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joonsrack · 4 years ago

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Masterpiece | KTH x KNJ

+PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Kim Namjoon

+GENRE: Oneshot, crack, angst, smidge of smut, College AU, stranger to lover

+WORD COUNT: ~13k

+RATING: 18+

+WARNING: Taehyung has face blindness, NSFW, (very) foul language, overuse of the word penis and it’s synonyms, pinning, misunderstandings, Namjoon is like real’ dumb, a little hanky panky but nothing scandalous.

+SUMMARY:

“So let me recap here, you don’t know his name, his major, his department, his age, his number, nor his face. The only clue you have is this drawing, which basically looks like a textbook example of unrealistic body expectations. You apparently know every nook and cranny of his [REDACTED], but you didn’t have the decency to ask his name? You deserve this.” He cackles, angering Taehyung.

(OR the one where Taehyung has face blindness but that won't stop him from finding love. )

+A/N: Well, it’s been almost a year since I’ve posted anything, and almost as much time since i last wrote anything (except for the occasional guilt writing lmao). So this is me coming back with a vengeance (and the dumbest thing i’ve ever written). This is all thanks to (or to be blamed on) @minloop who put up with my non-stop messaging, gave me some plot ideas, and actually inspired me to finish this in three days. Thank you to my baby @emojihobi for the emotional support and the beta reading 💖

+Disclaimer: I got all my info on face blindness from google searches, so please forgive any inaccuracy.

Face blindness has definitely made Taehyung’s life difficult.

There’s the obvious problem of not being able to recognize your parents. Remember this childhood trauma of holding a random stranger’s hands in the mall, thinking it’s your mother or father? Taehyung had to live through that many, many times; except he wouldn’t realize until said stranger would shake his hand off, or until his parents would swoop in to get him. The fact that he’s never been kidnapped is down to pure luck, really.

Making friends, you guessed it, has also been a challenge. It’s difficult explaining to kids why you ignored them when you saw each other in the hallway. Kids don’t always understand “I didn’t recognize you” as an explanation, especially if you’ve been in the same class since pre-k.

But this? This is a new and unforeseen crisis.

His dorm room is very quiet, which is not unusual since he has a solo room. But he’s pretty sure he went to sleep with a plus one, and said plus one is nowhere to be seen.

Now, he isn’t a stranger to one-night stands sneaking out after he falls asleep. He likes to take night conquests to his dorm room for this exact reason; He can go right to sleep, while they take themselves out. Easy breezy no string attached-y. That’s usually the way he wants it to be.

But this time is different. Last night was different. Last night, Taehyung had the best night of his life, hands down. Best bangs of his existence. Bangs plural because they went more than once. How that’s even possible when his teenage years are long gone and days with multiple orgasms are less and less common, he has no idea.

He’s probably ruined for anyone else. Nothing could ever compare to the night he just spent getting his back blown out.

Now, Taehyung is a sculptor. A very gifted one at that (if his teachers’ praises are anything to go by). Taehyung knows body proportions, knows perfect rations, all that stuff. He knows it on marble bodies, in sketches, in painting. Not on actual human beings.

Until last night.

Last night, he witnessed the body of a god. He scratched at perfect skin, held on to beautifully defined and strong arms, rode perfect thighs. Last night, he shed a tear at the view of some perfect knees. Last night, he realized that art truly imitates nature.

And that’s not all.

Taehyung can admit he owns a nice dick; it’s decently shaped, the color is nice, and the size is slightly over average.

But what he witnessed the night before?

The Narcissus of dicks; the most beautiful dick on the planet. The most beautiful dick in history . Probably even prettier than Narcissus’ face himself. (But Taehyung doesn’t know what Narcissus' face looks like, so he’s only assuming.)

From the perfect red color of its beautifully shaped head to the gracefully intertwined veins leading to a sturdy looking hilt, peppered with well-kept pubic hair, ending in an exquisitely wrinkled ballsack. The girth was over average; big enough to make size queens (such as Taehyung) salivate, but not big enough to scare away enthusiasts. And the length? The dude is lucky he’s a grower and not a show-er, or he would never know peace. Mainly because the likes of Taehyung or Park Jimin would never let him be.

But where is that most perfect penis right now?

Attached to its perfectly shaped and mysterious owner, probably miles away.

Very problematic, indeed.

“So what you’re saying is, you fell asleep, and when you woke up he was gone? Isn’t that how it’s usually supposed to go?” Yoongi sounds disgruntled on the other end of the face call, face half mushed in his pillow, hair disheveled and eyes squinty. It’s not yet 1 pm after all, which is still considered morning for people like Min Yoongi.

“Noooo, not this time.” Taehyung whines,” This time he was supposed to stick around and ask me to marry him in the morning. Isn’t that obvious? We went at it four times for fuck sake, doesn’t that mean anything anymore?”

Jimin chokes on his matcha oatmeal milk latte, eyes going wide. “Four times?! Now that is a monster stamina. He basically squeezed your balls dry.” There’s a pause, then he says to someone off-camera, “It’s rude to stare, ma’am.”

“Stop ruining my morning with your screaming,” Yoongi grunts out, rubbing his eyes. “So what do you want us to do about this?”

Taehyung fumbles around his desk for a moment, looking through his piles of sketches until he finds it, his only clue.

“Do you two know this man?” He asks, pulling out a sketch he did quickly off his memory of the mystery man’s body. He pulls out a second one, this one is a close-up of his perfect penis. He might have gone off tangent with the shading, but he couldn't stop himself, that dick deserves all the shading.

“Jesus fuck.” Yoongi signs.

“Baby, I’m sure you’re aware that if I knew anyone with a body and a dick like that, you would never have been able to put your dirty paws on him.”

Taehyung turns hopeful eyes to Yoongi after glaring at Jimin for a good 10 seconds, but Yoongi only shakes his head no.

“I don’t have a habit of making my friends strip around me, sadly. I wouldn’t be able to tell even if I knew him.”

“You two are useless” Taehyung signs, his body deflating. Yoongi takes offense and hangs up. Or maybe he was going to hang up either way.

“So let me recap here, you don’t know his name, his major, his department, his age, his number, nor his face. The only clue you have is this drawing, which basically looks like a textbook example of unrealistic body expectations. You apparently know every nook and cranny of his penis, but you didn’t have the decency to ask his name? You deserve this.” He cackles, angering Taehyung.

“I was busy sucking his dick, asshole.” He spits, but Jimin only snorts in answer.

“Good luck finding the owner of Mystery Penis.” He quips back, before hanging up as well.

All hope is lost. Never in his life has he despised his face blindness as much as he does right now. Of course, it’s never been easy dealing with it throughout his life. He’s lucky he has two solid friends he can count on. Although Jimin regularly dyes and changes his hairstyle without warning to mess with him. And Yoongi basically has two hours of availability per week, usually arranged around his sleeping schedule.

But he knows they care for him, and he cares for them.

He drags his feet to class. He uses ‘class’ lightly; being a third-year means most of his courses are spent in the workshop, working on his graduate exhibition.

He’s got his trusty overalls on, covered in clay stains. He’s been working with clay for the last few weeks, using the medium for two of his exhibition pieces.

He greets his teacher at the front desk with a nod, before making his way to his desk. Today’s playlist consists of oldies, and he makes it to his desk just as Lionel Richie’s voice fills the room.

He snorts, rolling his eyes.

Hello is a classic of sculpting classes. No matter the teacher or the Instructor, they all love to play that song on repeat, and he usually doesn’t pay it any mind. But right now, isn’t there a more perfect song to taunt him?

Lionel Richie asks if it’s him he’s looking for, as he’s pulling his tool out of his bag. He unwraps the plastic wrap from around the latest project he’s been working on, already planning his next move.

He’s pretty sure the sculpting world is all over that song only because of the music video.

It’s obvious that the whole ‘blind girl sculpting’ thing–

Oh.

Oh dear god. The music video.

The music video.

Taehyung has an idea.

His hands move before he can fully realize the plan in his head, rewrapping his project, and getting some new clay from the front of the class.

His teacher looks him up and down in all his frantic and excited glory.

“A sudden stroke of inspiration?” He questions, sounding curious.

“Something like that.” Taehyung smiles, trying to act inconspicuous. His teacher won’t let him take the clay if it’s not for his graduate exhibition.

He makes it back to his station without any more inquiry and starts to work right away.

Jimin was right, he does know every nook and cranny of that penis. He spent hours getting acquainted with it, and he has an excellent memory (Except for faces, obviously).

All the other students are too busy working on their final projects to notice the massive penis under construction a few feet from them. If anyone asks, Taehyung will proudly answer that it’s a life-sized depiction. But no one is asking, so he simply works on bringing the piece to life. The students in his class rarely talk to him, since he hasn’t gone out of his way to develop any type of relationship with them. It’s easier like that.

Once he’s done, many hours later, he’s alone in the workshop with the sun setting outside.

He ogles proudly at his masterpiece, the erect penis standing tall on his station, truly a creature of beauty. It’s a perfect replica, down to the ballsack wrinkles; down to the cute mole at the hilt. Of course, it’s clay-colored, and it probably won't change since Taehyung hates painting his creations, but he’s absolutely certain that everything else is exactly like the original.

The oven has been preheating for a while, so it’s hot and ready to bake some penis. The only thing left is to leave it to cure for a while. Any ol’ regular penis would have taken less than an hour to cure, but we’re talking about a monster cock here.

He pops it into the oven, sets a timer, just in time for a knock at the door to pull him out of his penis-induced craze.

“Yo, Tae,” Yoongi’s voice resonates from the door frame.

Taehyung grabs a rag from his station to clean his hand with before making his way to his friend. There’s someone with him, and Yoongi signals at his friend with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Remember Namjoon?” He asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. Jimin and Yoongi have taken to the habit of identifying the people they’re with, so Taehyung doesn't have to embarrass himself trying to figure it out on his own. That way, they don’t have to explain his condition to every single person that isn’t in his immediate friend circle.

(Is it even a circle if it’s two people?)

He sends a nod in Namjoon’s way and gets a wave back, and that’s as far as their exchange goes, as usual. Except today, his whole body language reads nervous and tense. But that’s none of Taehyung’s business.

“We’re going to see some juniors perform in a pub, you want to come with?” Yoongi asks him, and Taehyung knows he means well, but he also knows that Yoongi knows he doesn’t like crowded spaces.

He and Jimin have tried to get him to go out more, but the only time Taehyung steps foot inside any type of alcohol selling establishment is when he wants to get laid. And there’s only one place he goes to then; that crappy little Bar near campus that’s only frequented by broke students who also want to get laid.

He doesn’t like anywhere that’s dark where there’s enough people to make him lose sight of his friends. Something about losing his parents at the mall one too many times.

“That sounds nice, but I have to finish this piece I’m working on.” He answers, trying to sound as regretful as he can. It doesn’t really work, judging by Yoongi’s unconvinced humming.

“Alright, careful when you go back home.” Yoongi finally answers, patting him on the shoulder.

He starts walking away, but his friend, Namjoon, stays frozen on the spot, facing him. He’s looking at Taehyung in some kind of way, but face blindness makes it hard for him to read other’s expressions. He raises a single eyebrow in interrogation, and that seems to make Namjoon snap out of it. He turns on his heel without as much as a goodbye, which, rude .

“'Kay, bye.” He mutters after him.

But he can’t hold it against him. He knows that ‘Namjoon’ has been a long-time friend of Yoongi and that they’ve spent some time together by association. Taehyung doesn’t go out of his way to get to know new people, so there’s a high chance Namjoon might have tried to approach him with friendship in mind, only to end up frustrated by Taehyung’s lack of interest. Happens all the time. He can’t really help it, reading intentions is not in his toolbox.

He should probably tell Yoongi to share his ‘secret’ with Namjoon. He seems nice enough from what he heard, so he would probably be understanding. It should at least clear up the misunderstanding, and Taehyung might even gain a new friend, who knows?

He makes his way back to his station, works on his actual project while the oven takes care of making his penis nice and hard.

The next morning, he wakes up to ten texts from Jimin, one from Yoongi, and multiple missed calls and voicemail from his workshop teacher.

Asshole with pink hair:

9:40 am ur crazy

9:40 am CRAZY

9:40 am This is hilarious

9:41 am That’s why i love u

9:41 am That is a beautiful dick

9:41 am Like it was nice on paper, but the 3D version definitely makes me wonder about its owner

10:26 am All the student body is buzzing about the mystery penis

10:27 am It’s on the front page of the school newspaper

10:27 am omg you dumbass u didnt write your number

10:27 am you didn't write your number anywhere brb dying of laughter

Hyungie:

11:32 am You didnt write your infos dumb dumb

Taehyung bangs his head on his pillow, hoping for quick death. How could he forget to write down his infos? How is anyone supposed to contact him?

Namjoon has come to learn quickly that university isn’t always the most sanest place on the planet. Cramming, into a single building, that amount of genius with that amount of insanity is bound to create interesting events.

He’s stopped being surprised by most things, might be guilty of doing some of those surprising things from time to time. But today? Today is on a whole new level.

Somehow, his dick is plastered all over the school, in every hallway, on every door. Think Regina George distributing the burn book copy all over school but, multiplied by 50, that’s how many pictures of his dick are distributed around school right now. Not an actual picture of his actual dick, but an actual picture of an actual clay replica, with big bold yellow letters spelling out 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PENIS?', and nothing else.

It’s vaguely threatening.

He wishes he couldn’t tell that it’s his penis, then maybe he could laugh with the rest of the student body. But there’s no mistaking it. One look and he knew. The person who printed those flyers made sure to include all the possible angles, too.

It’s 100% his dick.

The slight curve is there, the mole is there, everything is there.

The intentions of the maker are unclear, but there’s one thing for sure: he knows exactly who’s behind it. He only knows one sculptor who has seen his penis, and that’s the current bane of his life, Kim Taehyung.

It’s not enough that Taehyung has been completely ignoring his existence before their night of passion together, he’s also been ignoring him after.

And now this? Plastering his dick all over school? For absolutely no reason? Did he not like the night they spent together? Was this a great big ploy to make fun of him? Is this Taehyung’s way to reject him? To tell him to stay away from him? He knows he’s never been really subtle with his crush, but isn’t this going way too far?

At least he had the very, very basic decency to forgo his name from the flyers, or Namjoon might have had to run away to the next town.

Namjoon is not dumb, he knows his ancient Greece lore and what they thought about big dicks.

Taehyung didn’t write this so people would look at the dick, he’s obviously calling him a dick. And for what, pinning on him for the last year? Can’t a man have a crush in peace?

Maybe he shouldn't have approached Taehyung that night.

One thing is for sure, Taehyung is sending him a very clear message to stay away from him.

He spent a fortune printing all those hands out, and now he has to reprint them all? Taehyung knows very well he can’t afford another round of mass printing. Plus the librarian probably won’t ever let him walk into the library again. She had to come and refill the printer at least three times in the hour he was there. The environmental club was even called on scene by one of the students waiting for his turn at the printer. Talk about a snitch.

He can’t afford to reprint everything, and there’s no way he’ll go around school writing his number by hand.

He listens to the voicemails from his teacher then, uncovering a new hurdle.

The first one goes like this:

"Kim Taehyung I know it’s you, you left that thing on your desk."

Then the second:

"Kim Taehyung, you will take down these handouts right this instant before the Dean can see them, you hear me? He'll put you on probation and my head on a stick."

Taehyung muffles his groans into his pillow. Maybe it’s a good thing he forgot to include his number. He should have thought of that before.

He throws on some clothes, heeding his teacher’s warning. He better get to school quickly.

He texts Yoongi and Jimin to take down as many as they can if they want to see him live for another day. Yoongi doesn’t answer and Jimin only texts back asking if he can keep one for his room.

Some friend circle he’s got there.

He makes it onto campus in under half an hour, and gets to work, taking them down as quickly as he can.

He’s got only a few hallways left to do when someone taps him sharply on the shoulder. He spins around, dreading the moment he comes face to face with the Dean. Not that he could recognize the Dean.

“Are you the Dean?” He stammers in a small voice.

“What? No- you. I swear to god. Just tell me if you hate me that much.” Stranger says, before putting his long leg to good use, striding away from him. He throws a bunched-up flyer on the floor before disappearing down the hallway as quickly as he’s appeared.

Taehyung is stunned for a good minutes, utterly confused

The voice sounds similar, but other than that he has no idea who just spit those words at him. He doesn’t hate anyone, and he doesn't see why anyone would believe he has those kinds of ill feelings towards them.

Now that his plan has miserably failed, Taehyung falls into hopelessness once again. He lays in bed, holding his precious sculpture to himself. It’s the only thing he has left from his fateful encounter. Or he thought it was fate, but now he’s wondering if that was life making fun of him.

Jimin is laying by his side, examining the sketch of the body with clear interest. It’s making Taehyung feel a little possessive.

“Maybe you should try again in the school gym, no one gets a body like that from not going to the gym. You could say you’re looking for a model or something.”

Taehyung stares at his friend with all the admiration he can muster.

“I would kiss you so hard right now.”

“We tried that once, remember?”

“Yes, and that’s why I won’t be doing it, but I would, just so you know.”

“Cool.”

He snatches the sketch out of Jimin’s hands to get to work on the shading, trying to get his drawing as realistic looking as possible. Making a whole body out of clay would take too long, so Taehyung will have to settle for his sketch.

Once he’s done, some 30 minutes have passed. He whirl around on his desk chair, waving the sketch around successfully, only to stop dead in his tracks. He finds Jimin with his precious sculpture halfway down his throat.

“Jimin!” He exclaims, fuming. “Get your dirty mouth off my penis!”

Jimin startles and chokes in surprise, but then bursts out laughing once the sculpture is safely out of his mouth.

“Sorry, sorry. I was just really curious about the size. You never cease to amaze me.”

Taehyung snatches his precious phallus back, grabbing some tissues to wipe off Jimin's drool.

“If I can’t find him, this is going up my ass, so don’t touch it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jimin grimaces, rearranging himself on the bed. He grabs his phone to waste some time, probably ignoring his other responsibilities as the end of their final semester is quickly approaching. “You want to end up in the emergency room? Just use it to make a mold and replicate it with some silicon at least.”

Taehyung raises both eyebrows in astonishment.

“Jimin, your genius never ceases to amaze me.”

He successfully drags Jimin with him to the campus gym. Normally the prospect of hot sweaty people grunting, in various states of undress would attract Jimin like a bee to honey, but since he’s already banged or broken up with half the people that go there, Taehyung has to keep a firm hold on his friend’s wrist.

“Why do I have to come with you again?”

“It was your idea, so you’re taking responsibility.”

“I don’t like taking my responsibilities, they suck,” Jimin grumbles, but he stops trying to run away.

The moment they step into the gym, they’re assaulted by the musky smell of sweat and determination. There’s a high volume of people working out, probably wanting to channel their end-of-semester jitters into iron pumping.

Taehyung spots the front desk, putting his business smile on while reaching into his folder. He hears Jimin greet someone, going off by himself, but Taehyung bears him no mind and heads straight for the Woman working the counter.

“Hi there,” he says, charm on, “ I was wondering if you could help me out,-”

“Yes you can put your flyers up, no you don’t have to pay for it, no we won’t take it down before the end of the semester, yes I do have some tape.” She says without missing a beat, not looking up at him.

“Damn, maybe I’m here because I want to sign up for a membership.”

She finally looks up from her computer, assessing Taehyung from head to toe.

“No you don’t babe. Here’s the tape.” She says, handing him the tape while blowing a bubble with her pink gum. Multitasking at its finest.

Taehyung doesn’t feel like taking her on a debate, so he gets hold of the roll of tape and gets to work, spotting where other people left their flyers so he can put his right by them.

He scans the gym once or twice with a quick look, trying to see if, by a stroke of luck, Mystery Man could be there. No one that is shirtless has the body he’s looking for, and he sadly doesn’t have x-ray vision to check the rest. No amount of wishing as a kid made him grow that ability.

He puts up the first flyer, this time containing all his info, and stares at it proudly. He's got a good feeling about this.

Jimin finds him again as he’s putting up his last flyer, sounding excited about something.

“I had no idea Namjoon worked out. He’s got nice arms hidden beneath those sweatshirts.”

“Namjoon? Yoongi’s friend?”

“Yeah! And he changed his hair color, it looks really good on him. A little lighter than he used to have.”

Taehyung nods along, not really pressed to know more. He’s got other fish to fry.

Namjoon slowly counts to 30 after seeing Taehyung leave the premises, before he basically sprints to the nearest wall, spotting the flyers Taehyung has put up.

There’s a sketch on it, a sketch of a body. A body that looks strangely like his. He frowns, before reading the caption.

“Sculpting student looking for body model. Body must look like this. Call XXX-XXX-XXXX. Food as compensation. ”

Namjoon cannot believe his eyes. Taehyung knows he’s got that exact body type, yet he didn’t ask for his help. If he needed any other confirmation that Taehyung hates him, there’s one right there.

Just what did he do to the man to make him hate him so much?

Since he’s confronted him in the hallway, Taehyung still hasn’t reached out to him. It would be easy to do. He knows Taehyung has his number, they exchanged it when they first met, so nothing is stopping him. Unless he’s happy with the way things are.

Maybe Jimin is not as much of a genius as he thought. By the sixth person that walks in to be a body model, he realizes this is getting expensive in food bribes and studio fees. He has also stopped putting up the pretense of wanting to sketch anyone anymore.

But this time, It’s one Jung Hoseok who walks in.

“Have we slept together before?” He asks right off the bat, tired of wasting his precious time. It’s his new modus operandi; invite them in, ask the burning question, then send them on their way with the promised food to avoid complaints.

“I don’t believe so, but maybe we should fix that,” Hoseok answers, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Your flyers have a nude body on it, you made me come to a private studio, isn’t this a nude modeling thing?” Hoseok questions, but doesn’t stop undressing. He’s already reaching for his belt.

Something tells Taehyung this man would be really sad to be told to put his clothes back on. The way he’s unapologetically getting naked tells Taehyung everything he needs to know.

“So, why are you asking?” He inquires while posing, everything hanging loose and stuff. “Is that how you get laid? Asking hot dudes to model, then seducing them once they’re naked and vulnerable?”

Jung Hoseok doesn’t seem to be feeling very vulnerable right now, but Taehyung keeps that to himself.

“God no. Jesus that would be sleazy of me.”

“Not as sleazy as asking me if we’ve slept together 5 seconds into our first meeting.” Hoseok points out.

“ Touché. ” He admits, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Hoseok doesn’t press him for an answer, and they spend the next few minutes in silence, the only sound coming from Taehyung's pencil on the thick page of his sketchbook.

Jung Hoseok, standing confidently in front of him in all of his naked glory, has a certain aura around him. The way he holds himself, no hesitation to bare it all, head held high; it's like he never had to hide anything in his life. Like he never knew shame. To the point where it inspires Taehyung to utter the next words:

“I have face blindness.” He starts off, which gets his model’s attention. He keeps his eyes down on his paper to avoid eye contact, feeling rusty when it comes to revealing this part of himself. He continues quickly, “I had a one-night stand with this– perfect greek god. He had the perfect penis, too. Best sex of my life.” He's making good progress on his sketch, Hoseok’s body graceful and easy to put on paper. “I’m trying to find him, but I don’t know anything about him, and I can’t tell people’s faces apart." He chuckles deprecatingly, "The only clue I have is the way his body looks. So I put up this ad for body models hoping he would show up.”

Hoseok breaks his pose to slap his hands together, then pointing at him. “Oh my god, are you the one that plastered the whole school with the penis sculpture a few days ago? Was that your version of a ‘Wanted’ poster?”

Taehyung feels his cheeks warm up.

“Yeah, but I almost lost my diploma over that so let’s not mention it.”

Hoseok laughs with his whole body, clapping his hands together a few more times as if to express his excitement.

“That was the best thing to ever happen on this campus since 1993, thank you for that.”

His statement piques Taehyung's interest.

“What happened in 1993?” He asks, expecting anything but what comes outs of Hoseok's mouth next.

“My mom and dad conceived me in the bathroom of the literature wing.”

Taehyung chortles, surprising even himself with how loud it is.

“Now that’s a conception story worth telling your kids.”

“They didn't tell me; They got caught and got expelled the next day. They framed their expulsion letter, it’s still on display in the kitchen.” Hoseok’s voice is dripping with fondness, betraying his love for his family. “The thing is, I learned how to read at a very early age.”

Taehyung is possessed by another wave of uncontrollable laughter. He wipes a stray tear from his eyes, taking a second to compose himself.

“There, you’re looking a little better now. “

Taehyung looks up at the man, standing there in his birthday suit, going out of his way to cheer him up even though they’re perfect strangers.

(Maybe not so perfect since he’s seen him naked, but still.)

He chuckles again, going back to his sketching.

“Wait does this mean you don’t actually need models right now?”

“Well yeah," Taehyung answers, shrugging his shoulders, "But you looked like you would be really disappointed if I told you to stop undressing, so I just went along with it.”

Hoseok nods his agreement, going back into his original position.

“Good call. Now that we’re here you better get the shading of my calves right. They’re my pride and glory.”

“On it.”

Who would have thought that this whole ordeal would have somehow turned into Taehyung making a new friend.

He looks at the contact number in his phone staring back at him. It’s written 'Jung Hoseok' with a little sun emoji. He’s told him everything he needs to know to avoid misunderstandings, and Hoseok left with the promise to always greet him first when they see each other in the hallway. It’s sad that he only met the man in his last stretch before getting his degree, but as they say: better late than never.

He’s excited to get to know Hoseok, but he doesn’t know if he should text him first. He’s feeling a little socially rusty, having not approached anyone with the intention of being friends in a long, long time. Which is why he jumps with glee when he sees he’s got a text notification from his new friend. But then he reads the text, and the glee morphes into unadulterated excitement.

Jung Hoseok 🌞:

4:56 pm I think i know who your penis belongs to

4:56 pm can you send me a picture? I lost the flyers i kept from that time

4:59 pm You sent a picture

5:01 pm Yeah it’s really similar

5:01 pm Kim Seokjin, XXX-XXX-XXXX, probably currently working the counter at the campus coffee shop.

5:02 pm He’s tall, broad shoulders, awesome dick

Taehyung doesn’t even take the time to text back his thanks; he wraps up his project in a disorderly manner, wiping his hands on his shirt with no care in the world. He throws his backpack on and basically sprint to the coffee shop he usually tends to avoid. The owner is totally an evil capitalist, ripping off students with his overpriced coffee.

He gets there in record time, gasping for air as his poor lungs try to keep up with enough exercise to last him a lifetime.

He’s covered in clay stains, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, clothes in dismay, lungs wheezing, so he should probably expect the next few events that unfold.

He walks into the coffee shop still out of breath, asks if Kim Seokjin is there to the first employee he sees. This is one of those times where he’s happy he can’t read people’s expressions, because he has a feeling he’s being judged very much right now.

“He… just got off his shift.” The man at the counter answers hesitantly.

“Can you tell me where he went?” And what he was wearing?” Taehyung may be sounding a little desperate, but he doesn’t have the time to care.

“He was still in his uniform, so green, and he went that way.” He indicates with a vague wave of the hand.

Taehyung starts running again, this time looking even more crazed as he scans his surroundings like a mad man, looking for someone tall with broad shoulders wearing green.

He spots him after running for a few minutes, thanking the heavens that the employee sent him in the right direction. He had every reason not to.

“Kim Seokjin!” He calls out, picking up his pace despite his lungs begging for a break. “Wait!”

He sees the man stop, take one look at him over his admittedly very large shoulders, then start sprinting away from him.

“No! Wait up!” He pushes himself harder than he ever has, his legs and lungs burning under the continuous strain, head feeling a little faint. “Please!” He calls out again in desperation. “Please look at my penis!”

This catches Seokjin’s attention, and he thankfully stops running, turning around as if to wait for him. Taehyung slows down to a jog, then to a complete stop, bending over gasping for air. Once his breathing is finally somewhat back to normal, he straightens up, only to come face to face with a bottle of pepper spray.

“W-wait!” He stutters, falling on his ass. “I swear I’m not a creep!”

“That’s exactly what a creep would say.” Seokjin answers, hovering over him threateningly, aiming the pepper spray directly at Taehyung’s face.

“I swear I just need you to look at my penis.”

This was the wrong thing to say apparently, because Seokjin gives the bottle a good shake as if to activate it. “That doesn’t sound as reassuring as you seem to think.”

“No! Wait!” He pleads again. “Not my penis.” He takes off his backpack, frantically digging through it until he finally pulls out his sculpture. “ This penis.”

Seokjin doesn’t look totally convinced, but he finally lowers his weapon. “That’s a beautiful cock.” He admits after a moment of staring in silence.

“Thank you. Is it yours?”

"I don't remember owning that sculpture."

"Not the sculpture; the Penis."

Seokjin frowns, extending his hand, and Taehyung gingerly deposits his precious sculpture into his palm. The man finally puts away his pepper spray to free both his hands. He examines the penis under every angle, trying out the hold, measuring the testicles with his palm, staring at it long and hard.

Taehyung takes the opportunity to stand back up, keeping his distance this time.

“It does look very similar,” he concludes, hands going to his chin. “But this is not my penis. I don’t have a mole there.”

Taehyung deflates. He still asks, just in case. “So we haven’t slept together?”

Seokjin gives him back his sculpture with a snort. “You don’t look like anything I've ever slept with.”

Taehyung realizes the state he’s in. He must look ridiculous right now.

“I’m from the sculpting department. I didn’t have the time to clean up. I don’t usually go around looking like I just rolled in the mud.”

“Explains a lot.” Seokjin nods, looking him up and down.

He dusts himself off as best as he can, but he can’t do much more cleaning up than that. He’ll probably have to go back home looking like that.

“So what’s your name?”

Taehyung feels dumb, he didn’t even have the decency to introduce himself before pulling out his penis. His social skills are frankly lacking.

“I’m Kim Taehyung. Sorry about all that, someone told me you could have the original version of this sculpture.”

“I’m flattered. It is pretty similar. Can I ask why you’re going around asking people to look at your– At this penis?”

Taehyung sighs deeply, looking down at the penis in his hand. He did it once, he can do it again.

“Long story short I had an amazing one-night stand with the owner of this beautiful creature, but I have no idea who he is and the only clue I have is my perfect memory of his penis.”

“Sounds like a proper modern-day Cinderella story. But how come you don’t remember his face?” Seokjin questions, a hint of worry in his voice that would make sense in any other situation than Taehyung’s.

“I…. have face blindness, it’s this whole-”

“Ah, Yes, Prosopagnosia, I heard about that in class.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, so this is my only way of finding him.”

“So the Penis Flyers-”

“Yeah, that was also me. Forgot to write down my info, got caught by my teacher, that was a whole mess.” Taehyung admits, feeling discouraged.

“So now you’re basically going around town asking every man to try on the metaphorical glass shoes.”

“Basically.”

“Maybe don’t start off with ‘please look at my penis’ next time?” Seokjin recommends, which makes sense.

“I’ve been told that asking if we’ve slept together first thing is making me sound sleazy.”

“Yeah well, asking people to look at your penis isn’t better.”

“I’ll take good note of that.”

He drags his feet all the way back home.

He sees, pushed in the corner of his room, the material he got to make a mold, and wonders if now is the time to give up.

His exhibition is coming up, this whole thing made him late on his projects, and now he’s certain he’ll never reunite with Mystery Man. Maybe Mystery Man just doesn’t want to be found. Maybe he’s seen all his attempts and has simply steered clear, avoiding him all along. Maybe it’s time for Taehyung to make himself a silicon version and move on. He’s exhausted all his options, he’s out of time, and out of ideas.

He’s reading through the molding instruction, glad that this should be easy since he’s using a sculpture and not an actual living and breathing dick, when he realizes he hasn’t exhausted all his options. There’s still hope.

He jumps in the shower, picks out an outfit befitting of his destination, and goes off with hope in his heart.

The Bar isn't too busy, this being the middle of a school week, but there’s still some people going about, sharing drinks and being loud, in total denial of the oncoming train that is the end of a semester

Taehyung spots the barman, beeline for him.

“Hey, do you know who usually works on Sundays?”

“That would be me.” Mr.Barman says, convincing Taehyung he finally has luck on his side.

Mr.Barman is on the tall side, with nice tattooed arms and wavy over-bleached hair tucked behind his ears. He’s making his forearm bulge seductively by polishing some beer glasses, and if Taehyung wasn’t on a mission to find his possible Mr.Perfect, he would be actively trying to get into his pants.

“Do you, by any chance, recognize me?”

Mr.Barman doesn’t miss a beat.

“You’re a regular. And you gave me a blowjob once. Why are you asking?”

Well, Taehyung might have many flaws but at least he’s consistent.

“I was wondering if you remembered seeing me a few weeks ago– I was with a dude, about this height, with this body,” he adds, pulling out the sketch. He looks a little crazed, once again. But it’s ok, he’s reaching for straws here. “He had dark hair, but that’s all I can tell you. See, I have face-”

“-Blindness, I know, you cry about it every time you get drunk.”

Hm. And Taehyung thought he was a character full of mystery.

“I do know who you’re talking about. He’s a regular too.”

The irritation Taehyung feels is only momentary, everything melting away with this new bit of information. Someone saw them, someone knows what his Mystery Man looks like. He didn't hallucinate the whole thing.

“Do you know his name??” He asks, pleading with his eyes. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest, desperation tangible.

“No. And he hasn’t been here since that night.” He says, crushing every hope and dream Taehyung mustered up in the last five seconds. He pauses his polishing, head tilting to the side. “But I do remember his face. I can try and draw him if you want.”

10 minutes later, Taehyung is looking at his disability in the face.

“Wow, you did it. You perfectly illustrated how people with face blindness see others.” Taehyung says, looking down at the drawing Jungkook (he asked for his name) quickly scribbled on a piece of napkin. It looks exactly like how he sees others.

Jungkook being good-natured, only laugh it off. “I can’t do much here, I’m working. But if you give me your number, I can try and do a better sketch once I get home. I’m from the painting department.”

“You would do that for me?” Taehyung asks, feeling deeply moved by Jungkook’s kindness.

“Sure, it’s good practice for my portrait class anyways. You can take this as a thank you for the blow job.”

Taehyung nods to himself.

“I do give amazing blowjobs.”

Jungkook, like any good art student, does not appreciate being rushed.

After a whole week of being told “it’s not ready yet”, Taehyung stops asking.

He also wakes up one morning and realizes he only has a few days left before his exhibition.

Not only is he not done with all his pieces, he still hasn’t started studying for his finales which happen to be the week before his exhibition, meaning, the next day.

He pushes aside any thought of Mystery Man (except when he hugs the sculpture at night, heart yearning for the original), and jumps straight into his cramming strategy, which consists of hitting himself with the books until he’s absorbed the material. If he’s not studying, taking a finale, or sleeping, he’s huddled in the workshop with the other students of his department, functioning on coffee and eating various shades of sculpting material for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is not what Taehyung expected when he was told that artists live from their arts.

The day before his exhibition, he’s barely feeling human, he’s got dried clay in places clay should never find itself, he doesn’t know words anymore and he has basically forgotten his own name.

No matter how fast he works, he realizes he won’t be able to finish his last pieces in time. He’s wracking his brain for a solution, thinking long and hard about just what he could do, when it hits him.

The solution is right underneath his nose;

His penis. It was always his penis.

He’s supposed to expose pieces that he finds impactful, and if there’s anything that had a big impact on his life in the last few weeks, it’s his sculpture.

He can’t tell his teacher, he’ll categorically refuse. Not after the stunt he pulled with the flyers. Plus he wouldn't understand the cultural reset it was for Taehyung, finding and crafting that beautiful creature.

So he sets to work in secret. It shouldn’t be too hard, he hasn’t printed his labels yet. Plus the students are in charge of installing their own corner, meaning he can wait until the very last moment before the opening to put his penis on display.

He needs to find a name for his sculpture, so he texts his friends for help, but as usual, they are unhelpful.

Asshole with pink hair:

6:45 pm ‘ Suck on that’

Hyungie:

6:45 pm why are you asking me idk

Jung Hoseok 🌞 :

6:50 pm “ Long lost lover”

He’s glad to see that his new friend will fit right in once he introduces him to everyone.

He isn’t satisfied with the answer he gets, so he sends more text.

Kim Seokjin:

7:05 pm “Is this your penis?”

7:06 pm Or better yet, “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PENIS?”

7:06 pm that way people will understand how current your art is

7:10 pm Also I didn’t give you this number to chitchat

7:10 pm after we find out his identity im cutting all ties with you

7:11 pm Im just feeling invested right now

7:11 pm that’s all

7:17 pm Where’s your exhibition again?

Jeon Jungkook barman and artist:

9:56 pm idk

9:56 pm im almost done with the portrait btw

9:56 pm you mind if I use it for my exhibition

9:56 pm im really proud of it

So not much more help on that side either.

The next day, Taehyung is busy setting up his corner and feeling emotional over his last exhibition.

He’s done with uni. He can go off into the world and live from his art. Or more like, he’ll first find a side job that’ll suck the life out of him, to pay for his art. Then he’ll spend a few years regretting every decision that led him to be an artist, but just as he’s about to give up, his sculptures will be noticed by a mysterious millionaire that’ll commission him thousands of dollars at first. He’ll refer him to his rich friend who will be all over his art and will throw their money at him.

Yeah, it’s a nice pipe dream.

He makes sure all the labels are in place, the lights are hitting his pieces in all the right way, and that no one notices him putting his penis in the middle of his space 30 seconds before they open the doors.

By the time his teacher notices, it’s already too late; the place flooded with friends, family, and even the occasional art critics that the university invited.

It’s not like his penis feels out of place in his setup. Most of his pieces are on the theme of the human body; studies of movement, skin texture, whatnot. If you look at it as a whole, you almost have a whole body. The only thing missing is a face, which is extremely fitting for Taehyung.

The wave of people coming is not preferable for Taehyung, since he doesn’t like crowded places. He’s never been a fan of their exhibition opening nights over the years. He keeps himself busy by trying his best to merge with the wall while people circle his pieces. His friends know he won’t be able to recognize them in the crowd, so they’ll come to him by themselves, he simply has to make himself visible.

“Hey babe,” Jimin says with mirth in his voice, “Is that greek?”

“Yeah” Taehyung answers, fixing his eyes on his most beloved and central piece.

“I didn’t know you knew greek”

“I don’t, but Google does.”

The Penis is standing directly underneath his own spotlight, looking like a beacon of light, grabbing the envious stares of the people around it.

There’s a little white label by its base:

Kim Taehyung

πέος, 2021

Red Clay

(if you recognize this penis, please ask for the artist)

“ What does it mean?”

“ Penis ”

Jimin hums, crossing his arm over his chest. “I guess I was not expecting anything less.”

Yoongi chooses that moment to appear, whistling his praise.

“So you did work this semester.” He jokes, bobbing his head with approval.

“Har, har.” Like he’s one to talk. He basically spent the last few months becoming one with his bed.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he expects it to be Hoseok or Seokjin telling him they’re here, but instead it’s from Jungkook, and it’s a picture.

A little gasp of surprise escapes him.

His hands shake as he opens up the text app, his heart thumping as the picture loads. He presses on it once it’s ready, taking up the full screen, and Taehyung can finally-... well, Taehyung can’t do anything with that. His case of face blindness is pretty severe, so even drawings are unrecognizable for him. But it’s something! A new clue! He can make a flyer out of this! He can-

“Why do you have a portrait of Namjoon on your phone?”

Time stops.

Yoongi’s voice echoes in his head, mocking him, but also stealing the carpet right from underneath his feet.

Why do you have a portrait of Namjoon on your phone?

A portrait of Namjoon

Namjoon

Namjoon, who stood in front of him silently, that day Yoongi invited him out, probably expecting some kind of reaction from Taehyung.

Namjoon who frequents the campus gym.

Namjoon, who’s tall and broad-shouldered.

Namjoon, who’s been around Taehyung for a while but was never told about his condition.

Namjoon, who probably thinks Taheyung has been ignoring him all this time.

“Jesus fucking christ, My Mystery Man Is Kim Namjoon.”

Both his friends voice their confusion as Taehyung tries to rip his hair from his head.

“This penis belongs to Kim Namjoon, who doesn’t know I have face blindness, and who probably think I’ve been ignoring him all this fucking time.”

“Holy shit,” Yoongi says at the same time as Park Jimin, that prick, starts cackling uncontrollably. Taehyung always knew he was evil.

“This is- I’m so sorry but- This shouldn't be funny– But I can’t, it’s too funny.” He wheezes out in between laughter. “He was right there, probably confused as hell as to why you were showing his dick to everyone- I’m sorry this is so funny but also so, so sad. You never- oh my god.”

Under the attention of about half the gallery, he wipes the tears from his eyes, body convulsing with laughter.

“What the fuck are you waiting for.” He finally manages to say, taking a deep breath. “Hyung, didn’t you drag him here tonight?”

That seems to snap Yoongi out of his stupor.

“Fuck, yes he’s here, he’s... There!-” He says pointing somewhere, but then his voice dies down. “And now he’s leaving...”

Taehyung spots the man with a black cap currently walking out the exit with an angry stride. He reacts on instinct, running after his Not So Mysterious Man Anymore.

Kim Namjoon is having a very no good, very bad day.

Not because of school, no. He aced all his finales, he doesn’t even need to get his grades back to know.

Not because of the weather either. No, it’s a beautiful spring day, and there’s a hint of cherry blossom in the air, wrapping the world in a romantic tint.

No, the reason he’s having a very no good very bad day, is because he can’t, for the love of God, get Kim Taehyung out of his head.

It started with a very interesting dream, clearly drawing inspiration from the night they spent together. It woke him up at the crack of dawn, sweating up bullets and hard as a rock. Finding sleep afterward was nearly impossible, meaning his first precious day of vacation started way too fucking early.

Now music theory never sleeps, so he simply spent his morning trying to forget his dream, channeling all his energy on composing.

But then Min Yoongi, long-time friend and co-compositor, had to go and ruin his fragile peace of mind by reminding him he had two tickets for the sculpting department exhibition, and Namjoon was obligated to show up. Meaning he would inevitably run into Kim Taehyung; Meaning he would agonize about him all day; Meaning , that he would be thinking about Kim Fucking Taehyung all day.

But it’s ok, because he was finally starting to come to terms with that too. Taehyung would probably ignore him again, and all he needed to do was circle the gallery once and get the fuck out.

But no.

Oh no.

Life had better plans.

Because right into the center of Taehyung's exhibition space, is his very own penis, standing proudly, mocking him.

He can recognize it from the flyers, so he knows instantly that it’s Taehyung’s work.

He’s stunned by the audacity, wondering once again what he did to draw Taehyung’s ire upon himself. The flyers were not enough, no he had to go and put it on display as his final fuck you to Namjoon. Even wrote 'penis' in greek as a title, confirming Namjoon's theory that this is all a ploy to make fun of him.

Namjoon has had enough, he’s getting the fuck out of there.

He spins on his heel at the speed of light, taking advantage of every inch of his long legs to walk out as fast as possible. He ignores the call of his name that follows after him, readjusting the cap on his head.

He’s fuming, feeling tears of frustration building up. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s been nothing but respectful of Taehyung. He’s been staying away from him too.

He doesn’t deserve this.

He makes it a few blocks before his phone starts going off every 5 seconds with incoming texts, forcing him to finally look at it.

Yoongi Hyung:

6:14 pm Before anything, know that Taehyung suffers from severe face blindness.

6:14 pm I know you know what that means you wikipedia rat

6:15 pm I didn’t tell you cause it’s none of my business who he chooses to tell

6:15 pm But the dumbass has been trying to find you for weeks using your dick because he had no other way to identify you

6:15 pm Your pinning hasn't been exactly subtle either

6:16 pm he ran after you when you left but I bet he’s pleading with the wrong person in the street right now

6:17 pm Nice dick by the way

He rereads the series of text to try and make sense of them. Only after the third read, does he finally understand.

Well, shit.

“Please Namjoon listen to me, you have to listen to me, I didn't mean to ignore you, I just didn't know it was you!-” Taehyung pleads, holding on to his sleeve.

“Can you please let go of me?!”

His voice sounds a little older than what Taehyung remembers, but he doesn’t have the time to think too much about that. Maybe he’s got a cold or something.

“-I can explain everything if you can just give me two minutes-”

“I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not this kind of person.”

Taehyung isn’t deterred, holding on to him desperately “-Please I swear just two- no, one minute, even one minute is enough-”

Someone clears their throat, tapping him softly on the shoulder.

“Sorry sir, I believe my friend here is mistaking you for me.”

Now that’s a familiar voice. A voice he recognizes from many occasions.

Taehyung lets go of his poor unsuspecting victim, taking a step back which is all it takes for them to run away from him.

He finally comes face to face with the source of all his past weeks' torment.

The height is there, the shoulders are there, the body proportions are there, the hair color is completely different, but Jimin did mention he changed it recently. He’s got the black cap on, the one that made Taehyung mistake a perfect stranger on the street for him.

It’s him. He found him. It’s his Mystery Man, his cinderella. He’s got him.

“Namjoon?”

“Yes, that’s me.” He confirms, voice gentle.

“Kim Namjoon.” He repeats, trying the name out on his tongue. His body is filling up with butterflies, and he can’t feel his toes.

“And here I thought you just could never remember my name.”

“I can explain–” He rushes, eager to get rid of the misunderstanding.

“It’s ok, Yoongi told me.”

“And about your penis–”

“Yes, Yoongi told me about that too.” Namjoon cuts him off, the tip of his ears getting pink.

“I’m so sorry– I should have asked your name then. I mean– you made me come four times .”

Namjoon chuckles, catching one of Taehyung’s hands mid flail and holding it with both of his, making his heart jump.

“We’ve basically known each other for years, so maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t. I don’t think I would have appreciated it then.”

“I guess that’s true. I’m still sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, I could have come up to you first. I mean, I’m the one who sneaked out in the morning. I had an 8 am class, by the way. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. But you have my number so… I assumed you would call me. ”

“I have your number...?” It's pretty vague, but it does ring a bell. He's got a blurry memory of time, around their first meeting, when Namjoon and he had exchanged their numbers for Yoongi related reasons. “That’s right, I do have your number. Fuck.”

“Well, I know now this wouldn’t have changed anything for you, since you simply didn't know it was me you were with.” Namjoon snorts, but not unkindly. More at the situation.

But Taehyung still feels terrible.

“I’m so sorry.” He whines, feeling like burying his face in Namjoon’s chest. But they’re not there yet. “I tend to keep people at a distance to avoid misunderstandings.”

“It’s ok, I get it now. I guess I wish I knew before, but I get it now.”

“Good. I should have told you sooner. I was actually planning on doing it soon if that’s any consolation.”

“It is.” Namjoon murmurs, inching closer to him.

“Cool, cool cool.” Taehyung blurts out nervously.

This is it. This is his chance. Everything that has transpired in the last few weeks is leading up to this moment.

"So," Namjoon starts when Taehyung has been silent for too long. "Yoongi said you were looking for me... Any particular reasons?"

"Well, yes." He answers but stops. All of this means nothing. It doesn't mean that Namjoon will accept to go out with him. He has no idea how Namjoon feels about him, and he sure as hell cannot tell by his facial expression. He's going in blind, no reason to believe that Namjoon wants to have to do anything with him. For all he knows, Namjoon is only here to settle the misunderstanding, and then be on his way. Maybe he's even mad about the penis flyers.

But then he also remembers that Namjoon is holding his hand right now. It's now or never.

He takes a deep breath for bravery and goes for it.

“Kim Namjoon, can I please take you out on a date?”

Namjoon doesn’t let him second guess himself, word leaving his mouth as fast as a blink.

“Absolutely.”

Apparently, they’ve gathered a crowd because there’s cheerful hooting and shouting erupting around them. But Taehyung pays them no mind as he goes in for a hug, Namjoon meeting him halfway.

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon says, suddenly, taking a step back. “I still don’t know why you put my penis on display at the center of your exhibition.”

Taehyung chuckles, bringing Namjoon back in.

“Simple, ‘cause it’s a masterpiece.”

2 months later

There’s a knock at the door, which throws Taehyung off. He’s getting ready for his date with Namjoon– their actual first date– and is not expecting anyone. Jimin knows the code, so it can’t be him, unless–

“Hello sir, would you be open to receiving the words of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?”

“Jimin, I swear to god, I can tell it’s you by your voice. And no one from church would dress like you do, slut.”

Moving in with Jimin is as much a blessing as it is a curse. A blessing because, well, they’re best friends. A curse because his best friend’s favorite hobby is to try and prank him. Taehyung almost misses the time where Jimin was treating his face blindness as a taboo.

Almost.

The last two months have been a whirlwind of life-changing events for Taehyung.

First, moving in with Jimin is a pretty big deal. Not only has Taehung been living alone for the last three years, living with someone is sometimes a challenge for him. Wondering why a stranger is standing in your kitchen at 3 am, brain slowed down by sleep and the weak lighting not helping, isn’t always a recipe for success. But he’s slowly getting used to it, and Jimin, as much as he can be a prick, is being patient with him.

The second big event is, well, his current job. Somehow his workshop teacher, even after everything, recommended him for a job at a sculpture academy. He now teaches different types of sculpting medium to children, four nights a week. Pretty sweet gig.

At first, he was going crazy out of his mind worrying about working with children, but four weeks in and he’s feeling confident. He sat down with the kids the first week to explain to them what face blindness is, and although the children were initially confused, they now enjoy switching names with each other for the duration of his classes, to mess with his head.

Jokes on them, Taehyung also called their parents during that first week. So far, none of the children have noticed that their parents have been making them wear certain accessories every time they leave for the academy. Checkmates.

And the last big event, of course, is Namjoon.

In between moving, his new job, and Namjoon’s own busy schedule, they have yet to go on an actual full-blown date. But they’ve slowly been getting to know each other. They make time to go on quick coffee dates sometimes, and they text none-stop. Namjoon hasn’t seen his new place yet, but they’ve hung out at Namjoon’s plenty of time.

His boyfriend (he gets giddy thinking about that word) also showed up at the academy a few times to walk him back home (The first time he kept it as a surprise, but he quickly realized Taehyung didn’t like surprises; especially when it means having a tall stranger approach him in the dark without saying anything. Now he texts beforehand.)

“Do you like this outfit? Or should I go with my floral button-up?” He asks Jimin, who’s lounging on his bed after his failed prank attempt.

“Why are you so stressed? It’s not like it's the first time you two see each other.”

“Because the chances of me getting laid tonight are extremely high and I want to look good.”

“Oh?” Jimin perks up, knowing full well Taehyung and Namjoon have been taking their time to get to know each other. “Should I sleepover at Hobi’s tonight?”

Another new development from the last two months: Jimin and Hoseok’s instant attraction. They’ve been dancing around each other since the exhibition, but it looks like it’s finally getting ‘ sleeping-over-at-each-others-place ’ serious.

“...Good idea,” Taehyung answers, not because he wants the house to himself (though it’s a nice perk), but he likes giving a little push to love sometimes.

His friend circle can finally be called a circle now. Somehow, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon just naturally fit into his now actually social, social life. Namjoon was the easiest since he already knew Yoongi and Jimin. Hoseok got it easy by becoming Jimin’s more-than-friend, and Seokjin just showed up one day with a video of that time, outside the gallery, when Taehyung thought an older gentleman was Namjoon because of his black cap.

He looks at the time, curses when he realizes he’s going to be late. He grabs his wallet and puts on his shoes in a rush, and makes it out the door accompanied by Jimin shouting “Don’t you dare fuck on the couch or you’re buying a new one!”

He makes it to the Bar with only a few minutes to spare, and as luck would have it, Jungkook is working. He’s come to recognize his tattooed arm and bleached locks instantly.

Namjoon would have texted him if he was there, which means he’s cutting it close as well, so he sends a quick ‘here 💖’ text before sitting down at the Bar with a big smile.

“You make me want to puke,” Jungkook says, disgust dripping from his words.

“Hey now don’t be jealous, I’m sure you’ll find yourself a monster cock as well one day.”

Somehow, he and Jungkook started texting on a semi-regular basis. It’s mostly Jungkook begging Taehyung to introduce him to Seokjin (apparently he’s been crushing on the man since he first saw him at the coffee shop), which Taehyung has to find excuses every time to avoid telling Jungkook the cold, harsh truth.

(“I don’t date men with bleached hair, it ruins my whole aesthetic.” Jin said after the first time Taehyung asked. Which aesthetic he’s talking about, Taehyung has no idea.)

But that also means that Jungkook has heard all about his very fascinating and blooming love story with Namjoon.

“Did you tell Seokjin I said hi?”

“Dude, just go and ask him out. You know where he works, you know where he studies, you even know his birthday, which is really creepy when you two have never talked by the way. Just, go ask him out, he won’t be able to resist you once he actually sees how attractive you are.” He pauses for a second, then adds for safety measure, “But if he reaches in his pocket, just run the other way.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask, just trust me.” Taehyung has some unpleasant flashbacks of a bottle of pepper spray being waved in front of his face. He shakes his head to try and get rid of the memory.

“And how would you even know that I’m attractive, you don’t actually know what I look like.” Jungkook retorts.

“Shut up, just go and ask him.”

“Just go and ask him what?” A familiar voice asks from behind him, and Taehyung's smile is back full force. He rotates on his chair and jumps into Namjoon’s arms, hearing him groan under the strain of his weight. He can hear Jungkook fake gagging behind him, the actual child.

They share a quick kiss before they both sit down at the bar.

“You’re not seriously thinking about having your date here, are you?”

Taehyung snorts, tempted to mess with Jungkook, but Namjoon is the one to answer.

“No we just wanted to get the evening started with a nice drink, but we have a reservation to an actual fancy restaurant, paid graciously by Taehyung's actual serious adult job.”

“Is it a serious adult job if he had to stop a kid from eating his donut-shaped clay yesterday?”

“Shut up. If you keep being like that I’m going to order the most annoying thing on the menu.”

Jungkook scoffs and walks away, without actually taking their orders.

They both watch him do a big show of ignoring them, answering other customers without turning in their direction.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Namjoon whispers in his ear. “We can go waste time walking around aimlessly, hand in hand.”

“God, you’re so cheesy,” Taehyung mutters, but he actually loves it.

His dating experience before Namjoon amounts to an enormous zero, but it’s not because he’s one of those unattainable, i-don’t-believe-in-love types of people that live rent-free in Hollywood movies. He simply never thought it would be possible to get close to someone romantically with his condition. But since officially meeting Namjoon, he’s been researching, and turns out, he totally can.

There are even people, artists like him, who've noticed that repeatedly drawing or painting their loved one has made them actually able to remember their face (not 100% of the time, but he’ll take what he can get.). So he’s been sketching, using pictures, trying out different angles. He’s planning on using clay at one point. He’s totally the girl from Lionel Richie’s music video. Which makes Namjoon Lionel Richie.

“Did you know that I was inspired by Lionel Richie’s music video to sculpt your penis?”

Namjoon chuckles under his breath, squeezing Taehyung’s hand just a little bit more. The hot summer air is making their palms sweaty, but they both don’t care.

“Where is that thing, by the way? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen it.”

“I put it on my bedside table when I moved in and I haven't moved it since. I’m thinking about making it into a lamp. I have to keep it out of reach of Jimin and Hoseok, they both seem a little too interested.”

Namjoon grimaces. Or Taehyung is assuming that’s his grimacing face.

“Please never let it fall into their hands.”

“I swear on my honor, I shall protect your penis.”

“Thank you, I feel better now. I still can’t believe they put it on the first page of ‘Sculpting Now’. Crazy how all of your friends and the sculpting world know what my dick looks like.

“It’s a masterpiece. If it was mine I would never keep it in my pants, I’d always want to show it off.”

“How are you not in prison right now?”

“I don’t have your dick in my pants, sadly. Did you know that Seokjin almost pepper-sprayed me the first time we met? In retrospect, having a stranger run after you, pleading for you to look at their dick is a good excuse to pull out your pepper spray.”

“Wait, you did what?”

“It was all in the name of love.”

Namjoon shakes his head, probably disappointed in him.

Namjoon is utterly enamored. Every time Taehyung recalls a story from when he ran around school trying to find him, he falls a little bit more in love.

He was so nervous for their first romantic date that he couldn’t eat during the day, but Taehyung is making him feel at ease, as he usually does, so hunger is coming back with a vengeance.

“Should we go to the restaurant now?” He asks, pulling Taehyung along with him. "It's almost time."

“Let’s.” Taehyung agrees readily, “I’m ravenous.”

They quickly make their way to the restaurant, only to find its door closed. There’s a sign in the window reading “Closed for vermin infestation”.

“Oh.” Namjoon says, “Dammit. That’s not good.”

There’s this awkward silence, filled with growling sounds from both their bellies. It’s too late to make reservations anywhere nice, and anywhere else risks being too loud for a romantic Rendez-Vous. Namjoon is scrambling his brain for a solution when Taehyung’s shy voice interrupts.

“Hum, if you want to– Jimin told me he wouldn't be home tonight, so… You want to come over? We can pick up some ramen on the way.”

Taehyung’s face might be neutral, but the blush growing on his cheeks is anything but. Namjoon takes a moment to appreciate the sight that he makes, burning up in embarrassment. Without the blushing, Namjoon would have believed he’s only inviting him for ramen, but the angry red of his cheeks is definitely betraying Taehyung’s intentions.

He nods his agreement, feeling anticipation replace hunger in the pit of his stomach.

Having Namjoon in his space is a new experience.

The apartment is still messy from their move, boxes lying around, but they’ve managed to make it quite homey. Everything that is necessary to their everyday life has been unboxed, only the odd objects being ignored by Jimin and him.

He puts on some soft music to set a nice mood, and Namjoon is humming along straight away, which is all the approval he needs to feel confident about his music selection. Music Theory graduate approved.

He gets to work on the ramen while he directs Namjoon on where to find a cheap bottle of wine and some wine glasses. He sets the table, trying to make it as nice as possible, but it’s really just a pot of bubbling ramen and two bowls with some chopsticks.

They eat in comfortable silence, the music playing in the background mixing with the sound of their eating.

But then Namjoon dumps the content of his wine glass on his tan-colored pants, and it’s downhill from there.

“Damn it!” He curses, jumping to his feet. He grabs some napkins to try and pat some wine off, but it’s already been absorbed by his fancy suit pants.

“Quick, take them off,” Taehyung says, not thinking too hard and only reacting to the situation at hand. “Let’s rinse them in the sink.”

Namjoon complies, taking them off in record time, passing them on to Taehyung like it’s a relay race.

Taehyung deposits them straight in the sink, opening the tap and letting the water hopefully get rid of most of the stain. They both stand there for a minute, staring at the water filling up.

But then it hits Taehyung that Namjoon’s thighs are currently bare and in his vicinity. He sneaks a quick peek to satisfy his horny brain, but he’s quick to snap his eyes back to the sink to avoid doing anything stupid.

Like, let’s say , dropping to his knees.

He can feel himself blushing, his cheeks, ears, and neck feeling hot. He knew exactly what he was doing, inviting Namjoon for some ramen, but now that he can act on it, he’s suddenly feeling very shy.

Plus, not being able to read facial expressions never really impaired his ability to get laid. He used to just– go to the bar, wait until someone would offer him to get out of there, and go for it.

But this is not a bar, and Namjoon won’t ask him if he wants to get out of there. He has no idea how to tell if Namjoon wants to jump into bed with him. Or not.

He takes matters into his own hands.

“So, as you know,” He starts, staring intently at the water flowing out of the tap, “this whole face blindness thing– I can’t really read your facial expressions. So in the future, it’ll be hard for me to figure out if you’re angry or happy, or sad, or… or horny. I’ve never done this whole– Romantic relationship thing, but I’m guessing we’re going to have to be really vocal with how we’re feeling, what we want, whatnot.”

He lets his statements hang in the air, staring at the stain that doesn’t seem to want to go away. He’s thinking maybe this will have to be removed professionally.

But then, Namjoon chooses that moment to drop a soft kiss on his nape.

“Are you asking me, right now, if I want you?”

Taehyung turns around, letting himself be cornered against the counter. Namjoon has his nicely defined biceps, somehow peeking through his suit vest, on each side of him. He absolutely loves it.

“Yes. I am.”

Namjoon kisses his neck once again, and Taehyung is this close to losing it.

“I absolutely want you.” His boyfriend finally answers, landing a heavy kiss on his lips, sucking all the air out of Taehyung’s lungs.

After turning Taehyung’s inside to mush via lips on lips crime, he returns to his assault on Taehyung’s neck, peppering the skin he can reach with sweet kisses, each one sending electricity straight to his groin.

“Do you want me?” Namjoon questions softly into his ear, making Taehyung's eyes roll back so far he’s scared they’ll never come back.

“Fuck yes.” He grinds out, voice turning to a whine when Namjoon, emboldened by Taehyung’s enthusiasm, rocks his pelvis into his in a languid motion.

He sees white then, bringing Namjoon’s mouth back to his, smashing their mouths together in a wet and messy kiss.

“How important are your pants?” He inquires in between kisses, enjoying the slow grinding Namjoon has going on. He’s still in his suit pants, but Namjoon only has the thin cotton of his boxer brief as a barrier. Taehyung can clearly feel his monster cock waking up from its slumber.

“Not very important.” He finally answers, hands letting go of the counter to firmly grab at Taehyung’s ass.

Taehyung can proudly say he’s got a fat ass, and Namjoon seems to appreciate it if the growl that escapes him is anything to go by.

He gets to work on the buttons of Namjoon’s dress shirt, Namjoon getting the message and taking his vest off by himself. Soon he’s standing there in only his boxer briefs and socks, while Taehyung is still fully dressed.

It’s kind of hot.

They slow it down a little, Taehyung pushing Namjoon away so he can take a good look at him.

The light of the kitchen falls almost gracefully over Namjoon’s defined chest, creating shadows that chisel out his muscles even more. It’s a sight to behold.

He drags his hands down Namjoon's body, teasing a nipple as he goes with a flick of the thumb, mapping out his taut stomach with the tip of his finger, then coming back up to hold onto his strong shoulders.

“You know, I’m like, really good at massages. I feel like this is something you should know.”

Seems like this is all the time Namjoon will allow him away from him. He reels him back in with an arm around his waist, the other taking hold of one of Taehyung’s hands and bringing it to his mouth. He nips at his fingers, maintaining eye contact while he uses his tongue to soothe the sting.

How he’s even real is beyond Taehyung.

“Do you need help undressing?” Namjoon teases, reaching for his belt.

“Let me close the tap and we can move this to my room.”

Namjoon doesn’t give him a response, only cages him once again against the counter, plastering the full length of his warm body to his. He reaches behind Taehyung and moments later, the soft ambiance music is the only thing they can hear again.

Taehyung leads him to his bedroom, taking off his vest as they go. Somehow Namjoon already got his belt buckle, so he unceremoniously drops his pants to the floor, then jumps on his bed.

“Welcome to my room. That’s my desk, that’s my bedside table, that’s a replica of your penis, but I heard the original is planning on making an appearance tonight. This is my bed. Hope you enjoyed the tour.” He finally gets to the final button, looking up eagerly as he sends his shirt off to the side, wondering what’s taking Namjoon so long to get on the goddamn bed.

He finds his lover completely captivated by his penis duplicate.

“You’ve got the same one in your pants, you know. Get you your ass over here.”

“Sorry I was just thinking… it’s crazy how similar you made it only from your memory.”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung objects, crossing his arms over his chest. “They’re not just similar, they’re identical.”

“Only one way to check, is there?” Namjoon taunts, before finally, finally getting rid of his briefs, releasing the Kraken.

Except he also grabs hold of the sculpture, bringing it close so he can do a side-by-side comparison.

“You’re right, it is identical. How did you even manage that?” He says, awe in his voice. “Have you ever used it on yours–”

Namjoon loses his train of thought as he takes in the sight of Taehyung, laying in bed completely naked, pumping himself at a leisurely pace and looking very unimpressed.

“No, I haven’t. But if you don’t get into bed in the next 5 seconds I just might consider it.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to be told twice.

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BTS Reaction || You Faint Backstage [Request]

A/N: Okay so Namjoon’s is possible because YA GIRL did it not once, but twice by accident and it’s the worst feeling ever

Seokjin:

You'd flown out to surprise Jin and the boys, you'd been missing them all as if they were your kids which since you were dating Jin was kind of true. You were waiting backstage while they were finishing up their last set of songs, the stage managers were all coming to talk to you when Jin spotted you from his spot on the stage, you waved and he smiled brightly mentioning to fans that you'd come to see him. Your relationship had been out to Army for a year now, you'd been dating for five years and you both decided it was time to stop hiding it and bring it out to them, especially since you were engaged and it was going to be hard hiding a marriage from Army, you swore some of them could have worked for the FBI or something, all of them training to be secret spies.

"Y/n? Everything okay?" The main stylist you'd known just as long as Jin asked as she noticed you holding your head, you nodded and she watched as you stumbled backwards.

"Get a doctor." She yelled to someone around her, you started to blank out everything around you sounding further away than it was and you couldn't concentrate on what the stylist was asking you.

(X)

You woke up in a hospital bed with Jin by your side, he was asleep in the chair dressed in his Fake Love outfit from the stage, you groaned as you sat up. Jin woke up instantly and stared at you as he noticed you were awake.

"How are you feeling?!" He rushed out and you smiled at him,

"Fine. Why am I in a hospital bed?" You asked with a small laugh in your throat but the door opened and a nurse walked in carrying a clipboard with her.

"Ah, you're both awake, good." She put the clipboard down on the end of your bed and began to explain why you'd passed out backstage,

"Low blood pressure?" You questioned as she read off the chart, she nodded and then looked at Jin,

"Your partner gave us permission to run some tests on your behalf and I have the results." You urged her to continue and she flipped the clipboard over and began looking through it,

"It seems congratulations are in order, you're pregnant." Both Jin and you stared at her in shock, your mouth hanging open and Jin's eyes widened as soon as he heard the word pregnant.

"You're around 2 months along, I'll leave you to talk about." Two months seemed right to you, it was the last time you were with Jin and you'd had a night together, you turned to look at him and he was staring at the floor.

"Jin I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?" He questioned, you couldn't read his expression so you just nodded and stared down at the bed,

"I'm going to be a dad!" He screamed jumping up from the chair and talking to fast you couldn't understand a word he was saying, he took out his phone and began calling Namjoon to ask for parenting books and then he was making plans about telling family members while you were still trying to process the fact that you had a baby inside of you.

"We're going to be parents." You giggled as you ran over your stomach and looked at Jin who'd relaxed now, joining your side and placing his head on your stomach, both of you in awe about it.

Yoongi:

The staff member led you through the back of the concert, you'd been flown out by Jin and Taehyung as a nice surprise for your boyfriend Yoongi. You'd been dating for a year and it was the first time you'd ever gone to surprise him on tour, it was safe to say you were more than excited to see him. It had been a month since you last saw one another and you were dying for one of his famous hugs, despite the fact that you were feeling a little sick and dizzy you were happy to be there, you put the dizziness down to the fact that you'd been on a plane for who knows how many hours and came straight to the venue without stopping at a hotel first.

"He's practising right now but if you wait here I'm sure he'll see you." You thanked the member of staff and she walked away, talking into a headset as she mumbled something about the stage not being right. You watched from the side leaning against one of the speakers as Yoongi started rapping along to Cypher part 3 with Taehyung by his side, Tae spotted you first and sent you a sly wink before he continued rapping to Yoongi's part which made you giggle forgetting the dizziness in your head. You could always count on the boys to make you forget your worries.

"You alright?" You almost jumped out of your skin when Jin came to your side, his hands protectively holding onto your arms since he'd noticed you swaying in place a little.

"Yeah I'm uh, I'm...I'm fine." You could barely finish your sentence when the room started to spin and you felt your legs giving way as if the rest of your body was too much for it to handle anymore.

"Shit," Jin yelled as you dropped unconsciously into his arms, he yelled out for someone to come over with a wet cloth and a bottle of water, Yoongi turned to look at what everyone was rushing towards when he noticed you in Jin's arms, he shoved his mic into Taehyung's hands and raced in your direction.

(X)

"You'll be just fine, just keep taking some pain meds for your headache and try to stay grounded for a while." The on-call doctor said to you, Yoongi and Jin had called a doctor after you passed out and you all moved to the hotel going straight to Yoongi's room to make you comfortable.

"She's okay though?" Yoongi asked in a panicked tone, you'd never seen him this way before in all your year of dating. He'd been concerned before but this was something different, you could tell you'd really worried him and you started to feel guilty even though it something out of your control.

"It's just altitude sickness, She'll be a right as rain again soon." With that the doctor left the hotel room and you were alone with Yoongi again, he sat down on the bed next to you and smiled sadly at you.

"What?" You giggled as he stared at you he shook his head and looked around the room,

"I'll order us room service and a movie, we can watch movies and cuddle all night." You took his hand in yours and he stopped trying to run around the room,

"You have a concert tonight, you're not staying here." He sighed remembering that he had to leave you at some point but he didn't want to, he wanted to be able to stay with you and make sure you were okay.

"Yoongi, I'm fine. It's just altitude sickness, go out there and kill the stage." You giggled at him and he leant down over you to give you a kiss, a small yet romantic kiss which made you both smile uncontrollably,

"I've missed being able to do that," He whispered to you and you lightly pushed his chest so he would move away from you,

"Go to your concert lover boy, I'll be here when you get back." You giggled as he walked out of the room, rushing back in and giving you another kiss before leaving for the last night that night.

Hoseok:

It'd been a long day full of adventure, Hoseok decided that you could go sightseeing before the concert that night. You were in Paris, who wouldn't want to go sightseeing with their boyfriend so you spent the day hopping around all the local tourist's spots and then having a quick meal before the concert would start but neither of you had been paying attention to your hydration, it wasn't until you were standing backstage watching Hoseok preforming that you started to feel the effects of the dehydration. Jin was standing behind you while you watched Hoseok performing his solo dance,

"I think I need to sit down." You mumbled to him and he watched as you walked over to some of the plastic chairs they had for staff members, he frowned when he noticed your eyes starting to flutter and how your head was rolling a little.

"We'll take her," One of the stage managers said to Jin because his cue was coming, he watched as they walked with you over to the changing rooms, getting you bottles of water and trying to keep you conscious.

"Keep her in here, make sure she's drinking." You looked at the stage managers that had brought you in and they left the room, you grumbled something and someone handed you more water trying to make you stay awake but your eyes were feeling heavy and you were starting to fade in and out of the room.

(X)

As soon as Hoseok heard what happened he wanted to end the concert and come to your side but he knew you wouldn't that so he continued working and asking what was happening whenever he wasn't on stage but now he was sitting beside you on the sofa and holding you in his arms.

"Hoseok I'm fine." You grumbled trying to let go of you but he was acting as though you'd almost died,

"I passed out, it's not a big deal." You laughed as he cupped your face and moved your head around so he could stare at you.

"Next time we have an adventurous day we'll make sure to bring our own water and keep you topped up." You giggled as he pulled your head into his chest,

"You stink!" You groaned trying to push him away but he only tightened his grip on you, making you stay beside him as you pretended to die in his arms because of the smell.

"Hobi...Light...I must walk towards it." You joked before ''dying'' in his arms and making Jimin laugh from behind the sofa you were sitting on.

"Go shower!" You yelled once he let go of you and walked in the direction of the showers that were in the venue, you loved him a lot but Jesus did that boy smell after every show.

"Why don't you come join me?" He asked when he reached the door, you picked up the pillow from the sofa and threw it in his direction, making him duck and chuckle at you.

"You're so gross! There are people around!" He laughed evilly as he walked out of the changing room and left you alone with the boys all them asking if you were okay even though you repeatedly told them that everything was okay and that you were fine now.

Namjoon:

While you were on tour with your boyfriend Namjoon you liked to make sure you were staying as healthy as possible even though you were away from home. You didn't want to get sick and Namjoon didn't want you to get sick either, so you would both take multivitamins and you would also take a couple of other vitamins and sea kelp to help with nail, and hair growth. You would take them before he went on stage as the stage managers would have them in their bags for you both but that day you'd forgotten that you'd already taken some from one stage manager and took a second lot with Namjoon.

"Shit." You mumbled feeling the feeling you knew all too well, you'd done it before by accident and you knew what to do, the stage manager frowned as you started walking slowly in the direction of changing room, holding your head as you walked trying to steady yourself.

"I'm just gonna lie down here for a while." You whispered to one of the stylists as you entered the changing room, laying down on the black leather sofa that was in the room. Your head was spinning and you could feel yourself wanting to vomit,

"You alright?" The eldest stylist asked as she dropped to her knees in front of you and you nodded slowly, closing your eyes tightly as it hurt to move your head like that. Before she could ask you more questions you were out cold and she went to get you a blanket.

(X)

The concert was over and Namjoon was knelt on the floor beside the sofa, sweat dripping from his face and onto you,

"Gross." You grumbled sitting up and looking at him as he watched you, as soon as he got off stage the staff told him what happened and he rushed to your side,

"Do you need to see someone?! You passed out." He was trying to touch your head to see if you had a fever but you pushed him away from you,

"Joonie, I'm okay. I just took too many vitamins." You told him as you sat crossed-legged on the sofa and stared at him,

"I forgot I'd already taken some and I took them again. It's happened before I just had to sleep it off." You promised him but it still didn't calm him down, he was wondering how he was going to make sure you remembered that you'd taken them tomorrow,

"Joon." You warned as you could see the cogs turning in his head, his head snapped up to stare at you and you gave him a smile.

"Look...I'm okay, see." You took his hand in yours and he smiled at you a little,

"You're such an idiot." He groaned at you, he sat beside you and you laid your head on his shoulder, not caring that he was covered in sweat or that he stunk.

"I bet you did great, I'm sorry I slept through the whole thing." You laughed and he just wrapped his arm around your shoulder drawing you closer to his body and smiling as you snuggled against him.

"You're both gross." You heard Jin say to you as he watched you snuggle together despite Namjoon being covered in sweat and smelling as though he'd been for a five-hour-long run.

"You're just jealous." You winked at Jin and Namjoon leant down to give you a quick kiss, he knew he had to shower soon as he couldn't stand the way he smelt.

Jimin:

You hadn't been feeling right all day, your anxiety had been acting up since the moment you opened your eyes that morning but you pushed down the feelings so you didn't have to think about it much, deciding it was easier to focus on something else instead but now you were getting ready to be left behind while Jimin went on stage to perform. You'd done this plenty of times, waiting for him by the side of the stage but this time you were in a new venue, and it wasn't in Seoul, you were away from home and away from the regular stage managers who knew how to look after you.

"You'll be okay?" Jimin questioned as he heard his name being called, you lied to him knowing if you said no he would stay with you. You'd been together long enough and he knew how you got with your anxiety.

"I'll be fine, go." You giggled and watched as he ran to his spot and got ready to go up onto the stage, you leant back against a wall as you tried to steady your breathing. You were determined to stay cool throughout the concert, you'd done it a million times there wasn't anything you had to be anxious about but that didn't stop your fight or flight system from kicking in and deciding it was a situation you had to run from even though there was nothing for you to be scared of.

Jimin watched you from the stage as you looked around the area you were standing in, he wanted to sprint over to you but no one knew about your relationship yet, it was hidden from the fans so he continued working, trying not to make his glances at you too frequent.

(X)

The show was over and Jimin was racing behind the stage to try and find you, he looked away fro five minutes while they were giving speeches and you weren't there anymore. He found you in the changing room with the main stylist who was helping you breathe, handing you a bottle of water and feeding you some sweet looking foods.

"You okay?! What happened?!" His voice was horse from being on the stage but he ran to your side and you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered to him feeling bad for making him scared, the stylist went on to explain that you'd passed out after having a panic attack.

"You were hyperventilating too much, but they're okay now right?" You nodded and the stylist walked away so Jimin could take her seat in front of you and study your facial features, you'd been crying hard because of a panic attack.

"We'll go back to the hotel and watch some movies, order a pizza and get you relaxed." You nodded in agreement with him and he smiled tucking hair behind your ear as you bit down into a strawberry,

"I'm sorry I scared you." He scoffed at you, telling you it was fine. It was fine, you couldn't help that you had a panic attack and now he was going through a plan in his mind on how he was going to prevent it happening again,

"You can stay back here with the stylists, it'ss too much out there for you." You nodded too tired to reply in a sentence and he sighed before pressing his lips against yours and standing up.

"I'll change and we can leave." You nodded and watched as he walked over to the main shower room and disappeared, you didn't know how you'd managed to get Jimin but you thanked whoever it was that made it happen every day.

Taehyung:

It was the first time you were going to be watching your boyfriend from behind the stage. Taehyung thought it would be more fun for you to watch from behind the scenes and that way he could see you before he had to go on or spend a small amount of time with you between each set.

"Here," Namjoon said to you as he rushed over to your side, giving you a bottle of water and smiled at you. You'd been close with all of the boys since dating Taehyung, you'd only been together for five months but it was the best five months of your life. You spent a lot of time together with each of the guys not just Tae,

"Thanks." You whispered taking the bottle from him and almost finishing the entire bottle, you hadn't thought about how hot it would be down here so you were wearing one of Taehyung's hoodies and a pair of jeans.

"Namjoon 5 seconds!" A stage manager yelled and he said goodbye and ran over to the centre of the stage, getting onto the platform with your boyfriend and you watched as they ascended and heard everyone screaming in the crowd which made you smile. You loved how preforming made your boyfriend feel, it always brightened up his day to be able to put on a show for everyone.

The same stage manager that had yelled at Namjoon was now standing next to you and staring at you,

"What?" You questioned and she frowned at you, reaching out her arm and sitting you down on a chair,

"You don't look so good." She mumbled reaching for a bottle of water that Namjoon had given you and handed it to you, she wiped the sweat from your forehead and then looked around for one of the fans they would use for the boys.

"I remember my first time back here, you get used to the heat." She whispered trying to comfort you but you were starting to feel lightheaded and your head was starting to feel heavy on your shoulders.

"You feeling okay?" You nodded but then shook your head,

"I just feel...I feel-" You didn't get to finish your sentence as you went limp in the chair, the stage manager began yelling down her mic and the boys continued their set having no idea what was going on backstage with you.

(X)

Taehyung came rushing to the hotel room after the show, he didn't bother to change out of his last stage clothes all he cared about was finding you.

"What happened?!" He yelled as he walked into his room, you were laid on the double bed in one of his shirts, a fan pointed at your body as you smiled lazily up at him.

"I passed out, it was too hot." You laughed softly and sat up in his bed, he rushed to your side ready to play the nurse if you needed it but you smiled at him and he relaxed a little.

"I'm fine Tae." You promised him but it didn't make him feel better, he was feeling bad for making you sit backstage instead of in the crowd like you normally would and you could tell what was going through his mind by the look on his face, you reached out to touch him.

"Tae, look at me. I'm fine." You promised him and he stared down into your eyes, he still felt bad but he didn't want to show you.

"I never should have let you sit back there, I know how hot it gets." He started ranting but you touched his arm and he seemed to relax, sitting down next to you on the bed and watching as you laid down with your head on his thigh.

"Can you just have a shower and come and cuddle me?" You questioned him and he nodded, getting up slowly and walking towards the en-suite, coming to check on you while the shower was running to find you sitting up and waiting for him with a smile on your face,

"Go, you stink." You giggled and he rushed to have a shower so he could come back to you.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was pulling you under the stage in a rush, you'd just gotten caught in a makeout session behind one of the speakers and now Namjoon was yelling at you both for acting like children.

"Shh." Jungkook laughed as you began giggling like a child, you were still being pulled along but your eyes were closed because you couldn't stop laughing.

"Jungkook, wait." You laughed harder since you couldn't see and all of a sudden your head came into contact with a low hanging bar and you were knocked back onto the floor,

"Fuck." You cried out holding your head and trying to find Jungkook but he'd run off thinking you'd both split up to get away from Namjoon.

"Y/n?" Namjoon asked once he caught up to you, you looked up at him and his eyes widened, reaching from something in his pocket and holding it against your head,

"Shit." He mumbled as he held the once, white handkerchief to your head, pulling it away and looking at it you frowned as you noticed it now had red spots on it, it wasn't until you felt something drip down your face you knew you were bleeding. Namjoon had left you in the hands of stage managers because they were already running late to start the concert, you told him it was fine and not to tell Jungkook until after the concert finished.

(X)

The stage managers had tried to keep you awake but you passed out shortly after Namjoon left your side and now you were sitting in a doctors office while Jungkook waited outside of the door. No one told him what happened to you until everything was over like you wanted and now they were waiting for you to come out.

"I'm all good." You said as he rushed to your side, you smiled at him and lifted up your fringe to show him the butterfly stitches that were across your forehead.

"I should have been more careful." He groaned to you as he watched you put your fringe back down to cover the stitches.

"I should have been watching where I was going." You giggled, feeling a little giddy from the medication the doctors had given you, Namjoon shook his head at you both with his arms folded across his chest. You felt as though you were being scolded by a teacher,

"You shouldn't be making out backstage and it wouldn't have happened." He said to you both as he clenched his jaw,

"Sorry Mr Kim, in future I'll not walk into poles." You promised and he took his head at you as you erupted into a giggle fit,

"Let's get her back to the hotel," Jungkook said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and walked with you towards the exit of the doctor's office. He knew you would be fine soon but he still felt bad,

"I want ice cream." He heard you mumbled once you were inside the car and he laughed at you, getting in beside you and making sure you didn't fall asleep like the doctor told him.

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three + one | pjm

pairing: park jimin + bff! reader

word count: 4.7k

genre: fluff, angst + friends to lovers! au

warning: underage drinking

from diapers and awkward middle school dances to graduation and crowded college parties, you and park jimin were together, side by side through it all. walk through your friendship through the three times you kissed park jimin and the one time he kissed you, the kiss that finally changed everything.

[ age: six ]

“Someone save me!” you cried dramatically, “Who will rescue me from this dragon who wants to eat me!?” You flailed your arms about, hoping to gain attention from the boy who stood below the slide upon which you were sitting on.

“Princess! I am coming to rescue you!” Jimin yelled, as he charged towards the ladder, effortlessly swinging himself onto the wooden structure as he pulled out his fake toy sword.

“Rawr!” Taehyung growled as he stomped towards Jimin. Lifting up his hands, he curled his fingers outward in an attempt to resemble dragon claws, “You can’t take away my dinner!”

You watched as Jimin rolled underneath Taehyung’s legs, just for Taehyung to grab onto the back of Jimin’s shirt and pull him back away from you. Just then, you watched as Jimin flipped Taehyung over and pretended to stick the sword into his side.

“Noooooo!” Taehyung groaned in dramatic fashion, as his entire body began to shake before slowly coming to a stop, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, as he moaned, “I’m dead.”

Holding back giggles at Taehyung’s acting, your attention was quickly pulled to Jimin who came running towards you.

“My knight in shining armor!” you cheered, your smile reaching the ends of your face as Jimin crouched down beside you, a triumphant look on his face,“I’m here Princess!”

Pretending to untie the rope Taehyung had told you to imagine he tied around you, the second you were “free”, you threw your arms around Jimin’s neck and pulled him into a hug, “Yay, you saved me!”

Returning the hug, Jimin laughed into your shoulder before you pulled away from him.

“I must reward you for your bravery!” you said with a firm nod. Ignoring the look of confusion on Jimin’s face, you moved to his side before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Making your way down the slide you were “trapped” upon, Jimin sat there in slight surprise as his face flushed, his cheeks burning where your lips had touched them.

[ age: fourteen ]

“Stop looking over there. You are practically staring.” you scowled in a hushed whisper as you tugged at his tie, trying to bring his attention back to you.

The lights in your middle school gym had dimmed down softly, a soft mix of purples and pinks lighting up the floor as the DJ played a slow song, the soft melody playing through the overhead speakers.

Stepping on your foot at that exact moment, you let out a soft yelp! as Jimin cursed under his breath, his eyes still trained on a certain figure who was dancing a couple feet away from you.

Finally looking at you, the scowl on your face slowly disappeared as you saw him look at you sadly, disappointment painted freshly across his face. Sighing softly, you said, “Jimin, I told you this wasn’t a good idea.”

Nodding, his eyes fluttered close before murmuring, his awkward grip tightening on your waist, “Yea, I know. I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

Turning the both of you around, as casually as possible, your gaze fell upon Soohyun as she danced with Taehyung, her face sporting the brightest smile possible as she stared at him with a soft twinkle in her eye.

“Why didn’t you tell Taehyung you liked her?” you whispered quietly. Half shrugging, he replied sadly, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” before adding with a shake of his head, “Didn’t think it would hurt so much when he asked her and she said yes.”

"You’re such an idiot.” you mumbled under your breath, to which Jimin quirked his brow at.

This time it was his turn to scowl at you, “Hey, that’s not very nice. At least you don’t have a stupid crush on someone who doesn’t like you.”

You almost snorted. The words laid at the tip of your tongue, a vague confession complaining that you in fact did have a stupid crush on someone who definitely didn’t like you back but you knew saying that would only lead to further annoying questions that you didn’t know how to answer.

Instead you chose to just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. Real mature for a fourteen-year old.

The both of you continued to sway slightly, attempting to stay in rhythm as you tried your hardest to turn Jimin’s attention away from Soohyun and Taehyung. When your eyes would glance back every now and then, Jimin finally nudged your side bringing your attention back to him.

A small smile played on the corner of his lips, "Being the one told me to stop looking, I don’t think its fair for you to do it, is it?”

“I’m just protecting you.” you stated with a slight huff, eyes automatically glancing back as your frown deepened. Soohyun was leaning in closer to Taehyung, who’s smile was growing wider, the blush evident on his cheeks.

“Y/N.” Jimin said softly, your name sounding like warm caramel on his lips. Turning back to look at him, you blinked at him curiously before he added, “I know you didn’t want to come, but thank you for not letting me come alone. That would’ve sucked real bad.”

Laughing softly, you gave him a smug smile, “Damn right. What would you have done without me? Let me guess, you’d be sitting in the corner crying your ass off.”

Jimin’s lips turned downwards as his eyes narrowed at you. With a scoff, he replied flatly, “Nevermind, I take it back.”

“Too late~”

Before you could hear Jimin’s response to your teasing remark, your eyes fell back on the dancing pair, yet this time what you witnessed had a gasp slipping past your lips. Brows knitting together, Jimin studied your face for a second before turning around, trying to follow your line of sight. But before he could, your hands flew out and grabbed his tie.

Actions moving faster than your mind could possibly comprehend, you watched as Jimin gave you a bewildered look but when your eyes flickered at Soohyun and Taehyung’s lips meeting, the only thought in your head was: Don’t let Jimin see them Y/N, don’t!

So instead you chose to do what any normal person would do, right?

Pulling him down, you squeezed your eyes shut before pressing your lips against Jimin’s. Hearing him let out an audible mmph! in surprise, you quickly pulled away, your heart pounding against your chest. A million feelings rushed through your body as you peeked through your lids to look at him, the tingling sensation of the boy’s lips on yours still giving you butterflies.

“Y-Y/N, what was that—?”

“Y-You had something on y-your lip!” you stammered, pointing your finger towards his mouth as you let out a nervous laugh. Averting your gaze, you quickly turned around and pointed towards the table filled with cups of fruit punch before asking, “You—uh, want any?!”

Jimin’s curious gaze vanished as he nodded slowly, watching as you flashed him an awkwards thumbs up before running away into the crowd. Lifting his fingers up to his lips, he shook his head in amusement when he looked up, his fingers faltering.

There they stood, lips barely brushing each others as he watched Soohyun giggle at something Taehyung had said. Jimin quickly turned around, his cheeks flaring up in embarrasment when he remembered the look on your face before you pulled him in for a kiss.

Did you also see what he saw?

Expecting himself to feel a surge of sadness as he witnessed his best friend and crush together, instead he felt nothing. Except for the subtle butterflies in his stomach from when your lips touched his, a rush of mixed emotions swam through Jimin’s heart as his lips tilted upwards into a soft smile; things were starting to change.

Yet he didn’t exactly mind it either.

[ age: eighteen ]

Flying through high school, senior year had finally rolled around. Before you knew it, you were spending the last Christmas as high schoolers before everyone you were close with, would all be off to college pursuing their dreams.

[8:10] jiminie:

you ready yet? i’m almost there

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your lipstick that sat on the countertop and swiped it across your lips. Turning the lights off, you quickly rushed out into the living room and slipped your feet into your shoes.

“Have fun~” your mom sang from the kitchen, as you shot her a wide smile from the front door entrance.

“Not too much fun though,” your dad added from the living room couch, giving you a knowing look to which you simply rolled your eyes at.

[8:10] you:

yup, i’m ready

[8:10] jiminie:

bet, waiting outside

Giving your parents another goodbye, you slipped through the front door and made your way down the driveway to Jimin’s car.

“Get in loser.” He grinned, tossing back his imaginary hair as he mimicked Regina George’s infamous line. Laughing, you walked over to the other side as Jimin pushed the door open for you.

Closing it behind you, you got settled into your seat when Jimin asked, “Ready to go have fun?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

When Taehyung had said he was throwing a Christmas party the weekend his parents were gone, you underestimated exactly what kind of party he was planning on throwing. People you hardly knew walked around Taehyung’s house like it was their own with red solo cups filled with alcoholic beverages as loud, club-like music blasted througout the house. You looked around as you stared at the other girls, dressed in tight bodycon dresses and mini skirts causing you to feel overwhelmingly underdressed in your simple white blouse and boyfriend jeans.

“Taehyung!” you hissed, approaching the blonde-haired male in his kitchen, “Why didn’t you tell me this was the kind of party you were throwing?!”

Bopping his head to the beat, Taehyung simply grinned at you, “Even I didn’t know this was the kind of party I was throwing. People just assumed and some even brought drinks themselves.”

Groaning slightly, you pressed your back against the kitchen countertop.

“You look fine, don’t stress about it.” a voice whispered into your side. Looking up at Jimin, you pouted softly, “Easy for you to say, you’re actually dressed well for tonight.”

Checking himself out, he gave you a smirk as he cocked his head to the side, “I guess you’re right about that.”

Rolling your eyes, you started to retort something smart in return when you suddenly heard the club-like disco music die down and Michael Buble’s Christmas album erupt through the speakers. Turning towards Taehyung who shot you a knowing grin, you flashed him a thumbs up despite the groans from various people across the room.

In time, everyone started feeling their way into the Christimas spirit, mouthing along the lyrics everyone’s heard since their childhood days as they all laughed together. After all, who could resist some bomb ass christmas music?

A couple of drinks in, you were feeling the alcohol finally hit you; your steps became heavy and light at the same time as you stumbled through crowds of people, singing the lyrics to the song playing in the most off-tune manner possible.

As you reached a doorframe, your hand reached out to grab it in attempt to gather your balance when you felt a hand wrap around your arm, “Seems like someone had a bit much to drink, Y/N.”

Looking up, your smile widened up to your eyes as you took in the figure in front of you, “Hey there, handsome.”

Laughing slightly, Jimin shook his head in amusement. He looked down at you as your hands grabbed at his denim jacket, playing with the buttons nonchalantly.

“Did I tell ya you look good today?” you asked teasingly, as you pulled him closer to you, your faces only several inches apart from each other.

Jimin’s eyes widened in slight surprise at your actions, he knew you’d never do this if you had been sober and didn’t know how to react at all.

Before Jimin could say anything, he heard a loud woot! and look over there’s! being yelled in your direction. Scrunching your nose up in confusion, you turned to your side to see several people pointing at you before many started cheering in unison “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“Wha—” you started, blinking in confusion as the slight ruckus brought you out of your drunk state. Looking back at Jimin, you saw him staring above you as your gaze followed his.

Hanging from the top of the doorframe under which you and Jimin were standing, was a neatly wrapped mistletoe. Your eyes suddenly widened as your breath hitched in your throat. Looking back down, you met Jimin’s gaze as you saw his face, completely drained of color.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The cheers continued around you, some starting to complain at the lack of any action between you too and others openly wishing it had been them stuck under the mistletoe with Jimin and not you.

You didn’t know whether it was those comments or the hidden burning desire inside you to feel those lips against yours, but your grip on his jacket only tightened as the agonizing slow seconds ticked by.

“Hey, you don’t need to...” Jimin finally murmured, bringing your attention back to him.

“It’s not a big deal.” he added, averting his gaze from you as he shot nervous smiles towards those who continued to cheer at you both to do something.

But to you, it was a big deal. Jimin was always a big deal to you.

So instead, you ignored his words and grabbed his face, turning it back to face you. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden motion, flickering to your hands that laid on either side of his face.

“Y/N—?”

Without a second thought, you took in a deep breath before you reached up and pressed your lips firmly against his. You felt him stiffen against you for a second; fear coursed through your body as you started to pull away, an apology resting at the tip of your tongue. However, before you could do anything, you felt a pair of arms snake around you waist and pull you closer, lips meeting yours again in a kiss like never before.

As the cheers around you heightened in volume, you could hear absolutely nothing besides the sound of your heart hammering away in your chest as Jimin kissed you back, harder and harder until you could feel, see, hear, taste and smell nothing but Jimin.

Feeling yourself out of breath, the both of you pulled away, foreheads resting against each other as you panted, your chest rising up and down. Your eyes flickered up and caught Jimin’s, who was already staring at you. For the first time, he had an undreadable expression on his face. Usually able to tell how Jimin was feeling by a simple look at his face, today it was like you were staring at a stranger.

Your hands dropped from his denim jacket as you stared down at the ground, tongue-tied in your mouth as your lips still felt like they were on fire. The people around you had finally stopped paying attention as they had seen what they had wanted, many resuming back to drinking and dancing with their friends while you and Jimin remained frozen under the mistletoe.

Feeling a slight tug on your arm, you turned to see Taehyung standing beside you. You watched as he shot Jimin a grin before pulling on the sleeve of your blouse yet again, motioning for you to follow him. Almost immediately, you nodded as you allowed yourself to be pulled away from Taehyung.

Anywhere that isn’t here, you thought to yourself.

Finding yourself a good bit away from Jimin, you finally stopped Taehyung who looked back at you, his smile dropping as his brows furrowed in concern, “Hey are you alright—?”

You placed a hand on his, “It’s okay, it’s not a big deal.”

Of all the people you were friends with, Taehyung had been the only one to understand your feelings towards Jimin, the feelings that even you yourself had yet to figure out completely. He was always there when you had to rant about random things that didn’t make sense to you; instead of forcing anything on you, he just listened and let you say what you had to say. And for that, you were always thankful.

“I swear, I didn’t put that mistletoe up there.” he replied with a frown.

Laughing lightly, you shook your head, “It’s alright Taehyung, it’s nobody’s fault. I had a bit to drink anyways so...” you trailed off.

Subconsciously, you found yourself looking back at where Jimin was standing, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were feeling at that moment. Like every single cell in your body was on fire, your nerves combusting as your mind replayed the kiss over and over again, enough for your body to physically feel the impact Jimin had on you.

However, you watched as a girl pulled down Jimin by grabbing his denim jacket, the very jacket you just had your hands on as she whispered something into his ear, causing Jimin to throw his head back in a laugh, his eyes turning into crescents as he shot the girl a cheeky smile.

Looking away with a soft sigh, you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth before biting down harshly, hoping the physical pain would distract you from emotional pain that plagued your mind.

Finally, you looked back up at Taehyung, a sad smile on your face, “Got anything more to drink?”

[ age: twenty-two]

“This is nice isn’t it?”

“Yea, it is.”

“I really missed everything, especially you.”

Turning to face him, your heart fluttered lightly in your chest at his words. He was looking up at the night sky, the full moon that night illuminating his face that he nearly looked angelic, heavenly in fact.

Cheeks blushing, you looked away before murmuring softly, “Yea, I missed you too.”

You were finally back in your hometown after a long tortureous spring semester of your senior year at college. It was the summer after graduation, and in the admist of job searching, you and Jimin thought it would be nice to spend time together after being years apart.

While you and Taehyung had ended up in the same college just a couple hours from home, Jimin decided to head out of state and move across the country for school.

And with that, he took your heart along with him.

You had tried dating during college, yet nothing seemed to work. Your very first boyfriend, Hoseok, had been one of the sweetest people you had ever met. But even he was able to tell, that no matter how much he cared for you, you were unable to return it back. When you guys decided to break up, he had told you that before you tried loving someone else, you needed to get over your ex first.

What a joke, you didn’t even have an ex.

Just a best-friend who you were hopelessly in love with for nearly all your life.

“Y/N?”

Snapping you out of your thoughts, you looked over at Jimin to see him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think it’s crazy how we’ve been friends for this long?”

Friends, you almost let out a bitter chuckle but instead you decided to shove away your feelings for once. After all, Jimin was right. Before anything, Jimin was your best friend, a friendship that meant the absolute world and beyond to you. And it was for that reason, you had never told him your true feelings.

Chuckling sofly, you nodded, “It really is, isn’t it? It’s going to almost be 20 years soon.”

You and Jimin had met in pre-school; the both of you were like opposite ends of a magnet, constantly stuck to each other during playtime, snacktime and even naptime as your mothers had several embarassing pictures of both of you sprawled across each other.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Jimin laughed, “Can’t believe you stuck around for that long Y/N.”

Raising your brow at that, you scoffed lightly, “Did you think I was going to leave you? The one person who understands me inside and out?”

“Do I though?”

The four years Jimin had left for college, you had only seen him during his breaks; however, going from seeing someone nearly everyday to only a couple weeks a year was something you didn’t think you knew how hard it would be, until you actually went through it.

During those four years, Jimin had definitely changed. He was no longer the flirtacious, teasing boy you knew throughout highschool, the one who would wink at any girl who looked at his way. He was suddenly a lot more mature; from the way he looked to the way he held himself, Jimin had grown up in the last four years significantly, and you were rarely there to witness it happen.

So when Jimin asked you that question, you felt your heart go still in your chest; you stared at him in confusion. Something in Jimin’s gaze slightly changed, and the fact that you weren’t able to decipher it, drove you crazy.

Finally, you broke the silence, a lace of caution present in your voice “What is that supposed to mean, Jimin?”

This time it was his turn to stare blankly at you before looking away; running his hands through his hair, he simply shook his head, “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Nodding slowly, you didn’t feel it in yourself to want to find out, afraid that pushing him would only result in something you didn’t want to confront just yet.

The two of you continued to talk, conversation flowing naturally as you told each other stories you weren’t able to over phone calls and text messages. Before you knew it, it was midnight, as the sounds of crickets and owls hooting filled the silent night sky.

Feeling a yawn coming, you stretched your arms up, releasing the tightness in your muscles from sitting in the same spot for hours. When you looked up, your brows knitted together when you finally said, “Jimin, had those clouds always been there?”

Following your gaze, he frowned before grabbing his phone out his pocket. Pressing down on the weather app, he let out a deep sigh before flashing the screen to you.

“Rain showers,” he simply stated as you looked at the high percentage of the chance for rain in you area at that time of night.

“Maybe we should get going?”

Nodding, the both of you started packing up the things you had brought when you felt a sudden drop of water hit the back of your neck. Looking up in alarm, you met Jimin’s gaze knowingly before the two of you quickly sped up, grabbing everything you could in your arms as you ran towards the car.

After the first droplet, the rest seemed to fall down simultaneously as the drops of water hit you, soaking your clothes and everything in between. Jimin looks back at you, a wide grin on his face before his hand wrapped around your wrist, “Come on you slow poke!”

“I-I’m not slow—!” you stammered out when you felt a tug on your arm; Jimin started to run, as he pulled you along with him. Your shock was quickly replaced with laughter as the both of you ran like crazy, completely drenched to the point where both of your hair were in strands and clothes were stuck to your bodies.

Once you reached your car, you both hurriedly threw your things inside, closing the doors quickly as you hoped they weren’t as soaked as the two of you were.

Suddenly, you felt Jimin stop. And you stop. You turned towards him as the both of you just stood there in the pouring rain, staring at each other as the water trickled down your cheeks, your lashes fluttering every so often to stop the drops of water from blurring your vision of the man who stood before you. You feel Jimin’s hand slowly sink down from your wrist to your own, your fingers intertwining perfectly with each other. And then he smiles. Jimin smiles so fucking wide that the corners of his lips reach the sides of his face, and his eyes turn into soft crescents.

You grinned back, “What happened to trying to get away from the rain?”

He shook his head as a soft laugh escaped him, droplets of water spraying from the ends of his hair, “I didn’t realize how nice this would be.”

“You’re right.” you admitted softly. Looking up at the sky, you felt the droplets of water splash against your skin, tickling your cheeks as you scrunched your nose in amusement.

Jimin watched you with a soft smile on his face, his gaze tracing every part of you, from the way your eyes fluttered to a close and to the way your tongue poked out to taste the drops of water that fell near the corner of your lips. He didn’t know what it was about you, but in that moment you had looked like the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

As your eyes fluttered open, you instantly met Jimin’s gaze, eyes hazy and deep as they stared into your slightly surprised ones. You tilted your head to the side, as you looked at him curiously with a smile of your own, “Is everthing alright Jimin?”

You watched as he slowly nodded, before moving closer towards you. Your brows quirked up in gentle surprise as you felt the distance lessen between the both of you. His hand that was intertwined with yours slowly loosened before travelling up your arm, and finally resting on the crook of your neck, his hot touch a stark contrast to the cold temperature surrounding you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, as Jimin’s next actions left you completely and utterly breathless.

“It is now.”

You felt his lips come crashing down, enveloping yours in a sweet embrace as he pulled you closer to him. His hand cradled your cheek as he dragged you into a kiss full of desperation and longing, his lips trying to tell you all his feelings that he hadn’t been able to put into words all these years. Your heart thundered in your chest, louder than the sound of the physical thunder that erupted around you as the rain only fell harder.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck as you kissed him back, reaching up with the tips of your toes in effort to bring him closer to your body than he already was. You felt him smile and you smiled back almost instantly as soft chuckles slipped past your lips. For all the times you had kissed Jimin first since your childhood days, he had finally kissed you first. Finally.

When the both of you finally part, Jimin rested his forehead against yours, his nose softly nudging yours, bringing your gaze up to his.

“You always said you wanted to kiss in the rain.” he finally murmurs, his lashes fluttering against your skin.

“Is that the only reason why you kissed me?”

You watched as his eyes shot open, blinking as he took in the soft pout that spread across your face at his confession. Shaking his head quickly, he cradled your face in both of his hands, “Hey, of course not.”

“I just—” he started, before pressing another kiss to your forehead, this one soft and plush, “I finally realized what an idiot I was. For not figuring out, that all this goddamn time. It was you Y/N, it was you.”

Wrapping your hands around his own, your eyes brimmed with tears as you whispered the three words you had pushed away for so many years, the three words that depicted how strongly you felt for the man standing in front of you, the three words that meant everything to you.

“I love you, Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s gaze softened as you felt him close the distance once again, his lips barely brushing yours when you felt him whisper back, his words like a permanent promise against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. And I always will.”

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k-llama-llama · 5 years ago

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Stuck With Me Now

Stray Kids AU: 10th member

Tori x Stray Kids

Tori meets Sumi

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“Are they really here?” Minho whispered as they snuck backstage.

Tori nodded. “Apparently. They’re presenting, and I heard someone say that one of them might be doing a special stage.”

He straightened his jacket. “Do I look okay?”

“You look fine.” She promised. “And besides, it’s not like you haven’t met them.”

“Yeah, but it’s different. I’m like...not their backup dancer anymore.”

“I don’t think BTS is going to-”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Someone’s very loud voice carried down the hall.

Minho and Tori turned to look as a figure stormed down the hall, two very nervous-looking venue employees hurrying after.

Only when she stepped into the light did they realize who it was.

“Hide.” Minho said quickly. “We need to hide.”

“No.” Tori shushed him. “I wanna know the tea.”

“I hate that I know what that means now.” He groaned, turning to look the other way in case Sumi looked at him.

“You can still go on stage, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The staff tried to reassure her.

“The song is for a group of four. And we got it down to two. And now you’re telling me that Jimin can’t make it because filming for Queendom ran over.”

“You knew that was a risk when you agreed-”

Sumi crossed her arms. “So I perform by myself?”

“You have to.”

“Great.” She threw her hands up in the air and turned away. “My first solo performance back and I’m going to do a half-assed performance. Really-” She paused.

Tori looked up from her shoes after a long silence, finding Sumi and the staff all staring at her. The staff looked confused, but Sumi was just staring at them inquisitively.

“Ah, Hi.” Sumi bowed. “This is Minho. He used to dance backup for-”

“How tall are you?”

“Me?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Sumi stalked over, her heels making her about the same height as Tori. “I’d say you’re about the same size. Tori, right?”

“Yes.” Tori squeaked, having never felt more intimidated in her life.

Sumi nodded, thinking for a moment. “Zoey says you’ve got your shit together.”

“Mostly...” Tori thought for a moment. “I think. What are we talking about exactly?”

“I’m supposed to perform Bad Girl Good Girl with Jimin from AOA in twenty minutes, and she won’t be here. You’re from JYP, the same size, and have Zoey vouching for you. You in?”

Tori blinked. “I’m confused.”

“She wants you to perform with her.” Minho whispered, trying to be unnoticed.

“Hi, Minho. You’ve done well for yourself.” Sumi said, not even looking at him.

“Well, I tried. I mean-”

“You were always very talented.” Sumi finally smiled at him. “I’m just thrilled we got the chance to work with you before you were famous.” She looked back at Tori. “Are you in?”

Tori looked at Minho. “You were right, we should hide.”

Sumi smiled. “It’s okay if you say no. I’m just kind of in a pinch, and quite frankly I think performing with you will be fun.”

“We...” Tori rubbed her arm. “We haven’t had a chance to rehearse.”

“We have twenty minutes and a well-known choreo.”

Tori bit her lip. “I guess...Stray Kids is done for the day. And...it might be fun.”

“Perfect!” Sumi clapped her hands, turning to the staff. “One of you please go arrange everything with Stray Kids’ team, and Tori, you and Minho come with me and we’ll get ready for the performance.”

“Me?” Minho squeaked.

“Yeah, I’m sure the boys would love to see you again.”

“We met, briefly at an award show last year.” Tori said quietly as Sumi set off at a brisk pace down the hall.

“I remember. Sorry we didn’t get a chance to chat more.” She stopped at the door of a dressing room and pushed it open. “Put clothes on losers, I brought guests.”

As it happened, all members of BTS were appropriately dressed, looking up in mild confusion at the new visitors.

“Stray Kids?” Yoongi tilted his head.

“Yup.” Sumi reached for a hairbrush. “I’m performing with Tori now.”

“I thought you were performing with Jimin.” Namjoon said, hands on his hips.

Sumi shook her head. “I’ve only got room for one Jimin in my life.”

“So what? You kidnapped Tori?” Jin asked.

“Pretty much. But she’s cool with it.” Sumi winked at Tori.

Tori awkwardly smiled.

“Right.” Sumi clapped her hands decisively. “Boys, you remember Minho. He used to dance with us. Go keep him company so Tori and I can get ready.”

“You can’t kick us out of our own dressing room.” Taehyung complained.

“Sure I can.” She flashed him a finger heart. “Get out.”

Jhope rolled his eyes, swinging an arm over Minho’s shoulders and leading him from the room.

Tori was tempted to reach for him, but watched them all trickle out, taking her only ally and leaving her with Sumi.

“Your outfit is marked with the red tag.” Sumi said. “Try it on, and we probably have time for quick alterations if need be.”

Tori didn’t spot a changing screen, so she stood in the corner. Sumi seemed suitably unbothered, and stripped and dressed herself in her own costume without so much as casting a look at Tori.

When she did, Tori had pulled on the striped crop top and black shorts, and was working her way into the jacket.

“It looks good.” Sumi smiled. “Everything feel okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Tori swallowed. “Are you sure you want me to perform with you? It might be better if you just go on by yourself.”

Sumi snorted. “I doubt it. We’ll need your looks if we’re going to stand a chance.”

“My looks...” Tori tilted her head. “But you’re very pretty.”

Sumi snorted. “Trust me, you’re prettier. Now, do you know the dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Kay, here’s the positions we’ve worked out.”

Tori looked at the outstretched sheet, considering it for a moment. “Got it.”

“That fast?” Sumi raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a dancer.” She said by way of explanation.

“Ah.” She smiled. “That’s why Zoey likes you so much.”

Sumi smoothed out her own skirt and set to applying some makeup. “I hope I’m not scaring you or anything.”

“Scaring me? Of course not.” Tori said, her voice high and squeaky.

Sumi laughed. “Going on without being certain of your set is nerve-racking at the best of times. Getting such little notice is even worse.”

“I’m not worried about the set.” Tori said, moving Jungkook’s sweater so she could sit on the chair.

“Then what is there to worry about?” Sumi asked.

“Performing with you.” Tori said quietly.

Sumi’s eyes widened, and she looked at her for a long moment, before turning back to the mirror. “If that’s your concern, there’s no problem.”

“There is!” Tori insisted. “You’re like....the most famous Korean woman in the world.”

“Okay now, Hyuna exists.”

“You’re more famous and you know it.”

Sumi gave Tori a soft smile. “I’m just another idol. And I promise I’m a worse dancer than you.”

“Well, that’s something at least.” Tori gave a small laugh.

“So...” Sumi said, touching up her mascara. “Since we’re best friends now, can you spill whatever was up with the whole stalker thing, and the dating thing?”

“You saw that?” Tori winced.

“Everyone did. You okay?”

Tori nodded. “Guy was a creep, and broke into my apartment and tried to kidnap me, so you know.”

“Sadly, I do.” Sumi frowned. “But they took care of it?”

“They did.”

“And what about the dating thing? Just stupid rumours I assume. Those are the freaking worst. Last year everyone thought I was dating Shownu. And I mean, dude’s nice and looks great, but I feel like it’d be a little like dating a mannequin, you know?”

Tori took a moment to process all that she’d just said. “I...guess so?”

“Anyways.” Sumi spun in her chair. “Dating rumours. Ridiculous, right?”

“Well,” Tori instantly wished she was a better liar. “It wasn’t entirely unfounded.”

“Really.” Sumi looked playfully scandalized. “You and the leader?”

“Chan. A bit. But it’s over now.”

Sumi shook her head. “From the look on your face, I’m pretty sure it isn’t over.”

“Two minutes to stage prep!”

“TWO MINUTES TO STAGE PREP!” Jin knocked on the door.

“You ready?” Sumi smiled.

“I think so.”

“Good.” Sumi linked arms with her. “I get a vibe we’re going to be friends. Is that okay? I literally never get to hang out with anyone other than the guys. And occasionally Zoey. I’d love love love a new friend.”

“Okay.” Tori nodded shyly.

“Oh, yay!” She gasped. “You, me and Zoey should have sleep overs!”

Tori laughed. “I’m in!”

“Great!” Sumi reached for the door. “And, since you just told me a secret, I’ll tell you one too.”

“Okay, I’m ready for it.” Tori grinned.

Sumi gave a positively evil grin. “I have a boyfriend.”

“WHAT!”

“Let’s go.” She opened the door, pushing through the crowd of boys.

“How have you kept that hidden? Who is it?”

Sumi laughed. “You don’t get that many secrets until we’ve at least exchanged friendship bracelets.”

“Please, Eonnie.” Tori begged. “I need to know!”

“Tell you what, I’ll tell you over dinner. A thank you for helping me out with this.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Good. Because we need some serious best friend bonding time.”

“Oh, I can’t be best friends.” Tori said honestly. “Felix will be devastated.”

“Other Australian boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Jeez girl, you get around. Okay, fine. Zoey and I will just be second to Felix. Deal?”

“Deal?”

Sumi shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m being treated like this.”

“I can’t believe someone is making me go onstage with twenty minutes of prep.” Tori winked.

Sumi narrowed her eyes. “Well played. Well played.”

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torannosaurusrexy · 5 years ago

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Champagne & Pools

Chapter 1/?: “Commando”

➝ Genre: Fic

➝ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook | Reader

WARNING: This AU contains language, recreational drug usage, and sexual themes that some readers may find unsettling, please take caution when reading.

➝ Word Count: 5.2k

➝ Summary: After a night full of red solo cups, gyrating bodies, and too many hot frat boys to count ends, you wake without a memory of it. Jungkook however, remembers all of it, and will do whatever he has to to convince you that it was the greatest night of his existence.

➝ Chapter Song: < LISTEN HERE >

Pain floods your head when you wake this morning. Bounds of bad decisions coalesce and force the pain to get even worse when you open your eyes. Whatever happened last night was more than you originally signed up for. Flashes of colorful lights, jello shots, and cannon balls assault your hungover memory. You press the heel of your palm into your sore sockets, pining for a relief that never comes. When removed you examine the room around you. It’s not yours that’s for damn sure, unless of course you forgot how to clean and own a bong. Not Yoongi’s either, he’d never live in a room that wasn’t a shade of gray.

You must still be at the frat house. Its the only true way to explain your hangover and the fuzzy memories you have of vibrating bass and—oh shit, where is your phone and your…panties? With your mind bombarded and worrisome tendencies you hadn’t even come to realize that astride your body, with an arm holding you firm at the waist is a slumbering young man. His hair is a deep cocoa color. His lips are parted by incoming air, and his other hand is tucked neatly behind his head. Slowly, you try to peel yourself away from him but of course, his bed creaks more than your sore bones.

You manage to escape, finding the jeans you wore last night. Thankfully, your bra is still on and a shirt remains flush against your body. Fuck your panties, leaving before he wakes up is more important right now. Besides, they were not your favorite pair anyway. Creeping over discarded socks, questionable pizza boxes, and condom wrappers, you enter the hallway.

You jump upon spotting your best friend, fingers toying with the button to your jeans.

“You look like shit.” Yoongi chimes, brushing his teeth.

“Morning to you too.” You whisper, trying to keep your pain at an all time low.

He chuckles, pausing his teeth brushing to point at you. “Fly’s down.”

“Huh?”

He points again, shrugging, “Your shutters are open. Y’know, I can see bikini bottom…are you commando?” He spits into the bathroom sink, filled with crushed beer cans.

“Shhhhh, I’ll explain later, please tell me your bed is open; I can’t possibly walk home right now.” Yoongi smirks, a knowing look.

“That good huh?” He rinses the toothbrush.

You scratch your head, suddenly worried about your hair and the clown mask smeared across your face. “Nothing memorable that’s for sure.”

“You don’t remember last night?”

“Just the couple hundred jello shots I downed.”

Yoongi sucks air through gritted teeth, “Yikes.”

“Yeah…now, bed?” You point at his door, across the hall and ajar from him coming out of it.

“Sorry Captain Commando, unlike someone…I scored last night.”

“Who’s to say I didn’t?”

Yoongi crosses his arms, amused. “You didn’t, I handed you off to Jungkook when you tried to strip near the pool. I figured if you were going to be naked I’d rather you do it behind closed doors.” So that’s who’s bedroom you woke up in. You should’ve recognized him, it must’ve been your rush to leave that kept you from realizing.

You clear your throat, “I’ll repeat my question, who’s to say I didn’t score?” You cross your arms.

Yoongi continues his assault, smiling wide. “I. Handed. You. Off. To. Jungkook.”

You nod, still confused. You have just emerged panty-less from a rather attractive college frat boys bedroom. To many, that’s enough to say you got laid. Then again…you don’t remember getting dick, and you have a feeling Jeon Jungkook’s would be rather memorable. “Yeah…Jungkook is the designated panty dropper of BTS, and clearly he snatched mine.”

“Nah, he knows you’re off limits.”

You cluck your tongue, “Which only makes me more desirable.”

Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes. “None of the guys will touch you because you’re friends with me. Get used to being dry sweetheart.”

“Ugh, cock block.” You sigh, smiling because you know he’s right.

“Trust me, Jungkook would be just as surprised as you were this morning to find you half naked. He was clothed wasn’t he?”

“Yeah…”

“That should be enough to prove me right. Now if you’ll excuse me…morning head is calling.” He walks towards his door.

“Fuck you Yoongi." You call after him.

He whispers back, sending you a kiss. “Love you too babe, there’s food downstairs if you wanna make some breakfast. Jin might have a spare pair of panties too if you’re interested.”

“Hard pass.” Jin’s collection of hoe’s lingerie is enticing, but equably disgusting.

What Yoongi called food was leftover chicken stir-fry, a questionable jar of mayonnaise…and whipped cream which you have a sneaking suspicion is Taehyung’s and isn’t meant for regular consumption. Thankfully, they own a box of just add water pancake mix, and you count that as a major score. You try not to make too much noise, considering you’re probably not the only one around here with a pounding headache. You’d already searched for some sort of over the counter relief only to come up empty. So you settle for a glass of water instead. Using your phone to play some light music, you flip the pancakes with ease. While doing so you can’t help but let your mind wander back to the night before.

What could have possibly led to you falling asleep in Jungkook’s arms? To be fair, you are a rather flirtatious drunk and think that could have led to Jungkook being fished in by Yoongi. Yoongi would have enjoyed watching you make a fool of yourself all over Jungkook. He definitely saw more than he bargained for. Then again…knowing Yoongi, he would’ve pushed for Jimin instead. Its possible that Jimin was…preoccupied and Jungkook was a last stitch resort.

Poor Jungkook, the kid has only been part of the frat for a couple months now and he’s already been subjected to assault via drunk you. You figured he would’ve gone at least a year without that happening. Now that you’re thinking about it, you probably cost him a hookup last night.

“Crap!” You yelp, inhaling smoke from a now charred pancake, hacking it back up.

“Having trouble?”

You turn, finding Jimin shirtless and leaning against the countertop.

“Clearly.” You choke, drinking him in. “I’ll blame it on the hangover.”

Jimin laughs, gleaming under his faded orange locks. His roots are darker now, smothering the orange in an inky hue. It has definitely been a few months since the initial dyeing. Curse the fact that he makes it look so fucking good. “After last night I figured you would have one. I’ll make you a protein shake, god knows I need one.”

“Thank you, I’ll return the favor in pancakes.” You clear your throat, trying to sound less squeaky. “What do you mean by ‘after last night’?”

Jimin licks yogurt off a spoon, pointing it at you after he does so. “Right…Yoongi mentioned that your memory might be a little fuzzy.”

“You saw him this morning?”

Jimin grins, eyes on what he’s preparing. “Nah, heard him though.” You shiver. “I caught him kissing some girl late last night, dragged him by the ear to find out if you were alright, he mentioned it then. Considering the unholyness I heard when I passed his door, I think he found her again after we talked.”

You blush, clearing your throat. “And..?”

“He said that your liver couldn’t handle Jin’s jello shots and that he called time of death just a few minutes before I found him.”

“That bastard.”

You both chuckle lightly at Yoongi’s dark humor. “Yeah well, thank god that wasn’t the truth.”

“Maybe not, but this pounding in my head is making me re-think the whole living thing.”

You hear something rattling behind you, and turn to see Jimin shaking a small pill bottle. Advil no doubt. “Breakfast of champions.” He smiles, tossing it to you.

“Balanced as all things should be.” Jimin laughs, watching as you place two on the counter before pushing the bottle back to him. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jimin turns the blender on. You flinch. “Sorry.” He says once that step is complete. “I should have warned you.”

“No it’s okay, I deserved that.”

“And this.” Jimin winks, sliding a freshly blended protein monstrosity towards you.

You shut off the stove, serving your pancakes on a large plate next to the drinks. The sound of their preparation may have ripped your mental state to shreds, but the taste of protein pumped berry goodness was well worth it.

You end up moaning out loud when the shake hits your tongue, a soothing hint of mint serenading the thumping of your skull. You swallow the Advil with it. When you open your eyes Jimin is watching you closely, taking a hefty swig from his own shake. “Good?” He asks after swallowing, a knowing grin smeared across his pillow lips.

“If my moan wasn’t clarification enough, then yes.” He nods, pleased with your answer. You pick up a pancake, dousing it in the syrup you found in one of the cabinets that wasn’t dedicated to hot Cheetos or peanut butter.

“So, I heard about the pool.”

“Oh god don’t remind me. All I know is Yoongi handed me off to Jungkook at some point…I’m assuming it was after my thirty-second jello shot, but before my walk of shame.”

“Yikes.”

You hum an affirmation, “Yeah, I think Jin cut me off at some point. So maybe doing a strip-tease by the pool was my form of rebellion.”

“It definitely was something.”

“Oh great, you saw it too?”

“Everyone saw it love. I hate to say it but…you were the highlight of the party.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, Namjoon ended up slipping in some puke last night, landed in Tae’s lap. Everyone forgot about your debut into stripperhood by then.”

“Phew, good thing Jungkook was there when he was. There could be a viral video of me naked by your pool if he wasn’t.”

“Would that be such a shame?” Jimin smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. You punch his shoulder.

“Trust me, it would have been.”

Jimin pauses his sipping, “I’m kind of surprised Jungkook was by the pool at all. I figured he of all people would’ve been drowning in some freshman pussy.”

You chuckle, but deep down you’re worried that pussy may have been yours in the end.

“Yeah I woke up next to him this morning, it seems like he took watching me pretty seriously.”

“If he took advantage I swear I’ll--”

You laugh, “I don’t think you need to worry. Yoongi laughed when I mentioned that possibility. He said I’m off limits.”

“Shame.”

“Hm?”

“I just feel bad. I would have gladly given you my bed instead beautiful.”

You blush, licking remnants of syrup from your fingertips. The plate of pancakes now finds itself empty, syrup littering the expanse. “I’ll remember that for next time.” You manage to say, a finger brushing your lower lip. Jimin gleams. “I should probably meet up with Raegan, she’ll want to know if I lived.” Gulping the last bit of shake, you grab the last strand of dignity you have and start for the door.

“You sure you don’t need a ride or anything? I don’t have class today.”

“Thanks Chim, but my dorm is only a block or so away, I’ll manage.” Jimin follows you into the foyer, ripped streamers and empty solo cups littering its usually pristine landing. “Thanks for the shake. I feel a lot better.”

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

You roll your eyes, “I thought that was Tae’s spot, don’t let him catch you slipping.”

Jimin laughs, “Tell that to Namjoon. I’ll text you.”

“Okay, bye Chim.”

You close the front door behind you, finding the sun to be more bearable now that your stomach is happy and your liver doesn’t want to kill you. “Holy shit, Jimin wasn’t wearing a shirt. And I was able to talk…this has been a strange twenty-four hours.”

“Strange isn’t the word I would use.” Hoseok emerges from the bushes below the front steps, his shirt is half unbuttoned and he has leaves in his hair. “What time is it?” He rubs his eyes subconsciously.

“My god Hoseok! What the fuck!” You hold your heart, coming down from the scare you just received.

“Ow! Don’t fucking yell dipshit!” He screams back, squinting at you under messy red locks.

“What in the sam hell are you doing sleeping with the worms?”

“I must have blacked out here, that rager really was something.” He points to the mulch he used as a mattress, an assprint pushed into it. “Leaving so soon princess? The party isn’t over yet.”

“Funny, but it’s noon and I have an iced coffee with my name on it. You need to eat something solid, and find a breath mint.”

“I can give you something solid.”

“Goodbye Hoseok~” You say as you continue down the frat house walkway, giving him a cute little wave as you do so. You can hear him laughing, and it makes you smile. Hoseok may be gross, and he passes out in bushes…but as Yoongi said before, he and the others know you can’t be touched. It sure is funny watching him try though.

“And the jello shot junky returns!”

You do a sarcastic pageant queen spin, complete with an ending pose. “I prefer pong princess. Here.” You hand Reagan her usual order from the Starbucks down the street.

“Thank you, slave.” She smiles through whipped cream dusted lips. You chuckle, plopping yourself into the corner of your shared L-shaped couch next to her. Stained with remnants of Italian Nights and Taco Tuesdays. “So…did you ever find your panties?”

“Fuck, I forgot about those.”

“How could you forget you’re nakey when denim is all up in the Cock Kingdom?”

You exhale a laugh out of your nose, “First of all, please never refer to my place of business as the Cock Kingdom ever again.”

“Would you prefer Pussy Palace? Dick Dungeon? Phallus Fort?”

“No I- Dick Dungeon? That’s not bad actually…but still a hard no.” You shake your head, both equably disappointed and proud of Rae for having the braincells to come up with such a cacophony of nick-names after the mental beatdown both of you surely took last night. “I forgot to look for them before I left.”

Raegan huffs an affirmation. “My money’s on the pool pavement. It’s definitely out there just waiting to be found by an unsuspecting frat boy. Maybe Jin will add them to his collection…he does have one right?”

“A collection of conquests panties? Sadly yes. And let’s just agree to forget that whole strip tease ever happened.”

“It was more than a strip tease Honey. I will be sure to play the video on your wedding day!” Raegan sips her peppermint monstrosity unphased, mint on her tongue.

“What?” You turn your head violently to face her, sitting up in a rush.

Raegan continues to describe the horror of a maid-of-honor speech you need to start preparing for, its bound to be a whopper at this rate. “It can be part of my maid of honor speech. Be all sentimental and crap, then just when moms in tears…BAM, stripping at a frat party.”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, you shake your best friend and recorder of all embarrassing moments in your life, “Rae, did you say you have it on video?!”

She breaks free, steading herself with another sip. “Well obviously, drunk me still has her priorities straight.”

“Can I see it?!” You yell.

“Alright alright! Don’t get your panties in a—oh wait…”

“Shut up.”

She laughs, pulling out her phone and scrolling through what must be hundreds of selfies and videos from last nights mistake. Raegan has always been the social drunk. She’s constantly throwing herself in the arms of strangers and chanting the words ‘Lets take a picture!’ through alcohol slurred lips. You are honestly shocked she didn’t wake up alongside Hobi in the bushes this morning.

“Holy shit, Rae is that Taehyung?” You point at her screen, a blurred mess of a snapshot smeared across it.

“Nope, Namjoon.” She beams.

“What is he—“

Raegan swipes twice, “Here wait I have a better picture of it.”

“Oh my god! Raegan Louise!” You yelp, clarity making you look away.

“What?! I saw an opportunity…and I took it!”

“Never in my life would I picture Namjoon as a human shot glass!”

“His belly-button was the perfect size. Carpe Diem my love.” Raegan shrugs, acting nonchalant about slurping a mouthful of tequila from the frat presidents belly button.

“Fair enough, now where is this life-ruining video of yours.”

She scrolls further, finding a couple from just after the incident along with a zoom in of your panties.

“If I knew this was going to happen I would’ve worn a cuter pair.”

“Oh cmon, the giant panda face on the back is so innocent~”

“I’m burning my wardrobe.”

“Here, I found it.”

Raegan presses play. The video shakes for a second and there’s far too much yelling to make out any coherent words. At first, she’s recording the inside of the house. In the background Taehyung is seen doing a keg-stand. If you weren’t so concerned with the upcoming turn of events you would’ve glanced at the way his shirt is gathered around his neck. Instead, you see what Jimin meant by Yoongi kissing some girl. More like swallowing her.

That’s when you hear it, a cheer so loud it turns heads. Someone runs into the room, informing all of those in it that you’re about to turn the heat up a notch. Yoongi bolts from the girl, no apology leaving his lips when he separates from hers. She follows, wounded and confused. You can hear Rae muttering a profanity under her breath. The camera fumbles in her hands, she pushes past the crowd to reveal you, half-dressed with your arms behind your back about to unclasp your bra.

You watch in horror, hands over your agape mouth. “Oh god no.”

“Oh honey yes…”

She fast forwards a few seconds, revealing a starstruck Jimin who rushes forward with Yoongi in tow. Before you know it Jimins shirt is off and thrown towards your face. You catch it with a giggle, shimmying your panties off before Jungkook suddenly appears from behind you. He grabs both your legs and throws you over his shoulder. Your ass is completely exposed to all those watching. The cameras final frame shows the slammed back door before it cuts out and all else is left to the imagination.

“Welp, there you have it.” Raegan says, shrugging.

You are absolutely starstruck, embarrassed and shocked. On the bright side, you now know exactly what happened. Also, that Raegan seemed to be the only one sober enough to record. That’s the hope. “Delete it.”

“What? But I just said—“

“Raegan please. I can never see that video again.”

“Okay, just know that doing so brings me great pain.”

“I apologize.”

Raegan deletes the video with just a few taps, the first frame disappearing from view in lieu of a conversational meme she’s uses over text. “There, goodbye sweet sweet memory.”

“And hello sweet sweet relief.”

The days following seem to be for the most part normal, you attend your classes normally, pumped full of caffeine and dreading finals week. The only ones who spoke of The Incident were Raegan and the BTS boys. Yoongi in particular, just couldn’t let the story go.

“I still can’t believe you made Raegan delete the video. That shit was comedy gold and could have had you going down in BTS rager history.”

“As invigorating as that would have been, I really don’t think I need my portrait framed above the words ‘Pool Panty Princess.’”

“I beg to differ.” Yoongi looks away, swirling a finger around the spoon he submerged in liquid energy. “He told me that he’s been looking for you.”

“What? Who has?” You take a jab at the plate of disco fries ahead of you, doused in gravy and snug beneath layers of cheese. Yoongi watches you do so, content with his black coffee and dark intentions.

“Jungkook; he’s been acting strange since the party.” You pause your eating, mouth full of the one dish you wish to be buried beneath. “You swear nothing happened between you two?”

“Why are you asking me when you were so sure I would be left high and dry?” You fall back against the booth, worn with previous diners butts. “Besides, I can’t remember anything after darts with Jimin. Everything is a messed up blur.”

“I know. Its just really weird, I’m so used to seeing Kook as the kid who never shuts the fuck up. Lately, he’s been the opposite.”

“Elaborate.”

“Alright well, I was in the kitchen with Jimin the day after the party. Kook came down from his room in the middle of the conversation we were having. Your name happened to come up and he froze.”

“Half the guys have been like that, the party was crazy. Also, what kind of conversation were you having with Jimin where my name was involved?”

“Irrelevant, have you even seen Jungkook?”

You roll your eyes, “No, why?”

“My point exactly. He’s avoiding you.”

“You just said he was looking for me.”

“I’m just saying, it seems like he’s conflicted. Confront him, clearly he remembers something you don’t.”

“How the hell would I do that, Jungkook is like a baby bird. Flightless, skittish, and far too innocent.”

“Geez, and here I was thinking you always had eyes for Jimin.”

“Besides the point, Jungkook’s in my psychology class, I’ll see him then. I’m sure everything is fine.”

Yoongi laughs, taking another sip from his mug. You blush, suddenly losing your appetite. “You’re not very good at hiding things.”

“And you’re not very good at giving head, so shut up.”

“Oh honey, now you’re just grabbing at straws.”

“Yeah even I knew that was wrong before I said it.”

“How would you know? I’ve never given you head—is this your way of asking?”

“God no! I’ll pass.”

“I’m sure Jimin would oblige, and given the way he’s been acting I’m sure Kook would be down too.”

“Relationship advice from Mr. One Night Stand himself? I’m honored.”

“Eat your fries.”

“Hey.” You try to say the word with some power behind it, however it falls flat against the tile of the stingy classroom floor. Jungkook slips into the seat next to you, looking your way when you speak.

“Hey.” He copies, slipping his red backpack off and tossing it to the floor.

You bite your lip, hearing Yoongi’s voice like a mantra in your head.

When you look up from the face of your desk Jungkook’s eyes are on yours and the class is silent. He looks away almost as fast as you looked up, brushing a hand through his fluffy hair. It’s now or never and you can’t possibly let Yoongi berate you about putting this conversation off any longer.

“Jungkook, I need to ask you something.” You watch him lift his head, promptly scanning the class before answering.

“Okay?” He whispers, displaying a slightly crooked tooth through an agape set of lips. “If this is about finding an old childhood photo of you dressed as a milk man in Yoongi’s wallet then I swear I didn’t tell a soul.”

“No Kook!” The class shushes you. “I’ll explain that another time, this is about last weekend.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, confused. You explain further, “I woke up in your bed…I didn’t have pants on…ringing any bells?”

Jungkook smiles, on the verge of laughing. “I think I’d remember sleeping with you ______.”

“I beg to differ, you sleep with a lot of girls Jungkook.”

“You calling me a tramp?”

“Maybe, just tell me please. Did we have sex?”

“Why? Do you want to?”

“Kook!” Another shush from the class.

“I have fifteen before my next class, there’s a janitors closet down the hall, meet there?”

“Jungkook, no. I just want to know if we did anything.”

Jungkook looks away, searching his memories for something helpful. “Tell you what, come to the BTS house tonight, maybe Jin’s jello shots will spur your memory.”

You roll your eyes. “Just what I need, more vodka.”

“I’d love to help; except there’s still some parts i’m trying to remember myself. So, sorry sweetheart, my lips are sealed…tight.” He puts emphasis on the word tight and it makes you shiver with some kind of foreign anticipation.

“What if I said please?”

“Get on your knees and i’ll consider it.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re starting to sound like Yoongi.”

“Ouch.” Jungkook stands, fellow students rising to rush off to their next lecture. “See you later.” He winks, leaving promptly.

“And how dare you assume a lady like myself would do it in a janitors closet!” You yell after him, but he’s already gone.

“He said he was still trying to figure it out himself, and then he tried to seduce me into a janitors closet.”

“I admire his boldness, but the fuck?” Yoongi licks peanut butter off the knife he’s holding, gingerly using it to cut his sandwich into four little triangles.

“You sound like my inner monologue right now.” You lean against the countertop in the BTS Frathouse kitchen. To your surprise, it looks very nice when the counters aren’t covered in solo cups, horny sorority princesses and stale chips.

“What happened afterwards?” Yoongi continues, pouring himself a glass of OJ with enough pulp to scare oranges into hiding.

“Nothing, he invited me to the house party tonight—which you happened to not tell me about.”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.” He slurs through the first bite of PB&J.

“I sense sarcasm.”

“At least now you know he wants you here. Maybe stay away from the jello shots this time?”

“I know that much, thanks.” You steal a triangle.

“And if you’re going to do anything with anyone tonight…maybe shoot for Jimin.”

You pause, placing your hands on your hips. “I guess the whole ‘off limits’ thing is shot to hell now.”

“That was before I thought you had a shot with not one, but two of the guys currently drooling at your feet.”

“Oh please…they’re not drooling.”

“You’re right, the word slobbering fits better.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t go, people are going to laugh and say stupid shit about the last party.”

“So what, you have me and the other guys here to back you up. There’s nothing to worry about. Besides, everyone was wasted that night.”

You hear heavy footsteps cascading the staircase as Yoongi speaks, its obvious that they belong to a focused Namjoon even before he slips into the room. “’Sup guys?”

“Hey Joonie.”

“Hey Hyung.” Yoongi barely takes a breath before continuing to bombard you with reasons to attend tonight. “I’ll tell you what, the second your social meter runs out I’ll give you my room key and you can hide in there all night if you want.”

You fake a sniffle, “You’d give up the chance at some random freshman pussy for me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Just say yes before I change my mind.”

“I would’ve gone anyway but you just kept going.”

“Fuck you.” Yoongi laughs.

“What’s this I hear about pussy?” Taehyung says, bouncing into the kitchen with a suspicious glass of clear liquid in his hand.

Sadly, you’re the one to catch a whiff of his breath as he passes. “Taehyung its not even noon yet what in the holy mother of hell are you doing with that?” You point to the glass, and he smirks.

“Five o’clock somewhere.” He shrugs, sipping generously. “I’m kidding, its sparkling water, here.” He slides it towards you before walking next to Namjoon who’s absorbed into the grilled cheese he’s trying not to burn. You scrunch your eyebrows, lifting the glass and taking an experimental sip. Immediately, you gag as the raw tequila touches your tongue. You jump up and spit it into the nearby sink, drawing laughter from everyone in the room.

“Sparkling water my ass!”

“I’m sorry, you made it too easy!”

“Fuck!” You turn the tap on, sticking your head underneath to rinse your tongue and gargle water.

Due to your luck, both Jimin and Hoseok walk into the room as you turn the water on and they get to watch as you stand head back and tongue in the wind. “Ah fuck, this situation looks vaguely familiar.” Jimin chuckles, picking up the glass you hastily sipped from. He sniffs it, ripping his head away the second his nose hairs are disintegrated. “Jesus Tae.”

“Oh cmon, I saw an opportunity!”

“You okay?” Jimin slips past the crowd and slowly rubs your back as you wipe your mouth and nod. You catch a glimpse of Yoongi smiling into his orange juice, his eyes suggestive.

“Hm? Oh yeah, psh, fine…thanks.”

“Want a grilled cheese?”

Yoongi nods furiously, dropping not so subtle hints.

“No; its okay, I think I’m gonna go for a swim. Thirty minute rule…you know.”

“Good call, I guess I should skip the grilled cheese too.”

“What? No!” Your hands land of Jimin’s stomach as you reflexively move to stop him from following. He looks down, confused until you revoke them, “You should eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Join me after?”

Jimin grins. “Okay.” He says in short, a smile still on his face even after you’re moving towards the patio. You look over his shoulder one last time to see Yoongi slam his face into the countertop, awash with disappointment.

The sound of their distant talking fades once you escape to the back patio, however you aren’t alone for long as Yoongi and his orange juice joins you.

“That was painful to watch.” He says, walking towards you.

“Leave me alone pulp boy.” You sulk, sitting on the edge of the pool and putting your feet in the heated water.

“Woah, my pulp never did anything to you.” Yoongi frowns, a short-lived sarcastic feature. He joins you.

You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Ugh, did he say anything after I left?”

“Babe, Jimin’s a guy. The second you left he asked Joon to make him a grilled cheese and snorted a line of pre-workout.” He slurps more of his juice.

“Really?” You look up at him, a worried lip.

Yoongi suddenly feels bad for playing with you’re feelings…but can’t stop himself. Taehyung’s right, you make it too easy. “No, first he looked at your ass.”

“You’re lying.” You swallow, turning red.

Yoongi smiles, suggesting he’s joking. “Thats what you get for insulting my pulp.”

“Asshat.” You grumble, slightly disappointed. You couldn’t help but hope Jimin looked, or at least glanced.

“Cocksleeve.” He gibs back, finishing off his orange juice as you once again lay your head on his shoulder with a smile.

#Champagne & Pools #C&P #JJKxReader #Jeon Jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #fic #collegeAU #BTS #q:chokeonthis

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randomobsessionsofa30something · 5 years ago

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My top 10 ballads sung by kpop groups

Yesterday I saw an article about girl group ballads and I thought I would never pick any of those songs so I decided to make my own top 10 ballads sung by idol groups. I only picked one per group otherwise knowing myself I would pick 8 EXO songs.

H.M. Mamamoo- Paint me. It’s common knowledge Mamamoo has some strong ballads because they have three amazing vocalists and a rapper who can sing. A little over a year ago they released this song and it became my favorite ballad of theirs. The song compares the stages of a relationship with colors.

10. NCT U-Timeless. This song was first released as a SM STATION and later added to NCT 2018’s album Empathy. The song is performed by Doyoung, Taeil and Jaehyun. The composer is Andrew Choi who also wrote SuJu’s Evanesce. The song talks about the mixed feelings after a break up between still loving someone and being unable to say it and yet failing to let it go.

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9. Super Junior- Evanesce. I started going through the hole that is kpop in 2013 so when this song was released almost 5 years ago it became the first SuJu song I obsessed about. I’d watched some of their more recognizable MVs but I wasn’t a fan of them. So in a way this was the song that made me take a second look at Super Junior and Kyuhyun. It remains my favorite SuJu ballad.

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8. BTOB-It's okay. This is the song that gave BTOB their long awaited first number 1. I honestly didn’t know about them until Sungjae appeared in We Got Married and around the same time his episodes with Red Velvet’s Joy started to air this song was released. It’s so catchy and just makes you feel good.

7. SHINee- Selene 6.23. This song was written by famous piano player Yiruma and Jonghyun. I actually totally missed this song since I was not that into kpop when it was released but when I became obsessed with Jonghyun back in 2016 I found this song and absolutely loved it. This has now become an emotional song to listen to after his passing but it’s just a great ballad. It talks about being unable to reach a loved one.

6. BTS feat. Steve Aoki-The truth untold. This is my favourite BTS ballad sung by V, Jin, Jimin and Jungkook. Steve Aoiki and RM among others wrote this one and it’s just such haunting sound. Jimin’s vocals are my favourite part but Jungkook really sings his heart out on this one. The lyrics are also a highlight: the fear of being unable to show your true self because you think it’s not enough.

5. Red Velvet-Time to love. I know there’s a lot of SM in this list and there’s a reason for it. They do tend to have groups with some strong vocals and also they do a lot of ballads as b-sides. The Perfect Velvet is my favourite full album of a girl group. I just really enjoyed all but one (Attaboy). So I knew I needed to add one of the ballads. I first thought of Kingdom Come but settled on Time to love. The Reason? The understated runs. Everyone shows off great vocals in this song but Seulgi and Wendy really pull their weight delievering really pretty runs. The song is about those first few moments of a relationship.

4. 2NE1- Goodbye. This song really portrays the mixed feelings of saying goodbye and it was 2NE1 last comeback. The acoustic guitar and CLs vocals leave a really strong impression.

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3. BIG BANG-LOSER. This is arguably my favourite BIG BANG song. We most likely will never see BIG BANG all together performing it given all the drama that has occured this year. Nevertheless this is a great song and even though it’s pretty simple I adore it. This mid tempo ballad talks about, unsurprisingly, feeling like a loser.

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2. WINNER-FOOL. I’ve been a huge WINNER fan this past couple of years and this song is the reason why. WINNER really do ballads well and I had a hard time between choosing this one and AIR but at the end of the day the chorus of FOOL is just so strong. The song talks about realizing too late that you were the reason why you broke up with someone. Seungyoon has actually confessed the song is about Taehyun leaving WINNER.

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1. EXO-Heaven. If you haven’t heard this song you need to. The lyrics are definitely the cheesiest ones in this list but I love it because it is so sweet and it doesn’t hurt to know Chanyeol wrote them. It’s a mid tempo ballad with a nice beat. At this point EXO has dozens of ballads between solo projects, winter albums and full lenght albums and they are all really good, so it was a struggle to choose only one. Still can’t believe I didn’t pick Sing for you, Universe or Tell me (what is love).

#kpop #mamamoo #super junior #shinee #nct #nct u #sm entertainment #exo #red velvet #bts #jonghyun #jimin #jungkook #steve aoki #btob #chanyeol #WINNER #bigbang #2NE1 #seungyoon #ballad

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yandere-society · 6 years ago

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Hello! Can I please request yandere idol! Jungkook obsessing over his fellow idol?? Tysm!

Love Song

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessives behaviour, shitty writing

Word count: about 3k

-🐯

He was staring at you again. Jungkook knew his staring could be noticed, and that’s why he’d requested for you to be placed somewhere more convenient for him. That way, people would just assume he was looking at the stage, not at you.

Jungkook always loved going to awards. He used to hate it- the cameras following him constantly, watching his reaction for everything. But now, it was the one thing he enjoyed about their comeback. He’d get to see you again, after all.

After not seeing you (in person) for so long, it was understandable that he wanted to make the most of it. While the members often got frustrated when he ignored them in favour of staring at you, Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about was you, his goddess.

When he wasn’t watching you in person, he’d be re-watching your videos. You worked solo, so he could focus his attention solely on you- like it should be. And hopefully, one day, you’d come to focus on him, and him alone, too.

His phone buzzed in his hands, the sound of a notification coming through. Hands fumbling desperately, he unlocked his phone. Jungkook had all alerts but yours on silent, meaning this was about you. It was important. More important than his bandmates who were trying to call him back to practice. He ignored their pleading, clicking on the post, his lips pursed together nervously.

“Jungkook, our break’s over. Come on, what could be so important anywa-” Hoseok tugged at his sleeve, growing silent when Jungkook pushed him away. While the older said nothing, he frowned. Jungkook had been doing this a lot recently, he was worried- they all were. Hoseok knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but be curious. It could be hate messages Jungkook spent all his time staring at, and he wasn’t about to let him do that to himself.

However, when Jungkook caught Hoseok staring at his phone- at a picture of you- he wasn’t too pleased. Hoseok didn’t deserve to know anything about you. He definitely didn’t deserve to see that picture. That picture was a personal favourite of his. It was from your most recent fanmeet- one Jungkook desperately wished he could attend. You were sat, a flower crown on your head and a fond smile on your face. It was beautiful. Jungkook liked to imagine that your smile was directed at him, and the thought made his heart flutter- which is exactly why Hoseok wasn’t allowed to see it.

“Y/n?” The elder of the pair muttered, confused. He’d assumed Jungkook had been reading something negative, but instead, he just saw your face. A sly grin spread across his face, an eyebrow raising at the younger teasingly. “Oh, I see. But why look at those cutesy photos when you could see her fine-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook snapped, “I’ll be back in a minute. Start without me.”

Hoseok scurried away awkwardly, leaving the fuming male alone. He’d just found out that you’d be having a comeback soon, something that should be great news. But, of course, Hoseok had to come and ruin things by making those comments about you.

A few weeks later, the seven members of BTS are seated around a long table, their boss at the end and various other staff filling in the gaps.

They were tired, which was only natural after having finally completed their first set of concerts. It had been hell for Jungkook. Their schedule was too tight to allow enough time for him to catch up on your activity. On top of that, once they had finished up, he was too tired to do anything but rest. Even now, after finally returning to Korea, they were sat in a meeting room to discuss work.

“Your new album has already been released, a major success. Congratulations. Now, it’ll be a while until your next album, especially with the tour. We need something to keep your fans’ attention while you’re away. You’re going to be busy, there might not be enough time for the things we normally do. However, we do have enough time for something slightly different.” The man paused briefly, “I think a collaboration would be beneficial. I’d like you all to think about who you’d like to work with, alright? I’ll give you a week.”

Once the staff had left, the seven men turned to each other, ready to discuss their thoughts.

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, his mouth opening before he had the chance to think about it properly. “Y/n!”

The silence that filled the room was unsettling, which confused Jungkook. He’d thought there’d be more of a reaction. But as he looked around, everyone was avoiding his gaze.

Finally, Namjoon spoke up. “I don’t think that’s such a good choice-”

Jungkook jumped in immediately, “Why not?” What could possibly be a bad choice about you, the goddess of his world. Again, he was met with a heavy silence. So, he pushed again, looking pointedly at the others in the room.

This time, Jimin answered, “She’s…just a bit…you know…”

“Yeah, anyone but her.” Seokjin nodded his head. “Sorry, Kook, she’s just…”

“A slut.” Yoongi finished, shrugging as he explained himself. “That’s what the media says anyway,”

But by now, Jungkook wasn’t listening. He was fuming with anger, his eyes dark and crazed. His hand slammed onto the table, and he stood up, fists clenched in anger. “And you really believe everything the media says?! How fucking dare you, all of you! I can’t believe this.”

Taehyung’s hand patted his shoulder, “Kook, calm down-”

“No!” He pushed the male off him, scoffing. “Really, you’d think after all the media’s said about us, you’d be the least likely to hop on the hate train. Clearly, I was wrong. I didn’t know you thought like that, like them.”

With that, the youngest of the group stormed out, ignoring all of their pleas and shouts. They didn’t deserve to be listened to, not after what they said about you.

Jungkook locked his door, refusing to speak to the members no matter how many times they begged him to come out of his room.

He stared at his phone for a good few hours, hands shaking as he finally clicked on an article about you…and your dating scandal.

There was you, and some worthless bastard, kissing, holding hands, hugging. All the things Jungkook was supposed to do with you. All of the privileges that bastard had stolen from him. Jungkook kept scrolling, the burning anger in him only worsening when he saw similar pictures, but with another rat. Candle-lit dinners, matching outfits, he hated it all.

Jungkook roared in anger, throwing his phone against the wall before immediately rushing to the broken shards, eyes filled with tears as he cried, realising what he’d done. He couldn’t stay updated on you without a phone.

He sat, rocking himself back and forth with cuts in his hands from the glass shards. He’d just destroyed his one link to you, all because he got angry. All because of his stupid jealousy.

No. He wouldn’t have gotten jealous if it weren’t for those bastards taking advantage of you. It was their fault his phone was destroyed. Your company had probably hired them to ruin you, he knew they’d never really liked you. They treated you so horribly. And now, they were even forcing you to date. Didn’t they know you already had Jungkook? He loved you, so much, more than any of those fake boyfriends. Jungkook would do anything for you. All he had to do was get you to see that.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up especially early, leaving the dorm before any of the other members had even woken up. He had important business to do, after all.

“You’ve really decided on someone already?” His boss asked, seemingly surprised. “I thought it would’ve taken you guys a little longer to agree, honestly. So, who is it?”

“Y/n.” He answered, trying his best to remain calm when the man opposite him frowned. “We know about the scandal, and that’s exactly why we think it’s her we want to work with.”

Another frown. “Really? All of you agree on this?” Jungkook nodded, eliciting a sigh. “Alright then. I’ll contact her agency.”

Jungkook didn’t leave his room even after that, for two reasons. Partly, it’s because he’s still angry with the other members. However, also, it’s part of his plan. Jungkook’s known them long enough to know they’ll care more about his health than their work. If he doesn’t come out- even for food- the members won’t even remember the collaboration, so they can’t tell his boss anything other than what he claimed. That, and they’ll all be so guilty about upsetting him, they won’t get angry when he does tell them.

So, a day before you’re supposed to visit, Jungkook finally unlocks his door. Although he has to lean against the wall for support, he manages to make it to the shared lounge of the dorm, where six men are sitting.

Their reaction is instantaneous. Jimin runs towards him, his head hanging in shame and tears in his eyes as he throws his arms around the male, muttering apologies.

“We’re going to work with Y/n, tomorrow.” Jungkook informs the rest, watching carefully as their eyes widen. However, just as he expected, no one protests at all. “I’m sorry, I wanted to prove that the rumours aren’t true. She’s-”

He cuts himself off, clutching at his head with short gasps. Jungkook’s head is spinning, waves of pain shooting through his head. He can barely stand at this point, the exhaustion finally catching up with him. Because of that, he doesn’t have it in him to resist when he’s guided to sit down, plates full of food presented in front of him.

After he’s finished, Namjoon speaks up, “Jungkook, can I suggest something?” The male narrows his eyes, but nods nonetheless. “You know we…aren’t so keen on working with Y/n…so, perhaps it could be just you and her?”

Jungkook chuckles, “What, want to put the blame on me alone?” Namjoon immediately goes to defend himself, but Jungkook cuts him off. “I’m fine with that, don’t worry. It’ll give you guys time to rest.” And me time alone with Y/n…

“We’re not the ones that need to rest,” Taehyung speaks softly, eyes shining with worry, but Jungkook is quick to brush it off, reassuring him.

The next day Jungkook is feeling much better. Admittedly, he’d overestimated his body a little. But it was all worth it. He’d do it over and over again, all for you. He’d do anything for you.

The members were still worried about him, and even tried to make him stay in bed to rest, but he refused. He couldn’t rest when you were coming. Besides, seeing you in person would give him more energy than sleep ever could.

Jungkook’s humming in delight as he stands waiting in the lobby, doing his best to hold back his squealing when he sees your company car arrive. He’s learnt to recognise it over the years. Finally, finally, he’s going to speak to you, to work with you. You’re going to sing with him. He shivers in excitement. A duet, how romantic.

The first thing Jungkook notices when you walk in is how tired you appear; it breaks his heart to see you like that. Still, you muster up a smile for him, greeting politely.

Once greetings are done with, he leads you to a recording studio. He can tell there’s something you want to ask about, and, well, he has a pretty good idea of what it is. But he’s not about to bring it up. Jungkook doesn’t exactly what to talk about his bandmates with the love of his life. He’d much prefer if you just focused on him, like he focuses solely on you.

“I produce from time to time, but I’m not as good as you…so I hope you can teach me a few things,” Jungkook speaks, pulling a chair from under the desk for you, and then finding one for himself.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” You smile at him, and Jungkook swears his heart skipped a beat. To see such beauty in person is astounding, really, he can barely believe he’s got this far. And, damn, was your voice beautiful. The best thing he’s ever heard, for certain. “So, do you have any ideas?”

Jungkook nods, suddenly feeling shy. It’s no surprise, really. Even he gets nervous around such stunning beauty. “A love song. You have a beautiful voice, Y/n, I think it would go nicely,”

He blinks at you innocently, his gorgeous gaze scanning your face, searching for some kind of reaction. You can’t tell him that you don’t want to, that it’d be uncomfortable. You have to be polite, you remind yourself. You’re in the middle of a dating scandal- a love song wouldn’t be good.

Jungkook had noticed your awkward shuffling the second he mentioned love songs. He’d expected that- it was why he suggested it in the first place. To get you to open up about the scandal, about what really happened, he’d have to make you squirm.

“Is there a problem, Y/n?” He pushed, smiling at you once again.

You bit your lip, a sight that had Jungkook’s eyes hooked on your lips. “It’s just…” You sighed, leaving your sentence unfinished. Looks like Jungkook would have to try harder to dig up the truth.

“Y/n,” He hummed, “Tell me what’s bothering you, yeah? I’m not going to tell anyone, I promise,”

You smiled bitterly, “The other members didn’t come…it’s because they don’t like me, right? They know, don’t they?”

His silence was killing you. You glanced up nervously, to find Jungkook glaring down at you. You gulped, about to say something else when he began to laugh. Not a laugh, laughing would be comforting. The sound that came out Jungkook’s mouth was anything but comforting. It was utterly terrifying. However, what was worse than his laugh, was when it abruptly stopped.

“Why are you talking about them when I’m right here?” He growled out, a smile still on his face. Even his smile made you shiver. Jungkook’s hand shot out, gripping onto your chin. “You know, while we’re alone, I have some questions.”

Your breathing quickened, eyes wide with fear. You had to leave. Carefully. Somehow, you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, standing up with an awkward laugh. “I’ll answer all of your questions when I get back. I think we should ask someone for advice on the song-”

Jungkook’s hands slammed you against the wall, caging you in. “There you go again, talking about other people. Y/n, can’t you see? You don’t need them. Not any of them. You only need me. Understand?”

“What are you saying?!” You shriek, fear coursing through your body. He’s insane. He’s actually insane. He had to be joking, right? This is some sick joke, right? In a second, he’s going to step away, and tell you it was all a joke, right? Right?

“What I’ve wanted to say for a long time now, babe.” He sighed, his face nearing yours. “Now, this scandal…tell me, is it true? Did you really think you could do that to me? Did you really think I wouldn’t know?” When you don’t answer, he slams his hand, barely missing your face, and you flinch in terror. You should’ve never accepted their collaboration offer.

“It’s true. All of it.” You whisper, eyes closed tightly, a weak attempt to comfort yourself.

“I see. Now, sweetheart, you’ve just admitted to doing something wrong, haven’t you? You know what you have to do when you do something wrong. Apologize to me. Tell me you’re sorry for betraying me.”

Tears are streaming down your face now, sobs racking through your body as the words stumble out. “I-I’m s-sorry, Jungkook…”

“Again.” He demands, and you do, trying your best to do as he wishes. You’re too scared to do anything else. Finally, he stops you, smiling down at you adoringly. “Now, I’m going to ask you two more questions, and you have to give me the right answer, understand?” You nod shakily. “Say it, Y/n.”

“I understand!”

“Well done. Now, question one: you aren’t going to betray me like this again, are you? Answer correctly.”

More tears escape your eyes, “No, Jungkook.”

He hums, pleased, “You should say my name more often, it sounds so good from those lips. I’ll forgive you for betraying me, since you’ve apologised. I know your company made you do it in the first place, but you should’ve refused anyway. I would’ve helped you. Now, question two: will you keep working on this song with me?”

You shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes as you whisper your answer, “No, I can’t. I don’t want to.”

Jungkook’s smile twitches as he leans forwards, his cheek brushing against yours as he whispers, “This is your last warning. Answer me properly, sweetheart. I don’t normally give second chances, but just for you…Will you keep working with me?”

Choking back tears, you nod, sealing your fate with the crazed idol. A love song, huh? What a perfect way to start a relationship.

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I really don’t like her

4.8K wowowow pretty good for the first post if I do say so myself ;)

Genre: Angst with a hint of fluff, Idol!Au

Summary: Yunhee has been BTS’s best friend since they debuted in 2013. 3 years later and stronger friendships than ever, she debuted with her own group as well and is now battling the stress of work, life, and her so called feelings for her best friend Jung Hoseok, also known as BTS very own J-hope. Let’s also mention that she is super naive and does not understand what the fu** love is until a certain girl from J-hope's past comes back.

Really IMPORTANT author’s note and warnings: A lot of “oppa” usage (though it’s meant to highlight Yunhee’s young personality), these are MC instead of Y/N because I’m planning to make a whole series and having names for the girl characters help me keep track so please understand :), might be some confusion in the beginning but it will all makes sense in the end ( think of it like the Reply 1988 korean drama ish), for those who have kept on reading till here, thank you so much and as the great Jungkook said multiple times, “LET’S GET IT”

Inspired by IU “ I really don’t like her” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4fAY-zesnQ

Month December, Year 2016 ~

Hip hop music pounded vibrantly from the practice room as J-hope, Jimin and Yunhee moved effortlessly along the beat of the bass; J-hope with his powerful consistency, Jimin gliding as graceful as an ice skater and Yunhee with her young yet strong charisma looking back at her in the mirror. They occasionally danced together every now and then when they weren’t busy rehearsing or producing new songs. It had been a while though as BTS was rising in fame internationally and Yunhee had just debuted this year from a girl group survival show so schedules were always packed.

“ girl let me know, girl let me know, although I know already everything is over” ~

The once upbeat music suddenly turned solemn and sad as J-Hope ran over to pick his phone up. Jimin turning seductively did a little body wave at the 19 year old girl who laughed, lightly pushed him back.

“ Yoboseyo...Nari-ah?”

Yunhee looked over at J-hope’s shocked face that was blended with confusion as his eyes started glazing, her being so close to him she recognized that as a hint of hurt in those pretty brown orbs. Not less than a millisecond, he blinked and his face now hardened to an expression Yunhee had never seen.

“ No, I’m not busy today…okay, we can go there...yeah just like old times.”

Jimin with eyes wide, scoffed and whispered to Yunhee, “ How likely of him to leave us for Nari noona. After what she did to him, I can’t believe he is agreeing to see her.”

“ Nari?” Yunhee wondered for a second knowing the name sounded familiar but no face appeared in her memory.

“ Nari, remember the one that broke up with Hope hyung for another man. He was so sad about it, he spent days dancing in the practice room trying to distract himself with Dynamic Duo songs.”

“ I can hear you, you know?” J-hope smiled slightly at the younger two who stifled with shock and a little fear of being caught eavesdropping. He then grabbed his jacket and looked over at them with his dimpled smile, “Sorry guys, I’m going to go now. It was nice practice, let’s do it again when we’re all free.”

“ Oppa,” Yunhee spoke up hesitantly as she walked towards him, “ where are you going? Are you going to be okay?”

Some people may have snickered at Yunhee for her bluntness but that was how she was, she had a tendency to say things straight up not on the basis of being rude but more on curiosity and child-like innocence.

J-hope leaned over ruffling her hair, “ I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll text you when I get back.” He opened the door and walked out leaving the two youngsters alone, both of their expressions filled with concern at the thought of their friend seeing someone who had hurt him so badly.

Later that day ~

Yunhee sat down on the couch with a sigh as she stared out the window of BTS’s dorm. It was getting quite late already, 10:07 PM to be exact and J-hope wasn’t home yet. All of them had schedules in the morning and for both of them to not be at their respective dorms could cause quite some trouble for themselves. She, however, was more worried about her best friend. For the past 3 years of knowing him, she could positively say she knew everything about him and vice versa. She knew the basic things such as his favorite songs and food, how he liked his coffee, and could most likely predict his outfit choice for the day. She also knew the deeper things such as his struggles in making what he considered “perfect” music and the pressure that falls heavily on him if a dance performance was not performed well not only by him but all the members too. However, one thing that seemed to be guarded was his love life. He never spoke about it to her and she had even considered the possibility of him never having a girlfriend as he would have been too busy trying to debut. One rare occasion changed her mind though as Yunhee resurfaced it from her memory.

Month September, Year 2013 ~

It was about 3 years ago when the boys were filming Rookie King and Yunhee was still in high school, their friendship was only 3 months in yet it was possibly the strongest and most friendships Yunhee had ever had. The boys treated her well, most of them seeing her as a little sister with few exceptions here and there specifically, the maknae line who also saw her as a fellow prankster whom they loved to tease.

Humid air filled the warm autumn night as Yunhee walked to their small dorms bringing them dinner; the menu of the night being warm white rice and meat with fresh kimchi to top it off. The boys had just finished filming and she knew they did not have time and money to have a hearty meal so on some days, she would cook more amounts of her dinner to bring to them. Expecting to see 7 pairs of eyes as she opened the dorm’s door, she was surprised to only see 5. The 5 rushed over to her with grins as the scent of home-cooked foods filled their nostrils while she handed them over their dinner smiling at their silliness.

“ Where’s Hoseok oppa and Yoongi oppa?” Yunhee peered around at the tight kitchen. Namjoon engulfing his mouth with his favorite food looking as cute as a hamster, tilted his head at J-hope’s door

Giggling, she walked to the pointed direction opening the door, “ Oppas, I brought dinne-.” She froze as J-hope looked up at her with his swollen teary eyes having Suga next to him with a hand on his shoulder, a sign of comfort. She quickly bowed apologizing and turned to walk out but the sweet voice of J-hope called her name letting her know it was okay to stay. As the young girl turned around, Suga stood up and excused himself out as he gave her a small smile leaving the two of them to stand in still silence, the air conditioning buzzing loudly like it was a full on blizzard.

“Hoseok oppa,” Yunhee spoke up gently as she walked towards him, engulfing him in the most loving hug she had ever given to someone. She didn’t know why she did it or if it was the right thing to do, but her grandmother had always told her that touch was the best form of communication to comfort someone when you didn’t know what was going on. Maybe her grandmother was right as J-hope hugged her back leaning his head on her shoulders. For some reason, this pained Yunhee even more than that time she twisted her ankle and thought she could never dance again. Her oppa was always calm every time she had seen him, yes she knew about his energetic bright side as his fans loved him for and he did have some of those traits in his daily life as well, but sometimes he was quite mellow and serious. Both sides of him Yunhee had loved but this new side of him, the hurt sadness tore at her heart the longer the seconds passed.

Eventually, J-hope let her go but still leaned over to stroked her black hair as he explained the reasons for his tears. Apparently, they had to sing some songs and talked about their past love on the new episode of Rookie King which was not a big deal for the boys except, J-hope had perhaps reminiscent a little too much of his feelings while singing Dynamic Duo “ Solo” leading him to fall into a abyss of what had happened with his past love.

Yunhee now sitting next to him leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder as she listened closely with understanding. The latter had never experienced this so-called heartbreak before but her love of melodramatic movies indicated to her it was painful and possibly the worst thing to experience. With that, she made a conclusion to stay with J-hope that night even though he had protested tremendously worried about her grandmother’s approval. The young girl brushed it off, a hint of her young rebellion showed through her grin and that night, they fell asleep facing each other, J-hope with his wounded heart and Yunhee with the thought to protect J-hope from this girl. In her dreams and reality, she engraved in her own heart that although she has never met this girl, she already didn’t like her.

Present 2016 ~

A rustling of keys snapped Yunhee from her memories as she peered over seeing a tired J-hope walk in slowly until he paused and noticed her.

“ Yunhee? What are you doing here? It’s so late, don’t you have a schedule tomorrow?”

She didn’t know what to say, yes she was worried about him but she worried about the other boys too when they came home late, however, not to this extent. This time it felt like her worries were not only about him coming home late, but Nari, their relationship, what she meant to him and everything in between. Her head started hurting at this new frustration occurring but she ignored it to answer his question, “ Yes, but I was worried. I remember you talked about N-nari ( the name being hard for Yunhee to say) and I… I just wondered when you would be back?” Ending her statement as a question was not the move, she thought groaning at herself, the headache now being a bigger problem than before.

J-hope smiled gently at Yunhee for her kindness, even at a young age, she always looked out for everyone and made sure BTS were always doing well as individuals and a whole. That is why he felt he had to owe her an explanation of what happened today, positive that the young girl would understand him.

“ Yunhee-ah,” he walked over to sit on the sofa and held her soft hands noticing a slight tremble, “ Are you cold?...No? Okay well I have to tell you something okay?” She looked up at him with her big round eyes and furrowed brows wondering if staying late was a bad idea after all. A moment passed before she nodded, afraid to hear, but as the saying goes curiosity does kill the cat.

“ Nari called me to meet up today because her dad passed away and their family was left with a lot of debt...she is still in college and her mother works at part-time job so they don’t have much money to pay it off and she knows I am the only person who could help her pay off the debt until she gets a job.”

“ So she is using you to pay off her debt?” Yunhee bluntly said with a sour expression.

“ No, didn’t you hear me? She is paying me back after the debt. It’s not like she only wants to reconnect for money, she knew me before any of you did.”

The young girl looked at him aghast and hurt at the fact he would even say that. He had never scowled her before no matter how many times she teased or pranked him with the maknae line, yet one girl from his past, the one that left him so coldy could make him turn against her in an instant.

J-hope seemed to notice her upsetness and started to feel guilty himself, “Yunhee-ah, you know this is just a nice thing I am doing for a friend. You are so kind-hearted yourself, you should understand this.”

The latter hearing those words directed at her ,as if she was a little child, stood up and looked at him. “ I do understand. You’re looking out for a friend and that is completely fine, it’s your life...wouldn’t want to get in the way of you and your long-time friend.”

“ Yunhee, you’re also my frie-.” “ I think I should go back to my dorm.” Yunhee hated herself for being so petty but at this moment, she was hurt, confused, and worried so with all those negative feelings, it unleashed an immaturity from her. “ I’m going to call my manager to take me home so don’t worry about it oppa.” Smiling slightly at him, she leaned over and gave a quick hug to prove to J-hope she was okay even though she really wasn’t.

Later that night, Yunhee laid on her bed holding the angel necklace J-hope had given her on her birthday. Feeling the little jewels bump against her fingertip, the girl sighed and sat up to grab her notebook. Emotions were something Suga told her to express through music if it hurts too much to say and at this point, she was feeling that as the early bothersome headache had now traveled down and created the worst heartache she had ever experienced.

Next week ~

Laughters and chit chats can be heard from Big Hit’s break room where the staffs and idols come to hang out, eat, or discuss different things like the new scandal that is occurring on the news, what concept would be best for BTS’s new comeback, Yunhee’s new rising fame in choreography to what foods taste best with soju and if Namjoon really lost his 3rd AirPod of the week.

“ I’m telling you, I remember I put it on the shelf before we left to perform and when I came back, it was gone.” The leader said exhaustingly, how he can lose so many things beats him but at this point, he was getting tired, the new AirPods just came out and for him to lose it 3 times already was causing him to worry about his mental state.

The rest of the members and Yunhee laughed and shook their heads knowing quite well this would not be the last time RM misplaced his AirPods.

“ Hyung, it must be a ghost ooooooo.” Jimin said trying to scare RM with the thought of paranormal activities happening in BTS’s very own dorm.

“ Ah, don’t say that. It scares me.” V pouted cutely knowing he was also sharing rooms with RM and any ghosts that mess with the tall man would have messed with him as well.

Yunhee gave the sulking V a pat on the back, “ It’s okay Tae tae, ghosts don’t exist.” Though whether she was trying to convince him or herself, she was unsure.

“ Namjoon, you’re really lucky we’ve been making more money. How can you afford to spend so much on your lost things?” Suga snickered.

“ I told you it wasn’t-” RM paused noticing a lack of reaction from the otherwise talkative member, J-hope who did not hear a single word of what was going on, his face glued straight at his phone screen. “ Yo Hope, I know we see each other everyday but you’ve been nonstop on your phone this week. Yunhee’s here too so at least act like you are in this conversation with us.”

J-hope looked up at everyone who were now staring at him. “ What? Sorry guys, Nari just got out of class right now and was telling me about it. It’s so interesting seeing how people go to college and live their lives being just...normal.” He smiles, not aware of the maknae line rolling their eyes at him.

“ Nari Nari Nari that’s all he talks about nowadays.” V whispered to Yunhee as the latter increasingly grew more insecure. Is that what oppa likes about her? The girl thought to herself. That Nari was normal compared to their everyday idol lives, that she went to school with her friends or maybe had a cute part-time job as a barista and on some days, walked freely around without hiding and lived her life, that she was like new fresh air compared to the tight suffocating industry they worked in?

“ Yah Hoseok, tell me the truth.” Jin now spoke up a bit annoyed by the dancer’s distraction as well. “Do you like her? You talked about her a lot and we know you two had history.”

The previous loud chatters were now replaced with complete quietness and tension as if one little shake could disrupt the whole place as everyone waited for his response.

“ No, it’s not like that,” J-hope reassured them, “I’m over her, like you said what we had was history. Past. Done. I mean she was in my previous dance team so we’ve been sharing a lot of ideas and tips for choreography but it’s the best thing for BTS right now, a new outside perspective on our performance. If anything does occur with us, I’ll let you guys know. Like RM telling us about Luna, I’ll let you guys know okay?”

Some nodded while others mumbled in agreement, still not convinced this was just two friends catching up but it was better to hear from J-hope than nothing at all. One member, though noticed Yunhee’s down look frown so being the good older brother he was, decided to step up. “Yunhee-ah, do you want to go with me to my genius lab? There’s a new song I’ve been working on and I like to see your outside perspective on things.” Suga said smugly jabbing at J-hope’s reference to Nari’s outside perspective earlier.

30 minutes later ~

“ So then, I left because I didn’t want him to tell me anymore about him and his ex girlfriend. Do I want to know more now? Yes. Should I ask though? No.” Yunhee said while walking around crossed armed in the small yet beautifully designed studio.

The pale man sitting down now thinking for a minute before choosing his next words, “Why shouldn’t you ask? Yes, she had been in his life for a while but she left. If you think about it, you and her share the same amount of years knowing him.”

“...because it’s intrusive...and I’m afraid to know what he’ll say.” Remembering how he scowled her last week about Nari knowing him for a long time before any of them did throbbed at her heart, it wouldn’t have been the first time though as his words were repeated in her mind every night she laid awake since. “ They’ve known each other before he debuted and she’s from the outside world...she’s different. Plus she’s a dancer from his old dance team! She could possibly be the best dancer there is...” Sulking even more now, Yunhee sat down on the sleek couch. It had been a while since this so-called low self esteem appeared in her life especially since after debut, she was praised a lot for her strong dance skills and cheery charm but now it felt like none of that mattered in comparison to Nari.

“ Yunhee, I know Hoseok. Yes he might be enjoying time with Nari now but she’s not the one for him. Whether she is a good or bad person, it just doesn't seem right seeing them together. Hoseok deserves more…. but before you ask Hoseok about his true feelings, you should ask yourself that as well.”

Looking at him wide eyed, she repetitively shook her head. “ Oppa! I have no idea what you are talking about, I am just a concerned friend.”

“ So you’re telling me, your-” he stopped looking at the clock, “ 25 minute rant and pile of insecurity lining up in my studio was just because you were a concerned friend? Okay then.”

Yunhee glared at him before proceeding to stick her tongue out. “ Yoongi oppa, didn’t you have a song you want to show me?” “ No, I just brought you here cause I knew you needed to talk. Besides I don’t need an outside perspective on my new song.” The 22 year old boy smirked.

“ Okay, Agu S T D. I need help on this new song I’ve been working on though. I got the verses and bridge part first weirdly enough but I’ve been trying to make a chorus that really sums up everything. It’s going to be in the majority of the song so it has to be good. Please help me out.” Yunhee asked cutely and handed over to him the notebook she had kept in her bag as he flipped to the bookmarked section.

Is she still so great?

Does your heart drop just by a single phone call?...

Why is she calling you when she coldly left you?

It’s frustrating to see you pick up the call too

As I see you go through this, I still stick by you

For that, I’m the bigger fool

I’m the bigger fool for waiting for you

Suga after reading the song lyrics looked up staring intensely at the waiting girl who was also meeting his gaze , “ Oppa? How is it? Do you like it?...Ow!” Her blue notebook tapped lightly against her head by Suga’s hands.“ Yah, what kind of concerned friend writes like that? If I wrote something like this for Taehyung when he is being weird, people would ship us more than Sope….but it is a good song. I can work on the composing with you tomorrow if you can get the chorus done tonight. You’re at the right place, you just need to look further than the song and think thoroughly about what you want to convey.”

The younger smiled brightly and thanked him with a cheeky air kiss leaving the elder to blush and look away constantly shocked by her outgoingness.

Ah Yunhee, Suga sighed, why can’t you see your own feelings too? Why can’t you understand the one that deserves Hoseok is you?

The next day ~

A bright energetic Yunhee bounced on her way to BTS’s studio floor holding her finished lyrics in one hand and an iced green tea in the other. She spent the whole day yesterday thinking about Suga’s words and was finally able to finish the chorus, ignoring the little voice in her mind though about her feelings toward J-hope. She did not want it to ruin her day and after finishing her first full song, she was eager to see it come to life. As RM once told her, “ Better make use of your emotions because it can turn into something beautiful.” She was doing exactly that as she basically jumped out the elevator and headed towards the passcode studio.

A certain doe-eyed boy though stopped her track. “Noona? What are you doing here?”.

“Oh Kookie, hi! I’m going to Yoongi oppa’s, he’s been helping me write a song and I’m soooo excited!” The maknae now looked at her more wide eyed than before with a hint of nervousness as he shuffled around, “ Ah r-really? Okay, well just letting you know... Nari noona is here with Hope hyung.”

“ What?” Yunhee’s blood ran cold like the iced green tea that was condensing in her hand, “Why?” “ He wanted to show her around a bit, they were dancing together in the practice room and..yeah.”

Dancing in the practice room...that was something we did, Yunhee thought miserably. “ B-but it’s our practice room, no one can just go in… it’s fine. Thanks for letting me know Kook. I’m going to go to Yoongi oppa now.” She then proceeded to walk past the worried maknae ignoring the tears welling up as he stared after her, him hoping there was a way Nari would be gone and everything would go back to normal.

Knock Knock...Beep!

The passcode unlocked as Yunhee walked inside quietly setting her things aside. “ Yun yun, did you fi- hey why are you crying?” “ Oppa,” Yunhee broke, running to hug the older male with tears rushing down, “ He’s with her here. They’re dancing together and I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to cry but my heart hurts so much, why does it hurt so much?”

Yoongi cradled Yunhee in his arms, heart aching at the fact that the girl who was always there for them, the bubbly strong girl who never wanted to see anyone hurt was breaking down herself. “Oppa, is she going to replace me?” Suga froze then quickly pulled her back by the shoulder peering directly into her eyes, “ No Yunhee. No one is ever going to replace you, you’re our sister and no one in this entire world can make you go away… It’s going to be okay, I’ll have a talk with Hope but for now stay here and rest a little.” “... no, please I want to finish the song.”

Suga looked at Yunhee who was now standing up to get ready to sing the final touches. They’ve been working for an hour now arranging things together much to his concern but Yunhee had always been the type to get up quickly or in this case, determined to finish what she started.

Yunhee took in a deep breath, this was it. That last verse and then it would be sent to BangPD to see if he liked it or not. She honestly didn’t know if she wanted it to be sent though, the whole song being a little too close to home and personal for it to be her first released one, but some part of her was even more worried what Hoseok would think once he sees it. Would he know it was about him? Would he know her...feelings? Ugh, yes leave it to Yoongi and his damn Pisces energy to make her realize it, but she did in some ways care about Hoseok...more than a concerned friend.

No, she definitely cared about him way more than that. She felt happy when he was happy, she was sad when he was sad. Everything he felt, she took it upon herself to feel twice as much. If there was something on her mind, she would rush to him in less than a heartbeat and he was always the one she wanted to impress out of everybody.

I like him...I like him a lot, Yunhee thought. He helped her become a better person everyday from his caringness and he was the one person who she would give up her dancing for even though her skills were her biggest pride. Yunhee chuckled lightly. Once emotions were opened they really opened the whole way, but now she has to focus and sing. Yoongi has been looking at her weirdly for a while now anyways, so closing her eyes and gathering all her new found emotions, all of the memories she shared with J-hope and the 11:11 wishes she prayed for him, started to use her ethereal vocals and sing the pitiful song.

How much did you like her to be like this?

How much did you love her to be like this?

What was so great about her?

Why are you like this?

How much did you like her to be like this?

How much did you love her to be like this?

How can you make me be in pain?

I’ve never met her but I really don’t like her

Yunhee let out a sigh due to all the pain and ache she had felt released in this song, it was like a part of her was free now. No matter what happens to Hoseok and her, she would trust in fate to do the bidding, as long as she was content and free she was going to be okay. Who knew fate would hear her that very moment though.

Opening her eyes, she glanced up and went stone rigid as the first pair of eyes she met were the most beautiful ones belonging to the recipient of this song itself, Jung Hoseok. And just her luck, standing behind him was also the muse, a small brown hair girl who could only be named as Nari.

Guess this time Yunhee will really have to meet her and see if she likes her or not. Just great.

Part 2 https://moonliney.tumblr.com/post/619869275003453440/35k-of-pure-love-genre-fluffier-this-time

Aaaaand that’s a wrap people! Omg, maybe I should have put a warning that this would be really bad ahshshjsnahkgkfkfk but thanks for reading! feel free to leave comments or ask questions I’m open to answer anything :) quarantine got me being sooo lonely...bye!

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