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littlemisskookie · 1 year ago

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Crocodile Tears: Intro

Crocodile Tears: Index Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!BTS Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Weed (sorry it’s what helps get me in the mood to write these), Dirty Talk, Kink Shaming?, mentions of the reader being into kind of dark/taboo kinks, Jimin is incredibly mean for no reason, Reader is ridiculously horny and is good at weed Word Count: 2,397 A/N: This has now been edited and finalized which means I can get started on the first segment!

You coughed, smoke erupting from between your lips. You feel Jungkook's large hand offering a comforting (arousing) pat on your back, rubbing gently to comfort you out of your coughing fit. Damn, why'd you have to get horny when you were smoking weed? It didn't help that you were surrounded by perhaps the hottest guys on campus. Who would've thought that befriending fellow stoner, Hoseok, over a blunt in a party would lead to introducing you to his other stoner friends? Before you knew it, you guys would hang out regularly, bonding over a bong.

Today wasn't supposed to be any different from those days. You had smoked with these seven plenty of times before. Most of the time it was in Yoongi's studio apartment, practically hot boxing the small space.

Today though you guys were lucky. Namjoon's rich parents were going to be gone on a cruise for two weeks. You guys could smoke carefree in a nice ass mansion and not have to worry about the smell, as Namjoon assured you the maids would take care of it. (They much preferred Namjoon to his parents despite the weed smell assistances, probably because he's so charming. You didn't blame them. Namjoon had that old money charm, the type that would make you not hesitate to do whatever he asked.)

You guys brought bongs, edible gummies, baked goods, weed, pipes, snacks, water bottles, pens and carts- anything a proper stoner hangout would need.

Part of the reason the guys adored you so much was because you had the highest tolerance of any girl they ever met, which was very contradictory to first glance. You could outsmoke any man you met, and could brag you had never greened out despite the amount of weed you'd smoke once challenged. You could simply keep going, you were a beast, this was your talent. You were proud to say you had outsmoked each and every man in this room, earning their respect and the privilege of joining their smoking group. You weren't going to argue. You've never gotten so much free weed and attention from hot guys in your life. You were used to the attention it would bring you now for the most part. Cute girl who smokes weed? It's stoner boy kryptonite, basically your super power.

Except against one. There was one guy that definitely wasn't the most respectful to you, treating you like he barely even liked you, but for some reason you didn't find yourself minding. You don't think you'd mind it from any of these guys, but as it was, your stoner powers gave you a leg up on these guys. Most of them wouldn't dare think about disrespecting a deity like you.

That didn't mean you didn't have your moments of coughing, though. Usually you were better and holding it down nowadays, but it was a bigger hit than you were anticipating.

Jungkook pulled the bong back, face in front of yours to examine your expression. "You ok?" he asked. You look up at him, eyes locking. He's got that hooded eyes, hazy look in the eye that looked so similar to "fuck me" eyes. You didn't want to assume, though. Too many times guys told you it looked like you were giving them fuck me eyes when in reality out were simply stoned.

"I'm good," you assured, trying not to think about how good his lip ring looked. Shit, you were probably staring at it right now. You quickly turn away, feeling flushed, reaching for the plate of brownies you had pulled from the kitchen. "God, I'm having insane cravings right now, though!"

"Wait, Y/N, where'd you get those brownies?" Jin inquired, squinting down at your plate.

"In the kitchen. Namjoon said I could help myself to whatever food's there." You paused after scarfing down another bite. "Oh no, do these have more weed in them? I mean I think I'll be fine, but shit."

Jin's mouth dropped open. "Uh, no... not weed."

Your brows furrowed as you stared back at him. "What is it, then? Did you put fentanyl in brownies, Jin?!"

"God, no! Not fentanyl... aphrodisiacs," Jin sheepishly admitted.

"What the fuck, man, why'd you bring sex brownies to the party?" Yoongi laughed. "Trying to start an orgy or something?"

"No! Me and Y/N were just joking about it last time we hung out and were talking about those chocolates on tik tok that make you horny. She was like what if we all took one and saw what happened? I decided to make some myself and brought them. I didn't know Y/N was going to end up eating half of them herself!" Jin explained hurriedly, eyes glancing to you quickly for help.

"So you were trying to start an orgy!" Yoongi accused.

You bursted out laughing. "Well, that explains a lot. At least I can't overdose on aphrodisiacs. Teaches me not to let my munchies get the best of me." You turn to Jungkook, biting your lip at the sight of him. These sex brownies were really doing something to you. You're all giggly, though, from the weed. "Munch. Munchies. Do you think munches get munchies?"

"Y/N definitely seems high enough," Namjoon laughs. "Sorry you're just going to be stuck with the brownies... effects. You sure you'll be ok?"

You wave your hand dismissively. "I'll be fineeee. I'm basically horny most of the time anyways, this will be no different."

"TMI," Hoseok jokes, rolling his eyes.

You were fine.

For all of, like, ten minutes.

Once an hour had passed, you were practically wanting to jump out of your skin. You found your mind wandering off, you were biting your lips far more often than usual, your eyes weren't just blazed stupor, but full on fuck me eyes. You found yourself staring intently at your guy friends. Jimin's thick lips wrapping around a blunt, letting smoke pour out. The way he was staring back at you, almost suspicious. God, he'd probably be disgusted if we knew what sort of thoughts you were having about him. He always acted a bit disgusted by you. You eyes flitted away to his best friend next to him. Taehyung's hands gripping around the bong, elegant fingers wrapping around it, veins tracing along the middle. You wondered if he'd choke you if you asked. Wait stop. You try to keep your high mind from wandering off to dirty places and focus on what's in front of you. Jungkook's tattooed fingers as he rolled up a joint for you, doing so with such delicacy and precision. He was so careful, and was definitely the best at rolling. You sucked at it, and were grateful that Jungkook's attentive personality made him volunteer to be your personal roller. Without thinking, you bring your fingers up to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail as you stare at Jungkook with a certain intensity.

It was Taehyung who spoke to you first. "Y/N, you good? You looking kinda zoned out, there."

You snapped out of it, hand flying away from your mouth. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

"Your joint's done," Jungkook said, tatted hand offering it up to you.

"Thank you, Kookie," you grin, tussling his hair in front of you. Fuck, you wanted to grip it while his head was between your legs. You reach back, clearing your throat. "It's kind of hot in here, actually. I think I'll go to the balcony."

You hope they don't read too much into your need of absence, but who were you kidding. You were obvious.

You leaned against the railing of the balcony, enjoying the fresh air. You lit up the joint and inhale the smoke, opening your phone to distract yourself. With smut. Hey, horny brain has a one track mind? You pull up your fanfiction recommendation blog, mainly used to store your favorites and save for later, for times like these. You scroll past the stories, each depraved tag and recollection of the smut's materials not seeming like enough.

You clicked on the third story, entrenched in the words as you try to imagine the scene before you. The weed made your mind hazy. You didn't know how much time you had spent out here reading porn. The joint was already halfway finished.

You didn’t even notice the balcony door being open and shut behind you, finding yourself too engrossed in the words on your screen. Perhaps if you were sober, you’d have felt his presence behind you, eyes peering over your shoulder.

"What's sex pollen?"

You practically jumped out of your skin, squealing at the feeling of hot air against your ear. You spun around, lower back soon pressed against the railing as your space was invaded, to see Jimin, his red tinged eyes meeting yours. The one man here not impressed with your surprisingly high tolerance. Maybe because he of all people knew about deceiving appearances. He leaned in closer, far closer to you than he had ever been in the time you’ve spent with him and his friends. His chest was a mere few inches in front of yours, hands clasped against the railing beside yours, trapping you. The aphrodisiacs weren’t helping you, and you were feeling a certain type of way about having a handsome man so close to you.

"Jimin! What're you doing here?" Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, the anxiety overwhelming you at being caught.

"You've been out here for a while, the guys were getting worried about you," Jimin explained. A devious smirk formed on his lips. "Guess I should explain to them you're fine, just out here basically reading porn."

"I-I'm not-"

"Oh? What's sex pollen, then?" Jimin grabbed your phone, your reflexes too slow to stop him. He wore a shit eating grin as he watched your eyes flit between your phone and his face, unable to even process the beginning of your defeat. You were completely defenseless and stunned, not sure how to understand how he had beaten you so swiftly, or why he was particularly smug about it. You don't think he's ever smiled at you before, whether out of kindness or humor. This smile lacked both. This was a grin of enjoyment at the sight of you fussing and at his mercy. "Explain, Y/N."

You gulped. "I-It's just this like… trope.”

“Trope?” His thumb slides up the screen, the sentences scrolling by. “Seems pretty scandalous compared to your typical romance tropes. I don’t think I’ve heard of this one, before.”

“It’s more of a fanfiction trope than an actual literature trope…”

“Oh? How’s it work, then? What’s so appealing about it?” Jimin’s amused expression was in stark juxtaposition to your flushed, embarrassed one.

“U-Um… it’s w-when the person gets affected by this pollen or something in general that makes them all... needy. And they need someone to take care of it for them."

“Take care of it how?”

You huffed, irritated with his teasing. “What do you think? You already know. It’s called sex pollen for a reason, quit teasing me.”

"Oh?" Jimin quirked up a brow, obviously pleased with your embarrassment and stammering. His hand came up to your throat, and there was a hitch in your breath. "But it’s so fun.”

“No it’s n-not-“ It was hard to keep your sentences structured well as Jimin tilted your head back, hand sliding further up to your jaw, making you lean back. Adrenaline pumped through you has your anxieties increased, all to aware of you dangling halfway off the railing at this height.

“This trope of yours sounds very familiar. Taking aphrodisiacs, familiar.” His chuckle was taunting in your ear, his soft breath noticeable in the night air. “Hoping for something to happen, Y/N?”

"No, I-"

"Did you do it on purpose, sweetheart? Wanted one of us to take care of you? Put you out of your mercy and fuck you cause you need it so badly?"

You gasped at his words, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Your back was still arched against the railing, and both of your hands clasped around Jimin's arm for support, afraid of both falling back and falling into him. His muscles felt so firm underneath your fingertips , and you tried not to think about how much you had missed the feeling of digits on your throat. Jimin's eyes flit over to your screen, going back to scroll through the stories you saved. He could probably feel your heartbeat against his fingerprints quicken as he delved deeper into your trove of dark and twisted fantasies. "Fuck, this is some really nasty shit, Y/N. You're into some depraved shit. Alpha/Omega? CNC? Step-siblings? Always knew you were a pervert. Bet you've thought about us gang banging you before, huh?"

His canines gleam in the dim light, taunting you. Your wide eyes met his with terror, and you whimpered in his hold.

"Fuck, Jimin, please please please don't tell them-" you pleaded.

"But how can I keep this to myself?" In horror, you watched his devious fingers tap against your phone screen, airdropping your blog of fanfiction collections to the rest of the house. He let you go, allowing you to catch your breath as he backed away from you. Fishing out his own phone, he accepted the request. He waved your own screen in front of your face, taunting you with your own powerlessness. You grab it from him, staring in horror as you see that three people accepted the airdrop. Fuck. It wasn't like you could even pretend it wasn't you, your name was attatched. The worst part is you didn't even know who accepted it, the names only being "iPhone".

You stared up at Jimin in horror, only to see his sadistic grin as he scrolls through your personal porn stash. "Don't worry, I'll make all your dirty fantasies come true," Jimin chuckled. "I’ll be a bit busy for now, though. Have to catch up on some light reading. Besides,” he turned towards the door, looking back to you with devious excitement. “You’re a big girl, I’ll let you take care of this by yourself.”

He left you alone on that balcony, gawking and trembling, wondering just what would happen if you were to step back in that house.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #Jimin smut #taehyung smut #v smut #bts fanfiction #bts #bang tan #jungkook fanfiction #Jimin fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #Yoongi smut #Namjoon smut #suga smut #Agust d #rm smut #Jin smut #Seokjin smut

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stopaskinf · 3 months ago

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The type of guy to look through your photos and message you around 3 am saying:

“I think I have a crush on you”

Doesn’t matter if yall are pre-relationship, post relationship, or actively dating or married. He just needs to tell you how gorgeous he finds you. He needs you to know that you constantly give him butterflies. He’s absolutely whipped.

-Mingi, Yunho, DK, Wonwoo, Scoups, Soobin, Mingyu, Han, Hyunjin, Wooyoung, Bangchan, Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jongho, Hongjoong

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httpseungmxn · 6 months ago

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The Club

Multi-fandom x Reader

🍰 - smutty

Authors note: Welcome in to my darkest desires fic. This is the smuttiest smut I have ever written in all my years of writing. It is rather short since I mentioned its a mini fic. I, however, will make sure that it has plenty for you all to enjoy. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: This is straight smut, no fluff or angst. PIV smut. Spit swapping. Slight cum eating. Panty snatching. Strangers to one-night-stand. Unprotected sex. (wrap it up irl)

Triggers: As far as I’m aware none. Alcohol mentioned.

The club was a dangerous place. That’s what you had come to realize. What made you think this?

Maybe the large hands gripping your ass tight as his dick drives deep into you. No man had ever made you feel this way before. No stranger had ever managed to seduce you into having sex with him in a random hall at the club before. It was only supposed to be a fun night out with your bestfriend just having a few drinks and doing some dancing.

You hadn’t even known him five minutes before you were weak in the knees and yearning for him. Only knowing his name and that he was accompanied by his own group of friends. One of his friends who had scooped your bestfriend up and took her home for the night. Not that you seemed to mind too much since it was obvious you were ending up in the same exact position as her.

Only difference was, you were in the club still barely hidden from people's eyes with your legs over his shoulders so he could get himself deeper in your hole. Though maybe that made things a little more exciting, the thought of getting caught being fucked by a stranger in a club. That would be a story to tell your friend when you saw her again.

Three drinks was all you had and they weren’t strong enough to get you drunk but you were clearly tipsy which made it feel like the pleasure was heightened. Your cheeks are a rosy color both from drinking and the heat you both were producing in the already hot club. As far as you could see his were as well. Staring at him for a moment to admire what you had managed to get with from just a little bit of grinding on the dance floor.

An unintentional moan suddenly left your lips as you hit your peak, gripping his shirt tightly to keep yourself grounded. His thrusts had begun to get sloppy and a few barely audible whimpers left his lips. God, those whimpers were a beautiful symphony to your ears that you would gladly listen to again. Your orgasm finally coming to its end managed to sober you up a bit, feeling a little bit of sensitivity as he continued to plow into you.

Pulling the handsome stranger in for a deep and wet kiss, your tongue pressing flat to his. Eating up all the sounds that left his lips as he came deep inside of your pretty little cunt. Milking him of his cum while pulling back from the kiss. Looking up to him again and feeling your heart fluttering at the dopey but charming smirk he was giving you.

“ round two at my place? “

Authors ending note: “round two at my place?” had me giggling like a little bitch 🤭🫣 All simping aside though, what did we think of this one? It was a bit longer than I really intended for it to be but I just couldn’t help myself, I got drawn into writing again. Let me know what you all thought of this and tell me in the comments if you want more!

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peachyjins · 1 year ago

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294. [SCAN] BTS BANG BANG CON THE LIVE; 방방콘 The Live Message Card Photocards (1/4)

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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago

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SUGA | AGUST D TOUR : D-DAY POSTERS ⤷ 23.04.21 1PM KST | ig ; twt (click for hi-res)

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mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa · 3 months ago

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Suga and Bang PD: Is anyone else confused?

let's start with Suga, reputable initial reports stated his alcohol level was 0.08% yes there was confusion over the scooter too. But for nearly 24hrs the reports seem to more or less corroborate HYBE and Yoongi's statements. Then suddenly, the level was over 0.227% and Suga could face jail time.

I find it very strange... until you factor into the possibility that HYBE and Yoongi are taking the hit because of this...

A big political scandal nothing in the main headlines other than Yoongi.

In the end though I predict Yoongi will get a bug find and along term ban from driving.

Now if the Yoongi stuff is weird, what about Bang PD and two very racy and controversial social media influencers hanging out and being photographed. It just seems odd. I wonder if something might be about to drop about Bang PD in the ongoing Min Heejin drama, something that being seen with some 'sexy' young women might help his image with.

I just find it all so odd.

#bts #yoongi #suga #bang si hyuk #bang pd

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asainloversmen · 2 months ago

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Loving more then one person in different ways

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donghyuckkies · 2 years ago

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yoongi for mairie claire

#dailybts #userbangtan #dailydaegu #cyphernet #suga #agust d #yoongi #kpopgfxnetwork #ultkpop #ksoloists #annietrack #usersun #userzaynab #wonranglee #jennahui #marsgfx #banging my head against the wall #stop!simping!over!yoongi!!!

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your-local-skz-fan · 2 months ago

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All my biases😀

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nucleo-bang-tan · 6 months ago

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The Uisa's Daughter | Chapter 111: Her Kidnapping

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Future!Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight!Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut

Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes

Warning/s (Do not read if you want some suspense): Major characters' death, forceful marriage, blood and lots of it, cliffhanger again sorry, MC is not a pedo don't worry!!!!

Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula.�� Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.

Chapter Summary: You're the black cat, crossing everyone's paths.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Teaser Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV

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In the dance of power, innocence is often the first casualty – and in this case, it's your innocence.

You never suspected your father capable of such treachery against his beloved companion. Your tears were the face of shattered hopes of a future and the deep melancholy of a daughter left behind by her own blood.

You tried to make sense of it all. And the more you thought of it, the less it did.

You were on your bed, crying and panicking. The way your hands couldn't stay still and the way your breath wasn't any better made Yoongi more worried than he liked to admit.

"You know..." He spoke impulsively, "I wish I could help. I wish I could kill that bastard."

You sobbed into your pillow, as Yoongi sat on the floor beside your bed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You had politely asked him to leave before your breakdown but he stayed put.

You wondered why, and so did Yoongi.

"Kitten..." He sighed, "Y/n, talk to me."

"Mr. Min, I-"

"Yoongi. Call me Yoongi." He cut you off.

"I don't want you t-to see me like this. Please l-leave me be."

Yoongi wished he would have thought before what he did next before he did it, but he couldn't.

He wished he could just have left and let you sob to your content, but he couldn't.

He got up from the floor and sat on the bed. The slight dip felt was enough to startle you and you sat upright.

Yoongi couldn't help but feel sorry for you. Your cheeks were stained, eyes red from the constant outpour of tears, and your nose irritated from all of this.

"I-I'm sorry." You bowed slightly.

Yoongi was never big on emotions or comforting others, he never believed in it. Always declaring emotions as a waste of time.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"I-I shouldn't be crying but I feel s-so overwhelmed." You sobbed out.

"You're making me worried, and I never get worried."

You looked away for a moment before looking back to him, "I'm sorry, Yoongi. But I wish to be alone right now."

He let out a sour chuckle, "I don't think that's a good idea. My mind doesn't want you to be alone right now. I-" He really wasn't consenting to his words right now. They were involuntary.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Do you... wish for some comfort?"

You looked at him, confused etched on your tear-streaked face, "What do you mean?"

It was an impulse for him, he didn't think twice, heck, he didn't think at all when he hugged you.

You let out a gasp. You had never been close to anyone except Taehyung. You didn't hug him back. You knew what Taehyung told you about men.

But the way his hug felt so comfortable and affectionate had you tearing up even more.

He felt warm and cozy, which was honestly something you needed on a night when your own father pushed you into the blizzard to save himself.

"I know it's not alright and this is the least I can do to help you." His embrace grew tighter.

You felt like you could trust him, so you did.

You closed your eyes and let it all out.

How your father treated you, how the benevolent King Jeon was actually the vilest of them all, how you wished Taehyung could just run away with you to another country.

Yoongi listened to it all. He stayed there even when you asked him to leave. He held you when you didn't even know you needed it.

How he wished he could stop your breath from shaking and your body from trembling. It sure was cold but your body was colder.

He stayed there till you fell asleep, tired from all the stimuli and trying to escape reality. Even when you did fall asleep, he stayed there, thinking.

He stayed there thinking till he finally found a solution.

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"Do you have no shame?" Your mother chastised.

You tried to explain, "I couldn't help it. I-"

"Your face is puffy and your eyes are bloodshot. Did you not think twice before crying? King Jeon won't like you like this."

You looked down at your hands in your lap, wondering where Taehyung would be at the moment.

It was already the day of the big wedding, and your maids were getting you ready for it.

They carefully applied a thick layer of makeup which was miles lighter than your actual skin and tied your hair into a bun adorned with beautiful clips.

You had to acknowledge how stunning you looked.

The red hanbok was sent by your soon-to-be husband. You had to give it to him; he chose it wisely. The hanbok was accompanied by a note that said, 'Do not try to resist or I will make you regret it.' You didn't have to read the name signed below to know it was the King who wrote it.

A maid knocked on the door before opening it, "The carriage has arrived, mistress." she said to your mother.

The carriage.

It was a one way ride, you weren't coming back.

"Alright then, Y/n. Let us leave." Your mother suggested and you nodded, your voice being too fragile to speak.

As you came out of your room, you could see tens of guards making sure the whole ordeal goes smoothly. This could also be a reason why Taehyung couldn't contact you.

You carefully looked around examining every path for escape but the guards where somehow everywhere.

Reaching the one person palanquin, you climbed into it. Four of the King's finest and strongest men lifted the carriage, the movement was comfortable to say the least but the situation was anything but.

All you thought about was Taehyung and how you hadn't met him in a week. You knew Taehyung. It wouldn't take a day or two for him to contact you somehow. But he didn't. That made you more than worried for his wellbeing. Did Yoongi tell the King? It was highly unlikely but possible.

As your procession walked towards the palace, Yoongi walked beside your ride keeping an eye on everything and everyone.

"Yoongi..." You called to him, curtains to the side.

It didn't take a second for him to attend to you, "What is it, kitten?"

You gestured him to come closer and he leaned towards your carriage. "Any word from Taehyung?" You whispered.

"He is fine, I promise. You'll meet him soon." He whispered back.

You were relieved but you still asked, "Soon? What do you mean?"

"You'll see." He smiled and closed the curtain leaving you in concern and partial darkness.

It wasn't long before you felt your carriage being placed on the ground. That was your cue to gracefully exit the carriage and you did.

As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted with familiar palace walls. You did love the palace but not the people who inhabited it.

You often remembered the kind and beautiful queen. King Jeon never let you interact with her much but whenever you did, she was pleasant.

The King never treated her warmly as far as you remembered. You could trust him on doing the same to you.

Whispers of admiration towards you and the King could be heard from the crowd of guests and family members.

The whispers were too loud for you, the attire too stuffy, the palace too humid, and suddenly you were panicking.

Your breath ran short as you walked towards where the King sat. You didn't even dare to look up at him or at the people surrounding you.

It was a sudden sense of suffocation that washed over you. You knew it was unreasonable. You were living someone's dream life, marrying the King of the country and enjoying the luxuries of his palace, every woman in the kingdom was jealous of you.

But you could not even pretend to be happy. Not when the groom was not Taehyung. Not when you were currently walking towards your eternal damnation.

You tried to look as calm as possible and you were sure no one knew what went through your mind.

You didn't want to look at your future husband's face, you were sure you'd slap him.

You didn't look at him when he offered you his hand to help you sit down near him. But you took it, a gesture that widened his smirk.

You bowed before sitting down next to him. The hanbok was too thick and the make-up, too compact. So it was a relief for you to be sitting down.

Your father was the one who poured in the rich rice wine into small cups. It was a ritual to be married in such a way.

All you had to do was drink with King Jeon and exchange a few acknowledgements and gifts. That was all you needed to get married to him.

You loved weddings when you were a child. The lavishly decorated and deliciously catered occasion for the uniting of two individuals.

Ofcourse you didn't realise it then, that the two people didn't even see each other before, it was all diplomatic, materialistic and arranged by their families.

You picked up the cup, albeit gently, unlike the eager man beside you who took the cup and downed the wine in a single breath.

All eyes were on the bride. You were supposed to follow suit.

But before you could bring it closer to your mouth, a collective gasp and a few screams were heard, making everyone look in that direction. The people there had dispersed, one of the soldiers dropped dead on the ground.

The man standing above him and the person responsible for this was none other than your lover, looking determined. You knew the look in his eyes, he'd rather die than abandon the goal at hand.

"What is the meaning of this?" The man beside you yelled.

The men and women scattered, every single one was scared for their lives. It didn't take long for the people to exit the palace.

The competent guards of the palace didn't take long to surround Taehyung. But he had brought back-up of his own. His mates looked like old farmers from his neighbourhood who held swords with the confidence of seasoned warriors.

"T-Taehyung." Your voice was faint but he could hear it through all the commotion. Taehyung looked at you and flashed a quick smile before dodging an attack from a palace guard.

His uncomplicated grin spoke more than words, and it was reassuring.

He was here to rescue you.

Amongst all the chaos, you felt a pointed object against your spine, making you freeze up.

But a familiar voice spoke, smirk evident in his comment, "We're kidnapping you, kitten."

The King, who sat beside you was extremely vexed, "Yoongi, kill that man!"

Yoongi replied snarkily, "If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat. But old man, I don't think I want to,"

The aged man was startled. His most trusted and reliable soldier betraying him like this? Looking at the sword pointed at your back, he realised Yoongi was involved with Taehyung.

The King could burst a vein with how angry he was now, "Guards, capture Yoongi!" He proceeded to look at your lover, "And as for Taehyung..."

How did he know his name? You thought. But that was the least of your worries right now. Taehyung and Yoongi were fighting for you. So you did the best you could, you got up and tried to run.

But King Jeon was a king for a reason, and with his agile movements, he got a hold of you by your hair. You let out a whimper at the pain.

Yoongi, who had already defeated all the guards around him, charged forward with his sword to stab through the King's body.

But he was stopped and rivalled by a soldier, possibly of higher order, who wore a helmet. Only his eyes were exposed.

Yoongi only gave a smug look to the man, "Ah, look who finally decided to show up. I'm not the one you need to protect her from..."

As you watched the confrontation unfold, you noticed the way they knew each other, a flicker of familiarity in Yoongi's eyes.

The King handed you to a couple of guards. Struggling against the firm grip of the guards holding you back, your eyes desperately seeked out your lover in the chaotic scene. Their hold tightened as you fight to break free.

Taehyung was still going strong against the never-ending number of guards, despite his comrades being either dead or injured.

"Tsk, tsk, be gentle with your future queen." The King said to the guards manhandling you.

A groan from Yoongi's direction was followed by a thud.

You looked at him, he was held sword-point by the unknown, high ranking soldier, unable to move as the blade pressed against him.

You were in disbelief, you knew Yoongi to be one of the strongest man in the kingdom. The fact that someone like him couldn't last mere minutes in front of that soldier was petrifying.

"Kill that traitor." King Jeon ordered, but the soldier hesitated. It was possibly due to him being familiar with Yoongi.

"No! Please, don't do it!" You begged, trying to loosen the grip of the guards.

The soldier was seemingly torn between what he was supposed to do and what he wanted to do. His exposed eyes held softness while he looked at you.

"You're useless!" The old man yelled and yanked the sword out of the soldier's hands.

The scene that unfolded in front of you made you lose all the fight inside of you. The King laughed maniacally as Yoongi slowly began to lose blood. The guards looked startled, a man like that dying at the hands of the King himself.

The sword had pierced right through his chest, leaving no chance of survival.

The sight of blood never made you nauseous but this time was an exception. You felt dizzy looking at Yoongi and his large wound. Yet, you couldn't see him clearly because of your tear filled eyes.

You cried but Yoongi simply chuckled, "You..." He pointed at the man who pushed the sword into him, his drowsy eyes boring straight into his. You could tell he was in a lot of agony but he didn't show any.

"I have something you don't, you bastard..."

The King scoffed, "And what might that be?"

Yoongi looked at you, who was crying and even though you didn't want to fight anymore, you struggled to get out from the guards' grip.

"Someone to cry for me when I die..."

"I have tens of thousands of people to cry for me, you imbecile."

Yoongi laughed, still looking at you, "Just kill me, already."

And with that, the old man pulled the sword back and plunged it again but this time, hitting Yoongi's heart.

You could see the light disappear from his eyes. His blood that flowed drenched your already red hanbok. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, assaulting your senses and making it hard to breathe. You watched helplessly as the person that gave you comfort all these days when Taehyung couldn't, someone you could call your friend, bled to his demise.

But now, the King was done with Yoongi, he laid his eyes on the mastermind— Taehyung.

"My dearest queen, let's make this easier for both of us, shall we?" His malicious voice echoed through the battlefield that was once a wedding.

King Jeon walked away from Yoongi's lifeless body and cued the soldier to fight the resilient yet tired Taehyung. You had no time for mourn for your friend when you realised where the two of them were headed.

"N-No! Taehyung!!" You screamed, falling down on your knees. The situation would have been so much easier if you knew how to fight, or were stronger.

Your call caught Taehyung's attention. He realised what the old man had done and was planning to do next.

Taehyung wiped the blood on his cheek and cleaned his palm for a better grip on the sword.

The soldier cracked his neck before attacking Taehyung. The clanking of their swords kept you at the edge. You knew Taehyung couldn't win against him but there was still some hope.

Until there wasn't.

Regret is a funny thing.

You trust yourself while doing the actions, you trust the others around you. Barely thinking about the results, the consequences. But time takes it all away and you're left with this disgusting feeling called hate and annoyance of your past self clawing it's way until it finally breaks you.

You always thought of life as a matter of the present. To forget the past and live carefree of the future. No regrets.

Oh, but you were only human.

A human full of regrets.

Would it be better if you had ran away with him?

Should you have had exposed the Emperor the minute you knew what he wanted?

Would you not be stuck here if you knew your father better?

....should you not have asked for some better vegetables that day?

It was all your fault your lover was here, bleeding out his insides. You saw as the King pushed the sword deeper into the gaping male in front of you.

The sharp tip of the legendary white tiger sword was now covered in blood, some dripping off the edge of it. You would ask how his lowly self dared to wield it but you needed to get your thoughts straight first. You opened your mouth to speak but all that was let out was a whimper.

Taehyung coughed up blood and looked at you with sad eyes. This could have gone better. His eyes spoke a clear message. He regretted it all. Just like you did.

But one thing he didn't regret was loving you. Heck, he couldn't help it no matter how much he tried.

"This is what you get for committing treason against me." The king spoke from behind Taehyung. His voice coming out with a series of pants. He didn't seem to regret a thing.

"T-Tae..." Your voice came out more silent than intended. "Taehyung?" Was the only word you could form.

Blood spilt from his mouth as he tried to smile for a reply. He wanted to run to you. Embrace you while petting your hair, tell you he'll be fine.

He saw as you cried for him, your brain barely registering the existence of tears and focusing more on the sight in front of you.

"What was that? Still speaking of this wreched man's name?" The king scoffed and abruptly pulled his sword out of the bleeding man. You let out a scream of his name and got away from the guard, running towards Taehyung who fell to his knees.

The king smirked evilly above him, "I told you, I'll make you regret it, Y/N."

The soldier's eyes widened. How could the King interrupt his fight like this? How could he stab a man that had his back to him? But more importantly, the soldier saw as you hugged and cried for Taehyung.

"T-Tae, please, hang on..." You cupped his cheeks and placed your forehead against his, a gesture that was so familiar to you, but his blood that now stained your palms was anything but.

The struggle to kidnap you had now ended with Yoongi losing his life and Taehyung lying bloodied on the ground.

"I love you, I love you..." He muttered, wiping your tear but in the process, leaving a blood streak across your cheek.

"You can't l-leave me like this..." You cried.

"Ah, how fun. I didn't know the two of you were lovebirds." The King let out.

You looked at him, expecting something but you knew all you were going to get was disappointment, so you spat, "Fuck off, you are a coward."

"Pretty mouth..." He said before cueing his guards to hold you.

You tried your best to stay with Taehyung, but 3 grown men against you wasn't a fair deal. But they didn't take you far, infact they held you tightly right in front of Taehyung.

Your eyes were on Taehyung's until the old man blocked your line of sight.

"Now, open up. Drink the wine, we are not married yet, remember?" He said.

"Never, I don't wish to marry you. You deserve hell."

He clicked his tongue, "I don't like use my strength on women, but a fiesty one like you..." He forcefully grabbed your cheeks with one hand and poured the wine down your throat with the other.

And that sealed your fate. You were married to the King and were the Queen of the Jeon Empire.

You tried your best to spit it out but the man held your mouth shut.

King Jeon ordered the guards to take you away.

The last thing you saw before leaving the place was a Taehyung whose chest didn't show any signs of breathing.

He died as well.

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The guards had locked you in a lavish room. No window was left open, the only ventilation being the very small vents.

You could only assume it was the Queen's chambers or worse, the King's. You looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly help you escape.

But then it hit you, where were you going to escape to? With whom were you going to escape with?

You knew what happened with bodies of traitors or revolters; they were fed to dogs and wolves.

The realisation that you could never hold Taehyung crept up on you.

Maybe you were dreaming, maybe you were sleeping on Taehyung's lap, near the lake and he was caressing your hair.

But it wasn't a dream, you knew it wasn't. You were now married to the 'benevolent' Emperor. And your only light in a tunnel filled with darkness was no more.

You banged at the door, a kind maid could perhaps open it for you, but you knew it was impossible, the King had everyone under his spell, and those who weren't, well...

You bawled, tugged at your hair, as an effort to let out all the pain. Taehyung was dead, and now you had no reason to be alive. You didn't know what to do, now that the only one that made you feel was gone.

But you wished you had never met him, he would have been well off, with someone else, living his best life.

You were the black cat, bringing bad luck to whoever crossed paths with you. Your father's cover was blown because the King wanted you and investigated deeply about him.

Yoongi died because he made friends with you and felt sympathy for you.

And Taehyung died because he loved you. Because you were simply selfish and wanted to love him as well. You should have let him go the moment you knew your father was suspicious.

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"Your majesty, the Queen is burning up!" You couldn't see as your vision was blurry but you could faintly figure out what was going on.

A maid who was sent to check up on you found you lying near the door of your chambers. You had fever, and it was anything but mild.

Slipping in and out of wakefulness, you could make out a rather familiar pair of eyes and a few curses. You realised it was the soldier from earlier but you were too out of it to figure out what he actually looked like.

You could feel him pick you up and take you somewhere in a rush, probably the doctor.

You could also hear his drowned out voice when he placed you down.

"Please, do everything you can. I beg you."

You had surely passed out after that because the next thing you knew, you were still weak but felt much better.

You slowly opened your eyes, realising you were in your new chambers. Your red hanbok which was covered in blood, was long discarded.

"Oh, my Queen. You're awake!" A rejoiced voice said.

Squinting, your eyes found themselves on a a well built man. Your body was extremely feeble, you couldn't even get up.

He smiled, "You were asleep for 3 days. I'll tell the maids to provide you with some liquids."

"W-Who are you?" You asked.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, the palace doctor."

You had heard about him from your father. He was the second best doctor in Hanseong, after your father ofcourse. Kim Namjoon was younger than you when he was scouted as a doctor, making him one of the youngest.

"You had a lot of dreams- nightmares, if you will. Was it about your attempted kidnapping on your wedding day?"

Your eyes filled up, you didn't want yourself to remember those events. The images of Yoongi and Taehyung made a noticeable taste of bile crawl up your throat.

"I'm sorry, your majesty. I'll leave you alone. Please call me if you need anything." He bowed and left your chamber.

You put all your strength to sit up on the bed. You closed your eyes and swallowed the hard truth.

Was this it? Was this really it?

You felt your throat was dry due to days of being without water. You felt your eyes scan over something, or was it someone?

You looked again just to find a pair of big doe eyes staring at you from the slightly ajar door.

You blinked a few times and the pair of eyes mirrored you.

"Hey, I can see you." They were those of a small child judging from the height. "You can come inside." The child hesitated but decided to push the door fully open and enter.

Your breath hitched, why did he look so familiar. You could immediately place it, he looked similar to the kid from your recurring dream. But for some reason he didn't look older than 7 years or so.

"Come here, dear." You said. He carefully walked towards your bed and bowed. He didn't look like a maid's child, infact he looked like he was royalty.

"I'm Y/n, what's your name?" You smiled, extending your hand to him.

He placed his smaller one into yours, "I'm Jeon Jungkook."

#bts fic #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #nucleo bang tan #new writer boost #kim taehyung #bts kim namjoon #bts min yoongi #bts min suga #bts suga #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #the uisa's daughter

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mykoreanlove · 8 months ago

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the angst bundle

for when you wanna be in your feels, tissues may be recommended

CHAN - 솔직한 이야기 // an honest talk // construed // 💔 // comparisons

CHANGBIN - we can't date

MINHO - disconnected. // you get what you are 💔 // leave you loving you // for good

HYUNJIN - rotten fruit // the ex-fling // dating ban // DOPAMINE.

FELIX - AVOIDANT // the voice within

HAN - scarred // Marilyn. // sofa sessions

I.N - I may be burnt, but I still carry warmth within, right?

JACKSON - on being real // conversations with love // AM hours. // you're sick

NAMJOON - dying three times over // say you forgive me

SUGA - Tsundere ツンデレ

V - pushpull // for us

JIMIN - city lights

JUNGKOOK - to you, lil kookie

HOBI - mislead in a cap

TAEMIN - cheating

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myobsessionsspace · 6 months ago

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Rookie King

‘Open Up Your Heart’ (Part 2)

source: bangtan subs part 1 and part 2

Years Later…

#BTS #Rookie King #Bang PD #Choreographer Song #BTS Managers #RM #Jin #SUGA #j-hope #Jimin #V #Jungkook

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romancefranaticstay · 8 months ago

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F⋆i⋆r⋆s⋆t⋆ ⋆s⋆i⋆g⋆h⋆t

This is comedy, drama, romantic serie

All members are included but its technically...

Hyunjin x reader

A new day, at a new school... In Korea. At the moment your life was upside down after the sudden decisions your parents made.

Your parents wanted to move to Korea, because it is a safe country, but they never thought about you. You knew how to speak the Korean language, okay, you know how to write it... but you had to leave everything you loved behind.

Your friends, your childhood...

It wasn't very easy to step in that airplane, it really wasn't. Your parents had to force you to go in that plane.

The worst thing first, you heard the Korean school system was pretty strict and there was a high percentage for bullying at those schools. You tried to mentally prepare yourself during the summer vacation, but there was only a week left.

Your uniform was at least decent....

To be honest, the schooluniform was pretty awesome. Because your old uniform was pretty... how an you say it... horrible... a crime towards fashion you might say.

You were actually the most scared of the students, because you were scared what they would think about you.. would they judge you because you weren't actually born in Korea? Would they judge you because you have (choose a country) roots?

Maybe they would be fascinated... yeah lets hope for the best you know!

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During the last week you tried to change yourself up a bit. And you also tried to think about other stuff in the mean time. It didn't really help the stress, but you could atleast try...

You had a lot of fun actually decorating your room. It was very cozy actually your new room, and you actually hope to get your 'k-drama' school life...(ofcourse that isn't going to happen... really not).

The last two days were actually pretty calm, your moods changed from time to time and you weren't really focusing on it. You were missing your friends back home, ofcourse you always could call them or chat with them, but its never going to be the same...

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You were laying in bed, staring towards your ceiling, and you were stressed out. Today was official your last day and tommorow was your first day. Actually you were stressed but also kind of exciting. A new school is always a bit exciting.

You went early to bed, you alreaddy packed your school supplies, you went to the hairsalon alreaddy, you did set a alarm for tommorow at 6 a.m. just to be sure,... you have done everything to be prepared for your big day...

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*beep beep beep beep*

'Dammit.' you gasped, reaching out for your heart. You slammed on your clock to put it off. Ofcourse not slamming to hard, so it wouldn't break.

You weakly stood up and went towards the bathroom.

'I am a fricking mess.' you thought by yourself. You started to brush you teeth, to style your hair, to put some 'natural-girl' make-up on and ofcourse some earrings.

You went downstairs, greeting your parents and getting your lunchbox.

'I am going to head out.' you waved. 'Bye bye.'

You took your bike and started to drive off. Looking around, just fascinated about the surroundings. It felt off, to be here. You saw some other students on your way to your school. You also saw someone who immediatly caught your eye while passing by.

A boy with big plump lips, dark eyes, and black hair. His face was just, how could you describe it, lets just call it 'chefs-kiss'. His uniform was the same as yours. So that meant you went both to the same school. You hoped that you will see him at school frequently.

You walked inside and everyone stared at you. Nobody ever saw you at this school so it was pretty normal. You also weren't from Korea, maybe thats why.

You explored the school a bit, looking around, wandering behind people. There was a big library at the school, it was well organized and actually very quiet. I know you might say: your supossed to be silent in a library, but still. Not even a single word. You couldn't hear any whispers. It was a bit weird you thought.

The bell ringed and you first went to a secretary. Because how was you supossed to know were to go?

'Goodmorning miss, mine name is I/N Y/N. I am new at this school and i never got the information where classes are or where to go.'

'Oh sweetty, i will get you all the papers and someone to show you around. No worry's!'

'Thank you.' it was a very nice old lady behind the desk. She didn't seem very old but still.

You waited for maybe 2/3 minutes when she arrived with some papers.

'Here are your classes, the number of the classroom you can find next to your lectures. I will lead you towards your classroom, okay darling?'

you nodded. You followed her into a big hallway, with everywhere classes with learning students. They were very focused. You two walked a bit further until she stopped infront of a classroom. Classroom number 705.

She knocked two time's.

'Goodmorning, i've got a new student for you.'

'Ahh, welcome miss..' he looked towards a piece of paper 'I/N Y/N.'

'I will take care of her further.' the man said to the old lady.

'Could you introduce yourself to the classroom?'

'Mine name is I/N Y/N, like you all heard. I am sixteen, i just moved to Korea maybe two months ago.'

'You can take a seat at the back next to... Han Jisung.' he pointed towards a young student.

You seated yourself next to him. He was quite silent, even tho his face shined some kind of cozy, warm type of feeling out. He wasn't very talkactive at first, but when the teacher assigned you both to do some groupwork it was laughing, pointing and angry teacher.

It all started like this...

'Hey, mine name is Y/N, by the way.'

'Nice to meet you, mine name is Han.'

'Okay lets start with it! So what do we have to do?'

'Why are you looking at me? How am i supossed to know?'

'Look i am the new student here, i shouldn't be alreaddy in the end-zone.'

'I shouldn't either.'

'Lets just look what the others are doing will you?'

'Why are they mixing something together.'

'Because maybe this is science?'

'Oh yeah, thats right. How hard can it be?'

'Yeah actually, its just mixing some stuff together.'

'Okay lets just take this.' he had a cup of purple stuff in his hand.

'Why that?'

'Because the colors of the rest are like magnenta kind of color, so we will just mix purple and blue together.'

'Thats actually smart.'

(by the way, it wasn't right.)

'Okay so... uhmmm why is it boiling?' you asked.

'Uhmmm, this wasn't supossed to happen actually...'

'O my god, its rising.'

'Oh no no no no.'

'Lucky that we are in the back of the class.'

'O no noo noo, it doesn't stop rising.'

'Oh no no no no, what are we going to do?'

'I don't know, how am i supossed to know?!'

'Why don't you know anything?'

'Wait i have a idea, just pour it out in the sink next to use.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah, yeah just do it.'

you poured it out in the sink and... nothing happend. Strange...

'You smart-pants, nothing happend.'

'See, mister smart to your service.'

you both laughed.

'You know, because you are new, we are officially now friends.'

'Thats cool.'

'So i will introduce you to mine friendgroup if you don't might.'

'Why would i?'

'They are kinda hyper-active, you know?'

'Thats okay.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah yeah.'

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You both were walking out of the class, talking and gossiping about your class-students. You two really had a connection. You both also were very loud so those students alreaddy knew you talked about them.

You saw a bench full of boys. They alreaddy turned their heads when they heard you both laughing and shouting loud. Han waved towards them from a distance. You saw a familiar face...

'Hey whatsupp guys, this is Y/N.'

'Hey.'

'Whatsupp.'

'Hello.'

'Hi-i.'

'Hey Y/N.'

'Hi.'

'Mhm.'

You felt someone staring at your body. Suddenly you locked eyes with that boy, that boy you saw on your bike.

'This are Seugmin, Bangchan, Changbin, Lee Know, Felix, Jeongin and Hyunjin.'

... His name was Hyunjin.

'Nice to meet you all.'

'So you are the new student?' Changbin asked.

'Yeah, i am.'

'So are you single?'

'I am a single pringle, indeed.'

'Your funny.' Felix smirked.

'I know.'

'Aahaaa, i know, you know, Lee Know!' Han shouted.

They all laughed but suddenly Lee Know stood up and he ran after Han.

'Oh no, here we go again.'

'What are they doing?'

'Yeah something with tissue's.'

You saw Han running away from Lee Know but Han tripped and fall into the grass. He pinned him down into the grass and putted tissue's in his mouth.

'Very interesting.'

'Its his habit.' Hyunjin said to you.

'Are they a couple?' you whispered towards him.

'They never admit it, but i think they are.'

you both giggled.

Lee Know helped Han to get up from the grass. Their hands interwining with eachother. They are very suspicious to be honest.

'Sorry for that.' Han came running towards you.

'It was funny.'

'Finally someone who finds it funny.' Lee Know commented.

Everyone started to talk about different thema's. Some were talking about their teachers and some about random stuff they saw online. You were just sitting there, next to Hyunjin. The bench was very comfortable. And the sky looked very bright today. You were observing other students when Hyunjin tapped on your shoulder.

'I forgot to ask, could i show you around maybe?'

'Oww, yeah sure, why not.' you smiled.

You both got up and started to walk around, you two, alone, without the others...

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'These are the girlsbathroom they are very neat. Don't try to hide in here when you try to skip class. They get checked frequently.'

'Good to know.'

you two walked further.

'And here is a 'secret' room.'

'If its that secret, how come you know it?'

'All the students know about this room.'

'Really how come?'

Hyunjin cheeks turned bright red.

'Its... its just a place were.' he went silent 'were, couples like... you know.'

'No i don't know.' you smirked.

'Were couples can be alone.'

'Never heard of such place's in schools.'

'Really?'

'Yeah in mine school, you just had the bathrooms.'

'The bathrooms?! Ewww.'

'I know, its disgusting.'

'Are you familliar with that concept?'

'You mean.... umm even tho its normal for teenagers... i never really had interest in that stuff... you know?'

'Yeah yeah, i understand, but why?'

'I just want to save myself for that one person.'

'I understand, you have an idea who that one person might be?'

'I don't know, but i don't want to waste myself before i met him or maybe her, you never know.'

'Yeah, you never know.'

You both smiled weakly at eachother.

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I totally embarassed myself, why dammit why would i start a conversation about that kind of concept? What is wrong with me? You know just be calm, be calm, okay its just a girl.

Just a girl...

'So you like the school alreaddy?'

'Yeah its cool.'

'Cool.'

Do not ask it Hyunjin, don't you dare... don't do it, don't do it.

'So are you single?'

Dammit dammit dammit.

'What?'

'I mean, you like jingle? Like christmas jingle?'

Smooth dumbass.

'Yeah, i love christmas.'

'Me to! I love the winter.'

'Me to! Wow, you know what i love the most about Christmas?'

'What?'

'The decoration, its just so warm and cozy. Just make's me feel warm.'

'The films are also great don't you think?'

'Yeah ofcourse also the films and also the food.'

'You can't forget about the food, can't you.'

'Everything about Christmas is beautifull you know?'

'What is that noise?' she asked.

O dammit, i swear if Changbin followed use...

'I really don't know.'

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You saw the boy named Changbin running towards you both.

'What are you two up to?'

'We litterly saw you 5 minutes ago.' Hyunjin said.

His arms were around yours and his shoulders. Hyunjin gave him a side-eye.

'Stop leaning on me-eeee.'

'StOp LeAnInG oN mE-eEeEe.'

'I don't find it funny.'

'You never searched for it.'

'Clever.'

'As always.'

The bell finally ringed. The bell almost gave you a heartattack but it was worth it.

'Yeah, i am going to mine class. Bye!'

'Do i need to bring you there?' Hyunjin asked.

'No worry's, i will find mine way.'

'Oh okay.'

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Yeah i messed up. I am not sure, but problably. She thinks i am weird, i feel it. I feel the spirit.

'So you like her don't you?'

'What?'

'I see the way you looking at her.'

'Is that all your basing on?'

'Thats all i need to base on.'

'Okay small-bean.'

'STOPPPP calling me short.'

'Awww, StOpPpp cAlLiNg mE sHoRt.'

i started to pinch him.

'Awaaaa, stop pinching me.'

'AwAaAa sToP PiNcHiNg mE.'

'Not funny.'

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I cannot stop thinking about her. Girls around me try to get mine attention by asking for stuff. Asking for help during art class. Trying to play with mine hair.

I don't understand, why i cannot get her out of mine head. I just met her. Her face is adorable and her little hands compared to mine. I want to hold them forever. I want to hold her face between mine thumbs. I want to feel her waist, i want... i want... i want her. With me, here.

'Hyunjinnniee, can you please help me with this painting.'

'You are so tall Hyunjinniee.'

'Please help me.'

It annoys me, i do not want all those girls, i just want her. Here with me. Is that to much to ask?

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'Y/N?'

'Y/N?!'

'Huh what?'

'Whats the answer to question number four?'

'Shouldn't you try it yourself?'

'I tried like 20 times, but math just isn't mathing.'

'I came out 20.34'

'How did you- how?! I came out 18839.93.'

'How is that even possible?!'

'I don't know ask mine calculator?!'

'Just write off mine paper, here.'

You gave him your paper with all the answers alreaddy.

'Thank youuuuu.'

'Your welcomeeee.'

You couldn't stop thinking about Hyunjin, it was very strange. You just cannot imagine a life without him right now. Maybe thats a bit over dramatic. You only knew him shortly, so how is that even possible.

'Psst.'

You turned around and came eye to eye, to a very cute boy.

'Yes?'

'Could i borrow a pencil?'

'Sure, here.'

you gave him a pencil from your pencilcase.

'What is your name by the way.' you asked.

'Mine name is Min Yoongi and yours is...'

'Y/N, Y/N I/N.'

'Cool name.'

'Thanks, mine parents picked it for me.'

you both laughed.

You two started to have a deep conversation, about all sorts of things. He was very interesting. He never seem to be understood by the students around the campus. His story's made your heart sink and fall over again. He told about his passion about writing music, also about his friends, and funny enough, he could passiontly talk about sleeping.

After hours of talking you could tell he really liked sleeping. He liked sleeping so much, he could just stay in bed for hours. Even tho it isn't that healthy.

'You are a very interesting person Yoongi.'

'Thank you.' he blushed.

'We really should hang-out sometime's.' he proposed.

'That sounds wonderfull.'

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Hyunjin saw both of you smiling and talking together. His heart sank towards the ground. He never felt such a pain which wasn't physically. It was another sort of pain.

He went home with a broken-heart, even tho he didn't know you felt the same for him.

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Part 2 coming soon

xoxo

Rachel

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