professor came in and smiled at the class.

“Today is going to be another lab, so pair up with your lab partner and complete the lab sheet. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”

You turned to Lisa, who is normally your partner, but found she was no longer next to you. So you started to look around the room and noticed Jungkook coming towards you. You had to admit, as you watched him approach you, he really was easy on the eyes. Easily one of the handsomest man you’ve seen in your life.

“Hey.”, Jungkook smiled at you, looking all adorable. He didn’t have dimples though, like Namjoon.

Stop thinking about Namjoon!

“Hi.” You answered, not sure what to say. It’s not every day a very hot guy comes up and talks to you.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a beautiful name, it suits you.”

You blushed, not used to being complimented, “Thanks, I was born with it.”

He laughed and you felt your face grow hotter from embarrassment. Oh my god, I really am an idiot.

“I mean, what’s your name?” You said and wanted to smack yourself in the head.

You already know his name you dumb-ass!

“Name’s Jungkook.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Jungkook.”

Why oh why am I so fucking awkward?, you lamented. If Jungkook wanted to go out with me before, he definitely doesn’t want to now.

“So do you want to be my lab partner? Yours seemed to have stolen mine today.”

You looked at the direction he was looking at and sure enough Lisa was flirting with Taehyung. You internally sighed, so this was her plan.

“Yeah, she seems really into your friend.”

“Tell me about, I can’t get him to shut up about her.”

“Me either.”

“So, partners?”

“Sure, partners. Sorry about Lisa, she sometimes does things without thinking.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it. It’s good to switch things up once in a while. Plus, I wouldn’t have such a cute girl as my partner.”

He complimented me again.

You blushed and looked down at you paper, at the assignment you were supposed to do, “Um, you want to start?”

“Sure.” Jungkook said as he looked at his paper and you guys started to do the assignment.

Jungkook was actually not a bad partner and was very easy to talk to. When you finished the assignment and handed in your lab sheets, you walked out of the class together.

“Do you have somewhere to be right now?” Jungkook asked.

You thought of going home to an empty house, without your grandma, and said, “Not particularly. Why?”

“You want to maybe grab a coffee together?”

You shrugged, “Why not? I need some caffeine in my life.”

And a distraction. Jungkook seems like a good distraction, you thought.

You went to the coffee shop in the campus and ordered your coffees. It was nice and relaxing and Jungkook was very easy to talk to. You talked about school and what classes you were taking. Jungkook studies politics, which you thought was very boring but did not say to him. You then briefly discussed politics and then there was a lull in the conversation.

Jungkook then broke the ice again, “So I’m holding a party in my house next week, you heard about it?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Lisa won’t shut up about it.”

“Oh right,” He laughed, “Are you coming?”

You took a sip of your coffee, “Yup, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You couldn’t stop the sarcasm from seeping into your voice, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“You mean like a date?”

My IQ must have lowered since Namjoon took me because that was pitiful.

“Sure, if you want to call it that.”

Lisa would be ecstatic to hear about this development.

You suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt; wouldn’t this be betraying Namjoon? No, wait, you’re not even dating Namjoon. You don’t even like him. Of course it’s not cheating.

“Sure, I’ll go with you.”

Your first impression when you walked into the house was that there were too many people and that it was way too loud; you can already feel the headache that’ll plague you tomorrow morning.

You scanned the room for Lisa or Jungkook but couldn’t find them in the sea of faces. You began to feel more and more anxious; you didn’t know what to do.

Slowly, you made your way to the table filled with food. You can’t go wrong with food.

You pulled up your dress that Lisa insisted you wore. She said you looked hot in it, and you had to admit it did show your figure nicely. Still, who were you trying to impress? Jungkook? Sure, maybe. But deep down, you were a tiny bit disappointed Namjoon can’t see you like this.

And there you go thinking about Namjoon again, get a grip girl.

You picked up a Dorito chip awkwardly and started to nibble on it.

“And why is a fine lady like yourself doing by yourself in a place like this?”

You felt a blush make its way to your face and quickly turned around.

“Jungkook!” You said in relief, mostly because you couldn’t stand being here alone anymore.

You then were able to see him properly. It was undeniable, he looked pretty hot. His button-down shirt was tight fitting and the top buttons were not buttoned. His sleeves were also rolled up to show his nice, toned arms. His hair was perfectly styled, his hair pushed back with a few strands dipping unto his forehead. He gave you a sexy smirk.

“Yes, that’s my name.” Jungkook teased as he stepped close to you. You could smell his cologne, which was a nice change from the weed and sweat you could smell in the room.

“You look very gorgeous tonight.”, he murmured in your ear.  

You felt yourself grow hotter by the minute and willed yourself to not stutter like a middle schooler, “T-thank you.”

You then heard your name being called. You scanned the room, wondering who could possibility call your name. You saw Lisa making her way towards you with seven-inch heels on.

“All I’m saying, Lisa, is how that takes real skill.” You commented dryly as you pointed to her shoes.

Lisa laughed, “This is a skill that took many years to perfect. Do you want a drink?’

She held two plastic cups and offered one to you. You smiled and accepted the drink, even though you weren’t that thirsty. Maybe some liquid courage can help. Lisa noticed Jungkook next to you.

“Nice party, Jungkook.” Lisa greeted him.

He smiled and took a drink from his beer, “Yeah, it is a nice party.”

“Do you know where Tae is?” Lisa asked and Jungkook shrugged.

“He might be out in the back playing beer pong with some of the other brothers. You might want to try there.”

“Alright, thanks.” Lisa said and turned to me, “You good?”

You force a smile; you hated it here but didn’t want to disappoint Lisa. Maybe being with Jungkook will make things better.

She took your smile as a ‘yes’ and said, “Okay, enjoy yourselves. I’ll see you later.”

Lisa gave a little wave and walked to the direction of the backyard.

You took a cautious sip of your drink. It took everything in your power to not cough; vodka was not really your style. It tastes like rubbing alcohol. You took another sip, not wanting to seem like a wimp in front of Jungkook, but you ended up coughing.

“You don’t have to drink that if you don’t want to.” Jungkook said and you blushed.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Kind of, but that’s okay; I’ll let you off the hook because you’re so cute. Do you want a beer instead?”

This caused your face to heat up further and you knew you couldn’t blame it at the alcohol. He offered you a beer and you took it.

“Thanks.” You said gratefully as you deposited the vodka cup on a nearby table, “So what does one do in these kind of parties?”

“Drink, flirt, dance, the usual.” Jungkook said casually, “Do you want to dance?”

You saw him finish his drink and grab another beer. You took a sip. Still tastes terrible, but at least it didn’t burn your throat like the vodka.

“Well I’m not such a big fan of dancing…”

“It’s really easy,” He said, “You just have to move your body to the music, it’s not like we are ballroom dancing or any of that shit.”

You bit your lip, debating on whether you want to be in a sweaty crowd of people with horrible music pounding in your ears. On the other hand, you don’t want Jungkook to get bored and leave you all by yourself.

He sensed your dilemma, “Look I can teach you, it won’t be that bad.”

“Alright.” You found yourself saying.

You frowned, I must not be thinking clearly, but followed him to the dance floor and drowned the rest of the beer.

It was hot; there were so many bodies in the dance floor you could barely move. Jungkook was pressed close to you and you weren’t sure if you liked it or hated it. He brought your hands around his neck.

“Place your arms here.” He said and you can feel his silky hair on the back of his neck. He then placed his hands on your hips and brought them against his. Oh my.

“Now just move your body to the beat of the music.” He murmured against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You tried to get into the mood of the music and move your body, but you just felt awkward. Jungkook gave you a few more pointers, but they didn’t seem to help. You were too self-conscious. 

“Just let loose, forget what anyone has to say.” Jungkook murmured, his hips grinding into yours and you dropped your hands from his neck to grip his shoulders. 

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you confessed, “I’m just comfortable bumping and grinding.”

“It’s okay, babe, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Your smile was a bit forced as he tightened his hold on you and made you feel a bit uncomfortable. Jungkook was nice and all, but sometimes he would get carried away and you have to remind him to not get carried away. Like now.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Please remove your hands from my ass now.”

He quickly took them off, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize—”

“It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again.” You said.

Namjoon wouldn’t have pressured you to dance, that annoying little voice in your head said. He wouldn’t need to be reminded to keep his hands off of you.

Yeah, I highly doubt he dances or does any fun things at all, you argue back, Plus, he wouldn’t touch me because he doesn’t feel that way to me at all. At least I know Jungkook is attracted to me.

Dancing isn’t fun for you, so isn’t that a win-win?, the little voice continued, plus, according to the prophecy—

The prophecy is bullshit.

You ignored the voice, you didn’t want to think about Namjoon when you were with Jungkook. You danced for a bit more, but between the music and the alcohol you developed quite a headache.

“Jungkook, I have a headache. Can we stop dancing?”

“Sure, are you okay? Do you want me to take you home?” Jungkook asked, sounding very concerned as he led you away from the dance floor.

“Nah, I’m fine. I just need to sit down a bit.”

You looked around but all the chairs were taken and the couch was being used for…other stuff; you made a face.

“I can take you upstairs since all the seats down here are taken?”

You bit your lip and nodded, the alcohol not helping with this headache of yours, “Okay then.”

You rubbed your temples, reminder: don’t drink alcohol, it seems to not agree with me.

As you start up the stairs, you thought you saw Namjoon’s concerned face in the crowd but when you looked again you didn’t see him.

I must be imagining him since I’ve been thinking about him, you thought, what’s wrong with you? You have a perfectly hot boy in your reach and you’re thinking about some magical being who doesn’t even like you? Grow up.

You were on the second floor and there were several people around—mainly couples making out—and you started to grow a little wary.

“Maybe we should go back downstairs.” You tried to get out of his grasp but he held on.

“Are you sure?”

A little voice in your head said that this was a very bad idea, but it was very faint. The pounding in your head was making it hard to hear that faint voice.

“…I don’t know.” You said truthfully as you looked at a couple making out next to you. You didn’t really want to go back down there with all those people.

He noticed that you were uncomfortable by this atmosphere and said, “We can go to my room, if you want to. There shouldn’t be anyone there and you can rest.”

Some peace and quiet sounded pretty good right now, so you nodded. He led you to a more secluded part of the house and opened the door to what you assume was his room. He fumbled for the light switch and turned it on.

The light wasn’t good for your headache and you winced. Jungkook noticed.

“Would you rather I turned off the lights?”

“Maybe.” You admitted and he turned off the lights. The was a little light coming from the window, so you weren’t in complete darkness. Your head felt like it was splitting in half and you walked to the bed so you can sit down. Jungkook followed and sat next to you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He brought his hand to your forehead and your face started to heat up at the contact, “Do you want an aspirin or something?”

“I’m not sure if I should have an aspirin if I had alcohol..” You admit, “But maybe if I just drank water it’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I think I have a bottle here.”

He got up and search around his desk to find an unopened bottle of water.

“Here you go.”

You gave him a grateful smile, “Thanks. You should probably head back to the party though, they probably miss you out there.”

“Nah, they’ll be fine.” He smiled and you opened the bottle and drank it.

Water did help, but your mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol.

“Did that help?”

“A little, thanks.”

“That’s good”, Jungkook leaned closer and you just realized how close he was to you.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and he let his hand linger on your chin. His hands were soft and you didn’t necessarily hate the touch. He then leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours. You didn’t respond, frozen and not sure what to do. Should I kiss him? Should I slap him away? You were confused and you couldn’t keep your thoughts straight. He figured your frozen state must have been some sort of consent because he added pressure unto your lips, which your mouth automatically responded to. He let out a hum of approval and his hand traveled from your chin to the back of your head, bringing you closer.

Jungkook broke the kiss, his eyes filled with lust as he licked his lips.

“You taste so good.”

You couldn’t think straight between the alcohol and the lust, your breath heavy and your heart racing.

He kissed along your clavicle and found a sensitive spot. You made a noise as started to lick and suck that spot.

“Namjoon.” You moaned and Jungkook stopped.

“Who’s Namjoon?”

Oh shit. That sobered you up a little.

You blushed, embarrassed at your slip up, “He’s no one.”

“Doesn’t sound like no one.” He murmured against your neck and you bit your lip.

“It’s��complicated.”

“Well I don’t like it when I’m with a woman and she says some other man’s name. But don’t worry, soon I’ll have it that the only name you can even think of is mine.”

He brought his hand to your bare knee and started to stroke your skin, reaching higher and higher—

“Jungkook, stop it.” You said, grabbing his hand to push it away, but he used his other hand to hold you hand down.

“C’mon, just a moment ago you really liked it.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t in my right mind.” Finally, your head was clearing up and you realized you got yourself in a tricky situation.

He pulled away and frowned at you, “What do you mean?”

“I…I’m not sure I want to do this.”

Jungkook brought his hand to stroke your face, “Is it because of that Namjoon? Do you like him?”

“No, I just—”

“Then don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His free hand grabbed your breast and started to knead them harshly from on top of your thin dress. You gasped.

“Please—”

“You’re not even wearing a bra. It’s like you were expecting something to happen tonight.”

More like Lisa told you that none of your bras fit this dress, you thought bitterly and were about to say so when he kissed you again.

He pinched your nipple and you yelped, trying to shove him away from you but he was really strong. Guess those muscles are legit.

“Jungkook, I—”

“Shh,” He murmured, pressing his fingers against your lips, “Don’t talk too much.”

You started to get angry, if he doesn’t get his hands off you—

You heard the door slam open and you both jumped.

“Get off her.”

You blinked.

You didn’t imagine that voice.

You slowly turned to the door and saw Namjoon standing at the doorway, looking furious.

“Dude, chill.” Jungkook said, a bit annoyed, “You’re sort of interrupting something.”

“I said let her go.” Namjoon repeated, walking towards us.

“Fuck off man, this is none of your business—”

Namjoon grabbed Jungkook by the collar, “It is my business what you do to my bride.”

“Your bride?”

“Namjoon, stop.” You said.

“Oh so this is Namjoon?”, Jungkook laughed.

You blushed, remembering your slip up. You were also a bit scared; this was the angriest you’ve ever seen Namjoon; he looked so scary. And hot. Wow, the alcohol must still be in my system because what the fuck.  

“I’m warning you.” Namjoon said.

“What? Obviously you can’t satisfy her if she’s coming to me for some—"

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, Namjoon peeled Jungkook off you and punched him in the face. Jungkook tries to fight back, but this seemed to agitate Namjoon further and he doesn’t stop hitting him. 

“This should teach you the meaning of consent.”, Namjoon growled as he landed another punch on Jungkook and you winced. You realize that if Namjoon doesn’t stop now, he’ll legit kill Jungkook.

“Namjoon! Stop!” You grab his arm, trying to calm him down.

Namjoon turned to you, about to yell at you for stopping him, when he sees the tears in your eyes. You didn’t even realize you were crying. His gaze immediately softens and brings you to arms, trying to comfort you.

“Let’s go home.”

You nod, realizing that you have started considering his palace as your home.

“Let’s go.” You said softly and he teleports you back, holding you firmly in his arms.

When you arrive, he let’s you go, much to your disappointment. He studied you.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”, he asked softly and you were struck at this different side to him. Since when was he so...gentle?

“I’m fine.” You said simply and his eyes narrowed to a spot on your neck.

“What’s that?”

You brought your hand up to hide it, but he took your hand and moved it away. He studied the mark, which probably started to bruise already, and lightly touched it with his fingertips. You couldn’t help but shiver at the light touch.

“I could kill him for that.”, his tone was hard.

“Don’t.” You said, “It’s not worth it.”

He looked at you, nodded, then looked away.            

“Well, I should be g—"

You then remembered something.

“Wait, why am I here? What happened to me being ‘safer on earth’?”

“I didn’t count the dangers of humans.”, Namjoon muttered, “If you’re here with me I can protect you better anyway.”

You couldn’t help it, your heart warmed at those words.

“Thank you for saving me,” You murmured, “I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t come.”

He gave you a small smile and you could see those adorable dimples, “Of course I came for you, you’re my bride.”

A/N

Wow, that dance scene was kind of inspiring. May have to write a drabble with Jungkook now with a proper dance scene. Also, sorry that this was so late, I’m literal trash  

[soft-imagines]

I’ll Be There {Park Woojin} Part 1

Park Woojin

Romance // Slight Angst // Fluff

[100+ Request]

Synopsis: Falling in and out of love.

The dance academy was your second home. A place for you to relieve your stress. Not to mention that your best friend, Park Woojin, also attended with you. The two of you are inseparable, always pairing up for dance collaborations or being in the same group of people for projects. You absolutely loved Woojin. Your stomach fluttered whenever he smiled, which was always whenever you were around. He smiled, always. 

A batch of new guys came in a couple of weeks ago. And there he was. Park Minhyuk. Although his friends Jin Jin, Chani, and Moonbin were handsome and great dancers as well, Minhyuk, or Rocky, caught your eye. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. Apparently, him and his friends are Fantagio trainees who are going to debut sooner or later.

He’s such a cutie. He has great boyish looks, not to mention that he’s a really passionate dancer. You’ve noticed that he’s a bit on the quieter side, but he seems really nice and sweet. You’ve talked about him a lot to Woojin, who just nodded and seemed to try to change the subject. You pledged that for the next project, you would pair up or be in the same group as Rocky. You tried convincing Woojin to do the same so that it wouldn’t make it too obvious that you liked Rocky, and all Woojin could do was agree. He knew that since the last project was a group project, the next one would be a partner project. There was no way he would convince you to be his partner, not with Rocky there. 

In a week, you got to know the Fantagio boys, and they hung out with you, Woojin and the other BNM boys. Chani, much to your surprised, was an actual devil. Moonbin was surprisingly a bit more mature yet funny and mischievous. Jin Jin, on the other hand, was not what you expected. Although he was the oldest of the four, and he was certainly the leader and could be mature,  he was definitely a bit on the wild side. He’d always be breakdancing. Once, he waited in the lunch line with you and started doing head spins. 

Rocky was funny, sweet and nice. Just as you thought. You and Rocky became awfully close, much to Woojin’s dismay. Woojin wouldn’t show how much he missed you and how jealous he was, just kind of watched Rocky talking to you as he once did. He never gets jealous really, like when you paired up with the new kid, Guanlin, so that he wouldn’t be lonely. But this was something else, and it was tugging at his heart-strings. Woojin did, however, tell Moonbin and Jin Jin how he felt. Moonbin, being Rocky’s best friend, told Woojin not to worry too much about it and to just see what happened next. He promises not to tell and Woojin isn’t really sure if Moonbin will keep his promise. Jin Jin also tells Woojin to wait and see what will happen. Woojin can’t do anything but wait. 

You, obvlious to Woojin’s negativity, always tell him about how dreamy and lovable Rocky was. 

That week you got to know the boys better, the project was announced. And just as Woojin predicted, it was a partner project. Your teacher explained the project and let you all choose your partners. 

Much to his surprise, though, you chose to pair up with him for the project. 

“I have a perfect idea for the dance and I wanted to pair up with you to spend some more time with my best friend, since I’ve been spending time with Rocky and the others,” you told him. “Plus, I have a song in mind that I know you love, too.”

Woojin took this as a sign. Maybe you possibly liked him back too. Maybe.

While everyone else would think of Troublemaker, K.A.R.D, and Dean or Crush were everyone’s main favorites to choose from for duets. These performances were performed in front of the teacher, so it didn’t matter if you did the same song unless the second group had the same choreography as the first group to perform that song. The song the two of you knew by heart was Boys and Girls by Zico and Babylon. No one really favored that song, instead, they chose Bermuda Triangle over Boys and Girls. 

For a week after school, you and Woojin would stay behind to hang out and choreograph the dance to it. A few days before the project would be performed, Rocky asked you out on a date. Of course, you accepted. Everyone cooed and the news spread. Woojin, being in a different class than you, heard the news later than most of the students. He was a bit heartbroken, and he couldn’t give up on his best friend. He still loved you with all his heart, wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was a place in your heart that really loved him. 

After school, you walked to the park with Rocky for your first date. He would make small conversation, and you finally asked why he wanted you to be his girlfriend. 

“I really see you as you are, Y/N. I love you for being an out-spoken person. And I was wondering... Could you teach me the dance you and Woojin learned? Seems interesting.” 

You nodded and smiled, replaying the part about how he saw you as who you were. When you two get to the park, you tell him you can teach him the dance there. So, on the basketball court, you start teaching him the chorus first. With your phone, you play music and Rocky learns the dance quickly. 

After the date, you and Rocky were officially a couple. This was when you noticed that Woojin was a bit off-task, often zoning out during your guys’ practices. You didn’t really mention anything though. 

A few days before the project, you were in lunch with Woojin, the Fantagio boys, and all of your other friends. Woojin, who was sitting on one side of you, was quietly eating. You told him that you taught Rocky Boys and Girls while everyone was talking. He looked at you and suddenly snapped.

“Why would you do that?” He shouts, glaring at you.

“He asked and I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“Well, it is. What if he steals the dance?”

“I won’t,” Rocky interjects, the table suddenly going quiet.

“I don’t trust you.”

Woojin leaves, his tray sitting in it’s spot on the table while begging for him to come back. You watch as he leaves, and you desperately want to get up and apologize, but Rocky tells you to give him some time. He presses a kiss upon your lips, making everyone ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’. Instead of a heart-fluttering feeling in your stomach, you get a gut-wrenching punch. After school, you head to the practice room, hoping Woojin is there. But he’s not. You practice by yourself.

The next day, Woojin only talks to you in English because you and him are paired up. You try getting him to talk to you about more than just English, but he simply shrugs and looks away. You practice alone that night, too.

The day after that, you give up on trying to talk to him. You spend the majority of your time with Rocky and the other boys, the other small part of the day being spent with Guanlin and Seonho in math. You go to the practice room, bummed that Woojin hasn’t been showing up to practice. You enter the practice room and finally hear music playing. You search the room and spot Woojin on his phone in the middle of the room, headphones on his ears. Boys and Girls blasts from the headphones and he looks up to meet your eyes. Woojin pauses the music, lets his headphones rest on his neck, and he gets up.

“Ready for practice?” He asks, as if nothing’s wrong.

You stare at him in disbelief and nearly scream at him, but you only nod, letting your backpack slip to the ground. He smiles, his snaggletooth only slightly showing.

“Hey, um,” you start, a bit hesitant. “Rocky is coming by to watch…”

“That’s fine,” Woojin tells you, putting his phone and headphones away. “Let’s dance.”

You just nod again, a bit heartbroken that Woojin won’t really talk to you.

For about an hour, you and him practice the song over and over, not speaking to one another besides “should we do it again?” and “yeah”. During your guys’ ending pose, you turn to him, about to ask him if you should practice again until his lips are suddenly upon yours.

Unlike your most recent kisses with Rocky, this one had your heart fluttering like crazy. Your heart was burning with excitement and happiness as you let him continue, his arms around your waist. Suddenly, the door slams open. You notice Rocky in the reflection, and he stares at you and Woojin close together. You push Woojin off with a sick sloshing in your stomach and you don’t stick around to see him react. You run out and into the nearest bathroom or storage room and finally come to the janitor’s closet, locking yourself inside.

After what seems like only a few seconds, a knock sounds on the door.

“Y/N? It’s me.”

You unlock the door. Rocky immediately hugs you, enveloping you into his arms.

“Where’s Woojin?” You timidly ask, sniffling.

“I took care of him... Gave him a few hits and Jin Jin came in to break us up.”

“Are you hurt?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask where Woojin was and how badly hurt he was.

“I’m fine. Woojin got no hits on me.”

You stare at Rocky as he gives you a smile.

“We’re over.”

Rocky gapes at you.

“If you’re wondering why, it’s because you hurt my best friend. Even if he did kiss me… Even if… Whatever. It was never you. Don’t talk to me.”

You turn and stalk out of the closet door, ignoring Rocky’s ridiculous please. Once you get back to the practice room, it’s empty. The first person you call is Jin Jin. He doesn’t pick up, and you run as fast as you can out of the school to the nearest hospital, preparing for the worst.