#since mochis name is already cute and i want him to give her a nickname that doesntstray too far from her real name??

[musubiki]

Mochi nickname idea: Momo!

OOOO THATS ACTUALLY SUPER CUTE ESPECIALLY SINCE MOMO MEANS “PEACH” IN JAPANESE AND I IMAGINE LIME CALLING HER ‘MOMO’ WITH THE SOFTEST FACE ID CRY!!!!!!!!!!

[ssamie]

two. SUNA RINTAROU

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

"atsumu-kun, osamu-kun.." she trailed off with a hesitant smile "i don't think i need you to be beside me the whole time.." she said

currently, she was walking into the gates of inarizaki high, hoping to have a lowkey and fun first day of school. she was hoping to make some friends along the way as well. but now it seems she can't do that because two towering men are looming beside her, sporting a stoic and intimidating look as they glared at anyone and everyone that dared to even breath near her.

"nonsense." osamu said with a light scoff

"we gotta protect ya from these rabid dogs" atsumu snarled, emphasising on the dehumanising nickname as he growled at the boys near them 

y/n simply sighed and chuckled lightly at his claim. "you're both acting like the rabid dogs, if anything.." she said. she watched them glare at the people around them as they entered the classroom. 

for such a short amount of time together, the three had already formed quite a strong bond. perhaps it was because she was so lovable and welcoming. always building them up like the sweet girl that she is. 

it was as if the twins had felt themselves softening for her. though atsumu flirted with her a lot, they both saw her as their little sister. 

"uwahh!! your school is so nice!" she gushed as she looked around the clean and polished room. "i've never been to a school this fancy before" she said 

"and your uniform is very pretty" she grinned gleefully as she patted down her skirt. "though it's a bit tight around certain areas.." she chuckled sheepishly

osamu and atsumu's head snapped towards her, their eyes widening as she slyly adjusted her white blouse around her bust and hip area. atsumu sucked in a deep breath as he turned away from her. he slapped the wall repeatedly as he silently screamed into his hand. 

"samu...i know we had a deal" atsumu started off "but after seeing that" he said. the blonde dramatically gestured to the pink and green haired girl. his face was red and his eyes were tearing up. 

"that was enough. it was enough to make me break our promise" atsumu said in a dramatically solemn tone 

"what the fuck are ya on about" osamu asked unamusedly 

"i can no longer see 'er as a sister.. i can only see.. THOSE EROTICALLY BEAUTIFUL CURVES-" 

"SHUT UP, YOU ILL-MANNERED DOG!" osamu cut him off with a kick to the stomach "yer fuckin disgusting, y/n' s like our sister! we established that" he scowled at his twin 

"BUT SHES NOT!! and she's SO FUCKIN PRET-" 

"you're so pretty l/n-chan!" a new voice filled the air 

"eh?? but you're so much prettier than me! your hair is so long and curly! and your eyes look like caramel!!" she replied flusteredly as she fawned over her classmate 

both twins snap their head toward her as they heard much more voices ensue. 

"ne, l/n-san.. do ya have a boyfriend?" one boy asked. the girl simply panicked over the question, vigorously shaking her head as she waved her hands dismissively 

"ah no! i don't have a boyfriend.. though i'll admit it would be nice to have one" she squeaked out bashfully 

of course, a few boys perked up from her statement and approached her. 

"i could be your boyf-" 

"oi." atsumu called out with a scowl "the hell are ya on about?" atsumu sneered at him as he stood tall, smirking mockingly at the boy as he wrapped an arm around y/n. 

"m-miya-san!" the boy squeaked out in surprise "um.. i was just gettin to know 'er that's all!" 

"tch." osamu scoffed "scram." 

"yep! we're leaving!" the boys announce as they timidly turn on their heels and leave 

"osamu-kun, atsumu-kun! why would you do that?!" she whisper shouted at them. her expression morphed into one of horror as she saw the other kids nervously stray away from her after the twins' outburst

"the kids are too scared to be friends with me now.." she sulked, resting her head on the desk as a gloomy aura surrounded her 

"okay.. that's our bad" atsumu said as he patted her back "well, look at this way!" he chuckled nervously as he sent osamu a glance 

"you can stick with us and we'll introduce you to our friends later on" he suggested with a smile 

just as fast as her mood died down, was as fast as it brightened up once again. she faced them with her pale green eyes, sparkling in excitement as she clasped her hands together 

"really? you'd do that for me?" she exclaimed 

"of course! anythin' for you, doll" atsumu cooed at her 

"actually.. why don't i introduce ya to one of 'em now?" atsumu mused as he spotted suna lazily trudging into the room 

the brown-haired boy was yawning, looking like he was already on the verge of passing out as he plopped down on his seat 

"please do!!" she nodded excitedly 

osamu eyed her and his twin warily before leaving them be and walking back to his desk. 

"suna!" atsumu called out as he held y/n's wrist in his hand "its too early for this" suna groaned out as he side eyed atsumu in annoyance 

"i want ya to meet someone" atsumu said with a grin "she's the girl my family's hostin' " 

"go away. i don't wanna meet-" suna cut himself off as his eyes caught a faint glimpse of pink from behind his friend. 

currently, y/n was hiding behind atsumu's towering form, holding back her squeals as she held her blushing cheeks in her hands. she had only managed to catch a small glimpse of this 'suna' atsumu was speaking to and yet she had already planned their whole wedding and their kid's gender reveal party in her head. 

'he's so.. HOT! AND PRETTY! AND COOL!' she panicked 

'his eyes look like a fox's! and his hair is so cute and perfectly messy and he's so-' 

she cut her thoughts short as she peeked once again to look at him. she swore she had felt herself short circuiting upon seeing him stand. this man was tall. 

her face drained color as atsumu held her by her shoulders and pushed her towards his friend. 

"this is y/n! she's our new housemate, and she wanted to make new friends soo..." atsumu cooed 

suna nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck, hunching over, as his olive green eyes raked down her form. "hey, the name's suna rintaro" he said as he stretched out a hand for her to shake 

"huh-oh um!" she stammered out as she shakily reached out to shake his hand "im l/n y/n" she said "it's nice to meet you, suna-kun"

she shook his hand with a flustered smile as she nervously picked at her skirt with her free hand 

"you too.." suna replies quite dryly

this caused her to panic even more. her mind was in shambles as she nervously dwells on the possibility that he hates her. though because of that, it caused her hands to fidget, which gained suna's attention. 

his fox like eyes averted to her skirt, which was getting badly crumpled the more she messed with it. 

his eyes subconsciously trailed down even further, and locked themselves on her tighs. 

"shit." suna muttered under his breath 

"hm? is something wrong, suna-kun?" she asked warily 

suna sighed through his nose and shook his head. he waved his hand dismissively as he sat back down on his seat "no, don't worry 'bout it" he said 

"i just got.. distracted" suna gulped as he watched her tighs press together. 

she nodded in understanding and waved him goodbye, assuming he's had enough of their conversation 

"oh, alright then.. i'll see you around, suna-kun" she said as she sent him one last fleeting glance 

"yeah, i'll see ya.." 

"y/n-chan, you can come sit with us 'til ya find some new friends to sit with" osamu suggested as he walked past her 

"uwah!! thanks so much, osamu-kun!!" she exclaimed as she gave him a side-hug "i was hoping you'd be fine with me joining since i even made you some mochi!" she said as she hugged her huge bento to her chest 

"dont be silly. i like bein around ya" osamu said with the softest chuckle 

though his soft aura faded as he gave atsumu a disgusted glare, and avoided suna who was taking pictures incase anything happens 

"its just them that peeves me" he muttered through gritted teeth

"well, we can go ahead of you want?" she proposed. osamu looked down at her and nodded "yeah, let's go" 

and so, the pair made their way to the cafeteria. along the way, osamu made sure to give her a small tour to make sure she won't get lost next time. 

"we're here" he announced as he pushed through the doors, revealing the slightly packed room "ooh! there's so many people" she mutters out in interest 

"mhm.." osamu hums along "oh, and there's kita-san and aran.." 

her pale green eyes follow osamu's finger, which was pointing to a certain table where two boys sat and talked amongst themselves. 

"let's go-" 

"wahh!! osamu-kun!!" she squeaked and gripped onto his arm "that one with the gray and black hair is so cute!! and the taller one with darker skin is so handsome!!" she gushed 

osamu's expression turned into one of dread as he watched her oggle at his teammates with literal heart eyes 

"and they're both so tall and adorable!" she gushed even more as her blush worsened by the second. her grip also tightened the more she fawned, which left osamu's arm aching. 

osamu felt as if his arm could burst if her grip gets even tighter than it already was 

"why don't ya go greet them, y/n.." osamu suggested with a strained smile 

"d-do you think i can do it??" she asked him "i'll be too embarrassed to be infront two handsome boys" she muttered worriedly to herself 

"then how come yer quite comfortable with me and tsumu-" 

"i can do it!" she ignored his question as she puffed her chest and breathed in deeply 

"wait- are ya sayin' were not handsome enough to leave ya all chummy-" 

"ah, samu! come join us!" aran called out as he waved his hand to get his attention 

on instinct, she hid herself behind osamu's broad back, nervously fiddling with her braided hair as her other hand nervously grips her bento "i can't do it, osamu-kun!!" she hissed out 

osamu ignored her words, as well as her nails clawing at his back. he simply dragged her along as he approached the table where kita and aran sat. 

"oh, who's your friend?" aran asks with a kind smile as he peeks over osamu's shoulder to peer at the pink and green haired girl "introduce yer self" he urged her as he presented her to the boys 

"ahm! im y/n!" she squeaked out flusteredly "i hope you don't mind me joining you for lunch.." she said with a sheepish smile as her fingers tapped on her bento 

"not at all, please sit down" kita said in a polite manner as he slightly bowed his head in sign of respect 

she sat down beside osamu and quietly hummed to herself, slyly stealing glances at the boys as she gushed over them in her head. "ah, y/n-san. samu told us you moved to hyogo just a few days ago" aran started up a conversation 

'he's talking!' she gushed 'his voice!! mHhhMh' 

"ah, yes.. i'll be staying with the miya's temporarily while my estate is being constructed" she explained 

"that's nice" aran chuckled "though i wonder how ya could bare to live in the same roof as those two" 

as if on cue, atsumu came running in, sporting a huge grin as he hides his hand behind his back. "y/n-chaaann! i got ya somethin'!" he exclaimed "really?! what is it?!" she asked back, just as excitedly 

"mochi!" atsumu exclaimed with a smile as he pulled out a pack of sakura mochi 

the three boys sweat drop as they both cheer and give each other high fives, smiling like children as they share the mochis with each other 

"yay!" they cheered 

"they get along quite well.." kita murmurs 

"..i could probably sell this to the fan girls.." suna muttered as he inspected the pictures he took of atsumu smiling 

y/n froze upon hearing his voice, her pale green eyes turning hazy as she bashfully covered her mouth to hide her smile "its suna-kun!!" she silently squealed to herself 

"he looks so dreamy" she sighed lovingly, resting her chin on her hand as she watched suna walk towards their table while typing down on his phone 

"he looks normal to me" kita chimed in as he, too, watched suna mindlessly walk towards them

'ah, he's so close! kita-san is so close.. i could feel his body heat!' she chanted on her mind 

'and he smells so good!' she groaned internally as she basked in his sweet but masculine scent 

osamu noticed her eyes leave suna, instead they were now planted on the side of kita's face as she shuffles around to contain her excitement  "dont worry 'bout it" osamu said "she's like this with everyone" 

"she's just that nice, i guess" he shrugged 

suna then arrived at their table, sitting beside her yet still not looking up from his phone. 

'oh.' she thought to herself  ‘he's sitting next to me..?' 

she looked beside her to check. just in case she was dreaming. she whipped her head around, and met eyes with suna rintaro himself. she blinked one. twice. her long and thick lashes fluttering as she stared at his olive green orbs. 

she has concluded that she was in fact not dreaming. 

"y/n..?" atsumu asked warily. he was more than aware that she could have short circuited right then and there. surprisingly, she didn't freak out. she simply looked at atsumu, looking like her soul is slowly leaving her body as she sent him an empty smile. 

"yes, atsumu-kun?" she asked monotonously 

"you alright?" atsumu asked with a wonky grin 

"of course." 

it was a lie. 

she was not alright. in fact, she was currently hyperventilating. her heart was beating at an abnormal pace, and she was sure she had lost all focus to continue her total concentration breathing. 

'HE'S SITTING NEXT TO ME?!?!?! OH MY GOD.'

her widened eyes looked down at their tighs, which were currently touching due to the limited space on the bench 

'MY THIGHS ARE TOUCHING HIS?!?!' she panicked internally 

'that had to mean something right? he's gotta be my husband in the future or something right? right??' 

"oh, you're y/n, aren't ya?" suna mused as he bit into an oh-so-familiar looking mochi "tsumu gave me some of this." he said as he showed her two more pieces of mochi 

"yer real good at cooking." he complimented with a curt nod 

"thank you!" she beamed cheerfully at him 

'cooking.. good cooking skills is one of a wife's admirable trait..' she chanted 

'i must be his future wife.. it all makes sense now..' 

she nodded to herself, agreeing to her assumptions with a hazy smile grazing her lips. she pulled out her bento and opened it, revealing an ungodly amount of food which looked like it could feed the whole volleyball team 

"y-y/n-san.." aran chuckled "that's a lot of food. are ya sure ya can finish that all?" he asked with a worried smile 

"of course!" she replied with a smile. she then started chomping on her lunch, humming giddily as she stuffs her mouth with food 

"oh, suna-kun.. w-would you like some more mochi?" she asked with a determined look on her face 

she stacked three pieces on a stick and handed it to him, waiting for him to take it with a small smile on her lips. suna side eyed her. his fox like eyes staring at the mochi in her hands, then her face, which was perfectly framed by her dual toned hair 

and he swears he didn't mean to.. but his eyes trailed down to her chest. and her tighs. 

now, suna wasn't someone to disrespect somebody like that. but he knows a total hottie when he sees one. pretty face, thick thighs, god tier personality. its all there. 

"sure" he said with a nod 

now again, he wasn't one to act on things like that. 

but when a pretty girl is feeding you mochi, you gotta do what you gotta do. 

so he opened his mouth and chomped on the treat all at once. 

"e-eh?" she muttered in surprise as his teeth pull the mochis off the stick, leaving it slightly covered by his saliva. "thwanks" suna said, though it was muffled by the treats in his mouth 

"..." 

she couldn't say or do anything except freeze up and stare flusteredly at the saliva-laced stick in her hand. 

"can i have that onigiri?" osamu asked, breaking the silence, as he reached out to snatch her onigiri off her bento

"a-ahm- uh-" she stammered as she blinked aggressively to try and contain herself. osamu didn't wait for her answer as he swiftly snatched the onigiri and chomped on it.

the gray haired male didn't say a word as he placed his hand on her nape to turn her head back towards her food. he also took the stick from her and threw it away, much to her displeasure.

"so.. how was everyone's day so far..?" kita asked them to break the silence

aran laughed at this and shook his head in amusement. he pointed to the girl who was as still as a statue, looking like her soul has ascended to heaven and had personally vibed with god. 

"is she okay?" aran asked with a chuckle

"oi! y/n-chan! ya better not like suna, yer still my pretty girl, aight?!" atsumu exclaimed as he aggressively growled at suna

"as if she'd choose you." osamu scoffs

"oh, yer askin' for it-"

and that was how another fight between the miya twins ensued. 

[chimswae]

BTS Caretake CH26

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,918

- Author Note: Happy December everyone! Slightly late update~ sorry!

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Chapter 26

D-day

Few hours before the actual event took place, the boys would be walking down BBMAs Magenta Carpet along with other renowned celebrities creating their own history. Everyone had started running here and there since morning, hectic day indeed. Not to mention, the boys woke up as early as 8 in the morning to get their makeup done. Early bird Kim Seokjin was the first one in line looking annoyingly stunning and cheerful like he always does.

“You are early Jin” Semmy chuckled.

“Good morning to you too nuna” Jin chortled moving his head a little, showing off his so called adorable side. “So, where is Seul?” he clasped his hand in anticipation to see the other girl to appear behind Semmy.

Semmy raised one of her brows, bemused “Aren’t you being a little too clingy Jinnie? You may chase the girl away” she teased, placing the box down on the floor.

Jin pouted in his seat “I am being a responsible person here, since I am the one who suggested her to come along with us. I may as well use this chance to show how much I care” he defended himself earning a soft chuckle from others.

His personal manager retorted “You mean a chance to show how much you value her?” Jin gasped dramatically, placing his hand over his own chest. “Hyung, how could you betray me? I thought we are best friend!” he pursed his lips in protest.

“I thought you are Jungkook’s bestfriend. You guys hang out a lot without me anyways” he hummed nodding at Jin’s way. Before he could open his mouth to protest again, Seul’s chirpy voice ended the morning bicker, “Morning everyone!” the small girl pushed the stainless-steel clothes rack inside the room.

Namjoon beamed watching her making an entrance “Morning Seul. Did you get a good rest?” said the leader with a concern look. She nodded giving him a thumb up and shifted his attention to Jin “How early are you that you already working those magic on your handsome face” she giggled.

“I couldn’t even sleep, this anxiety is killing me” he claimed.

“You will be doing great, I am rooting for you Jin! Oh unnie, I bring their outfits, so who should I assist first?” the bright girl smiled flustering Semmy.

Jin and Namjoon exchanged glance smiling away, Semmy signalled Seul to the room next to her “Jungkook and Yoongi are inside, maybe you can see whoever is done with their makeup” she laid all the accessories on the coffee table.

The mention of Jungkook and Yoongi names twitched her heart, however she had to show her professionalism. She was not allowed to involve her personal feelings in her job. Risky and dangerous. Without much complain, she went straight to check those guys inside. Sprawling on the leather couch was Jungkook with gadget in his hand, his lips twisted in the cutest manner probably frustrated with the game battle that he had.

Meanwhile on the other side, Yoongi was sitting with his eyes closed facing the vanity table. The older woman applied a little colour on Yoongi’s lid, keeping his makeup minimalistic and as natural as she could. She slid silently beside them, watching the woman moved her fingers skilfully blending the colours which suit Yoongi’s pale skin. In all honesty, any colour would look good on him, and Seul found herself smile unknowingly at the thought.

Realizing Seul’s presence beside them, the brunette was about to greet her but Seul quickly placed her finger over her own lips signalling her to keep it low. Seul gave a polite bow mouthing her a good morning. The woman let out a silent giggle, sending her a wink before returned to her work.

‘Min Yoongi you are better and hundred times nicer, if you just keep your mouth shut like this’ she approached Jungkook hesitantly, waving her hand in front of his face to snap him out from his little world.

Be professional, said Seul. As soon as their eyes met, Seul couldn’t help the blush from making its comeback on her skin. His bunny smile was not helping either only to worsen it even more. Deadpanned, Seul fan herself with a soft huff “Are you done with your hair and makeup?” she quickly asked.

Jungkook’s round eyes blinked cutely as his nose scrunched up cutely in response “Makeup, checked. I haven’t done my hair though. What do you need stylist nuna?” he teased. Seul cleared her throat averting her eyes from meeting his, wherever but just not Jungkook.

“Oh, if you are done then you can call me over. I will just assist someone else for now” turning her heels as fast as lightning, she was ready to make an escape. Jungkook grabbed her wrist right on time “You can still dress me up anyway. At least I wont ruin the hair later on” the corner of his lips was tugged upward into his usual flirtiest smile.

“Let me get your outfit Jungkook-ssi” she pulled her hand and expelled a relief sigh. She mentally cursed herself from acting awkward around him. How could she stop thinking about her moment with Jungkook a day ago? It had been bothering since then.

Afraid to appear irresponsible, she grabbed Jungkook’s outfit and returned to the golden boy again this time forcing herself to act professional. Whiny Jungkook on the other hand didn’t give her a hard time, thankfully. She could properly assist him with his outfit and as soon as she’s done with him, Seul passed the job to Semmy. It was evident the younger guy requested Seul to style his hair but she’s quick to reject it.

It was not a request.

It was a way for him to commit sin.

That sinful Jeon Jungkook.

She gave this thing a deep thought as Seul decided to look for Hoseok and Jimin. Assisting the two-fluffy sunshine were the best resort at the moment. Just no Yoongi and Jungkook for the time being. While waiting for Hoseok getting ready, Seul lend her hand to style Jimin’s hair. She might not be a real professional, but she could do a simple thing start with the spray and how to style one’s hair. For some reason her practice with Hoon was quite useful.

Running her fingers in Jimin’s fluffy hair, she carefully smoothed the area that needed her attention. His gaze fell on her as he watched Seul caressed his hair from the reflection. Chewing his lips excitedly, it would be a lie that he didn’t enjoy it even a bit. Hell, he’s over the moon to see her face.

“I like this hair colour, it fits you” she murmured as a soft smile plastered across her face.

Jimin eyes shrunk in process allowing him to smile handsomely through the mirror “Don’t you like my pink hair?” she shook her head without hesitation. “Not a fan of it, I like your dark brown and black hair better. I always go for natural colour” she took a quick glance and grabbed the hairspray.

“Said the tangerine head” he flicked tongue his mouth, smirking.

“Hey, I am planning to change it back to black. Blame my stupid best friend. She forced me to try out this colour. She apparently thinks having your hair coloured is the process of adulting. It is absurd but whatever, I don’t really like it” Seul pouted keeping her hand busy spraying his hair carefully not to hurt his eyes.

He chuckled heartily “Adulting is never easy babe” Seul froze upon hearing the last phrase. What a sneaky mochi! He did not just call her babe out of the blue in an open space especially with the presence of other staffs.

Seul knocked his head a little using her knuckles to bring back some sense in him “Don’t babe me. Who allow you to say that” she snickered, frowning in disapproval. “Ow! Why are you using violence to punish me” he rubbed the top of his head, puckering his lower lips adorably hoping that Seul would spare his life.

“Let’s set a clear boundary here Park Jimin-ssi” she turned the swivel chair, so the mouthy guy could face her. Puffing her cheeks out of annoyance, she palmed the arm of the chair trapping the adorable guy in between. Her hard stare caused Jimin to shrink in his seat “Ya, Ji Seul you are scaring me” his head neck almost disappeared when she leaned forward intimidating him.

“First, you are not allowed to show your affection towards me in public. Make it physical contact or through your words. When I mean affection, limits your touchy side. Keep your hands to yourself” her stern voice sounded super serious and scary to him.

“It cant be hel-“ Seul silenced him with single glare. He pressed his lips together firmly, recollecting his thought and continue to listen to the girl sulkily.

“Secondly, don’t babe me. I have a personal vendetta against it especially when it comes from you. It is disturbing. We are not dating or anything so-“ “YET!” Jimin cut her off and once again her fiery glare penetrated his eyes.

He placed his hands on his lap like an obedient kid “Okay sorry, I will shut up”. It took a lot of strength to not laugh at the scene in front of her, but she had to make things clear. Seul didn’t want thing with Jungkook repeated by its own. The trios are dangerous and contagious to her fragile heart, it needed to be put on pause before bad things happen.

“So, we are not dating. Just don’t call me babe. I don’t do cliché thing, just call me anything but not babe” she cringed.

Jimin tilted his stupidly cute head in a slow motion as if he’s thinking about something “I will call you bunny then” her eyes rounded at the nicknames earning a soft chuckle from Jimin “Or do you want to make it sounded sugary, hunny bunny?” his plump lips rounded imitating Seul’s eyes.

“Ew, I prefer none”

“Should I call you berry, like strawberry because you smell like strawberry”

“Stop it”

“Or should I call you baby?”

“That is even worse”

“How does yeochin* sounds like?” (*A slang for Yeoja Chingu=Girlfriend)

“PARK JIMIN IM NOT YOUR YEOCHIN!” she hissed lowly careful not to attract any attention to their side. Seul stood in front of him, crossing her arms defensively.

Jimin pouted out of habit driving her up the walls, she hated it when he pouted.

She despised cutesy stuff, yet Park Jimin’s cutesy side was beyond her control. She couldn’t control her heart from drumming crazily. Like right now.

“Alright this is impossible. I will just set the last rule. No nicknames, just call me Seul” with that she spun the swivel chair back facing the mirror in front of them. Jimin inaudible protest could be heard clearly and it tickled her heart.

 Seul ended up spending another thirty minutes styling Jimin before moving to sunshine Hoseok. His smile pleased her heart as usual and finally she’s taking a break from handful guys like the trios. At least with Hoseok, she could act naturally without getting flustered most of the time. Plus, the light conversation that she had with Hoseok always end up playful and cheerful.

After all the members were ready, they would be interviewed by some Korean and American medias before heading to the venue. She swore she heard Bang PD beyond the door talking to the boys and it made her scared to death. He’s the big boss, to be in the same room as him, was nerve wrecking. Especially when she’s illegally replacing her mother place as their caretaker.

Seul sat together with other staffs taking their short break whilst the boys had their short interview and photoshoot outside. She had fun exchanging stories with the rest of the staffs and they had been nothing but awfully friendly to her since day one. Not to mention, BTS’s managers were as friendly as Sejin but bear in mind their goofy side would disappear once they were on roll again.

Their conversation died down upon seeing Bang PD followed by the boys behind him entering the room, everyone stood up bowing politely. Bang PD nodded “Thank you for your hard work, it must be tiring. I appreciate your dedication and passion” he fixed his glass at the bridge of his nose accompanied by a wide smile afterwards.

The moment his eyes landed on Seul, the latter watched the older man nervously and bowed again out of respect “You must be Ji Seul? Mrs Hwang’s daughter, am I right? Thank you for coming despite the short notice. I hope you are not burdened by it” he stated.

“No Sir! I am glad that I could help” she rubbed her hand together sheepishly.

“It must be hard to leave your mother alone. Is she doing alright? How’s the therapy treating her?” she steadied her breathing not to appear silly in front of him. So, she answered calmly “My mother is doing fine. It is hard for her part, but we are waiting for the donor. Thank you for asking” Seul bit her lower lips hoping the topic of caretaking the boys left untouched.

To her distaste, his next question taken her aback a little.

“Hm, I was quite worried that she wanted to continue caretaking the boys when she’s in no condition to work. She explicitly stressed her worries on the contract, but we can give her a long break from the job if she want. Will it be alright for her to work in that condition?” the boys exchanged worried glance in any case Bang PD might catch her lying to the company.

Seul broke into a cold sweat, “My mother is very stubborn. She insists on keeping the job because she’s worried of them. Technically, she takes care of Bangtan like her own son in fact she seems to love them more than me” she joked, letting out a small chuckle to ease the tension.

The older man laughed “Right, these boys did mention about that. Your mother is a kind lady and her dedication towards her job, I admire that. Maybe, you can fill in her place for the time being as their caretaker until she recovers” baffled Seul didn’t expect such proposition from the man in front of her. Bang PD had bigger heart than she imagined. He’s a thoughtful man.

Sejin’s face hardened as he too did not expect to hear such things from Bang PD. However, it would be a good thing meaning he had no secrets to keep from the company. BTS looked satisfied and their nervousness now being replaced by excitement.

“Me? But I am not married”

“What is wrong with your marital status young lady?” he eyed her with curiosity.

Seul mumbled “My mother told me that Bighit only hire people that’s married” she exclaimed timidly.

“Yes technically. We improvised the rules last year and changed it to in light of the recent events” he glanced at Namjoon’s way causing the younger man to lower gaze in guilt. “It is done to protect these boys from malicious rumours. Don’t worry, you are an exception since your mother has been working with the company for years. I was grateful for her hard work, taking care of these boys despite we couldn’t pay her much back then. She went to extra length feeding these boys using money coming from her own pocket. Your mother is an angel, this is the least that I could do for her to repay her kindness” he said genuinely.

She was losing her words and without she realized her body moved by its own bowing again, as soon as she lifted her head, Yoongi’s eyes explored hers. His heart stung to see the obvious tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, Sir. I will deliver the news to my mother soon. We’ll work on that” with this closure that she obtained from the head of the company itself finally put her mind at ease. She no longer had to sneak in and out like a criminal. Bang PD acknowledged her presence, that was enough for Seul to tend her job without fear of getting caught.

A trace of genuine smile could be seen on his face “I will inform the management team about it. It is set then. Be a good daughter to your mother and take care of her alright?” Seul nodded with her usual sunny smile. Bang Pd turned to the face the seven guys “She will be your caretaker from now on, no funny business boys” Jungkook pressed his lips into thin line trying not to break any silly smile.

“Even if you do have some funny ideas in your head, keep it under radar. Just.. hmm don’t get caught” he shoves his hand inside the pocket before leaving the room following Sejin for his next appointment.

Dumbfounded, Seul tried to decipher Bang Pd’s final words and she glanced at those silly boys, who had funny smile on their face as if mocking her. Did they just get a green light from their boss? Today was their lucky day, indeed.  

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Seul had already left with other staffs to the backstage considering the guys still had the magenta carpet to slay before they entered the venue. People started to fill all the empty seats. It didn’t take that long before the crowd grew bigger and the seats filled rapidly. Her eyes scanned the venue diligently and she spotted Armys in their seat with their Army Bombs and fancy placards. She smiled to herself complimenting their cuteness.

Shortly after, the cheers erupted embarking the entrance of BTS inside the venue. She could tell the flabbergasted face from the non BTS fans inside the venue trying to look for the source of the scream. Their fans started to cheer even louder while chanting “BTS” all over again until the boys settled down in their seat.

The boys didn’t see it coming and for once they were proud of themselves knowing Armys were there with them. They were no longer felt small and ashamed of themselves. Armys were as huge as other fanbases. Jungkook drummed his fingers on his thigh nervously, glancing around watching some familiar and unfamiliar faces flooding the arena.

The boys spotted their favourite celebrities from afar but too shy to make the first move. Some of the celebrities would casually come up to them and they had small talk, taking pictures together rendering them speechless. Everything was too dreamy for them but what else could they wish for.

“Seul-ah lets fix their look one last time before the event start” Semmy shoved the small bag in Seul’s embrace and the shorter girl walked after her and two of the staffs entering the arena. They gave a light touch up on their makeup, making sure they shone amongst the biggest stars in the arena.

Seul went to Taehyung, leaning down a little fixing his hair, “Good luck Tae. Don’t be nervous” he smiled beautifully with a soft murmur “Not anymore, now that I have seen your face” Seul rolled her eyes with a straight face.

“Right. See you later” after her final touch, she moved to Namjoon’s side. The leader seemed a little tense probably since they were nominated, it was the craziest feeling. He softened as soon as he noticed Seul’s fingers fiddle with his tux, smoothing it in process.

“Are you scared?” she took mini hairspray in the sling bag, before spraying the mist a little. He nodded, expelling a deep breath “You can do it. Whatever happen, Bangtan will always be the winner in Army’s heart” she fixed his hair to the side with her delicate touch.

“What about your heart?” his eyes glimmered.

Seul chuckled “We will see how you guys behave, since I am your official caretaker now” Namjoon pursed his lips in protest. “I will see you later, enjoy the show” she straightened up, not wanting to prolong the conversation any longer. There were eyes everywhere. Armys had eagle eyes, that was the scariest part.

Her body momentarily froze when she realized the next member, Min Yoongi. Yoongi burning gaze making Seul shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. She kneeled as her back started to ache a little after the quick session with earlier members.

“You have been avoiding me ever since we reached here” his raspy voice was low. Seul tried to not get affected by that voice of his and did her job with a serious face. Neither she made an attempt to respond him nor she looked Yoongi in the eyes.

He clicked his tongue in disbelief “You are impossible Ji Seul. I will spare your life for now. Wait until everything is over” she looked unamused by Yoongi’s empty threat. She purposely squished his shoulder with greater pressure pretending to fix his tux to clean the so-called dust, making the rapper to jerk backwards in his seat.

Seul ran her fingers to the necklace around his neck, with a little tug, the guy coughed a little realizing the girl before her was about to choke him to death. That was exaggerating though, it acted as some sort of warning from the fierce Ji Seul.

Clenching his teeth together, his jaw tightened “Are you trying to choke me?” his forehead creased into a deep frown. Namjoon stole a glance at the couple and shook his head, resuming his conversation with the 95-liner.

“Attempt murder that is the word” she stated with her nose scrunched in bafflement.

Yoongi scoffed his disbelief “More like giving me a glimpse of how you want me to take you in bed” he looked up. She shot him a death glare looking eager to chop his foul tongue. Min Suga always know how to irk her. Seul gritted her teeth sending him a last hard stare before tailing Semmy behind. He watched the girl disappear from his vicinity following the rest off the staffs.

‘And no good luck for me? Impolite much’ he cursed in his head out loud. The urge to pull the girl back in his arm thickening.

He had to admit Seul could be somewhat confusing. One time she would be an angel in front of him, acted shy and very responsive to his teasing and touch. However, at one-point Seul could be a little aggressive only with him. He wondered if that girl had a personal vendetta against him. Why was she treating him like he’s her number one enemy? Gosh, she’s complicated.

 Halfway through the shows, the announcer finally announced the winner of Top Social Artist Award and it was surprising though some already predicted BTS victory in this category. They practically beat Justin Bieber here which was a big deal. They were losing their soul as soon as they were announced as the winner.

None of them expected it to happen overnight considering the invitation to BBMAs alone were beyond greater than anything. Namjoon did his speech in English and added a little Korean in the end before they left to the backstage celebrating their glory together. They were at the verge of shedding tears, yet they had to compose themselves. It is not Korea, they must look good since they were carrying their country’s name on the shoulder.

Upon their arrival at the backstage, they were again welcomed by a loud clap and cheer from the crews and Bighit staffs included Seul. She was standing at the corner, watching them diligently with a proud smile. No words could describe her feelings that time. She was as overwhelmed as them.  

Jungkook scrutinized the large area looking for the one face that he hoped to see and soon grinning from ear to ear once their gaze locked. Seul mouthed him a congratulation with big two thumbs up. He winked at her way and muttered a thank you before shifting his attention to the cameras in front of him.

They were supposed to do a quick backstage interview after winning the trophy, so everyone had moved to another side of the area. It was hectic with crews running from one place to another making sure everything ran smoothly.

On the other hand, Hoseok took a deep breath trying to calm down his aching nerve. His heart was racing, almost like it wanted to get off his chest. He stood behind Namjoon together with Jimin, whilst others paid attention to the interviewer. Soon, Hoseok felt a painful knot in his stomach and throat.

This heavy feeling tugging his heart making him hard to breathe. Jimin noticed his rapid breathing, he reached out to touch the older guy’s back “Hyung, are you alright?” he whispered. Hoseok steadied his breathing and shot the latter a small smile “I need to use the restroom, am I allowed to leave for a moment?” he murmured.

Just about time, their interview with the news outlet was done and they were ready to move to the next one before Jimin interrupted. “Hyung, Hoseok hyung need to go to the restroom, can he?” Namjoon patted his shoulder, looking concern “Are you alright Hobi?” he blinked.

“Y-eah… just nature call…” one of the managers came to his side, assisting him out from the crowd to find the restroom.

Squishing between the crowd was dizzying and he was lagged behind trying to catch up the man in front of him. Hoseok felt like throwing up as he clutched onto his belly refraining it from coming out. The vision in front of him was blurry and he’s drenched in sweat. Not caring of the surrounding, he dragged his heavy feet to escape the crowd and to find a quiet place to calm himself.

He bumped into something more like someone along his journey. It was not hard to recognize the owner of the voice, Seul only her. Seul grabbed his hand, holding onto it tight “Hobi, are you alright? You don’t look good?” she looked at him in sheer horror.  

Hoseok tightened the grip around her wrist, as his hand shook followed by his heavy breathing. Seul pulled his arm in daze trying to find a more secluded place for him to regain his composure. Hurriedly Seul made a sharp turn at the corner and opened the door to a random room which appeared to be empty, thankfully.

She closed the door behind him and sat the panic guy on the chair. “Alright, calm down your breathing, take a deep breath, take a deep breath Hobi” she knelt down at his level, giving a soft squish on his hand.

“I c-ant” Hoseok clutched onto his chest, continue breathing loudly through his nose.

“You have to hold your breath for few seconds before releasing it. Think of happy thought, something that can calm you” Seul said in panic.

Hoseok weirded out upon hearing her statement and his chest moving heavily following his unstable breathing “Okay wait! Just try to hold your breathing!” desperately Seul held onto both his hand tight “together with me 1, 2, 3” Hoseok followed her but failed to do so.

“OH GOD! What should I do” Hoseok squeezed his eyes together forcing the air out from his lung and made another attempt. Seeing how Hoseok struggled, she had finally decided to take the matter in her own hand. Hence, without wasting any time, Seul cupped one of his cheek “I am sorry I have to do this” she closed the gap between them, hovering his lips with hers.

Hoseok’s breath hitched for few seconds as she drank in his gasps and sighs.

He couldn’t breathe.

Momentarily paralyzed.

His mind was in a haze.

The way how their lips intertwined onto each other, darken Hoseok’s thought. He never thought of having such close contact with her. How was he supposed to react to this?

She pulled away staring blankly at Hoseok hoping the techniques worked to stop his panic attack. And, it did. Hoseok breathed softly and forced the words out “How did you do that?” he uttered in bafflement.

Seul licked her lower lips, smiling meekly “I read once, if you hold your breath, it could stop your panic attack” the older guy was trying to recover himself from the sudden kiss that they shared. Even though her intention was to help him but why was he feeling fuzzy over it?

Hoseok shrugged the thought off from his mind, blinking few times and finally breathing normally again.

“Are you okay?” she felt self-conscious after the kiss. Not that she wanted to make it sounded like it was very special to her, still it was a kiss. The skinship was intimate not just a mere hug.

Did she just get herself into another trouble?

 The two of them stayed in the room for ten more minutes giving Hoseok a space to regain his sanity. Now that his breathing normalized, Seul felt her blood rushed on her face, tainting her cheeks red. None of them dared to speak a thing, still bewildered by their own action.

“I..think we need to go find others. They must be worried” Seul broke the silence and making her way to the door.

Hoseok bit his lower lips, surpassing his grin “Thank you Seul, for….yeah”

Seul moved her head, nodding slowly at his way as they were back in the scene searching for others before they made a fuss over Hoseok’s disappearance.

  This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved

[kinda-ooc-just-a-little]

Don’t Lie to the Kids

Thought of this cute poly short at work because I need two cuties in my life.

ProHero!Deku X ProHeroSupport!Reader X ProHero!Uravity

Rating: G

No Specified Gender

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“Hey Deku, where did you get your name?” A child jumped excitedly.

“Yeah, isn’t it a mean word?” Another child questioned.

Izuku let’s out a laugh. “Actually, it has another meaning. It sounds like ‘you can do it!’ I want people who are in danger who hear my name be able to think to themselves, ‘I can do it! I can survive this!’”

A wave of oohs and ahhs wash over the group of children.

“So kids, whenever you’re in a sticky situation, or feeling down, just think to yourselves, “you can do it!”

A cheer rises from the group of kids as they all stormed Izuku to hug him. Laughter was shared all around until pro-hero Uravity showed up to the scene.

“Okay, kids! It’s time for pro-hero Deku to return to his duties!”

All the kids replied with disappointment. “Does he have to go?”

“Sorry kids. Crime waits on no one!” Izuku gives them a final smile waving them goodbye as both the pro-heroes continue with their patrol.

“Deku, don’t lie to the kids.”

He jumped at the sudden sound of your voice. “W-when did I lie?”

“You know damn well you got that nickname as an insult of your name,” your voice teasing through the microphone in both pro-hero’s ears. “and only made it ‘you can do it’ because a cute girl made it sound good.”

You could hear both of them sigh.

“Don’t you have anything else to do besides flirt with us on the job?” Ochaco said into her communication device.

“Oh come on, you know I get bored watching these cameras all day.” You replied, flipping throughout the city to find any sort of criminal activity to find nothing interesting.

“Maybe you should get a hobby?” Izuku suggested.

“But then I won’t be able to watch out for your ass’s when I need to.” You flipped to the camera that they were passing. “Speaking of ass’s. Both of yours is looking pre-t-y good.”

You practically fealt them both blush through the microphone. You could see Izuku purposefully trying to shield his face from your camera. “Come on babe, don’t shield your beautiful broccoli face from me.” you cooed. “Should I go back to pickup lines?”

“Please don’t.” They both said in unison.

“I know why people call you Mi-dor-ia because you are a-dor-able!”

Izuku whispered a “Jeez” and full on blocked his face from your cameras.

“Ochaco you must control the gravity in my heart, because I keep getting pulled to you!”

Ochaco squished her face to get rid of the blush rising in her cheeks.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. How are they so adorable?

Your laughing stopped when red started to blink on one of your cameras. “Heads up, we got an alarm going off at the local park. Looks like another one of those drug-induced villians again.”

“We’re on it.” Both heroes exclaimed as they started making their way through the city.

“Better hurry, he’s not staying in one place.” You tracked him across your cameras, but started to loose him. “If you both cut over the mall, you’ll run right into him.”

“Thanks, Overwatch.” Izuku said as he effortlessly wall jumped to get to the top of the buildings as Ochaco flew right over.

“Ladies and gentlemen please keep your hands and legs inside the ride at all times,” you spoke while you were relaying coordinates of the attack with the police. “and do not exit until the ride has come into a complete stop. And also, you wonderful Overwatch will have dinner ready by five o'clock sharp.”

You hear Ochaco giggle through the coms. “Your so weird.”

“You love me tho.” you responded.

Izuku and Ochaco glanced at each other and smiled.

“Of course we do.”

“I’m so glad showers were invented.” Ochaco says as she entered the kitchen, hair still wet from a shower.

“Need to wash all that city dirt out of you, little mochi?” you say from the couch. You and Izuku were watching the recent report on the villain attack in the park.

She pouts at you. “What did I say about that nickname?”

“That it’s adorable and fits you perfectly.” She sits next to Izuku as you turn up the volume. “Because you are adorable.”

You see her pout as she turns her attention toward the TV.

“Pro-Hero’s Deku and Uravity strike right on time, once again, as another Titan villain strike occurred at central park this afternoon. The police have managed to find the source of the serum that made its rounds and got very popular years ago, but it seems it still is a threat to the public. Even so, Deku and Uravity continue to reassure the public that even if it remains a threat, it won’t be for long.”

You could feel the two pro-hero’s eyes stare into you as you turned the volume down.

“It’s not fair.” Izuku spoke.

“Zuzu, we talked about this.” You tried to reassure him. “It was years ago, and it’s not like anyone knows-”

“But that’s the point!” He exclaimed. “You were the one who caught the main dealers and got them off the streets with your cameras! You should be on that screen with us!”

“I hate to agree, but Izuku is right.” Ochaco added. “You worked so hard on those city security cameras and stayed up countless nights tracking them. You should at least get the credit. You should be there… next to us.”

You sigh as you stand up to stretch. “I don’t need fame, you know.” you simply stated. “I just need money, and the city gave me plenty.”

“Fame is money.” Izuku said as he stood up. “You have so many great ideas that could help so many people, but nobody knows who you are! It’s not fair! I just-!” he grit his teeth and looked down. “I just want them to know you’re a part of the team. You’re a part of US.”

“What Izuku is trying to say, is that we don’t want all your hard work to go to waste.” Ochaco fiddled with her fingers. “We’re worried that you feel left out because everyone knows that me and Izuku are together… but they don’t talk about you.”

You could feel your heart clench. We’re they worried about that all this time? You knew they were getting more cuddly and less vocal about your flirtatious manner… at least less than normal.

You walk over and pick up Ochco from where she was sitting, grabbed Izuku and held both of them in your arms. “I don’t need all that flashy stuff and I don’t need validation from social media. All I need is both of you.”

You feel them shift to return the hug.

“I’m so happy that I get to watch over you both and that you are home safe and sound.”

Both of them cuddled up in your arms.

“Me too.” Ochaco said.

“Me three.” Izuku added.

You stay like this for a couple more seconds, enjoying each others presence for the moment. You pull away and sigh. “Now that that’s out of the way, whose ready for some dinner?”

“Come on, we have tomorrow off, we’ll get to it tomorrow.” Izuku whined trying to drag you into the bedroom where Ochaco had set up the bedroom for a movie and cuddles.

“Come on Izuku, you know dirty dishes attract cockroaches.” you say, trying to shoo him toward the bedroom. “And I don’t want to wake up with a heart attack because of your girly screaming again.”

“I-it was only once!” he stuttered out. “And besides, it’s been so long since we all cuddled together. We miss you.”

You can’t help but feel bad at that. Even though the drug network was busted, you spent countless nights working overtime to make sure the city cameras were up and running. Most nights would then turn to morning and you would find yourself being woken up by either Izuku or Ochaco with paperwork stuck to your face.

You sigh. “Well, I guess it’s not like I can’t put out some roach killer.”

“Yay!” Izuku cheered as he dragged you to the bed. He and Ochaco pulled you into the middle of the bed and cuddled up as close as they could and turned the movie on.

“Hercules?” you questioned.

“It was Izuku’s turn to pick.” Ochaco said.

“What?” he buried his head into your shoulder. “I like it.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I like it to.” you shift to get a bit comfortable in between your two lovers. “You kind of remind me of Hercules actually.”

“That’s why I like it.”

Even though he picked the movie, you could see him drifting off to sleep. You lean over to Ochaco and kiss her on the head. “Zuzu’s already out. You should too.”

“…a-know…” she mumbled.

“Night, my little planet.” you smile, feeling sleep start to take you too.

[bittysvalentines]

Love in Aisle 12

From: @wrathofthestag

To: @pieandpucks

Summary: Jack meets a cute stranger with a baby at the grocery store.  He's instantly smitten, but will a connection be made?

Message: Happy Valentine’s Day to @pieandpucks who requested a Single Dad!Bitty Zimbits meet cute based on this post.  I hope you like it. - WrathoftheStag

Bone broth, a dozen eggs, protein powder, the cassava flour tortilla chips Tater got him hooked on, some glucosamine, and maybe he’d hit the mochi freezer, too.  Chocolate or green tea mochi?

Jack was trying to stick to his list and get in and out of Whole Foods as quickly as possible.  He pushed his cart as his eyes wandered up and down the vitamin aisle when he felt his cart roll over a small lump. Jack looked down and on the floor was one teeny, tiny shoe.  

He picked it up.

“Toms?” he read out loud as he looked at the label.  Jack examined the glittery pastel green shoe.  It fit in the palm of his hand and was now a little beaten up thanks to him.

He looked around and wondered if maybe the shoe’s owner was nearby but his cart was the only one in the aisle.  Part of him thought he should just plop the shoe on the shelf and keep going, but it really was a cute shoe.  He put it in the shopping cart cup holder and proceeded to shop and keep an eye out, just in case.

Jack turned to the next aisle and saw a cute, chubby-cheeked baby in the cart chewing on the ear of a stuffed rabbit.  He glanced at her feet and bingo!  Cinderella had been found.  

“Well, Miss Clara, should I get mint sage or lavender honeysuckle?” A soft voice with a southern accent asked as he turned to face the baby.  The man held two candles in his hand.

Jack stopped and stared at him and was instantly smitten.  He had a sweet face, enormous dark eyes that Jack could just dive into, and a tight little body that showed signs of athleticism.

“Oh,” the man said as he looked back at Jack.  The two smiled softly at one another.

Jack cleared his throat and said, “I found this?”

He awkwardly held up the shoe, and the man frowned then turned back to the look at the baby.

“Again?”

He sighed as the baby kicked her feet.  He put the candles down, walked up to Jack and took the shoe.

“Thank you.”

The man examined it and scrunched up his nose.

“Looks like someone ran it over.  Good lord,” he said as he dusted it off.

“I, uh, found it by the supplements,” Jack replied.

“I swear, if these weren’t so cute, I’d just chuck them.  She’s misplaced one twice already.”

He bent down and gently placed the shoe back on as he cooed, “Daddy is gonna use double-sided tape, isn’t he?”

The baby laughed and Jack couldn’t help but laugh as well.  The man smiled at Jack, then frowned.

“Well, thanks,” he said dryly.

The baby laughed again and then raised her arms toward Jack.  He waved at her and she laughed harder.

“Anything else?”

“What?”

“Lord, I’m just trying to shop with my daughter in peace.”

Jack then realized he didn’t need to still be standing there; his work there had ended.  He delivered the shoe and could now move on, but there he still stood.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Well, you’re just there gawking. I don’t have reward money on me or a book or anything if that’s what you want.”

“What? I don’t-- No.  I just…”  Jack held up his hands.  “Sorry.  Well, you’re welcome.  And personally, I’d go with the lavender.  Bye.”

Jack took his cart, did a 180 and felt his face burn as he kept going.

The entire ride home Jack felt stupid.  He didn’t mean to come off as creepy or anything.  Had he been creepy?  He hated not being sure of himself and what he might have done or not done.  

It would gnaw on him for the rest of the night.  He’d just been so unprepared for how cute he found the guy, he might have stared a little too much—but he didn’t think he did. Still, the guy didn’t have to be so rude.  The little girl was super cute though and at least she liked Jack.

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Oats, asparagus, chicken breasts, toothpaste.  Jack read his list and knew he was forgetting something.  He had almost considered going to a different Whole Foods so he wouldn’t run into that guy again, but his therapist said maybe he was reading into the situation too much.  Jack couldn’t control other people’s rude behavior—only his reaction to it.  So he kept that in mind and kept his usual store and routine.  He reread his list when bam! The cart-on-cart smash pulled Jack out of his headspace.  

“I am so sorry!” A voice called out.

Jack was ready to throw in a very Canadian, “No, I’m sorry,” when he realized who it was.

“My god,” the man said, clearly mortified. “It’s you.”

Clara was with him again.

“It was an accident, really,” Jack said as he quickly began to reverse.

The man sighed and followed Jack.

“I was hoping I’d run into you again—and it turns out, I did, literally.”

“Oh?”

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day.  I was having a really bad day, trying not to take it out on anyone, and instead, I took it out on you.  I have no excuse.  My mama would tan my hide--”

The man was interrupted by Clara who babbled loudly and waved her arms in Jack’s direction, wanting to be carried.

“See?  Clara here has better manners than me as she’s being way friendlier.”

The two laughed and Jack finally spoke.

“It’s fine.  I know what it’s like to want to be left alone, believe me.”

“I’m Eric,” the man said as he extended his hand.

“Jack.”

“And this,” Eric smiled, “is Clara.  And she thanks you for returning her shoe last week, by the way.”

“It was me,” Jack blurted out.

“What was you?”

“It was me who ran over her shoe with my cart.”

Eric laughed.  “That’s okay.  I mean, at least you returned it to its rightful owner.”

“I’m sure your wife was glad you came back with both shoes, huh?”

The man look puzzled and then laughed.  

“My wife?  Bless your heart!  No, no wife.”

Jack realized how heteronormative he was being.  Shitty would have had a field day with him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

Eric quickly added, “No husband either for that matter.  Just me and Clara.  Right, sugar?”

Jack and Eric grinned at each other, then Eric peered into Jack’s shopping cart.

“Lots of fruits and veggies, I see.  Impressive.”

“I am a growing boy,” Jack said and playfully flexed his arms, surprised at his own chutzpah.

“Are you always this flirty?” Eric asked as he placed his hands on his hips.  “And in front of my child, too?”

Jack blushed and began to stammer.

“I’m just teasing you, Jack.  Clearly,” Eric said as he slowly raked his eyes down Jack’s body, “you eat very healthy.”

Jack let out a loud laugh. “Pot meet kettle?”

It was then Eric’s turn to blush as he covered his face and laughed.

“I’m sorry.  It’s just been a long time since I’ve even had… banter?”

Jack smiled and then he just went for it.  Why not?  He still found Eric incredibly attractive and it seemed like the feelings were mutual.

“Would you like to have some coffee with me?  We can go to a kid-friendly cafe. We can banter some more.  I’m a great banterer.”

Eric’s smile disappeared.  

“Oh… um, I would but I really don’t date right now.  Or at all. I--”

“That’s okay,” Jack said.  “No need to give me any explanations.  Really.”  

Jack tried to mask his disappointment, as Eric studied his face and smiled softly.  

“You really are very sweet, aren’t you?” Eric said. “Thank you.”

He then got up on his toes and planted a soft kiss on Jack’s cheek.

“Goodbye, Jack.”

Jack watched as Eric rolled his cart down and over to the next aisle, and it appeared that was the end of that.  

Jack thought maybe he’d change his Whole Foods after all.

+++

“I’m surprised you’ve never heard of him,” Alicia said.  

“I’m surprised you’d come all the way here just to see him,” Jack chirped.

“Clearly, I came to see you first and Bitty Bittle, second.”

“Really? His name is Bitty Bittle?” Jack asked as he poured Alicia a glass of wine.

“Nickname he’s had since college.  He’s my food and lifestyle guru—without any of that GOOP nonsense—and when I heard he was actually going to be signing his new book here I just had to come.  And now I get to visit my beautiful son.”

Jack laughed.  “Do you mean me or him?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said with a wink as Jack laughed.

Alicia had flown in that morning from Montreal to spend the weekend with Jack.  Jack enjoyed the quiet summer weeks of the off-season.  It gave him time to savor moments like these.  He grilled some fish on the balcony as he caught up with maman.

“And papa didn’t want to come out with you?”

“He’s off doing god-knows-what in Toronto with Wayne and Mario.  Some sort of goofy reunion.”

“Haha.  I bet he misses you.”

“Probably,” Alicia said with a smirk.  “So Bitty films his show here, he’s lived here since college, and you have no idea who he is?”

Jack shrugged again.

“Busy,” he offered.

“Well, guess you’ll meet him at the book signing tomorrow.  He’s so fascinating. He’s been baking since he was a little boy, had a popular vlog in college, started his own bakery, it took off like crazy, he wrote a cookbook, was offered a show. And he’s so sweet!”

“You’re such a cook bunny,” Jack chuckled.

“Hush!  And then, he was dating that actor from that Law & Order spin-off and they were going to get married and have a baby but the guy broke it off.”  Alicia shook a fist. “Said he didn’t want to be a father or some nonsense.  Can you believe it?  I wanted to beat that guy senseless.  I bet he was secretly dating some twink he met on Grindr.”

“Twink?  Really, maman?” Jack laughed. “And how do you know about Grindr?”

 “Poor Bitty got his heart broken and hasn’t dated since,” Alicia said sadly.

“More wine?”

Alicia grinned.  “Mmm, yes! You have me so spoiled.”

Jack smiled at his mother who continued to sing Bitty Bittle’s praises.

The next morning, Jack and Alicia drove to Barnes and Noble, and Alicia bounced happily as they waited in line.  A few people approached her for an autograph and a couple selfies, some said hello to Jack, but like Alicia, the crowd was there for Bitty.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring other stuff for him to sign,” Jack said.

“I want him to sign the new book. I heard there’s a whole section on piecaken.”

“Piecaken?  What’s piecaken?  Do I want to know?”

The line moved forward and Jack and Alicia chatted idly until Jack heard the voice.  His voice.

“And who do I make this out to, honey?”

“Elizabeth, please.”

“Sure thing, Elizabeth.”

Jack peered over everyone’s head in front of him and just about died when he saw it was Eric—his Eric—sitting at a table at the end of the line signing his book.  He was Bitty Bittle.

“Câlisse,” Jack muttered.

“What is it?”

“I--I know him.”  He pulled down his snapback and felt his shoulders begin to rise with tension.

“You know him?  How?” Alicia asked.

Jack’s face flushed and then Alicia squeaked.

“Jacky!” she staged whispered with glee.  “No!”

“His name is Eric.  I ran into him at Whole Foods,” Jack whispered back. “Twice.”

Alicia gripped Jack’s arm.

“Did you two sleep together‽”

“Maman!”

“Well?”

“Yes, we totally threw down right there in aisle 12 by the olive bar.”

“I wish!” Alicia shot back.

“Merde!” Jack said.  “He’s going to think I’m following him or something. I asked him out and he said no. He said he doesn’t date or whatever.”

“I told you that!  It’s that moronic Chad’s fault!  I should have him kicked out of SAG.”

The line kept moving forward and the look on Alicia’s face was priceless.  

“Well, we’re almost up there, so you better think of what you’re going to say.”

“Hi, welcome.  And who do I make this out--” Eric said then stopped when he realized it was Jack, and then completely froze when he saw Alicia.

“Bitty, I’m Alicia--”

“Oh my god, you’re Alicia Zimmermann,” Eric said as he held his hand to his mouth. “It’s really you.”

“And this is my son, Jack, who had no idea who you were so he’s not stalking you. He just came to keep me company.”

Jack covered his face and groaned as Eric laughed.  He looked at Jack and smiled.

“Euh, hi.”

“Hi.”

Alicia beamed and then cleared her throat.

“Oh, uh, sorry.  Who do I make this out to?” Eric asked Alicia.

“‘To my new best friend, Alicia,’” she replied.

“Nice,” Eric said as he smiled.  He then looked at Jack, “Are you buying a book, too?”

“Sure,” Jack said, and then, hell, why not?  “And maybe some coffee... for you?”

Eric stared at Jack with an eyebrow raised.  He took a book from the stack, wrote something in it and gave the book to Jack.

“Thank you so much for stopping by.  Alicia, I love you and I hope you enjoy the book.”

Alicia smiled and waved as Jack took the book and pulled her away.

Once they were hidden from view, he opened it.

401-555-1595 xo

“Get out!” Alicia yelled.  

They both walked up the registers with smiles on their faces.

+++

Jack pulled up to Eric’s house right at 5:00 p.m. He closed his eyes took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he counted from one to ten.  The two had been texting each other for the last few weeks.  With Jack’s preseason schedule and Bitty finishing up a small book tour, they finally found time to get together.

He rang the doorbell and saw movement inside Eric’s windows.  Eric poked his head out from behind the curtain, and the two caught each other’s glance as Jack waved.

“Well, aren’t you Mister Punctual?” Eric said with a grin when he opened the door.

“Canadian,” Jack said as an explanation.  “Hi, Eric.  It’s good to see you again.”

“Come in, please.  My sitter should be here in a little bit, and then we can get going.”

Jack entered the house and loved how homey and lived-in it felt.  

“Excuse the mess,” Eric said as he moved some wooden blocks into a basket.

Clara, who sat on the floor, crawled toward Jack.

“Hello, hi,” Jack said softly as sat down cross-legged near her. Clara climbed right into his lap and he brushed her hair out of her face.

“Just make yourself right at home, I guess!” Bitty laughed as he watched Clara lean back and begin to suck her thumb.

“She likes me,” Jack beamed.

“She’s a good judge of character,” Bitty replied. He smiled at Jack and said, “I’m glad you finally texted when you did.”

“I never thought I’d get the chance to,” Jack said simply.  “I’m glad you gave me the opportunity.”

“Jack,” Eric began, then paused.  He gripped a wooden block then continued, “Before we go, I feel like I should be honest with you…”

“Eric--”

“You can call me Bitty.”

“Bitty, there’s no pressure here, okay?  I just want to get to know you.  That’s all. It’s just an early dinner.”

Bitty looked relieved.  

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

+++

The two went to one of Jack’s favorite places right near the water.  It was small, very low key and at that time of day, fairly empty.

They learned about one another, and much to Jack’s delight Bitty confessed that he had no idea who Jack was or what he did.

“I’m sure your mom probably told you about me,” Bitty said as he looked out the window.  A family of ducks swam in the river.

“Some.”

“It’s hard for me to go out… on dates, I mean.  What happened was so humiliating.  My love life, splattered in the tabloids like it’s oh so entertaining.  And I’m not trying to talk about my ex here, I promise, I just wanted you to know why I said no the first time you asked me out.”

“Why did you say yes the second time?”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your mom,” he said cheekily.

Jack grinned.

Bitty sighed.  “And when it all happened, when I found out Chad didn’t want to be a father, our surrogate was already in her second trimester.”

“I’m so sorry, Bitty.”

“It all worked out for the best.  I wanted Clara. I wanted her and loved her before I even met her. She was my daughter with or without Chad in the picture.  I got the better end of the bargain, frankly.”

Jack smiled and placed his hand on Bitty’s.

“Do you want some dessert?” he asked.

“Not from here. God, no!”

Jack laughed. “Tell me how you really feel.”

“Let’s go back to my place for coffee and pie.  Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They returned to Bitty’s just as Clara was about ready to be put to bed.  Bitty paid the sitter and got Clara into her pajamas.

“Do you mind if I read to her for a bit?” Bitty asked as he returned from her bedroom.  “It’s our night time tradition.”

Clara clung to Bitty and yawned.

“Not at all.  I can get the coffee going, if you show me where the stuff is.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

Bitty sat in a comfy looking armchair in the living room and settled in with Clara and a copy of Goodnight, Moon.

Jack watched them from the kitchen and filled the coffee filter.

“In the great green room,” Bitty began, “there was a telephone and a red balloon…”

Jack smiled as he heard Bitty continue.  Twenty minutes later, Jack and Bitty sat at the kitchen table drinking their coffee and sharing a slice of pecan praline pie.

“You like?” Bitty asked.

“God, so good,” Jack said as he took another forkful.

“I can get you your own slice, you know,” Bitty chuckled.

“No, because then I’d eat it all.”

“That’s kinda the point of pie, Jack,” Bitty giggled.

There was one last chunk and they began to fork-wrestle for it.  Jack’s tines got stuck with Bitty’s as their forks tried to stab at the last piece.

They laughed and Bitty huffed out, “No fair!  You’re so much bigger than me.”

“You’re still strong,” Jack cried out.  

Jack forked the last piece and fed it to Bitty.  Bitty smiled as he chewed, and they locked eyes.  Jack leaned in closer, and Bitty gave the tiniest nod of consent.

Jack kissed Bitty—tender and sweet—and Bitty, in turn, melted into it.  They kissed for a few moments until Bitty pulled away and jumped out of his seat.

“Jack, I can’t okay?” Bitty said as he walked to the counter and turned away from Jack.

When it came to romance, Jack was generally clueless.  He was clueless when it came to his feelings, clueless when it came to the feelings of others—but this, this thing with Bitty felt real.  It felt good and right.  Jack could tell Bitty liked him, and he sure as hell liked Bitty.  Immensely.  Kissing him was like coming home to a place he’d never known but it felt so natural and true.

“Look,” Bitty said as he gripped the counter, “my life… it’s, it’s complicated.”

“Is that right?” Jack said as he took a step closer.

Bitty turned toward Jack.  

“Yeah, like you would not believe. And I have Clara to think of.  She’s only ten-months-old Jack.  She comes first!  And then there’s the show, my cookbook…”

“I know,” Jack said as he smiled and inched closer.

“It--it wouldn’t be fair to you, you know?  You travel.  I travel.  We’d hardly see each other.  I’m just so, so busy,” Bitty whispered.

“Yep, so terrible, I’m sure,” Jack chirped softly as he stood in front of Bitty and brushed his hair off his forehead.

“Yes.  Exactly,” Bitty squeaked out.

“So then I should just go,” Jack said and leaned down to cup Bitty’s face.

“Uh-huh,” Bitty said as his eyes fluttered shut.

Jack pressed a soft kiss onto Bitty’s lips and added a quick swipe of his tongue.

“W-what was I sayin’?” Bitty asked as his lips parted from Jack’s.

“Some horseshit about being too busy,” Jack murmured.

“Oh, right,” Bitty said as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and leaned in for another kiss.

The next morning, Clara played peek-a-boo with Jack (who happily wore last night’s clothing) at the kitchen table while Bitty whistled and flipped another pancake.  Bitty smiled and gave Jack a happy wink.  

If this was the start of love, they’d both gladly take it.  

+++

Cheerios, a flat of strawberries, dark chocolate, gouda, butter.  Jack checked the list and knew he was forgetting something.  He stuffed it back into his pocket and turned around.

“Candles?” He called out.

“Yes, lord!  I almost forgot. Thank you, sweetpea.  You can’t have a birthday cake without candles,” Bitty replied from the end of the aisle and tossed them as he blew a kiss.

Clara laughed and clutched Jack’s arm as he carried her on his hip.

“What do you think, Clara?  A number two candle, or two candles?” Jack asked and held out a candle with a bear on it.

She looked at the candles thoughtfully and looked up at Jack said, “Pie, Papa.”

“Right. That’s what I thought you’d say,” Jack said and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s go tell daddy we’re ready.”

“Okay, we got everything.  You and papa ready to go home and celebrate turning two?” Bitty asked and pushed the shopping cart toward Jack and Clara.

“Yep!” Jack said as he bounced Clara up and down.

“What time are your parents getting in?” Bitty asked.

“One.”

“Then we better get going,” Bitty said and pulled Jack in for a quick kiss.

The three made their way to the registers with smiles on their faces.

[jisunwithtaeandkookie]

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.26

Summary: Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing : Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre : Humor (with slight angst)

Words : ~2600

[Tuesday, October 30, 07:29 PM]

"Taehyung...why?"

Tae kept looking down, not daring to look up in Jimin's eyes. They stood outside my door. The winds were getting colder, snow was about to fall.

"Tae...just go home for God's sake!!"

"Hyung, I..."

"What, Tae? Just say it already!" The impatience was evident in his voice: Tae shivered, whether it was because of the coldness in the weather or in Jimin's voice, no one knew for sure.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Tae said, with disbelief in his eyes. Disbelief, and tears.

Jimin looked like he was about to say something, but then he sighed.

"I don't hate you, Tae. I just...you are just such an idiot."

"I know, hyung." He said, looking down.

"Tae, don't feel bad, I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah, I know what you mean hyung, I just..."

He trailed off. Jimin waited. For him to say something. Anything. The snow had started to fall now.

"I....need your help, hyung."

"Oh no no, Tae, no. I already said I won't help you from now on. Nope."

"Hyung, please." Tae almost begged, and he looked at Jimin's determined face, and fell silent. He looked one last time towards my door, longingly, before he turned away, very slowly...to go back. Home.

[Tuesday, October 30, 03:29 PM]

“I…” He trailed off, looking at me nervously. His eyes darted back and forth and then down.

“Yes, Jimin?”

He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say that I think you are beautiful, and nice, and kind, and….you are basically everything I have ever wanted.”

For some unexpected reason, my heart beat faster. I put a hand to my heart to calm it down, and exhaled dramatically.

“Are you asking me out, Jimin?”

“Kind of…?” He shrugged ever so cutely, and I couldn't help but sigh. I could never stop thinking he was otherworldly : everything he did was beautiful to me, always.

“I…guess we could try.” I said, biting my lip teasingly. “I mean, yes. I say yes to you.”

“YES!” He jumped up, screaming in such a loud voice that my hand went from my heart to my ears to calm them down. “FINALLY!!!” He said, looking at Hoseok with a triumphant smile on his face.

“Marry him.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“Hyung..why are you so salty?” Namjoon said. “She said no to me too, you don't see me complaining, do you?”

“Eyy, what kind of game is this?” Yoongi groaned from the other side of the bed.

“Yeah, exactly!” Jungkook complained too. “We came here to help her with her closet, and instead we are sitting on this bed, playing this stupid pick up game for the past half an hour or so. At this rate, we are gonna finish when, tomorrow? Does that make sense?”

“Stop naming songs, kook.” Jin spoke from where he was sitting on the bed, his hands behind his head on the headboard, and his eyes slightly open. “You are just salty that you didn't get a yes either.”

Jungkook pouted, looking up. “I used a good line.”

I sighed. “Jungkook, asking me if I like chocolate is not a good line.”

“But you are chocolate! It was supposed to be an 'us' thing!!” He pouted even more, which made me laugh. “Kookie, sweetie, but you have to pretend not to be my best friend. That is what the game says.”

“Yeah, don't try to be oversmart, Jungkook.” Jimin said, a playful smile on his face. Jungkook glared at him, but didn't say anything, instead, he looked away.

“Okay it's Jin's turn now.” I said, frowning a little at Jungkook and then shrugging it off after a second as everyone's eyes including mine and excluding Yoongi's turned towards Jin.

Jin turned his head ever so slightly towards me and looked at me silently without moving from his position for a couple of seconds, a smile playing on his lips. I waited with bated breath, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to say something.

And then he winked.

“AHHHHH YES YES YES I SAY YES!!” I screamed.

“How do you do that???” Jungkook said, his eyes as big as saucers. Jin smiled, and closed his eyes.

“Okay..” Jungkook said, his eyes still the same size.

“I believe there is only one person remaining.” Namjoon said, and everyone's eyes darted towards someone on the other side of the bed.

“Oh nah nahh.” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “Nope.”

“It's just a game hyung, come on!” Jungkook jumped again. Yoongi looked at him with distaste. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Are you saying you can't do it because you are scared she might reject you?” Jungkook said again.

Yoongi groaned with frustration. “Fine." He turned towards me. “Y/N, you know-“

“-BTS? Yeah, we all know BTS, and we all know that line. Use something else for a change, hyung.” Jungkook interrupted again.

Yoongi looked at him as if he was going to murder him, but he turned towards me after a second, smiling. “Can I ask you out on a date, Y/N? We could go someplace nice.”

“Where you gonna take her hyung? Hong Kong?”

The next second, a pillow hit Jungkook's face, and he toppled over the bed. Everyone else started laughing.

“Are you okay, Kookie?” I asked between fits of laughter. There was no reply from his side.

"Kook, I asked if you were okay?"

"..."

“Kookie?”

“…”

“Jungkook??”

“…ow.”

Everyone else roared on the bed with laughter.

Ding Dong.

“I got it!” Jungkook, who was seemingly hurt a second ago darted out of the room as fast as lightning. I was only able to see Jimin's panicked face for a split second as he ran after Jungkook.

“JUNGKOOK NO!” He caught Jungkook by the neck of his t-shirt just before he got to the door.

“What? It's just the delivery guy!” Jungkook squealed, looking at Jimin. Jimin looked at Jungkook, but no words came out of his mouth.

“No, he is right, Jungkook.” I said, coming out in the living room. “It's not safe.”

Jimin looked at me for a second with an expression which I couldn't read, and then he smiled. One of those smiles. I felt the same sensation of discomfort, and to shrug it off, stepped forward to open the door.

Jungkook sighed. “Yeah, nothing is ever safe with my name. I swear to G-" He stopped abruptly, his eyes confused as he looked out the window.

“Jungkook, let's go inside.” Jimin said, almost pulling him along with him, an alarmed tone in his voice.

“Hyung, I think I saw-"

“Jungkook, I said, let's go inside.”

“Hyung, there is Tae-“

“Stop panicking, there is nothing.”

“You are not listening, hyung!! By that tree-"

“Jungkook, shh!!”

Jungkook fell silent, contemplating what he saw and what he didn't, as Jimin dragged him back inside the room and I opened the door to the food I had ordered.

There was something really nice about eating with my friends. They were always cracking jokes, not letting you swallow your food down your throat, making you choke on your food, and almost killing you, and then they would share their bite with me, as if that would undo the murder that they almost committed. Believe it or not, it did, I always gave in to them. I couldn't help it, they just were so adorable that I just couldn't stay angry at them with them flopping around me, saying my name in a high pitched baby voice. These were some of the best times of my life; the moment I spent with these people. It made me wonder for a second what it would be like to leave this city, leave my friends behind. Even leave my best friend behind. I felt guilty for a second. I remembered Jungkook asking me not to go. I remembered Jimin almost begging me not to leave. Would I be breaking their hearts by leaving like that? Should I stay?

I looked around at my friends. All six of them.

Six of them, but not all, Y/N.

Yeah….someone didn't want me here. Right. If he had, he would have come. If he was okay, he would have come. If he considered me as even a friend, he would have come.

If he still loved me…he would have come.

“Y/N-ah! Are you here?” I came back to my senses as Jungkook was waving his hand in front of me.

“Hmm? Yeah,” I shook my head as if that would drive all the thoughts of....from my mind. “What were you saying?”

“I am saying that pay attention, it is your clothes, you don't want anyone to ruin those for you.”

I looked around. It had been 3 hours since we had eaten, and after a little rest, everyone had decided to finally get on the clothes packing thing we had decided to do centuries ago.

“Hey what is this?” Jimin said, holding a purple colored sundress in front of him. “I didn't know you were into purple?”

“I was always into purple, Chim.” I rolled my eyes, smiling a little.

“In case you forgot, purple is our color, Jiminie.” Jin said.

“That dress looks good on you by the way, Mochi.” Yoongi said, advancing his hands towards an untouched rack of clothes.

“Can everyone stop with the nicknames please?” Jimin slumped his shoulders down, sighing dramatically.

“Oh but that makes you more adorable, Jimin!!” I pouted, and immediately gasped as I looked towards what rack Yoongi was reaching towards. “YOONGI, NO!!”

“Hey what is this?” He looked confused as he held something in his hands, looking at it, trying to decipher it. I facepalmed myself.

“....that is a bra, Yoongi.”

“What?” Everyone else turned their heads towards Yoongi at the same time. Yoongi looked flustered, his eyes darting back and forth towards everyone in the room, the bra still in his hands.

“Oh…..my God.”

“Give that to me!” Jungkook jumped towards Yoongi, as he grabbed hold of one side of the bra and started pulling it away from Yoongi. Yoongi pulled it back towards him on reflex. “Hey, what the heck are you doing?”

“Give it to me, I am giving it back to her!” Jungkook pulled it towards him.

“I can do that too!!” Yoongi pulled it back.

“Yeah but I am more comfortable with that, you will just be shy.”

“Jungkook, I am holding it in my hands, I don't think I can be shy anymore.”

“Hyung, I want to save you from further embarrassment.”

“Jungkook for the love of God I am not gonna be further embarrassed!!”

“You don't know that, hyung!!”

“Jungkook…”

“Hyung…”

“JUNGKOOK!!”

“HYUNG!!”

As they yelled, the bra snapped free from their hands, and landed on Namjoon's face. He stood silent for a second, and then he slowly pulled it down from his face, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“Sorry about that.” Yoongi said sheepishly, as Jungkook jumped. “Are you kidding? He said he needed that! I can give you more of these hyung, don't worry.” He said, as he grabbed another one to throw towards him.

“Jungkook stop that-" Jin came in front of Namjoon, but Jungkook had already thrown it, and it landed on Jin's face. He pulled it down in an instant, glaring at Jungkook. “Oopsy.” Jungkook said in a low voice.

“Look at you all!!” Hoseok said, laughing hysterically. I and Jimin collectively sighed.

“You all are idiots, oh my God!!” Hoseok exclaimed, still laughing, and Jungkook threw another one towards his face. “Okay, I did not need that.” was what he said in a muffled voice.

“Yeah, but you were asking for it.” Yoongi shrugged, smirking. Jungkook looked excited at his remark, putting his hand up in the air for a high-five. “No. Don't touch me.” Yoongi shook his head.

“I will show you what you are asking for.” Hoseok ran towards the rack, and Jungkook and Yoongi jumped out of the way to avoid any flying...things coming towards them. As Hoseok threw my lingerie at them, Jungkook ducked skillfully, while Yoongi stood behind Hoseok to avoid them. The one that Jungkook ducked hit Jin again, and he joined in the throwing as Hoseok ran away from the closet. Yoongi didn't miss this opportunity to hit Hoseok square in the chest again with another bra, and Jimin stood with his arms crossed, pouting at the scene while Namjoon stood in the middle of the mess. “Well, at least I am not causing it this time...?” He shrugged.

“STOP IT RIGHT NOW, ALL OF YOU!!” I screamed. Everyone froze at the place where they were, looking at me.

“The six of you, leave this room right now.” I seethed.

“But what did I do?” Jimin squealed.

“Out.” I said again, pointing towards the door.

“Oh come on Y/N," Jungkook took a little stel towards me. "You are embarrassed now? Around me? This is nothing like the time when I helped you when you got your first period, remember?”

“JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK!!!!”

☆☆☆

“Okay, okay, geez, I will not move, relax. I will sit here quietly.” Jungkook said, sitting down on the couch in the living room a few minutes later, while everyone else stood surrounding him.

“You better not.” I fumed, glaring at him. “Just look at the mess you have created in my room.” I shivered. “Jimin, can you close the window?”

He nodded, and stepped towards the window as I turned back towards Jungkook. “Before this, I only had to pack them, now I have to clean the room up too. Jesus Christ, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Throw me in a locker, lock it and throw the key in the ocean?” He asked in a low voice.

“No, Jungkook!” I exclaimed. “Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, I know, that was a little ov-"

"There is no ocean here!”

“Wait what?” Jungkook looked up at me im disbelief.

I laughed, and all my anger melted away : as I had said before, I couldn't not give in to their adorable shenanigans.

“I am kidding, Jungkook. How about I go clean the floor up, and meanwhile you all come up with something for us to do?”

“Oh, we could play a game?” Hoseok suggested.

I sighed. “Okay, what game?”

“Twister!” “Pictionary.” “Monopoly.” “Musical Chair.” “Mad Libs!!”

All their voices came together, and I was confused. “Uh…okay. Decide for yourself, and who the heck said Monopoly?”

Everyone looked at each other, not saying anything.

“Riiight.” I sighed. “Okay, decide while I clean up this room, and....Jimin, whaaaat are you doing by that window.”

Jimin looked back at me from beside the window. “Nothing, I just…I was looking outside, it is about to snow I think.” He said, sweating a little despite of the cold weather.

“Uhm…okay." I said, frowning a little. Close the window, and come help decide the game we are going to play.”

“Okay.” He said hesitantly, and looked back outside the window, then closed it shut slowly. Jungkook kept looking at Jimin all this time with a frown on his face.

“Right. I will be back.” I said. As I walked towards my bedroom, Jimin took out his phone and started typing.

“Are you guys texting each other???”

Hearing my voice, they put their phones back in their pockets. I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning.

“Yeah, no, maybe, a little.” Jin said, looking at Jimin with a frown. Everyone else did the same thing, except Jungkook, who looked up at me with a smile.

“Chocolate, I know what game we are going to play.”

“Really? What game?” I asked.

Jungkook looked at Jimin with the same smile on his face, and Jimin flinched.

“Truth or dare.”

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Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.26

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*After Jimin introduce himself to Yoongi*

    As Yoongi and Jimin continue to laugh, Jungkook still glaring at them for a quick second.  Jungkook looked down at his black mechanical watch to check the time. “Good we still have some time left to spend time with Princess.” Jungkook thinks.

“Hi hyung.” Jungkook speaks up, looking towards his hyung, “we still have some time left until we have to do the thing.”

Yoongi looks at Jungkook, than at Jimin and back Jungkook smirking, knowing what Jungkook is hinting at. “Good. I kind of want to sit and relax.”

“Oh I can get up and leave so you can sit down Yoongi-ssi. I don’t want to interrupt you and Jungkook.” Jimin offered, getting up from his chair so Yoongi can take his seat.

Before Jimin could get up, Yoongi put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. “No it’s okay Jimin, we would like for you to join us. If you want to of course, and please call me hyung.” Yoongi showing his gummy smile to Jimin.

Jimin takes his phone out and check the time, and see if Yuxuan and Hieran left any messages. So far he has zero messages, and his phone say its 11:50 am. It seems like he still has some time before he has to go.

“I still have time, before I go. I hope you two don’t mind if I chilled with you two.” Jimin looked at them with curious eyes.

“We don’t mind Princess, Yoongi hyung wouldn’t suggests it if we did.” Jungkook smirked at the pink haired fluff ball.

Jimin glared at Jungkook for calling him Princess again. “I told you not to call me Princess.” Jimin puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

Jungkook laughed, and gave Jimin a smirk. “I’ll call you whatever I want. Princess.”

“Respect your hyung you brat!” Jimin pointing his finger at Jungkook, trying to look mad but looking adorable instead.

Jungkook continuing to laugh at Jimin because he is looking adorable when he is mad. “You look too short to be a hyung.” Jungkook teased with a smirk still on his face.

“Why you little-”

“Stop teasing the boy Jungkook. I know you’re still a kid but you should still have some manners.” Yoongi interrupts while pulling up a chair to Jimin’s and Jungkook’s table. Sitting in the middle between the two.

Jungkook looked at his hyung with his doe eyes, “but hyung he looks so cute when he is angry, especially when his cheeks puff up.” Jungkook whined a little, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I can’t disagree on that.” Yoongi agrees, taking a sip of his coffee that Jungkook gave him.

“You two do realize I’m still here right?” Jimin asked feeling like he is intruding them now. Having an unsettling feeling his stomach. Feeling a little left out. Jimin mentally shaking his head, trying to reason with himself.

“We know Sunshine. Please forgive us we like to tease a lot. Especially if we think someone is cute. Especially someone like you.” Yoongi compliments Jimin with a little smirk showing.

Jimin cheeks turning the same color as his hair, “um thank you…. I think.” Jimin now turning shy, taking a sip of his beverage.

“All joking aside. What are you studying, I remember when you ran into me that you are taking physics class. I’m guessing you are in college?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin a little amazed and embarrassed that Jungkook remembered that, when they first met. “Yes I am. Still sorry that I ran into you. And to answer your question, I am studying Contemporary dance, so I can become a teacher.ー” Jimin explains. “ーI’m actually in a dance club at the University.”

“Oh really? Do you perhaps know a Jung Hoseok by any chance?” Yoongi asked looking towards Jimin.

“Yes I do!” Jimin beamed with happiness. “Do you know Hobi hyung as well?” He asked Yoongi with excited eyes.

Jungkook smiled, showing his bunny teeth(which Jimin thinks is cute but is too stubborn to admit it). “Yes we do. In fact we are friends with him, he is like family to us.”

Yoongi nodding his head in agreement. “You must be the talented little pink haired mochi he was talking about.” Yoongi grinning like a cat, and taking another sip of coffee.

Jimin rolling his eyes, not surprised that Hobi said that. Ever since the day Hoseok and Jimin met, Hoseok has been calling him mochi because according to Hoseok and the rest of the dance club thinks he looks a human mochi. Ever since that day the nickname kind of stuck, Jimin has gotten used to it because Hieran has been calling him that since they could talk. Jimin remembers when he told Hoseok that someone else already gave him that nickname, he looked like someone kicked his dog. Hoseok went a ten minute rant about how he doesn’t care who gave him that nickname first, he will always call him the human mochi. Jimin just shrugged and just told his hyung that it’s fine with him.

“Of course he said that, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t call me the human mochi every ten seconds.” Jimin sighs a little still remembering his hyung and Hieran’s argument about who is calling him mochi and who doesn’t. That was the longest hour of his and Yuxuan’s life.

“You else calls you mochi?” Jungkook asked this time, leaning forward putting his hand on his chin.

“Oh my best friend Hieran. We’ve been friends since we were babies.” Jimin explains. “I’m still trying to recover from her’s and Hobi hyung’s argument, and it’s been six months since that argument.”  Jimin groaning at that memory. As much as he loves those two, they are both too stubborn when they want to be.

“Oh jeez. I remember Hobi-ah ranting for ten minutes about a girl who wouldn’t let him call his favorite prodigy a mochi. God that was a nightmare.” Yoongi groaned a little, and Jungkook nodding his head in an agreement.

“Yeah me and her girlfriend Yuxuan were so close on separating them, because of how stubborn they were.” Jimin added.

“Sorry if this sounds offensive but did you say girlfriend?” Jungkook asked.

“Oh no that doesn’t sound offensive at all. Yeah Hieran is dating a girl name Yuxuan, they are both my friends really. Why is that a problem with you two?” Jimin asked in a sad voice, hoping they weren’t homophobic.

“Oh god no! We were just curious, and it be very hypocrite of us-” Yoongi continues.

“-especially since we are together.” Jungkook finished his sentence.

Jimin’s eyes widen a little, of course they are a couple. Jimin maybe oblivious to other things, but he can tell if someone are together or not. Jimin doesn’t know why but he starts to feel a little jealous? No that’s not the right feeling. Maybe envious? Nope still not the right feeling. Jimin can’t pinpoint the feeling, but he knows it’s not a complete good feeling either. It’s unfamiliar feeling that Jimin has, and he doesn’t really like it.

“ Does that bother you Jimin?” Yoongi interrupting Jimin’s train of thought. Jimin looking both at Yoongi and Jungkook. Maybe he is wrong but he could see slight a mix of hope and sadness in their eyes. Like they are hoping Jimin doesn’t have a problem them being gay, but sad if he does.

“No, course not! I mean like you two it would be a hypocrite of me having a problem with you two being a couple, considering I’m gay.” Jimin said in almost a whisper, looking down at his hands.

Yoongi and Jungkook both looked at each other, both please with Jimin’s reponse. Now they both know that Jimin swings that way, now they both want him even more than ever. Jimin looked up and saw both of them a little hope in their eyes.

“That’s good to know.” Jungkook smirking a little wider than usual.

“Really good to know.” Yoongi agreeing with Jungkook with the same smirk as him.

Jimin being a confused bun that he is, just shrugged it off thinking it is nothing, even though it is something. Suddenly Jimin felt his phone go off, he unlocked his phone and saw a text message from Yuxuan. 

He immediately replied to Yuxuan’s message and gathered his things. “I’m sorry for cutting this short but I have to go. Yuxuan just texted me saying she is ready. It was nice meeting you two.” Jimin bowed.

“It was nice meeting you too Jimin.” Yoongi giving Jimin his gummy smile.

“See you soon Princess.” Jungkook teased.

Jimin rolled his eyes at that nickname, waved goodbye to Yoongi and Jungkook and started to head out to the door. Now Yoongi and Jungkook are alone both of them looking at Jimin leaving, and walking across the street.

“What do you think hyung?” Jungkook asked, still looking a the pink haired boy getting smaller as he walks.

“I can understand why you like him Kook.” Yoongi answered, eyes still on Jimin as disappears into the crowd of people.

“And?”

“And I think we both want him.”

Jungkook looking at Yoongi with his hopeful doe eyes, smiling knowing what his hyung meant. “Who knew that Princess is friends with Yuxuan.” Looking at Yoongi with curious eyes.

“It’s been a long time since we seen her. I wonder how she’s been doing?” Yoongi asked, and looking at Jungkook with the same set of eyes. Curious on how the girl is doing, it’s been a while since they saw last saw her.

“Yuxuan, I wonder what you’ve been up to?” Yoongi asked to no one particular. Yoongi and Jungkook both sip their coffees. Both wondering how to win Jimin’s heart, and how Yuxuan is doing right now.

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Running Away (yoonmin & jikook) pt. 2

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“I feel like my heart is being pierced by a spear, over and over again.”

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yoongi pov

We head over to the hospital. Our newest member, Jungkook, accidentally fell down the stairs at the dorm and probably fractured his arm. We’re having it checked up.

“You seem excited to go to the hospital.” Jin hyung said to Jungkook as we were getting inside the car

“Yeah,” Jungkook says “I am.”

“Why?” Hobi asks

“I’ve got a friend who’s a doctor who works there.” Jungkook says

“Are you guys close?” Taehyung asks

“Yeah,” Jungkook said “we’re childhood friends. He’s two years older than me.”

“Wait,” Namjoon said “how is that possible that he’s already a doctor?”

“He graduated REALLY early.” Jungkook replies

“Then he must be really smart then.” Namjoon replies

“What’s his name?” I ask out of curiosity 

“Jiminnie!” he replies happily “He’s so cute!! He’s like a mochi! He’s also really short!”

Why does that name sound so familiar?

“His name is Jiminnie?” Taehyung asks

“No, that’s just my nickname for him.” he says “His name is-”

I couldn’t hear what he said because Jin suddenly yelled out “We’re here.”

Taehyung seemed to have heard what his name is though.

We walk towards the hospital and, as if on cue, Jungkook screams out “JIMINNIE~!”

He runs towards someone and engulfs them in a hug.

They guy is significantly shorter than Jungkook and he has light pink hair. I can’t see his face because Jungkook is blocking him.

“Why did you come here?” he asks

“I fell and uhm,” Jungkook says

“We just want to check if he broke his arm since he says it really hurts.” Jin said

“Eh?” he says “He doesn't look like he’s in pain.”

His voice is high and familiar.

“It’s because he’s excited to see you.” I reply and he turns to look at me

N-no...

It can’t be...

It’s Park Jimin...

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“You’re so clumsy!” Jimin says fondly to Jungkook “Where did you even fall?”

“Uhm,” Jungkook says “I fell down the stairs.”

“Did your arm land in an unusual position?” Jimin asks as he finishes up putting Jungkook’s arm in a sling

“Yes...” Jungkook says sheepishly 

“Aish,” Jimin says “you’re always checking up on me everyday to see if I’m okay, but it should be the other way around! I should be checking on you more often.”

They both seem oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Jimin seems oblivious to my presence in the room.

Oblivious to my staring...

He doesn’t care about you anymore...

Jimin checks on Jungkook’s face and arms with a worried look.

“What’s wrong Chim?” he asks

“Just double checking if you’re ACTUALLY alright.” he replies

“Jiminnie,” Jungkook says as he cups Jimin’s face in his hands “I’m fine.”

I need to restrain myself from slapping Jungkook’s hands away.

“You’re lucky that you just sprained your elbow!” Jimin says “Actually, you’re VERY lucky that it’s just a mild sprain!”

“Aww,” Jungkook says “I’ve missed you so much Jiminnie, even your nagging.”

Suddenly, Jungkook gets up and embraces Jimin with his good arm.

“Excuse me for asking,” Jin hyung says “but are you guys dating?”

“No!” Jimin screams out, blushing “I-I mean no, we’re j-just close friends.”

Jungkook is also saying nothing and he’s blushing.

I was apparently holding my breath because I started breathing normally again when I heard they weren’t dating.

“A-anyways,” Jimin says breaking the awkward silence “Jungkook’s done. I wrote down what he needs to do for his elbow. He needs to let it rest for about 4 weeks.”

“W-what?” Jungkook asks, bewildered “That’s too long!” 

“And whose fault is that you got injured?” Jimin asks giving him a pointed look “Listen, it you’re REALLY lucky, it can heal in 2 weeks at least.”

“B-but,” Jungkook tries to protest

“I’ll check up on you everyday, okay?” Jimin says “You have my phone number so tell me how it is everyday.”

“Don’t we already talk everyday?” Jungkook asks

“Yeah, but you need to tell me how your elbow is doing, okay?” Jimin asks

“Okay.” Jungkook says

“And it’s hyung to you!” Jimin says lightly hitting him on his good arm

“Don’t injure me more that I already am!” he whines 

“That didn't do anything!” Jimin says 

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Everyone was heading to the car, but I stayed behind and dragged Jimin into a corner.

“W-what are you doing?” Jimin asks

I embrace Jimin.

“I miss you.” I say

“No you don’t.” he replies

I stay silent, but I don’t let him go.

“W-why’d you do it?” he asks

“W-what?” I ask, pretending to be clueless 

“You know what.” Jimin says “Who was that person?”

“W-what person?” I ask actually confused 

“You know, still went to that bench even tho I knew you wouldn’t be coming,” He replies making me feel bad “and during one of those times, you actually came, with another person.”

Oh, he’s talking about her.

“A-and,” Jimin stutters “you k-kissed.”

“She’s gone, I swear.” I say “I left her because I still love you.”

“I-is she why you stopped visiting me?” he asks “I-is she why you left me?”

I hesitated and ended up not saying anything.

“Let go of me.” he says 

“No!” I say “Not again.”

“Let go of me!” he says but he doesn't do anything to make me let go of him “Please, I can’t bring myself to make you let go of me.”

Jimin starts to cry.

“Tell me why I should.” I say 

“B-because you hurt me.” he replies

It stung when he said that, but I still didn't let go.

“Then let me fix it.” I say

“What if I don’t want it to be you to fix it?” he asks

That stings even more.

“But I want to be the one to fix and love you.” I reply holding on to him tighter, crying even harder

“But what if I want it to be someone else?” he asks

“W-who?” I ask even tho I know the answer will hurt me

“Jungkook.” 

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should I make this the last part or no?

I plan to make a prologue 

:DD

disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story because they are real people. this is all fiction, just a story from my head.