#she’s still friendly w him but bitter n petty

[boarwinds]

Pre-professor au

Pre-professor au

I’m too lazy to type out the au so here’s the edited version from my rambling to a friend

[kpophubb]

Hey, love your work <3

Let’s get straight to the point, what would enha react to y/n being in a large Co-ed Group that only y/n remains the only female? Group members being a bit touchy in a normal way? How would they react & or take it when your dating enha but y/n is being shipped with the group members?

❥ єинуρєи яєα¢тιиg тσ тнєιя ѕ/σ вєιиg тнє σиℓу fємαℓє ιи α ℓαяgє ¢σ-є∂ gяσυρ ➶︎

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At first heeseung finds it really fascinating that you’re the only female lead singer in a co-ed group. He’d be so proud of you and cheer you on and wouldn’t think much about you being surrounded by a bunch of males all the time. However, when they’re being touchy with you, even if it’s in a casual way, he’d be slightly bothered by it.

Hee is not a petty person at all, so he will think about it a lot and try to brush it off, reminding himself that he’s over reacting. But, when it goes to the level of shipping and he sees fans romanticising contact between you and your member and editing lovey dovey tiktoks he’d be deeply bothered.

And what does he do? Since he doesn’t wanna create distance between you and your member and make things bitter by saying something to your member, he’s gonna straight up post a picture of you and him holding eachother in a romantic way on twt.

He’s quite daring and knows your relationship would have to be out sooner or later. Will write sth on the caption like “my girl, I love you” putting extra emphasis on the word “my” to let the whole world know you belong to him. This way, the shipping can cease without any drama and your members would stop being clingy with you getting the hint.

Heeseung will obsessively scroll through fan comments on your post and only find satisfaction when he sees lovely comments about you two being a couple. Will run upto a clueless you and brag about how “see? Everyone thinks we look perfect together 😏😌” from overwhelming pride and happiness.

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Jay is a protective person (not in a toxic way) and doesn’t like his girl being touched by any other males other than him. Ofc friendly hugs and nudges are okay, but still, if it gets too much he’s evidently affected by it. Upset, troubled and not having it.

Will tell you very very nicely to not engage in much physical contact w your members by saying something like “baby I don’t think you and m/n shouldn’t cling so much or else you know people will get the wrong idea :) “. He’s the mature type, so won’t make a big fuss about it.

However, when things get worse and the shipping starts, oh boy, he’s mad. Not at you, but at the whole situation. It’s now that he will go upto the member and you and tell him directly to stay away from you. “She’s mine so you should stop being so clingy with her.” He’d glare at him possessively, passing on his silent threat and protectively wrap his arms around your waist and walk you out of the room.

You’ll need to give a bit of reassurance to him later on to melt his bad mood! He’s not someone who would want your relationship to be disclosed as it might cause problems for your careers but would appreciate it sm if you took the time and cleared it to the fans that you and that specific member are nothing more than just friends.

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Jake is a calm and chill person, and we all know it. Which means he won’t think much about you and your members being touchy, especially cause it’s in a friendly way and he knows it. He’s talked to your members once or twice and they all seem really nice so being bothered by it isn’t even a thought in his mind.

Initially, when the shipping starts, though he furrows his brows at the couply posts and zoomed in angles of you and your member, he doesn’t show it much on the outside. He’s displeased by the whole thing- the way fans swoon over you and your member even looking at eachother and edit romantic shorts and all. He scrolls through the comments of fans and feels really upset when he sees how they think you and the member are seemingly “the best for eachother.”

Even though he’s not an overprotective person or on the jealous side, he still won’t approve of his girl that he loves sm being shipped with someone else. It will take a long time for him to react and make a move on this, but he will eventually. Will be very thoughtful about it and won’t do anything that might make you mad at him, so he won’t even tell you anything. Or even discuss about it.

After some time when he’s DONE with the shipping posts finally, he will straight up comment on your post, making it clear to everyone that you’re jake’s girl. “Damn baby, you’re so beautiful *heart eyes*” he will leave something like that under your post for the whole world to see and be sure of your relationship.

You’re gonna need to give him a lot of extra love and care after this. It’s only then after his comment that you realize that he was hurt about the situation at one point. He doesn’t wanna be dramatic and is good at hiding his feelings, so you were oblivious the whole time. You have to tell him some more than usual “I love yous” and bask him in kisses to make him feel happy happy jakey again! Ofc, baby puppy will be on cloud 9 if you reply to the comment with hearts and post a picture of him as your boyfriend on your social media. <3 the one who will become 20x more loving with you and cling to you after this incident.

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Sunghoon is the one who’s evidently annoyed with it. From watching sunghoon with Jake, it’s clear that he’s a jealous and possessive person (in a good way) and his jealousy is evident from his expressions. He tries to hide his displeasure but he’s so bad at acting, that you soon catch up when he’s disturbed by it.

Since the first, he’s low-key concerned about you being the only female in a male group. He’s watched them being casually touchy with you and oh boy, he’s worried about it. What if they fall for you? And what if fans start shipping you? From his own experience of being an mc with a female idol, he knows how worse the shipping can get.

So when he does see the shipping posts and your member actually being WAY MORE clingy with you after the viral shipping on tiktok, sunghoon doesn’t ignore those posts, but instead goes through all the comments that further degrade his mood. He even reports some comments out of annoyance, and even makes a fan account of his own to counter argue the allegations lol.

And ofcourse, the way he acts weird with you and avoids eye contact with you the whole period, you know that he’s upset about the drama and not you. Will frown upon seeing your members and possessively drag you out by tightly gripping your wrists from the room when he comes to meet you. And his whole behaviour does pass the silent news to your members that your boyfriend isn’t buying it.

He only calms down when you come live and announce that you and your member are not dating and won’t date as well. That’s when the shipping edits die down and you start keeping physical distance with the guys. Please, I also feel like sunghoon will comment with his fan account under those posts “I think y/n looks better with enhypen sunghoon. He’s more handsome and they look perfect together.”. And hoon will definitely come running to you and give you one big hug when the irritating (to him) situation finally dissolves and you are his in peace! <3!

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The one who takes the whole thing very lightly. He knows how exaggerating fans can be and he really trusts you so it doesn’t bother him. All this come with the package of being an idol, and he’s okay with it cause he knows how much he loves you and you love him just the same.

He takes your skinship with your members casually and ignores all the shipping posts, careful not to spoil his own mood by the baseless shipping. He thinks it’s childish to get mad over something that’s not true, and y’all have such a loving relationship, he thinks even making a fuss about this is futile.

But, when he sees your member getting clingy with you INFRONT OF HIM, like he was literally sitting with you while your member came and pulled you by your hand to take you to the director’s room. It was flirty and he didn’t like how casually he took touching you. That’s when he knows he gotta do something about it.

Since our sunoo is a very peaceful ball of sunshine, he talks to the guy nicely and tells him not to touch you so much because your boyfriend, aka him, doesn’t approve of this whole thing. He said it with a smile, but he seemed so serious, the whole mood was so heavy you could feel it in the air. He also tells you to be careful about not to feed these delusional fans by being too lovey with your group. But all’s well bc this baby forgets about it very soon and melts in your arms the moment you guys go on a romantic date the next day! :) <3

Sunoo is a very calm and happy go lucky person so I don’t see him as reacting that much!

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Now jungwon himself admitted that he’s a very jealous person and from his scary leader mode sometimes and how the whole room goes quiet and the boys obey him immediately, I just know that he gets mad mad when he’s displeased and is a protective person, esp of his girlfriend. (But in all honesty, he looks so hot to me when he’s like that shenxhdndhdj anyway)

Fans don’t even have to ship you and your member together to instigate jungwon, just seeing you and your group being touchy is enough to make him feel super agitated. Obviously he appreciates you having a loving bond with your group, however, he doesn’t like it when you’re being clingy with them or vice versa.

You know the kind of cold murderous glare that’s enough to threaten someone and send shivers down your spine? That’s the way he eyes your members when they touch you infront of him. Aka a warning: stay.tf.away.from.MY.girl

He’s usually not someone who’s into pda or being lovey dovey with you in public, but after this whole thing, he becomes touchy with you infront of your group especially. Like wraps his arms around your waist, holds your hand and what not. And you know the best part? When he actually does see all those shipping controversies and senses one member actually liking you, jungwon will directly kiss you infront of the member superrrrrrrrr romantically, passing his ownership over you in clear fonts to the other guy. He is normally too shy to do this, but now, he’s too mad to care. You’re his and his alone, and they should be clear about it.

Since he’s the leader of the group and knows the hassle of a relationship being exposed, he won’t drag your relationship out in the spotlight just because of this. The least he will do is ask your manager to diminish the rumours about you and your member dating and IF HE EVER gets a chance to expose your dating status one day, he won’t waste a single second to post a picture of you and jungwon with eachother and let the whole world know who you belonged to all this time. It doesn’t matter when he gets the chance, even if it’s years from now, he will still hold this mission and reveal it one day haha. Because come on, he was pissed when people wrote supportive and delulu comments under the post of you and that other guy dating.

You will ofcourse need to cool him down with ice cream bribe lmao. But I tell you, he will become extra clingy and romantic with you after this. And yes, be more verbal and let you know every now and then how much he loves you and you alone and wants you to love him and him alone. :( <3

➶︎ иι кι-

Okay so ni ki is quite mature for his age but at the end of the day, he’s just a 16 year old baby so it’s obvious that if his girlfriend is rumoured to be dating someone else and nasty media is involved, he will grow insecure and be unhappy about it.

He’s sad to mad and everything in between. But more, on the sad side :(. He doesn’t mind that much about the skinship you initiate with other members AT FIRST but soon he overthinks about it and doesn’t like it. Lectures you to stay away from them physically as it might create rumours.

And when the rumours and shipping do start, he’s even more disturbed and feeling low. He becomes so sulky & pouty, you immediately understand what’s going on. You gotta give him more love and affection to make him feel better again. And ofc, tight hugs. He doesn’t expect to be dramatic and be a ruling bf or sth so he doesn’t express his disappointment much, but you do realize it anyway. Will be super happy if you especially give him kisses and hugs infront of your group so they can be reminded that you love him only.

Literally your baby who will bury his face in your chest as you wrap your hands around his neck about how bad he felt reading all those cheesy comments..:(( he’s so bothered by it that you do take the time to post and clear the misunderstanding of your member and you dating with your fans. It’s then that ni ki is relived. Will scroll through your fan comments and finally rest in peace when the hype has vanished. Phew.

Ni ki won’t say anything to your member/members if it’s just a pointless fan made drama. HOWEVER, if that guy ACTUALLY LIKES YOU and touches you from feelings, he won’t resist himself from being petty. Istg, he will even give them disturbed looks and show you off to them all the time to POINT IT TO THEM you’re not their girl, but his girl. Finds a lot of satisfaction when you play along innocently and become this hot topic couple in your company hehe.

Anyway, you do need to buy him a lot of food and promise him more dates and quality time after this incident. To make up for how bad and vexed he felt and remind him that in your world and heart, it’s only nishimura riki’s existence! <3

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❥тнαик уσυ @nyx-hera fσя ℓσνιиg му ρσѕтѕ! ι нσρє уσυ єиʝσує∂ ^~^ αи∂ ∂σи'т fσяgєт тσ яєвℓσg ιf уσυ ℓιкє му ωяιтιиgѕ ! :)

❥ 𝖳𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀! 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽! <3

[jimlingss]

I really enjoyed reading your fic fall in hatred with jin and liked the concept of a couple on the verge of a divorce. I thought I’d make a request for an angsty marriage/divorce au with another member like jk but it ends fluffy🥺

Whether you take this request or not, I wanted to say that you’re a great writer and I always love reading your stories 💜

↳ Honeymoon Horrors

3.7k || 55% Angst, 45% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Divorce!AU

It was great when it started.   Cloud nine had descended down and made its home above both your heads. You were practically floating, swooning, living a romance that Nicholas Sparks would’ve envied. You felt like you were on a permanent high as if weed and cocaine was permanently stuck in your system. You had reached enlightenment and you were permanently euphoric. How could you not be?   You had met your soulmate after all.   But as the years passed, it came tumbling down. Cloud nine started to rain. You swooned so hard that you struck your head against the edge of the kitchen counter. Instead of floating, you were getting dragged down to hell and the high you felt turned into a crash. Most importantly, you became enraged.   And you’re still mad now.   When you watch your wedding videos, all you can do is throw popcorn at the screen and scream at the grinning bitch that she’s making the worst mistake of her life.    Life’s full of plot twists, isn’t it?   And you can only chuckle at that realization now. Because what was meant to be the honeymoon you never had, a replacement honeymoon of sorts, is turning out to be a nightmare.   “Hey. Can you move?”   You rip off your headphones. “Excuse me?”   “You’re taking up all of the space.” Yoongi stares at you lazily. “This is supposed to be my armrest.”   “No. This is mine. That’s yours.”   “No. Yours is next to the window. This one is supposed to be mine. If you’re that uncomfortable, you should’ve just given me the window seat.”   You scoff and shove his arm off the armrest with your own. The half-offended, half-amused expression on Yoongi’s face is utterly stupid. It’s as if he’s judging you for being childish when he was the one who started this. You wish you could punch him square in the nose. “If you want me to move, then why don’t you move your legs? You’re taking up all the leg room!”   “You’re only out of space because you had to put your purse under the seat.”   “Where else am I supposed to put my purse?!”   “Do you see me carrying a purse?”   Suddenly, there’s a clearing of the throat. A female flight attendant is standing at the aisle and leaning over while wearing a perfectly, cordial smile. “Is there a problem over here?”   Your eyes narrow into the nosy bitch sitting across the aisle who probably tattled. You saw her looking in the corner of her eye from the very start.    “No. Not at all.”   Yoongi smiles easily. “We’re fine.”   There’s an urge to roll your eyes.    In all honesty, you underestimated Yoongi. While your divorce was well on its way and heading off like a bullet train, you had forgotten how petty he was. Exactly like you. Maybe that’s why for a period of time, you suited one another so well.   With the deposit already given on what was supposed to be the honeymoon extravaganza you never had and the plans already made long ago, you were set on going no matter what. Except he was also set on going. The asshole couldn’t give up and neither were you willing to give in.   So here you were. With your worst nemesis.    “Can you repeat that?”   “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no possible way we can get you two rooms.” The receptionist looks up from her computer screen. “You originally booked the presidential suite, correct?”   “Yes, but we changed it into two regular rooms a while ago,” Yoongi says. His brows are cinched together and he’s gripping onto the itinerary tightly.   The girl behind the front desk looks at her computer again and clicks twice but probably at nothing. “I’m so sorry. It looks like it didn’t register into our system. Is there anything else I can do for you?”   This is dreadful. As if things couldn’t get worse, they got much much worse.   “Great.” You haul in your luggage, no thanks to him. “This is just great.”   “Yeah, keep complaining,” Yoongi grumbles, “See how much that helps.”   “Shut up.”   On the top floor, the room is quiet and open. There’s a love seat in front of a flat screen television, a dining room and an open kitchen and bar. The large glass windows fully face the sandy, blue beach and allows light to pour into the enormous space. There are two chairs outside the private terrace and a jacuzzi too. But as beautiful as the place is, you feel bitter.    It should’ve been great.    It would’ve been great if you were alone.   And to make matters worse, it seems like the resort hadn’t gotten the news that your relationship with Yoongi was essentially decimated. Not when there was a scattered rose petal path leading up to the king-sized bed which also had two folded doves on it with the word ‘congratulations’ spelled out in more petals. There’s also a note: I hope you enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Min. And neither of you miss the mountainous stack of condoms on the nightstand.   Yoongi’s pale. “Christ.”   The knock on the door breaks the thick tension.   Yoongi opens the door, and he immediately steps back as two enthusiastic employees enter while wheeling in a silver cart. “Aloha, welcome to Hawaii! Are you the newlyweds?”   “Umm…”    The two of you are well past that period. To be exact, you married nearly two years ago, but you don’t know how to break it to them. Yoongi’s never been good with words either.   “Enjoying your honeymoon, aren’t you? Congratulations!” The older man is excited as if he was the one who got married. “We bought you a bottle of our best champagne to celebrate and hope you have an everlasting marriage!”   The girl beside the man pops the cork and pours the champagne, and you realize it would be more painless to go along with it.   “Thanks,” you mumble, taking your flute of champagne and nearly downing the entire thing in one go. Yoongi holds his and raises a brow at you.   “We also have a red velvet cake.” He shows you on the busy cart. “And our freshest chocolate strawberries just made earlier by our finest chef. I think you’ll enjoy this chocolate as well.”   “Thank you.” Yoongi offers a faint smile. “This is really nice.”   “Of course, of course! Anything for our newlyweds!” There’s a small bowl of almonds next to the chocolates and two raw oysters served on a plate. It’s odd with the ensemble, but then the man leans closer as if revealing a secret and puts a hand by his mouth. “It is said almonds, chocolate and oysters are aphrodisiacs.”   You choke on your champagne, sputtering.   The girl grins. Yoongi’s wide-eyed.   He collects himself quicker than you do. “Thank you.”   Luckily the friendly, borderline-overbearing staff leave the both of you to it and you’re put out of your misery. For only a moment.   “Are you going to finish that bottle of champagne by yourself?” Yoongi asks across the room and you turn your head to see his cocked brow. Of course, he’s unpacking. The asshole doesn’t know how to relax and always has to make you look bad.   You scoff. “I’m about to open the red wine too.”   “Never thought I’d see you be reduced to a drunk so quickly.”   “Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re always judging and nitpicking me.”   “I was making a comment.”   “Yeah and no one asked you to,” you mumble into the glass.   Yoongi eyes you. “You don’t have to get so upset, Y/N.”   “Are you serious?” Your posture straightens, legs lifted off the chair you propped them on and feet shifted onto the ground. “I was sitting here minding my own business. Why don’t you mind your own business.”   “I just thought you didn’t want to be sloppy when dinner hasn’t even started yet.”   “I know how to control my pacing.”   Yoongi snorts.   Your tongue rolls inside your cheek. “Excuse me?”   “What?”   “You look like you want to say something.”   “No. Not at all.”   You place the flute down onto the table. “Say it, Yoongi.”    “I thought you said I should mind my own business.”   “You’re such a condescending asshole, you know that?”   Yoongi stops folding his shirt and shuts the drawer. His expression is impassive and it irritates you more. “Pot meets kettle.”   “For someone who’s supposedly quiet, you fucking never know how to shut up.”   “Can’t you just calm down, Y/N? Unlike what you think, I’m not trying to get on your nerves. I’m trying to enjoy this trip.”   “Why are you acting like I’m the only one getting upset and that I’m the crazy one,” you spit, and he opens his mouth as if to say you are being crazy. But you don’t let him— “Don’t you dare say it. Fuck you, Yoongi. You don’t think I’m trying to enjoy this too? You think I wanted it to be like this?!”   “Maybe if you weren’t trying to pick a fight with me every goddamn second, you would have a good time, woman.”   “You’re the one who’s always trying to pick a fight with me!”   He sighs, body language dismissive to what you’re saying. “Stop being so upset—”   “Well too bad, I am upset! So just let me be!” You stand on your feet, teeth gritted and fist clenched. You’re practically screaming across the suite but there aren’t any close enough neighbours to complain. “You’re always telling me what I should and shouldn’t feel! This is exactly why we’re getting a divorce!”   With the last word said, you stomp away and the bathroom door slams shut. It’s the only place you can be alone, but even then, the four walls are frosted glass.   …   You’re not sure who brought up divorce first. It’s not like it matters. But one thing you do know is that it came up in an argument. A jab where someone’s sole intention was to hurt. And the other person stubbornly retaliated with ‘fine, have it your way’.   You remember calling your lawyer and him calling his. The process continued and continued and as it did, so did your arguments as the two of you realized no one was going to stop it. It became more painful the more time that went on. Clearly, it meant he was serious about it. Clearly, he didn’t care if he was happy to sign divorce papers. So you made yourself not care too.   And it continued to snowball like that.   Before you knew it, you were telling your families that the divorce was happening, much to their distress. Before you knew it, here you were.   By the time you get out of the bathroom, Yoongi’s gone.   He probably left for some peace and quiet. After all, it’s volatile when you’re together. It’s not like you want it to be that way, it just became that way. What sucks the most is that you know he’s right. You’re part to blame for the recent argument. You got too worked up unnecessarily. You’re constantly on the defensive as if he’s out to attack you. And once it’s quiet, you hate that you shouted.   But he has his own part to blame too. Yoongi knows how to get under your skin. He knew he was egging you on and he didn’t stop. So it escalated and escalated.   You end up wandering the resort by yourself. You enjoy the sunset on the beach and when the dinner buffet is open, you sit alone with your plate, staring out into the empty abyss of the ocean shrouded in darkness. All around you, there are families and lovers, jovial music that’s inviting.   Yet you feel isolated in the crowd.   You try to move around, preoccupy yourself.    But the last thing you expect is to see Yoongi. Across the bar. With a pretty, young girl on his arm. A sun-kissed blonde, to be specific. Wearing a crop top with booty shorts.    Yoongi’s nursing a whisky on the rocks, his usual drink, as she grasps onto his bicep. The swell of her breasts are practically pushed onto him. She says something and he smiles.   At the same time, something boils in the pit of your stomach. It’s pure, unadulterated rage.   Before you know it, you’ve turned on your heel and beelined to the hotel lobby bar. You call yourself hard liquor and down the drink as you seethe. The image of him and that Barbie doll is seared into your mind, flashing beneath your eyelids each time you blink.   The liquid burns and tears pool into your eyes, but you hold them back.   The bar is busy, filled of guests constantly ordering, so no one notices that you keep downing bitter drinks until there’s a tap on your shoulder—   “Aloha.” A concerned employee looms over you. “Is everything alright?”   That’s when you realize you’ve been drinking by yourself for three full hours. The table’s crowded with glasses and the ones on the edge are a centimeter away from falling over.   You end up waving him away and stumbling back to the room.   The world is teetering and you try to lean onto the wall for balance. It’s a miracle that you pressed the right number on the elevator when everything was swirling together. Or at least, you’re pretty sure this is the right floor.   You pound on the door. “Yoongiiiiii! Yoongiii! Open up!”   When there’s no response, you mutter ‘asshole’. Then your eye peels open and you realize you’ve been knocking against the door of the ice and vending machine room. You turn on your heel and careen to the next door.   “Yooongiiii!” you whine his name in exasperation, cheek pressed against the smooth surface.   You only have to call out twice before the door’s suddenly swinging open and you’re falling into the arms of your (soon-to-be ex-) husband. “‘Bout time. Was waiting foreverrr!”   “Fuck.” Yoongi’s nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol and he grabs a hold of your shoulders, pulling you away from him, nose scrunched at your smell. He keeps you at a safe distance as if you were nervous middle-schoolers at your first dance. You hate it. Why can’t he just hug you? “God, how much did you drink, Y/N?”   “Dunno. Lost my key card.”   “What?”   The door swings shut.   “Are you banging a chick in our room?” you slur, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him. He was already changed into his soft pajamas, a blue checkered print that made him look so much cuter. It’s unfair. “Am I interrupting?”   His brows cinch together, lips turning down. Yoongi’s visibly confused. “Ban—”   “Saw you talkin’ to that pretty girl at the bar,” you huff, wobbling back and forth.   He’s dumbfounded. “Who?”   “Don’t play stupid!” You poke his chest with your finger. “That lil girl who looks like a model!”   Yoongi winces at the volume of your voice and you add in frustration, “I’ll leave if you are, so just tell me already.”   “No, I’m not sleeping with anyone, Y/N.” Yoongi fixes his arm around your waist to keep you balanced and he sighs, reaching down to help you take off your shoes. “So much for knowing how to pace yourself, Y/N,” he mumbles with a faint smile on his lips instead of the annoyance you’re used to.   Yoongi loops your arm around his neck and begins to guide you towards the bed. But you stop, making your legs deadweight and you turn to him, staring into his eyes so deep, it’s like you’re looking into his soul. It’s pretty.   “What?” he asks, almost uncomfortable by your intense gawking.    “Do you not love me anymore?”   “What?”   “Just tell me, goddammit. Do you have no feelings towards me no more?” You pound your chest with your free hand. Yoongi plops you onto the love seat when he sees that you have no plans of making it to the bed. “Did everything mean nothin’ to you?”   He remains silent.   You angrily shout— “Answer me!”   Yoongi flinches. “God, Y/N. You don’t need to scream, I’m right next to you.” He sighs and drags a hand over his face. “If it meant nothing to me, do you think I’d be taking care of you right now? Now sit here and wait.”   With his dictatorial command wielded with his low voice, you pout but obey.    Yoongi returns a minute later with your pajamas in one hand and a cool glass of water in the other. “Drink this. And all of it.”   You nurse the glass of water with two hands and get a sip in. But your pout persists and before you know it, you’re bursting into tears. Yoongi all but freezes.   “’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t wanna fight.”   “Y/N.”   “I don’t mean to be so mad! I’m sorry.”   Yoongi kneels in front of you with a long sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he coaxes and tugs the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the beads of teardrops trekking down your cheeks. “I know you didn’t mean it.”   “Really?”   “Yes. If anything….I’m sorry too,” Yoongi mumbles solemnly and before you can react, he’s already moved on. “Now drink your water.”   You cry into your glass, but you down the entire thing like he said and your crying stops by the end.   “Arms up,” Yoongi commands and you listen to him. He peels off your shirt in one single swoop and tosses it aside. He helps you put on your pajama top without blinking an eye and pulls the hem of your leggings to replace those as well. Yoongi even takes a damp washcloth to wipe your face and you watch him the entire time. His lashes are long, and Yoongi’s so nice and reliable. “Let's get you to bed, alright?”   You nod, and he guides you to it, having cleared the rose petals earlier. “So you didn’t sleep with her?”   “No.”   “Why not? She was hot!”   “I wasn’t interested.”   “Really?”   “Really,” Yoongi assures as he sets you to sit on the edge of the mattress. He moves to pull the sheets and struggles with how tucked in they are. In the meanwhile, you get the greatest idea you’ve ever had—   “Then fuck me instead before you fuck her.”   “What?”   Yoongi’s entire body goes rigid and he whips his head towards you with eyes that nearly bulge out of their sockets. You pout at him. “I wanna suck your dick and feel it in me, Yoongi. I miss it. When we used to have sex. It was so good.”   “Oh, you are so drunk.” He chuckles, a sound that sounds so nice you wish you can hear it forever and ever. “You’re going to be so embarrassed when you wake up tomorrow, Y/N.”   Yoongi pulls the sheet and is about to get you tucked in. But you steal the opportunity when he gets close and you loop your arms around his neck. “No, I’m not.” Your voice drops into a whisper. “Remember when you used to spit in my mouth? And you liked it sooo much.” You giggle when you notice his ears becoming hot and red. “You still like it now, don’t you, you nasty freak!”   You smack him on the shoulder in the midst of your bubbling laughter and he winces.    “Ow!”   “Imagine if I got pregnant from it too!” you add in your hysterics.   “Let’s not.”   “I always thought our kids would be so cute. Especially if they got your cheeks.” You reach and tug on Yoongi’s cheeks while giggling. He lets you have your fun, staying still and letting you squish his face together. And in your drunken state, you don’t realize how tender his eyes become.   “We’re getting a divorce, Y/N.”   You frown. “Why on earth would we do that?”   “Because,” he murmurs.   “Let’s not,” you slur. “Can’t we cancel it?”   It goes quiet with Yoongi gazing into your eyes. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”   “Yeah.” You grow sheepish. “Aren’t you supposed to get a divorce if you hate each other?”   “That’s how it works generally.” Yoongi stands and gently presses on your shoulder to lay you down. The pillows feel soft underneath your head and he starts to tug the covers up to your chin.   “But I don’t hate you. I care a loooooot about you.” You sulk. “Otherwise, why’d I get jealous when I saw you at the bar?”   The corner of his mouth tugs. “So you’re admitting you were jealous?”   “Wouldn’t you get jealous if you saw me with someone else?”   Yoongi thinks about it. “Maybe.”   “Maybe?”   He finally admits, “Yeah, I’d be pretty pissed.”   You hum contently, lids becoming uncontrollably heavier. You want to stay up. It’s so much fun talking to Yoongi. It feels like forever since you talked to him like this. But you’re so tired. And comfortable. You want him to cuddle and spoon you to sleep. Yoongi cuddles are the best.   “Yooongiiii.”   You call out to him with your eyes closed.   “Yeah?”   “I think—” You go dead quiet and after three seconds, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then your mouth moves again. “—I loooove you.” A beat later, your two arms suddenly raises up into the air. Hands measuring about a ruler stick length. “This much.”   He snorts and turns off the lamp. “Go to sleep, Y/N.”   …   When you wake up the next morning, your head is absolutely pounding.   For the first time, you detest how much light the damn room lets in. You also curse aging and having to suffer hangovers when five years ago, you were perfectly unscathed the next day after drinking.   Luckily, there’s advil on the bedside with a tall glass of water and you down the entire thing after taking a pill. You’re not so sure where these came from, but your answer is across the room.   Yoongi, realizing you’re awake, has an amused smile on his face and his brow cocked. More importantly, his eyes have somehow softened.   You groan, remembering last night. Every detail. Every word. Like a film that could be played back. It’s mortifying and even without your obvious reaction, Yoongi’s been with you long enough to know how superb your memory is even after being wasted. He knows you know.   And the worst part?    You meant it all.

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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.}

chapter 6

gif not mine!

Bad Boy!Peter Parker x Reader AU

Summary: The heart is fragile. Easily broken, difficult to build back up, and Peter Parker knows that. Maybe his own heart is fractured and that’s why he goes around breaking others. Will you let him break yours?

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, enemies to lovers, suggestive conversations, language, underage drinking, violence, both reader and Peter are 18+

chapter 5 | series masterlist

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Okay, okay calm down you told yourself. You had no concrete evidence that Peter was Spider-Man just a butt-load of speculations. You were unsure what to do with all of this information that you had. Should you confront Peter about it? That didn’t seem like a smart idea considering he was already pretty unpredictable. Maybe Ned would tell you more. 

You glanced down at your phone to see the time and cursed under your breath. You wanted to stay and possibly see Peter come back out of the building, but he could be in there for hours and you had a Spanish quiz around noon. You gave the tower one last glance before rushing to catch the next train to school. 

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The elevator doors opened with a loud ding! and Peter stepped out of them gingerly. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, recognizing what was left of Tony’s penthouse. Most of everything that had been here had been shipped upstate (after almost being stolen by the Vulture which Peter put a stop to). He thought back and realized how long ago that seemed. So much has happened since. 

He stood in the center of what used be the living room, looking out at the skyline of New York. He inhaled sharply when he heard voices approaching from down the stairs. He turned just in time to see Happy walking up the stairs from Tony’s workshop with Pepper and Morgan behind him. 

“Peter!” Morgan shouted giddily. She rushed towards him, her arms in front of her. Peter laughed as he picked her up, spinning her around. 

“Hey Morgan,” he greeted before placing her back on the ground. She had grown a few inches and her hair was longer. His heart twisted. She was getting older, and the innocence would be tainted with the truth of what happened. 

“I missed you!” she exclaimed. She crossed her arms and pouted at Peter. “Where have you been?”

Peter crouched down so that he was eye-level with the now seven year-old. 

“Sorry kiddo, I’ve been busy with school,” Peter apologized sheepishly. Morgan stuck her tongue out.

“School is gross,” she whined. “You should go to school closer to us!” 

Peter smiled weakly. He couldn’t bring himself to go upstate, but he didn’t want to disappoint Morgan either. 

“We’ll see about that, kid,” he said, ruffling her hair making her giggle. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

“I have to show you the new toy I got!” she gasped. “Stay here! Don’t move!” 

Peter laughed as he held his hands up. “Not moving!” 

Morgan scurried back towards the stairs, disappearing down them. 

“Morgan! Walk, don’t run!” Pepper called after her. Once she was out of view, Peter stood to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. Happy and Pepper were looking at him like they couldn’t recognize him. 

“You look...different,” Happy managed to finally say, breaking the silence. 

“What, cause of the jacket?” Peter scoffed. He knew his style changed but that was mostly to incorporate darker colors into his attire. He wanted to match how he felt. 

“No, just uh...your hair’s longer,” Happy added. Peter turned away from them, not wanting to make small talk. He was here for Morgan and that’s it. 

“Peter,” Pepper said gently. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Peter snapped, feeling a twinge of guilt for being aggressive towards Pepper. 

“We’re worried about you, kid,” Happy added. 

“I’m fine,” Peter grumbled, not even convincing himself. Before either Happy or Pepper could say anything more, Morgan came bouncing back up the stairs with a toy in her hand. 

“Look! It’s Daddy!” she exclaimed, showing Peter her new Iron Man action figure. “It lights up, just like he did.” She pressed a button and lights lit up where Tony’s repulsors would have been 

“That’s really cool, Morgs,” Peter said, swallowing thickly. 

“It makes me happy when I miss him,” she said. “So I got you one, cause I know you miss him too.”

She pulled out another Iron Man action figure that she had been hiding behind her back, holding it up to Peter. 

“Mommy and I picked them out,” Morgan said, beaming up at Peter. A lump formed in Peter’s throat as he knelt down, taking the toy gingerly from Morgan. He felt the stinging of tears behind his own eyes, but blinked them away furiously. 

“Thanks kiddo,” he managed to say with a smile. “It means a lot.”

Morgan rushed forward, pulling Peter into a hug in her little arms. Peter put the toy down so he could hug her back, closing his eyes to keep the tears from rushing forward. He could feel Pepper and Happy’s eyes on them. 

“Daddy wouldn’t want you to be sad,” Morgan said softly so only Peter could hear. He squeezed her a little in their hug and whispered a quiet ‘thank you.’

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You slid into your seat next to Ned just in time for your Spanish quiz. You forgot to study considering you were too busy snooping around Peter Parker’s life, so you had to really rack your brain for information from what you could remember from class and homework. 

Once it was finally over, you met Ned out in the hallway. 

“You alright? You weren’t in calculus this morning,” he pointed out. 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just a rough night.”

Ned nodded. “Those are the worst.”

You looked at him, wanting to blurt out and ask about Peter, but you didn’t think doing so in a crowded hallway would be a smart move. You looked around before grabbing Ned’s wrist and pulling him into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind you.

“(Y/N), what-”

“Is Peter Spider-Man?” you asked, the words bubbling to your mouth before you could even really comprehend them. Ned stared at you, wide-eyed and blinking. 

“W-what? H-How- I don’t-”

“Is he?” you pressed. 

“No he’s not-”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Ned sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“(Y/N), I don’t think you should be asking these questions,” Ned said while looking around, as if anyone could walk in at any moment. “It’ll put you in danger.”

“Like you and MJ?” you asked gently. Ned’s gazed flickered down at his feet and his shoulders slumped. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I was just looking into some stuff and-”

“It’s okay,” Ned sighed. “If you put the pieces together it’s not that difficult to figure out.”

You were silent, staring at him. Maybe you over-stepped, and you realized that Ned was grieving the loss of both of his best friends. MJ, who died, and Peter who cut him off. He must be struggling just as much as Peter.

You stepped forward, enveloping Ned in a hug. Ned graciously accepted, wrapping his arms back around you. 

“Thank you,” he murmured. You pulled back and looked at him sadly. 

“I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through,” you admitted.

“It’s been hard,” Ned sighed. “Really hard.”

“So that’s why you and Peter fell apart?” you asked gently. 

Ned nodded. “He blamed me for MJ’s death.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?” you asked. Ned sighed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know...it’s survivor’s guilt. Why did she die and not me? Why couldn’t we both have lived?” Ned murmured. “And Peter blames himself more than anyone else, which is why he’s pushed everyone away.”

You frowned. Peter had so much hate in him and for the world, and you were now realizing that it was directed mostly at himself. It made you sad for him. 

The bell rang, and you and Ned both jumped in alarm. 

“C’mon, I’ll buy you a coffee at the Starbucks across the street after class,” you said, slinging your arm around Ned’s shoulders. Ned chuckled. 

“I’d like that.”

-

Peter swung from building to building, feeling the wind around his face as he took in the New York skyline that he had missed so much. After seeing Morgan again, she reminded him of what Tony would have wanted, and that was him being that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. 

He still felt like an impostor putting on the suit, but he kept reminding himself that the world needed saving. It wouldn’t stop just because Tony and MJ were gone. 

Morgan reminded Peter so much of her dad and she was only seven. He loved that kid with all his heart, and he vowed to Tony that he would protect her and raise her to be as amazing as her dad was. He knew Pepper was already doing a good job at that, but every time he talked to Pepper or Happy, he felt a bitterness in his heart. 

He didn’t want to be bitter. He never asked for any of this. 

But he was swinging around New York for Morgan and because he knew she would be so sad if she learned he wasn’t being Spider-Man anymore. 

The Iron Man toy she gave him was tucked safely away in his backpack as he looked for trouble to put an end to. 

For the first time in a long time, he was feeling good. The sun was shining and he stopped two attempted robberies as well as some petty thefts. He finally stopped on top of a building for a rest, looking down at the streets below. He felt so light-weighted and free for the first time in a very very long time.

But it was short-lived. 

His heart was heavy in his chest, weighing him down, and he couldn’t help but think about you and how guilty he felt for having those damned butterflies in his chest every time you so much as looked at him. He ripped his mask off, running his hand through his curls. 

He didn’t want to move on from MJ, as much as she would yell at him to if she could. He wanted to live in the black cloud that he had wrapped himself in because that’s what he felt he deserved. And he had just broken out of that cloud for the first time and the guilt was calling him back in. 

He took a shaky breath, putting his mask back on before swinging home.

-

After having a more lighthearted chat with Ned after school over some coffee, you headed home in a better mood than before. As you approached your apartment building, you noticed Peter standing out on the fire escape. He had never shown up to school, like he said he wouldn’t, but you still couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in the old Avengers’ tower. 

You also wondered if he was okay. 

You stalked over to the fire escape, grabbing the nearest ladder and pulling yourself up before climbing up three more flights before you poked your head up next to where Peter was standing. 

“Ah! Holy shit, (Y/N)!” Peter exclaimed, causing you to laugh as you swung your leg over the railing. 

“Sorry,” you apologized while giggling. 

“Don’t scare me like that,” Peter huffed, amusement in his eyes. 

“I didn’t think the big bad boy of Midtown could get scared,” you teased, dropping your backpack to the ground. Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled. 

“What are you doing out here?” you asked, leaning against the railing next to him. 

“Just enjoying the sun, I dunno,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. You looked at him, really looked at him, and took in the way his curls softly blew in the gentle breeze, how the sun made his usual chocolate brown eyes look golden, and how his jaw seemed to be locked in place as he looked at the world with such cold eyes. You knew there was warmth in there somewhere. 

“What?” he asked, turning when he felt your eyes on him. 

“Nothing,” you sighed, looking down for a moment and then back up at him. “You just look like you could use a hug.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “What-”

Before he could say no, you wrapped his arms around him, feeling a sort of sadness and emptiness in your chest for him. He was taken aback at first, his arms still at his sides, and you expected him to push you away almost immediately. Instead, his arms slowly encircled your waist, and he rested his forehead on your shoulder, gingerly and carefully like he was testing the waters. 

You were surprised, to say the least, but feeling him almost relax in your arms made it worth it. You wondered if anyone had shown him any sort of love and support since the accident. 

Maybe it was what he needed. 

You both stood in silence for a few moments, as his breathing slowed. You didn’t want to tell him that you knew he was Spider-Man because you figured it would just bring up bad memories. 

So instead, you just hugged him because he was Peter. 

When you finally pulled away, you weren’t expecting him to still hold you around your waist, just leaning back far enough to be able to see your face. Your breathing stilled in your throat as you looked up at him. The hardened expression that seemed to be permanently plastered on his face was gone, replaced by soft eyes and a trembling lip.

“Told you, you needed a hug,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice anymore for the fear that Peter may immediately revert back to his old self. He chuckled lightly, looking down while his arms still encircled your waist. You rested your hands on his arms, not sure where else to put them, and you hated the way your heart picked up its pace. 

Peter looked at you, and his heart swelled. He hadn’t felt any ounce of happiness since the accident, and ever since you walked into his life you only brought just that. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes that he was now realizing were his new favorite color. 

He could hear the way your heart picked up its pace from his heightened senses, and he wondered if you wanted this too. 

But then it was like something inside him snapped. 

His hands immediately fell to his sides and he took a step away from you, his heart racing as he realized what was happening. You stared at him, confusion evident in your face. But Peter was now terrified. He couldn’t live through what happened with MJ again, he just couldn’t. 

“Peter-”

“Please...leave,” Peter managed to say, looking away from you so he wouldn’t see the hurt on your face. 

It was silent for a minute, and then he heard you shuffle as you put your backpack back on and climbed down to the floor below him where your apartment was. 

As soon as he heard the window to your apartment shut, he punched the railing, denting it.

“Fuck!” he hissed, burying his face in his hands as he blinked away the tears viciously. 

He had shut his heart out to the world for so long, and letting you somehow make your way into it was almost too much to handle.

-

You blinked away a tear as you heard Peter yell from the fire escape above you. He was shutting you out and you knew it.

You shook your head, shutting your blinds.

-

chapter 7 

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