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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter V: Same Old, Different New

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Underage alcohol consumption (in the flashback), everyone is basically in this chapter pls bear with me lol

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I'm so sorry for not posting last night HHHH I got sucked into doing something last minute but please enjoy!

Chapter V: Same Old, Different New || Series Masterlist

“Hyungie, open up.” You say as you held a spoonful of fish stew in front of your ill bedridden best friend.

Being at the ripe age of nine, Taehyung thought it was a good idea to play on one of the days of Geochang’s rainy season. Being his best friend, you were easily influenced despite the protests of both his parents and your grandparents. You both thought they were just there to ruin your fun, but in reality, it was to protect you because days after you got sick but not Taehyung for some miracle.

However, Taehyung made it his goal to take care of you such as feeding you, tucking you in bed, putting a cold cloth on your heated forehead, and giving you disgusting ginger lemon tea to help your sore throat.

Eventually, you got better within the week, but it was Taehyung’s turn to get sick and you immediately felt bad that he got it from you. Nonetheless, you made it your goal as well to care for your best friend.

Taehyung opened his mouth and took in the delicious content. He was pampered by the Gods, or in this case, you. You did the same thing, but better—his words, not yours. You fluffed his pillows, cuddled with him since you were immune to any sickness, and scratched his scalp to his liking.

“You’re the best at taking care of me.” He cheesed, wiggling in happiness under his blankets.

“Not as much as you did with me! Look I’m better!” You countered, giving him more spoonfuls of soup. “Plus, I’m the one who got you sick…”

“True, but I would be upset if it were anyone else. You’re an exception.” He reassured you. “If I got it from Eunjeong and Sungyeon, there would be problems.” You laughed at his sayings.

“You’re such a mean eldest brother.” You joked to which he pouted. “But you’re the best of best friends.”

The sides of his lips lifted upwards forming his rectangular smile. “Impossible. You’re number one, Blue.”

You hummed and shrugged, “Maybe to you. But you’re number one to me.” You tilted the bowl towards him, so he can finish it all up. He slurped the remaining in the dish and gasped in satisfaction, thanking you a million times more.

“Taehyung, stop. You don’t need to do that.” You pushed away the chopsticks holding a piece of tuna that Taehyung pushed in front of your face.

The morning arrived sooner than you liked and the hospital was filled with more murmurs and rushing health professionals from behind the door of your room. You were tired as hell, but the nurse suggested you eat first before going back to sleep. You were assigned to eat three meals daily due to your previous eating habits, so the tray before you had all the nutrients you needed for breakfast.

Though you expected to be alone by now, Taehyung was still right by your side. It made you curious that he was here and not at home. Didn’t he have like…a busy life as an idol? Now he was trying to feed you food.

You were a bit embarrassed by it but more so uncomfortable at how he was being. You remembered how you used to take care of one another when the other was sick, but this was different.

“But you need to eat, Blue.” He frowned. “Plus lemme take care of you like when we were younger.” He pushed, but the blank stare in your demeanor made him put the utensils down. You sighed in relief so that you could finally eat on your own.

“Don’t call me Blue. I may have said yes but you haven’t earned anything yet for you to call me that. That was before and now is different. Do you understand me? I also can eat for myself, it’s not like my limbs aren’t working. I’m grown too.” You informed with a stern tone as you mouthed a spoonful of rice. You saw him frown, biting his lip and nodding. You hated that you felt guilty for being cruel but it was true. You couldn’t let him in that easily. “But I appreciate what you’re doing for me. You know you can leave right?” You eased him, noticing how tensed he was before.

He nodded before licking his lips as a habit. “I know, but I don’t want you to be alone here. I remember how you get…”

He did it again, but this time you let it slide. You scrunched your face at the hard reality of those words. You really hated being by yourself, especially in new environments. You’ve been in Seoul for a little over half a year, but everywhere you went didn’t seem as right. Most likely because you were alone for the majority of the time, but you couldn’t do anything so you had to suck it up and get used to it.

“Thank you again.” You told him, politely smiling.

“No need to thank me, Bl—I mean, ___.” He chuckled nervously as he watched you eat more and more, looking appreciative at how you were stuffing your cheeks.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, but it wasn’t as bad as before. It just…needed some getting used to again. Taehyung was a person you held many memories with, then he vanished for years and now he was back, so it was difficult to approach it without acknowledging the gap and distance between you two. But hey, it was something.

“So…” You cleared your throat. “How long do I have to be here?”

“I told them a month because you needed to rest, but I knew you would complain…”

“And you’re right about that.” You responded, sipping on some orange juice.

“So the doctors compromised with two weeks,” Taehyung informed as he drank his hot chocolate. You pondered that he was still anti-coffee after all these years, but never told him.

“Two weeks is too long. I don’t have any illness or broken anything really. I still have work and scho—”

“While you were out, Kenji and Seojoon Hyung were with me before they left for the night. Kenji told me to tell you that you’re off until you were in stable condition.” He reported as he leaned back into his chair.

“But—”

“He also mentioned that I should fight you until you agreed. His words, not mine.” The idol grinned, remembering the little complaint the younger man displayed. But then the smile vanished as to why he took the advice from someone that barely knew you. Also though Kenji meant no harm, it felt like poison in the idol’s veins every time you interacted with your coworker.

You slapped your palms over your eyes and groaned. “Then he mustn’t know how expensive staying at a hospital is. It’s gonna cost me a for—”

“No, I paid for everything.” He shook his head before you looked at him flabbergasted.

Your jaw dropped as you blinked dumbly, “No, you shouldn’t have. Stop—”

“Why not? ___, you haven’t taken care of yourself properly. You were literally dehydrated and starving yourself, in addition to putting all this unnecessary stress on you. Kenji told me you’re working seven days now while still in school!” Why did Kenji know so much about you? Taehyung grew concerned and wanted to know who your coworker exactly was. “I know we’re still in a weird purgatory with our friendship that we rekindled three hours ago, but I still care for you, if not more than before, whether or not we grew apart. I don’t like when you do this to yourself, you of all people should know. It’s not healthy, and you know I’m right.”

He was scolding, and you were pissed, but you couldn’t deny that he was right. Similar events happened like this where you would faint in school or at home. They weren’t chronic, but it was mainly due to having so much stress at a very young age. Your body went into overdrive at certain points where it couldn’t handle thus blacking out. Stressors came from socializing, helping your family farm on the weekends, your elderly grandparents aging, studying in school, the list could go on and vary by the person.

Taehyung was there for almost all of your fainting and stood by you while holding your hand to ensure that you weren’t feeling as stressed. He’d scold you, kinda like now, but it was because he was worried. He tried doing the most for you, whether it was being the first to speak to someone, to helping you on the farm to assisting you and your grandparents with some daily stretches, to reduce muscle tension.

“Y—you’re right…” You exhaled as you glanced at him. His pupils dilated with his lips apart, surprised that you were being levelheaded with him rather than yelling. “This was my first faint in Seoul, so I’m sure everyone except you didn’t know what to do.”

Taehyung hummed faintly before his eyebrows pushed together, “Did you faint after…you know…I—” He hated mentioning it, but it happened. Fortunately, you knew what he was talking about so you nodded.

“A lot during my undergraduate years actually…” This brought an aching frown onto the idol’s face. “I was never alone though. I had roommates who helped and it was usually surrounded by crowds. Although it was sometimes too much for them…”

Saturated silence covered the room, though it was even lighter compared to a couple of minutes ago. Maybe it was that you were both “catching up,” but this wasn’t something you’d expect with “catching up.”

Nevertheless, Taehyung reached for your hand and opened your palm out. Using his thumbs, he applied pressure to it, thumbing down your skin. He has done this before as past time while you were both doing nothing but having your quality time. “I wish for you to never go through with that again. If so, I hope that it would happen when you’re with me.” He spoke timidly, being careful with his wording. “Please take care of yourself. I don’t wanna see you in a hospital again unless you’re giving birth.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you tried hiding the laughter within you, “You’re a shithead, you know that?”

“Mmm, no. I’ve heard asshole and dick.” He shrugged as a light smirk formed on his lips. You looked away as you continued finishing your food. “But I really am serious when I say to take care of yourself. Now if you want me to take c—”

“I’m not making you do that.”

“Then you take care of yourself.” He stated. “Saying you’re a grown woman, yet you drink three cans of Coke as a meal??”

You pouted, having no comeback so you finally let it go and agreed. “Fine, but the hospital bill. You didn’t need to do that.”

“I want to and I can. It’s all part of caring for you, okay?”

You sighed before nodding. You were still careful of him, but you accepted his presence back into your life. Improvements were being made slowly but surely. You wondered how this would go.

The nurse came by again to give Taehyung a complimentary meal. Perks of being an idol you assumed but as she settled the tray down, she turned her head to say, “By the way, Mr. Kim. There’s someone outside of the room. She said she has been notified by one of the people on the entry list for Miss ___.”

Before Taehyung could even speak, you interjected. “It’s probably Halmeoni. Kenji must have told her where I was and wanted to check up on me. Send her in.”

The nurse has a puzzled expression but merely nodded as she left the room. Taehyung shifted back at you and said, “You have a nice boss…”

“Well, ye—” You barely completed your sentence as the door slammed open, flinching you and Taehyung. Your eyes searched for the sound, then creased your forehead at this newcomer. She was definitely not Halmeoni, not even being a Halmeoni. 

But Taehyung knew exactly who she was. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, dressed in her athleisure wear, yet sported a YSL crossbody bag. Her face writhed with frustration, but eyes bounced off of him and you, someone who she doesn’t know.

The idol got up from his seat and faced his body to his girlfriend. “C-Clara—“

“Tae, where have you been? You’ve been gone the entire night and missed our morning walk together.” Clara complained as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Since you were with Seojoon Oppa, I called him and ask where you were and he said the hospital. I came right away thinking you were hurt, but the front desk told me you were a visitor and—”

Her eyes landed on you. Nothing on you or your face screamed familiarity to her mind. Her brain couldn’t click at the sight of you, but her thoughts questioned who were you and how you knew her boyfriend. But despite looking rather sickly, the socialite deemed the visual of South Korea thought you were pretty.

Intimidatingly and competitively pretty.

“Who’s she?” Clara simply asked Taehyung who was practically a goldfish.

No thoughts were running through his mind right now. He didn’t expect to let his girlfriend meet his childhood best friend. If anything, that was at the very bottom of his thoughts list. Yet it still happened…earlier than he wanted, and when did he want it? Never at all.

Judging by her behavior, questions, and the worried look plastered on her face, you recollected the subtle memory of Jungkook revealing that Taehyung had a girlfriend of five years.

This was probably the girlfriend in front of you.

Unnoticeably to the two, you scrutinized her. You bit the inside of your cheeks. She looked familiar, probably someone famous but not in the entertainment industry. Regardless, she was drop-dead gorgeous, making you feel a bit insecure. So this was Taehyung’s type? Huh, couldn’t blame him. He was always uniquely handsome, a stunning visual.

But he was being an idiot right now by not answering his girlfriend’s question. You didn’t want her to accuse you of something. She looked approachable—kinda not really—, but your intuition says she could use her power over you.

So you decided to step in. “You must be…” Her irises diverted to you again as your brain worked its magic. “Clara, his girlfriend? Taehyung has told me so much about you.”

The idol finally resumed as he snapped back towards you with a stupefied look. The both of you knew it was a straight-up lie, but you eyed him out before laying them back on his pissed-off girlfriend and smiled. “I must say you’re very pretty and graceful in person.”

All of sudden, the tension peeled off her body when a smile formed on her. “He has?” She cooed as she stepped closer to the bed. You nodded and grinned. Fuck, you were prettier up close, an approachable and family-winning face, she thought. “Tae, aren’t you gonna introduce me to her? I mean she already knows bu—”

You giggled and Clara couldn’t help but observe your every move. Meanwhile, Taehyung rolled his eyes but guessed it was time. “So Clara, this is ___ ___. She’s my childhood best friend from Geochang.” He presented you with such precision, hiding an exciting smile. But then glanced at Clara who kept her stare at you. “___, this is Na Clara. My…girlfriend.”

“Childhood best friend?” The socialite pointed out before looking at her boyfriend. “You never told me you had a childhood best friend.”

Taehyung scratched the back of his head, not out of nervousness but you could sense a bit of irritation, but Clara doesn’t notice a thing. “Uhh, we had a falling out before I debuted. I thought it was over…But we met again a couple of weeks back when I was out with Seojoon Hyung and Wooshik Hyung.”

“Oh, so it’s been a while since you reunited with her?” Clara questioned, biting her pink-coated lips. “Why didn’t you tell me about her now, at least?”

Taehyung seemed appalled at her behavior. “Why does it—”

Oh, no. You refused to listen to this potential fight, so you butted it again. “Uhh, I’m practically irrelevant in his life now. He’s right about the childhood best friend, but it’s more was. I’m just an acquaintance. It was nice of him to visit—“

“___, you’re not irrelevant.” Taehyung gloomed, but you didn’t care as you were trying to save his ass.

“Either way, it was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again.” You greeted the socialite before glaring at the idol. “I think you should go and say whatever you have to say elsewhere.” As if you conversed this with him through your mind, he got the gist that you didn’t want to see an argument happening. Yet his eyes widened for a sign of your reassurance of being alone. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Kenji texted that he’ll visit later today.” It was another white lie, but he may come knowing how much his grandparents would nag him to bring you homemade dishes. 

Taehyung’s eye twitched at the mention of Kenji. He wanted to say a thing or two but restrained himself as he wasn’t in a position to do so. So he gave in and nodded. “Be safe, okay? If you need anything, just text me.”

“Don’t worry so much, Mr. Big-Shot Idol. I’ll be fine.” You smiled comfortingly, which eased Taehyung.

“It was nice meeting you too!” Clara spoke back, waving goodbye. “Maybe we can hang out sometime.”

You didn’t know if you wanted that, but you nodded civilly. You began to question if bringing Taehyung back into your life was the right decision.

-

“I can’t believe you fucking came!” Taehyung banged the front door open, stomping inside and through the entranceway. Clara closed the door behind her and rushed behind him. She watched as he paced around the living room, not caring if he had shoes inside the house. “Barging into the room like that, have you no shame at all?”

“I do have shame! Why’d you think I waited outside until I got permission.” Clara reasoned.

“Didn’t Hyung tell you that I wasn’t hurt?”

“No, he told me that you’ve been at the hospital the whole night if you weren’t back home.” She explained. He groaned at Seojoon’s choice of words. “He didn’t say anything else because I hung up and came rushing! You had me worried sick! I thought something happened to you!”

“Well, I’m fine as you can fucking see.” The idol said sardonically.

Clara sighed, trying to be as rational as possible. “So, that girl…what even happened anyway?”

Taehyung slummed himself onto the couch and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. 

“She fainted at work because of exhaustion and stress. She tends to do that, so I had to make sure she’s fine since she has no family in Seoul.”

The socialite wrinkled her face, gathering more questions. “And she really is your childhood best friend? You’re not ch—”

“Why do you always think I’m cheating if I encounter another girl or hang out with anyone but you?” The idol retorted as he puts pressure on his temples. “I gave you no fucking reason for you to accuse me of cheating. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do! I ju—”

“You just nothing.” He interrupted. “Don’t stay shit like that if there’s no reason.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just…” She bit her lips, rubbing her bicep at his statement. “She’s really pretty, Taehyung.”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at her, incredulous to say the least. “How do you even want me to respond to that? Aren’t you like getting compliments and praise left and right? This was never an issue?”

Her face twisted then shrugged, “It’s not. I’m just saying…How long have you known her?”

Taehyung protruded his lips out, debating if he should tell her. He wasn’t necessarily against sharing things about you, but it was different with his…girlfriend. It didn’t feel right to do so, Taehyung knew deep down.

However, if he wanted you to be back in his life, this also meant showing you to others who were a part of his life after you, including Clara and his other members. He couldn’t keep you all to himself. He felt iffy about it, but he had to no matter what. “Well, if you must know, we’ve known each other for almost twenty years. But I haven’t seen her for nearly half of it. She’s known Kim Taehyung before all of this.”

Clara had something in her eyes that Taehyung couldn’t figure out. Wondering? Curious? Jealous? It was difficult to explain, but he didn’t think it was a bad sign. To save his brain all the trouble, she finally spoke. “How do you feel meeting her again?”

The idol was taken aback, not expecting her to ask that. It was weird but somewhat appreciative. “Uhh, it’s good? She kinda hates me, but she’s willing to be friends again.”

“Why would you say she hates you?”

“Like what was said earlier, we had a falling out.”

“Why?”

“Jesus, how many questions do you have?” He fussed.

“She’s literally the only person who knew you the longest other than your family. She probably knows everything about you and I’m curious.” She casually replied.

“Maybe more than she admits though…” He mumbled and she couldn’t get what he said. But before she could ask him, he went ahead and said, “We had a falling out because I was a complete dick to her and basically ignored her after moving to Seoul.”

Taehyung closed his eyes, not knowing how painful it must have been for you. You needed him, but he wasn’t there for you. The guilt oozed inside him. Though he couldn’t make it up, he hoped that he could rekindle your friendship and regain your trust in little to no time.

“So she was just a friend?” Clara brought him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, why?” Taehyung answered swiftly. She blinked at her boyfriend whilst he stared back in confusion. He gave no other indications. Strange…he told the truth but there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.

“Well, if she’s a part of your life again, then maybe we can hang out with her. Bring her to parties, don’t you think?” Clara suggested. “After all, she has no one in Seoul.”

Taehyung hated that he liked her idea. He agreed that he should bring you into some get-togethers, but not spend time with his girlfriend and best friend together. Yet it was part of his way into helping you heal your scars and open you up to trusting people again, including himself. He wanted you to get back on your feet socially, and that was something he wanted to do.

-

Weeks went by and you were still cautious of Taehyung, but you couldn’t help to admit that you missed him. You forgot how much his aura made your day. He looked weary most of the time, but his demeanor spun a 180 when he came to visit you. Sometimes he was with Jimin, Jungkook, Seojoon, and even Clara shockingly. There were moments where she’d watch your every move but nothing too intense. The girl seemed friendly and wanted to get to know you a little better, but of course, you were still traumatized from the past girls who approached you. Heck, even the others wanted to know you too.

But once he was alone, he was reassured that they meant no harm and were genuine. More or less for Clara, but she was his girlfriend after all. Despite all, Taehyung made it a routine to visit you while you were in the hospital, interrogating you if you ate or drank water which you did.

By the time, you were discharged. You glowed radiantly like a goddess and plumper in the face and cheeks, looking like the Blue he knew and loved. Though you told him not to, he always called you Blue in his head and sometimes with Jungkook and Jimin.

You still couldn’t go back to work as your boss instructed you to come back a month after leaving the hospital, which was bullshit from your perspective. But it gave you time to rest and focus on school. You were doubtful of it, but knowing you couldn’t do anything about it, you nodded. It was difficult to find a job as is, and finding a job that worked with your hours was a needle in the haystack.

But still, you were grateful for your bosses. They even closed an hour or two within their business hours to visit you. They gave you so many side dishes and stews while ranting to you about how they missed their favorite worker and how terrible Kenji was by himself.

While Kenji was there too.

More weeks passed and you were finally able to work again. You went back to working five days now. Halmeoni refused to give you any more, even insisted on doing less but you denied it and stuck with your regular shifts. With that, Taehyung also visited and ate at the restaurant. You were still his server, but this time, you actually held a conversation with him and treated him warmly. There was still distance, he could sense that kilometers away but he enjoyed every minute of it.

One night, he and Jungkook stayed back and helped clean the restaurant up. Your bosses and Kenji didn’t deny the free labor from the handsome rich idols, so you let it be. Less stress for you maybe.

Kenji left quickly for the day as he had a group project to work on, so you were left alone to close up. Once you hung your apron on the hook, you turned to Jungkook who called your name. You shouldered your bag and tilted your head. “So my birthday is coming up, and I was wondering if you would like to come.”

You scrunched your nose, and a million thoughts ran through your mind. “I-I’m invited? You really want me to come?”

Jungkook gawked blankly at you. You looked so serious and worried. He turned to his older member and Taehyung only nodded at your behavior. “O-of course, ___. I’m inviting you right now! I’d love for you to come.”

“Oh.” You said quietly. You bit your lips and fiddled with your fingers, wondering what to say. “Ummm, when and where is it?”

“It’ll be next Saturday! You don’t work weekends right?” You shook your head, making Jungkook grin in happiness. “It starts at 8 PM. It’ll be at Taehyungie Hyung’s house.”

“Why is it at his and not yours?”

Jungkook blushed hard at your thoughtless question. He felt a bit embarrassed to say it, but Taehyung chimed in. “Jungkookie’s house is not fit to invite guests. It’s not messy, just structured unusually.”

“I just have a lot of stuff…” The younger member tried defending himself, but it didn’t seem solid.

“So you think you could come ___?” Taehyung asked, hoping you say yes.

“I…I love to, but who’ll be there?” You were asking many questions because you feared it would be a full-on party to which you’d take back your acceptance.

“Don’t worry. Hyung says you’re not comfortable with big parties.” You eyed Taehyung out for exposing your shyness. “I’m also shy too, so I don’t have many friends. It’ll just be our members, some partners, maybe some of Tae’s Wooga Hyungs, my close idol friends, and my brother is coming into town. It’ll just be a grilling dinner, really. I promise. Maybe even karaoke.” Jungkook comforted your hesitancy and you appreciated him for that.

In fact, besides getting closer to Taehyung, you’ve also grown fond of Jungkook and Seojoon. Though you barely spoke to Seojoon, he was there for many occurrences but he seemed comforting. Jimin seemed too much for you that you were overwhelmed, but he meant well. Also, his eye contact scared you. Jungkook was a good ground. Maybe because he was younger and shy like you.

You nodded before smiling tenderly. A breathtaking sight in both Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung being that it was been a while since he has seen you smile so genuinely. Jungkook being that he may have a teeny tiny crush on you. You just looked so gentle. “I’ll be there, but I may need the address.”

“I’ll send it to you,” Taehyung announced.

“Why not me?” Jungkook pouted.

“It’s my house address.”

“Point taken.”

-

It was the following weekend and the older members were preparing the food on the table. Jungkook was busy greeting his guests, Jimin and Wooshik were having a conversation, Clara did some last-minute cleaning and Taehyung was scared shitless for you.

This was the first time he asked you to hang out beyond your work. Well, technically Jungkook asked but it still counted. This will also be the first time you actually meet almost everyone new in his life. This was new territory for you, because not only being introduced to new people, but these were also idols, artists, and influencers. He knew you were nothing like them, you probably knew too. He knew you were nervous and scared to be outside of your comfort zone. He only wished to keep you calm and relaxed the whole night through.

But for him? Taehyung didn’t really understand you. When you first met again, you ignored him. Then, you were vile and snappy. Next, you were still mean but at least you spoke to him civilly. Now you were a little bit approachable. You were hot and cold, mainly cold but he didn’t know where he stood in this. Were you even willing to be in a friendship with him? You don’t seem like you wanted it, despite the friendlier exchanges. He felt lost and didn’t know how to talk about it with you.

“Babe, you okay?” Taehyung felt arms wrapped around his waist, startling him. He looked down and spotted Clara looking curious, noticing how tense he was. “You seem frazzled.”

“Just a lot going on.” He replied. Her grip loosened as she lets go but held one of his hands.

“Are the sessions doing okay?”

His jaw hardened. Of course, she’d ask that. “Yeah, they’re great.” He answered, but sarcasm rang around it.

She hummed before grabbing a filled glass of wine from a tray. She sipped the content before saying, “Who else is Kookie inviting?” She scanned the room, getting more and more packed with familiar faces.

As if Jungkook heard, he stopped by the couple. “Where’s ___?”

“You invited her too?” Clara’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yeah, she’s my friend too.” Jungkook cheesed in pride, but it made Taehyung’s eyes twitch. “Is she coming?”

The front door opened and the three’s attention went toward who was coming in. The two youngest members thought it was you, but three men stepped in—Wooga Squad, Hyungsik, Seojoon, Sunghwan, and Namhyuk. Taehyung pierced his eyes at Namhyuk. It seemed that he finally had time to hang out after months. It was good to see, he thought, but still felt weirded out.

Clara waved at the older men and greeted them. She excused herself to hug all three of them, happy to see their attendance. Her boyfriend observed their interactions, feeling nothing, and had no comments. 

“Did she text you?” Jungkook asked, growing worried. “Did you send her the right address?”

“Chill, bro.” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. “She’ll come, she doesn’t back out. She’s probably just worried or lost. I live a little out of Seoul.”

“Doesn’t she know us though?”

“Yeah, but it’s different than showing face. She needs to be eased into these kinds of things.” Taehyung informed the younger as his eyes went towards the door. “Believe me, I know.”

Jungkook raised his brow at him. “Really? You know.” He knew you were his childhood best friend, but he acted like no shit happened between you two until recently. “Hyung, she’s not fifteen anymore. It’s different.”

But Taehyung diverted his eyes, staring seriously at his member. “Whether she’s fifteen or twenty-five, I know her. Things are different now, but there are still those same old things I know too well like the back of my hand.” The conversation ended there, but there were still some things Jungkook wanted to say. But he went against them, or else people would know about his interest in you.

But Taehyung knew by the looks of it and he didn’t like it one bit.

Taehyung’s phone rang and he instantly checked who it was—you were calling. He excused himself away from Jungkook so that he doesn’t hear your conversation. Once he was at a distance from the crowd, he answered and greeted you.

“I think I’m here?” You announced through the speakers. “These houses are too big and it took me an hour to get here.”

“Why didn’t you call me to come to get you? You would have been here sooner.”

“You’re literally hosting it at your house. I could never ask you that.” You countered. He heard shuffling in the background, most likely you were carrying something else. “It’s fine because I was running late anyway.”

“You know you can knock, right?” He gazed at the entrance, waiting for some kind of sound.

“I know, but…well, I’m gonna be honest. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes. I even saw Seojoon and the others go in but I hid behind a car.”

“What, why?”

“I’m nervous, Taehyung.” You squeaked, breathing slowly. “People like you, they don’t like me as much.”

He hated your doubts, wanting to take them away from you. “Don’t say that, ___. You know almost half of them and they like you. The rest will like you too.”

“You think so?”

“Of course and I never lie to you.”

You respired, “Okay, but like can you get me? I feel awkward coming in by myself.”

He smiled pleasantly. “Yeah, I’ll be there. See you soon.” You ended the call and Taehyung began walking through the guests.

“Is ___ here?” Jungkook begged him once the call ended. 

“___’s coming?” Jimin’s eyes shined in glee.

“Wait, ___?” Yoongi heard your name. “Your best friend, ___?”

“Why is she coming? Did you two make up?” Hoseok wondered. “Jungkook, you know about this?”

“I invited her!��� The youngest publicized. “She’s my friend now!”

Wooshik gasped, “You brought the cute waitress friend from the restaurant?”

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh my God, before anyone else speaks, yes to all—Wait, why are you calling her cute—You know what? Never mind. She’s here actually, but don’t stare at her like some woodland creature! She’s nervous about meeting all of you so cut her some slack.” His eyes roamed his friends who stood quietly, even nodding. “I’ll go get her.” He resumed his walk out. 

“Wait, why not me?” Jungkook asked.

“She asked me to,” Taehyung muttered before opening the entrance and stepping outside.

The idol eyeballed over his driveway and front lawn, but there were still no signs of you. He walked down the porch stairs and called your name. All of sudden, a neatly curled head of hair popped up from behind a parked car. You walked around the vehicle, fully revealing yourself to him and Taehyung’s irises widened.

In addition to your hair styled softly curled, this was the first time he saw you in makeup. It was natural and enhanced, but you had a touch of red on your lips. You usually bare-faced into work, most likely because you were too tired to care. But what made him blown away was the dress you wore. A faint tangerine hue midi dress with thin straps that had floral patterns precisely spread across the fabric, the skirt of the dress flowed like a mermaid. You paired it off with some nude block heels.

Taehyung gulped at your appearance. It was so you like how he remembered, but so… mature and grown. This really was you, his best friend ever since he was young. His Blue. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you until you clear your throat.

“Stop staring, it doesn’t help my anxiousness.” You went up to him and pushed the tray of confectionery into his hands.

“S-sorry.” He apologized before looking down at what you gave him. He inspected it a little longer before he gasped in utter disbelief. “Are these…”

“Yes, they’re my butter mochi.” You finished his ask with a reply. “I didn’t have time, nor money to buy him something. I also don’t know what an idol would want besides name-brand things. I slept late last night to make them…Do you think he’ll like it?”

His eyes met your worried ones, but he couldn’t help to find endearment in your concerns. “Of course, ___. He’ll love them. Jungkook is literally a hyena with any food.”

You exhaled as you flattened your dress down, “Is this too much? This isn’t even mine. I had to borrow this from Kenji’s sister and she lent me some make—”

“___, you’re blabbering.”

“I know I told you I was nervous, but is it really showing?”

“Unfortunately, it is.” He spoke honestly, to which you groaned. “But again, you’ll be okay. With all the hype Jungkook and Jimin have been giving you, I’m sure you’ll be greatly loved.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of those two being blatantly obvious with their flirting. You also knew that Jungkook had a little crush on you. “You know Jungkook has a crush on you right?”

“Don’t even remind me. I feel bad because I don’t. I barely know the guy too.” You vocalized into the air. For some reason, your rejection of his member mitigated his worries. He knew Jungkook would be upset about it, but at least it wouldn’t be as much of a problem. 

“Let’s go inside. Everyone’s dying to meet you.” Taehyung guided you toward the entrance. He had his hand on the knob and before he twisted it, he stared at you once more and said, “You look beautiful, by the way.” He averted back to the door to open, and it was a good thing he was focused on that otherwise he would have seen the rosiness of your cheeks creeping up.

As you entered and took your shoes off, you tried your best to push negative thoughts and useless concerns out of your head. You cheered yourself on that Taehyung was right about them liking you. Once you reached the end of the entranceway, you felt many pairs of eyes on you like you were new meat. Technically, you were so you viewed them back with big doe-eyes. You gripped your hands together, playing with them to ease yourself.

“Everyone, meet ___! She’s my childhood best friend from Geochang.” Taehyung presented you to his friends who ogled at your form.

You grinned followed by a wave or two at his members and other guests you didn’t know besides the ones you saw at your work. “Hello, nice to meet you all.”

“JK, she made her famous butter mochi. It’s the best thing in the whole world.” Taehyung walked towards his youngest member and handed him the tray.

“I’ll eat these with pride and honor, ___. Thank you!” Jungkook praised and you chuckled with satisfaction. Hoseok eyed the treats out, but the youngest pushed them away from his eyes to see.

Meanwhile, the rest continued to peer in your direction. You didn’t know what to do. Though your reflex was to cling onto Taehyung like before, it would be questionable, especially with Clara’s eyes on you. They were filled with blankness, but still. So you stayed still and tapped on your appendages.

“You’re ___?” Seokjin was the first among them to ask. You nodded then came more questions. “You were the one who talked to Taehyung late at night when we were trainees?”

You laughed nervously, cringing at how you were being. “Yeah, it was a long time ago but…you remembered?”

“How could I forget losing my sleep because of that?” Yoongi added in, making some of the crowd laugh. “Always hearing damn laughter from the other side of the room.”

“You’re pretty.” Namjoon blurted out, grabbing the attention of everyone, particularly Taehyung. “Like, super attractive.”

“Isn’t she?” Wooshik cheesed. “Yah, you look healthier too. I’m so happy for you.”

“Good to see the voice that haunted our sleep,” Hoseok mentioned jokingly. “I mean it in the nicest way possible.”

“Oh, thank you.” You responded but it sounded like a question. The pink hue crept back up into your cheeks. “Uhhhhh…”

Jimin came into the conversation, “You know ___ is single—”

“Okay, we’re not getting into that,” Taehyung interjected as he went to your side. “Feel free to get to know ___, but not too much.” He focused his pupils on Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin. “Go easy on her. This is her first party in Seoul.”

Jimin then linked his arm around yours, surprising you as you gawked at his action. “Come, ___. Sit by me tonight.”

You were about to protest, but you were getting dragged towards the table with Jungkook and Wooshik following suit, asking you so many questions. You turned back to see Taehyung bewildered with his mouth open.

You were stolen from him.

Taehyung felt a smaller hand intertwined with his, knowing that it was his girlfriend. Clara looked at him, but he continued to look at your overwhelmed stature as Namjoon asked you about your schooling.

The socialite giggled lightly and squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Just enjoy yourself.” Taehyung hummed gingerly, knowing you’ll be okay but kept an eye on you the whole night through.

-

You would think that winning the soccer championship games in your second year of high school called for a celebration. Even Taehyung thought so, but he didn’t think it would be this vast. 

It felt like everyone and their moms were here squished up together, shoulder to shoulder in this house. Taehyung practically bulldozed over people to get to his destination and he couldn’t quite indicate where his destination was with all these invitees.

His captain and sunbae, Jungjae, hosted a “small” get-together at his house to which Taehyung got granted permission by his parents and brought you along to jubilate with him. But once you arrived, you noticed his parents weren’t around, more people than the team multiplying by the minute, older ones who brought alcohol and juice, and breaths running down your necks. 

Neither of you expected it, and to his dismay, Taehyung was ripped away from you as his teammates were greeting and introducing him to their friends and it just went downhill. He got pressured into drinking the bitter taste of soju as a team bonding. Now he maneuvered his way through the sardines of bodies, trying to figure out where you were. He scoped the area, hoping to some kind of characteristic of you. He was near the back of the house, noting the lawn with the large pool in the middle of it. Jungjae was from a well-off family, so it made sense. But no one dared to go outside, since all the fun was inside.

“Hey, Tae!” A hand rested on his shoulder. He turned and saw it was one of his teammates, Kim Minjae, who was the same year as him. “How you’ve been?” He offered a cup of an unknown alcoholic substance but Taehyung denied it.

“I’m good, it’s…this party is wild.” He had to shout his answer over the blaring sounds of the music.

“I know right? Maybe even hoping to get with someone tonight.” Minjae smirked as he gulped down his drink. Taehyung did not want to envision his teammate trying to stick his dick somewhere. He needed to find you, thinking that you’re probably very uncomfortable right now. 

“Good luck with that, I guess,” Taehyung commented, more to himself.

But it was when Minjae gasped and smacked Taehyung’s chest to grab his attention again. “Her, that one. I’m calling it.” His teammate pointed over and Taehyung followed the direction. “Pretty in the black dress.” Once he landed his eyes at Minjae’s “target,” Taehyung almost had smoke blowing out of his nose.

Through the transparent sliding door, you sat outside at the edge of the pool. At the end of your feet, there was a cup resting. You looked into the door, seeing all the “fun” happening. You were so easily turned off by what was happening in the house, you stepped outside to be alone. The crowd alarmed you, so you left it immediately and sat there in solitude.

“She’s even alone, this is perfect,” Minjae observed before chugging down the alcohol. “I’m going in.”

Before he could even do anything, Taehyung stopped him, pulling his teammate back. “No, you’re not. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Aww, did you call dibs already?”

“There’s no dibs. She’s my best friend.” Taehyung scoffed. “I’m not letting you go near her!” His voice got lower, and the protectiveness with you heightened so much more, seeing that Minjae tried to do something.

“Geez, alright, I won’t.” Minjae back offed, noting how angry Taehyung got. But despite all this, he was being a drunk idiot. “She is hot though. Did you tap th—”

“Leave before I punch you in the fucking throat!”

“Okay, bro. No need for violence.” His teammate raised his palms out as he surrendered. He eyed you out before shifting his eyes at Taehyung, then ultimately leaving before a fight broke out.

He didn’t bother to look back because Taehyung sped towards your direction, pushing people away with no remorse. He slid the door open, catching your eyes. Once you saw your best friend, your calmed face morphed into great relief with the pout you pushed out your mouth. “Blue.”

“Hyungie.” You got up from your seated position and ran into his arms to feel his embrace. “I don’t like this. I thought you said it was the team and their plus ones.”

“I thought so too.” Your best friend sighed. “But I guess Jungjae Hyung wanted to go all out for his final year.”

You sniffed his shirt, analyzing his smell. You held his chin to open his mouth before wafting his breath. “You drank.” You stared sternly.

“You too!” He didn’t want to be at fault for everything. “There’s a cup right there.”

“I was offered one but I didn’t drink it. I fled before they even noticed.”

Guilt consumed him as he couldn’t deny your allegations. “I was told to. It was for the team, but after that, I didn’t take another sip.”

“I’m not mad at you.” You giggled as you held his cheeks in your palms. “I’m just tryna give you a heads up because your parents may be up and will notice smells.”

Taehyung pondered that for a minute before a sly smirk appeared, “What if I sleep over? It is a weekend. Your grandparents are asleep, no?”

You threw your head back in laughter and shook your head, “Can’t believe you’re taking advantage of my elderly grandparents and their early bedtime.”

“Better than getting punished by my parents.” He shrugged oh so innocently before pecking your temple. “Let’s leave, Blue?”

“Mmm, yes please.” You tangled your fingers together and readied yourself. “Before we go home, let’s go to a convenience store. I want ice cream or a soda. Any liquid in the house is mixed with alcohol.”

He lifted your intertwined hands and poke his nose at your skin. “I’ll treat. A reward for putting up with this damn antic.”

“Can’t deny a hard bargain, Hyungie.” You agreed as you pointed over towards a gate. You spent much time outside, you were able to inspect the perimeter. “We can leave through there. No one will know we left.”

“I’m sure they won’t even know anything. They’re all drunk out of their minds.” He pulled you as you ran through the grass. You escaped the madhouse and made your own adventure with some strawberry juice and vanilla ice cream. 

-

Hours later, people were drunk out of their minds and dancing to Yoongi and Namjoon singing through the karaoke microphone. The birthday boy knocked out on the couch, cuddling up to Jimin while the older held a conversation with one of the guests. Hoseok was sitting in the corner, red as a tomato. Seokjin sat next to him reading webtoons. Seojoon, Hyungsik, and Wooshik sat on the floor and engaged in a nonsense conversation  Everyone was scattered around the house.

Taehyung was chilling on the other side of the couch. He didn’t bother where Clara was. The last thing she told him was that she was going to go to their bedroom upstairs since she felt drowsy, but that was over an hour ago. Other than her, he had to be a good host and make sure everyone was fine or not breaking any of the home decors.

So he stood up and walked around the house, inspecting that everything was alright. But as scoped out the areas, he realized something—you were nowhere to be seen. The last occurrence he remembered in the night was during the cutting of Jungkook’s birthday cake. The youngest tried to feed you some of his first slice. You denied it but he insisted and pulled the birthday card, so you had no reason but to.

In fact, Taehyung was never able to even spend time with you as everyone kept talking to you and Clara clung to his side at all times. Questions were asked like how long you’ve been in Seoul, how was Geochang, how you met Taehyung, where you go to school and what was your major, which Taehyung found out that it was Masters in Education through overhearing conversations. You always loved helping and educating others, especially him.

However, the main question of the night was what exactly happened between you and Taehyung. The members knew, but everyone else didn’t. Considering his friends saw you go from ignoring him to ridiculing him to having a genuine conversation, it spiked many wonders and thoughts. They were so curious since you were the person that knew Taehyung the longest, almost your entire life. You were practically a portal of history to who was Taehyung before being famous and the celebrity everyone knew and loved.

On contrary, you actually didn’t say much about it other than the “falling out,” even throwing a small fib that since Taehyung was away and have gotten busy, you grew apart as time went on. The members didn’t even argue but had confused looks. Taehyung didn’t know why you did that, especially all that he did to you. Maybe saving face, but who really knew?

Your answers were short and simple, not going in-depth with anything and definitely not with Jimin’s questions about dating and preferences. Taehyung was bothered by why his friend asked them but realized that Jimin was just curious about that realm. To be honest, he doesn’t think his member even has an interest. He just wanted to know things.

Now Taehyung’s mind dwelled on your whereabouts. You didn’t say you were leaving. Were you okay? It was barely midnight. He checked the bathrooms and they were empty, even the guest bedrooms, and still got nothing.

He went up to his members and asked, “Have you seen ___?” Jimin, Seokjin, and Hoseok looked up at him and crinkled their eyebrows in thought.

“The last time I saw her was before Jungkook was knocked out.” Jimin nudged the birthday boy who continued to be out cold.

“Maybe she went home?” Seokjin proposed with Hoseok drunkenly nodded quietly.

Taehyung shook his head, “She would have told us, especially since it’s pretty late. I wouldn’t even let her leave all by herself.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Tae.” Jimin tried reassuring his best friend. “You’ve been worried about her the whole night through. I’m sure she had fun.”

There was so much Taehyung wanted to say, but bit back and nodded. He glanced at Yoongi and Namjoon still going strong at karaoke. “I need some water.” He announced before leaving to go to the kitchen.

He filled a glass up and chugged it down. He had a mild headache on his shoulders, still feeling worried about you. All he wanted was to know you were okay. Though this was small, it was still a party and people did pummel you with everything they got. In a way, it got too much for you.

Wait, he realized. When you were overwhelmed, you had a habit of walking away and being by—

Barking interrupted his thought process. It was Yeontan and sounded like it was coming from the backyard. On another thought, he hasn’t seen his pet the entire night so he was now concerned about two things.

The idol headed towards the back entrance and discovered the sliding door was opened a big wide, enough for his dog to stroll through. As his eyes searched for Yeontan, a gust of relief hit his face.

Not only did he find his dog bouncing and panting in joy, but Yeontan also kept you company as you sat on the patio and ate a slice of cake while talking to his dog. Your bare feet up and crossed onto the chair across “No, I can’t give you cake. There might be chemicals in here that are poison for you.” You spoke accordingly as you forked a piece into your mouth. “Not for me though. I am human and you are a dog.”

Yeontan cocked his head to the side before crawling towards your legs and jumping, whining his little heart for you. You placed the plate down on the table to grab the furry creature. “Okay, I’ll let you sit on my lap again.” The second you settled him on you, he curled up into a ball and laid down before closing his eyes. He cuddled his head into your lower stomach. “You get so cuddly. Reminds me of your father when we were younger.” You patted his fur down continuously.

Taehyung’s heart skipped at the scene. It was wholesome and sweet that he enjoyed every minute of the interaction. Also, the fact that you still knew his habit of cuddling. You looked at peace, for the first time tonight, being alone with his dog. But he hoped that he can join in like old times.

He knocked on the glass door before opening it wide enough to enter. You turned to see him close the door behind you as you grinned courteously. “I found you.” The idol greeted as he sat on the chair next to you. “Everyone said you were gone, but I didn’t believe them.”

“You’re right.” You replied as you caressed Yeontan. “Been here with your doggy for a while. He never wanted to leave me.”

“I’m surprised that he likes you. It took a while for him to like the members.” Taehyung stared at his pet as he leaned into this chair. “Clara still struggles with him. He always growls or runs away from her.”

You frowned as you glared at the animal on you. You stage whispered, “You shouldn’t do that to your mom. She cares for you, you know?”

Taehyung chuckled at your behavior. “Actually, no. He’s my pet. She doesn’t really care for him, only feeds him when I’m not around. Clara didn’t agree with me getting a dog, but I still got him.”

“Who would say no to this face?” You purred as you brought a sleeping Yeontan into your arms and kissed his head.

The idol heavily admired the view as you nuzzled your face into Yeontan’s fur. The small Pomeranian lazily licked the tip of your nose before going back to his slumber. You giggled and kept him back on your lap.

“I forgot that you just go away from everyone, yet you’re still here.” Taehyung pointed out, grabbing your attention.

“I mean I didn’t want to be rude to just leave without notifying the host.” You shrugged as you reached for your plate of dessert.

“I guess the habit never left you.”

You blew out a soft laugh from your nose. “Yeah, the habit of you always finding me never left either.”

“You had me worried.” He spoke truthfully as he bit his lips. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of these kinds of things.”

“You shouldn’t have been.” You told, trying to assure him. ”Parties before were crowded, but this was pretty tame.”

“Yet you still came outside alone with my pet.”

“It got a little too much when a drunk Jungkook was glued onto me and Namjoon asked me to sing with him. After laying birthday boy down on Jimin, everyone else was distracted so I dipped without notice.” You explained as you took some whipped buttercream into your mouth. “Everyone was nice though, and they gave me their numbers and even asked to hang out, but…”

“But…” Taehyung egged on, wanting to hear more of your opinion.

“I told them we’ll see ‘cause I really am busy with work and school, and other things.” You sighed.

“Did you have fun at least, ___?”

“Yeah, I did.” You smiled, reminiscing about tonight as you scraped what was left of the cake before popping it in between your lips. “It’s been a while since I had done something like this, so thank you for helping me out. I know you were busy and all, but—”

“No, no, I wasn’t busy. I actually wanted to hang out with you, but everyone else was in the queue to spend some time with the famous ___.”

“Please, I’m sure I’m the farthest from being famous in that room.” You snorted in disbelief. “Jungkook even introduced me to some of his idol friends, I forgot their names…Eunwoo? Yugyeom? I don’t know. There were so many names to remember.”

Taehyung smiled happily at your rambling. “Baby steps, I guess. Uhh…” He scratched his temple, trying to think of how to word this properly. “I hope this helped with, ummm, trusting people a little.” You blinked, reaching his uneasy eyes. “I’m sorry if this offends you. I just—”

“I understand.” You said. “I remembered back in the hospital that you wanted to help me trust people again.”

“Did it work?”

“Well, this is only the first meet so…” You breathed out. “Baby steps, I guess.” You repeated his saying to which he scrunched his nose in amusement and looked down at his lap. “I’m sure you’re wondering if I’m on my way to trusting you.” 

His mouth cured down when he pulled his up to see your pupils and face forward. “Is it that obvious?”

“You’ve been worried about me the entire night, you looked for me, you’re being protective of me from your drooling members, you’re asking all these questions now…and I know that’s what you want from me.”

“I—”

“I don’t like saying this now, but that’s how you were, Taehyung.” You huffed, then finally met his eye contact. “It’s fascinating that you still do that.”

“Why is it fascinating?”

“Because it’s been ten years since I last knew you.” You murmured. “I’m sure there are many differences between Taehyung before and Taehyung now.”

The idol pursed his lips at your statement. It seemed that everyone but him verbalized that things were different between you and him. That you weren’t eight anymore, that he wasn’t able to care for you as much as before, that the restoring bond wasn’t strong like when you were younger. He hated it, he didn’t want to resort to that so-called justified belief. The memories were there, that was his evidence as well as yours, but you refused to look at them as how he did.

“You say that yet, look where we are.” Taehyung implied, gazing at the perplexed expression on you. “Party inside, yet you’re outside and alone just like before. And you said it yourself, I always find you.” You didn’t respond, only letting him speak further. “It feels like the same old things between me and you.”

You processed what he was saying. He seemed bothered, the defense evident on his features. You understood what he meant, and you did see the patterns within the weeks, but you weren’t going to tell him that. There was still distance and you couldn’t figure out why or how to solve it yet. You doubted he figured it out too because he was struggling right now.

Or maybe you did know, but you feared the results and vulnerability you had to do.

“You can’t say that we’re still the same because you know damn, well that’s not true. Again, you don’t know the kind of person I’ve become in the past ten years, Taehyung.” You informed him, eyeing him out. “It’s all blank and all you know are those memories when we were younger and naive. There are differences.” You stated calmly indifferent to your heart palpitating rapidly. “Like how I think of you now.”

Taehyung felt a stubby pit in him. He didn’t like that he was aware of that fact, but it stung when you confirmed the distance. You were right, he knew nothing within those ten years and who you were. He hated himself for it. The shortness in his breathing was present but tried his best to control it without going through another episode. “W—what do you mean by that?”

“Well…” You fiddled with your fingers, gathering your thoughts into words. “You were my best friend.”

“A-and-and now?”

“I don’t know.” You responded curtly. Your tone was rude, but you didn’t know how to say it without hurting him. And the hurt was there on him with his shoulders slouching lower. “Sorry, to say it like that. But it’s my truth.”

He nodded defeatedly. “I get it. I’m the reason why it’s so hard for you to trust others.” You didn’t want to comfort him and say it wasn’t true, because that would be lying. ”And trusting the perpetrator is almost impossible.”

Now you wanted to counter. “It’s not impossible, Taehyung.”

“How can you even say that when you don’t even know how you think of me?” His glossy irises shined through the dimming light of the midnight moon. Hints of tears were not there, but he was fighting them back into place.

“Because I’m letting you back in again.” You directly expressed, but the pain was still there. Your eyes frantically searched around as you debated your next move. You hesitantly raised your arm out to him. At times, your hand flinched back but kept moving forward. He followed your movements in curiosity before he realized what you were doing.

Your fingers jungled through his ebony locks, scratching his scalp in fondness as you peered at the idol. “Taehyung like how you have your reasons, I have mine too. It’s not impossible because I forgave you too. If you want me back in your life, I want you as well. It goes both ways.” You held forth as you pushed back his bangs, revealing his shining forehead. “It’s just gonna take a while with all that happened, okay? Even with your members and friends. It’s coming together.”

“I don’t want us to be awkward though. I know you feel it too.”

“We can’t help it. We have empty years behind us, and hopefully, we’ll be able to catch up. Just don’t think too much about our past now and don’t compare. I’m not the happy-go-lucky pushover you know.”

“You were never a pushove—”

“We’re back and focus on how are now.”

“How are you even so calm? I miss my best friend and wanna hug you so tightly, but I feel like you’re gonna kick my ass if I do.” He spoke childishly, making you giggle.

His insides tingled at your lovely sound.

“You’re not wrong again.” You brought back your hand. A low whine came out of his mouth when he couldn’t feel your touch anymore.

“Of course, I’m not. I know you inside and out.” He frowned.

“Not all…” You said under your breath and were in relief that he didn’t catch it. “I’m calm because I know it will happen. Not everything happens within a night, Taehyung.”

“I also don’t like how formal you call me. I miss Hyun—”

“Don’t push it.” Clipping your voice, you clenched your jaw. You shut him up right away. “Let’s take it slow, please.”

He agreed then you yawned largely before rubbing your eyes. “You tired? I have extra roo—”

“I’ll take a cab home.” You spoke as you stood from your seat with Yeontan in your arms still sleeping. Taehyung copied your movements before you transferred his dog to him. “I need to wake up early to study anyway.”

“Are you sure? Everyone’s too drunk to move any limbs and is probably sleeping over.”

“More reasons for me to leave.” You said matter of factly. “You can take care of them. I sobered up while outside.”

“It’s late. I don’t even know where you live. What if you live far?”

“Taehyung…”

“I’m being respectively concerned.” He reasoned as he slid the back door open, letting you both inside. “I’m not letting anyone leave the house. We’re all sleeping in the living room. I prepared matching pajamas for every one of us.”

You chortled at exaggerated words, but deep down, he spoke the truth. He was an idol…he could afford it. “Seems like no won’t be an answer for you?”

“You’re not wrong.” He smirked as you both headed down the empty hallway and up the stairs. Judging by the sounds and muffled voices, the party seemed to die down as everyone grew sleepy. In a split second, all of his members were in the living room dressed in red checkered pajamas. Even the sleeping Jungkook was changed.

You trailed behind the idol. Once you were brought into the first door to the left of the second floor, you found the same pajamas his members wore. You turned to him, in a surprised but expected expression. “You deadass bought matching pajamas. How’d you know their sizes?”

“I don’t, but it’s pretty easy for men through height.” He pointed out. “But you’re one of the few ladies inside the house so it’s pretty limited.”

You grabbed the folded clothes off the neat bed, checking it out. “I’m sure this is fine then. Thanks.”

“You’re lucky with this guest bedroom. You have your own bathroom in this. When I bought this house, I didn’t even know until Jimin pointed it out.” Taehyung leaned into the doorframe, crossing his arms. “This is Jimin’s unofficial room.”

You chuckled at his same-aged member. “So I guess I’ll change and head down to the living room?”

“No, you’re staying here.”

A formed morphed on your lips. “What, why?”

“There are so many men down there. I’m not putting you out there.”

You eyed Taehyung speechlessly. Sure, it was transparent that he was protective over you, but you didn’t think to this extent. At least not now, which made you question it densely.

“You have a nice spacious room to yourself, ___. Don’t give it up to sleep on a couch or floor with some…men.” He gagged at the emphasis of the word. Did he not realize that these were his friends he talked about?

“Fine, it’s your house anyway.” You gave in as you unfolded the sleepwear.

“There’s a new toothbrush for you to use as well as some makeup remover and cleanser. Make sure you lock the door. Jimin might notice something’s up.” Taehyung provided and you hummed in response.

“Thank you again. I’m actually very tired, it’s been a long day.” You were grateful for all his doings tonight. 

“Don’t overwork yourself.” He reminded strictly, making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious, ___. I don’t want to repeat the last time.”

“I’ve been better, I swear.” You promised, sticking out your pinky toward his frame. Your gesture made him grin as he latched onto your small finger with his longer and larger one.

“Keep that promise.” He advised before parting. “If you need anything, just call me or knock on my door. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thank you.” You gave your gratitude once again. “Good night, Taehyung.”

“Sweet dreams, ___.” Sweet dreams, my Blue. He wanted to say so desperately.

Once he left, you changed your clothes. You headed towards the bathroom to wash up. As you brushed your teeth, you reflected on the night. There was a slight shift in this…thing with Taehyung, and it was a good sign you hoped. At the very least, he now was aware of how genuine you wanted to be his friend again. It was only a matter of how much and how long. It really was going to take a while, but it couldn’t be helped. At least on your end. 

You still didn’t trust him, but it was gradually getting there. You and your heart knew. After all—

He was your best friend.

Tagged: @manuosorioh @kaal-ee @dahliasbouqet @bertqut1 @fuckthinking @thvxstf

[junkyeu-blog]

dear eliminated trainees,

you all did well. You gave your best until the very end, fighting for a place in the treasure team but still managing to build up friendships with the others. You’ve grown as persons and improved so much during the show. You were envious of those, who made it on stage with “crazy love” but you also cheered for them and felt joy seeing your new and old friends living their dream. And I’m sure, soon yours are also going to become true.

Until then, work hard and stay healthy. I and so many more are extremely proud of you. We will wait until we can meet again. You guys did amazing, I love you.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐡.

[girlgrouptrash101]

Pristin Reaction to Breaking Up with Their S/O and Wanting to Get Back Together

Request: “Pristin reaction to them breaking up with their bf and wanting to get back”

A/N: pledis hate hours are always open

- C

Nayoung:

Nayoung never wanted to break up with you in the first place, and it was all because of a stupid fight where you said things that you never meant. She was the one who came to you, and after hearing her sincere apology, you knew there were intense feelings for Nayoung that you couldn’t deny. Nayoung tried to put the past behind you, she didn’t want any more negativity in the relationship.

Roa:

Minkyung didn’t want to get back with you, because she knew her members wouldn’t agree, but there were so many feelings for you that she couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard she tried. She talked to her members, and realising that she still loved you, her members told her to go back to you. Roa did just that, confessing her feelings and asking you out again. Roa would want to do it better this time, and she would.

Yuha:

Yuha had tried her best to get over you, but it just wasn’t happening for her. She saw you one day backstage at a music show, and she could feel all of her suppressed emotions coming back up. She had to talk to you, so she did. She apologized for everything, explaining how she had been feeling lately. You agreed to meet up with her to talk more before making any decisions, and that was enough for Yuha.

Eunwoo:

Eunwoo would be one to feel the regret almost as soon as she had said the words. She took them back immediately, apologizing profusely and asking you to forgive her. She said she would do anything for you not to break things off for good with her, and she really meant it. Eunwoo swore she’d never get that angry and hurt you again, and she’d do her very best to prove it until you believed her words.

Rena:

Rena didn’t know what to do. She knew that when she broke up with you she had no attention of coming right back to you, but god damn, did she miss you. Instead of talking to her members about it, she called you and organized to meet you at a local café. She was mature enough to tell you exactly how she had been feeling, and how much she was missing you. After hearing her out, you decided to give her a second chance, much to Rena’s delight.

Kyulkyung:

Kyulkyung tried to keep strong and break up with you for good, but only a day later she knew that she couldn’t do it. She sat around and stared at her phone all day, questioning whether to call you or not. She eventually gave in and called you, and you sounded just as upset as she was feeling. She took everything back, all in hopes that you’d take her back. Kyulkyung didn’t think she deserved a second chance but you gave her one anyway, and she wasn’t going to mess it up.

Yehana:

It was actually Yehana’s members who believed that you two should get back together after you had broken up a couple weeks before. Yehana hadn’t been the same since, and her bubbly, lively energy just wasn’t there. So it was Sungyeon and Eunwoo who had approached you, wondering if you’d ever take Yehana back. You said yes, and Yehana was over the moon when she found out.

Sungyeon:

Sungyeon was so upset, she was crying more than she was dry-eyed. Her members had never seen anything like this coming from Sungyeon, and they never wanted to see it again. So they were the ones that contacted you, and it turned out that you were feeling the same. When you finally met up with Sungyeon again you didn’t exchange any words, just running into one another’s arms and not wanting to let go, ever.

Xiyeon:

Xiyeon knew she had said some hurtful things when she broke it off with you, but it was all in the heat of the moment and she didn’t mean a single word she said. She tried to stop texting you to fully break it off, but the guilt was killing her. She turned up at your house with a big box of your favourite chocolates and an apology. Xiyeon knew there was a big chance you wouldn’t take her back, but she had to at least apologise for what she said.

Kyla:

Kyla spent a lot of time thinking about her decision to break up with you, and she spent even more time regretting it. She consulted Nayoung, and her unnie told her to simply follow her heart and take it from there. Kyla called you, apologizing and asking you to meet up with her so she could apologise again. Kyla would spend a lot of time overthinking herself, and if you didn’t want to see her again, she would understand.

[prxncessxiyeon]

New Account !!

This is an account for Pristin reactions and scenarios and all sorts of writing. I just love Pristin so much but they are so under appreciated :( please send in any requests just no smut lmao

[godyunjin]

Pristin reaction to another idol group flirting with their s/o

(hi lovely anon! thanks for being my first requestor i will never forget this moment (っ˘̩︵˘̩)っ 

since anon didn't give any specific group, i won’t mention anyone since imma loser??? ok enjoy my first post and shitty writing!

Nayoung: 

Nayoung's glad that you're finally mingling with other idols aside from her group members but when the sunbae or hoobae gets too close to her s/o, she'd jump in the conversation and show the idol flirting with you that you're already taken. 

Minkyeong / Roa : 

Minkyeong trusts you and believes that you won't lead the other idol on but she will keep on watching from afar, giving the other idol glares and sinister smiles that'll scare him off. 

Kyungwon / Yuha : 

As soon as she sees you talking to the idol, she'll join the conversation and be much more clingy, and when the idol doesn't seem to notice you guys are dating, she'll probably kiss you in front of the other idol. (lmao this cheeky girl) 

Eunwoo : 

Eunwoo will take action immediately; she'll interrupt everytime the idol makes a joke or asks something that you'll probably be the one jealous because you'll think she's flirting with him/her. 

Yebin / Rena : 

This smol bean would probably overreact and probably would start acting rude without realizing it like saying really sarcastic things and laughing sarcastically every time the other idol says a pick up line or joke. You'll probably scold her after she scares the poor guy or girl away but she'll shrug and use her charm to get out of trouble. 

Kyulkyung : 

This whiny baby would be calling for you from across the room, clinging onto you to take her out for ice cream but you don't want to be rude to the idol talking to you since you're a big fan. Once she gets really jealous, she'll charm the other idol and politely ask them to excuse you from the conversation. 

Yewon / Yehana : 

This precious baby wouldn't even realize that he/she is flirting with you until the other idol starts doing skinship and touching you and all. She'll probably leave quietly and you'll realize a little while later. You'll end up leaving the other idol to look for Yewon and ensure this little fluffball that she doesn't have to worry about anything. 

Sungyeon : 

Sungyeon will be obviously annoyed but she'll enjoy watching the other idol's hopeless and shameless flirting before making a move and show him or her that you're already taken.

(pretend that yebin is the idol flirting with u, it fits so well lmaooo)

Xiyeon/Siyeon : 

She'll just stand next to you the whole time quietly and won't even bother joining the conversation since she knows you're not the type to lead someone on, especially since you're already dating. And to be honest, Siyeon's expressions and glares are enough to scare the other idol away. 

Kyla : 

Since Kyla is still young, she'll probably be unsure on how to act so she'll probably be sulking somewhere, and you'll see her, so you leave the other idol to comfort Kyla since Kyla isn't really that confident with herself (Please protect this soft baby from haters she deserves all the love in the world)

now here’s you kissing kyla after confronting her

done! now here’s a psa

request here

groups i write for

[50shadesof-kpop]

PRISTIN: Reaction to all of them liking the same girl

Based on this request

Nayoung :

As soon as she notices that the other members are into the girl, she will back down and give advice to her members. And if she feels a bit jealous of the member she will just focus on practice to forget about her crush.

 Roa :

Unlike Nayoung she will try to highlight a bit by giving her best smile, best pose, being really nice. However, she might not give her all because of the other members, especially if some of them are really really really into the girl.

Yuha :

Let the war begin! She will try her best to get the girl, she’ll get competitive and tell the other members to get ready! But for real, if she's trying that hard it's because the girl must be special to her.

 Rena :

She's going to be glued to the girl all the time. She wouldn't use crazy pickup lines or anything, but she wouldn't hide her attraction either. From time to time she would brag about being close with the girl to the members.

Eunwoo & Kyulkyung :

They will fangirl together about that girl. They will give each other advice and enjoy the awkwardness of the situation (all of them liking the same girl) together, making fun of the other members’ attempts

 Yehana :

She will act confident in front of the members but will be shy in front of the girl. She will try to be very subtle but fails because she can't help but smile widely in front of her (she's so adorable omg)

Sungyeon :

A lot like Roa, she will be very nice to the girl, but the situation would be too funny for her to handle. She will easily let it go for the others and return to practice with Nayoung unnie, forgetting the love triangle or rectangle (or any 10 angles geometric figure lmao)

Xiyeon :

She will put all the chances on her side, she will try to discourage the other members and to highlight herself. She'd definitely be the member Eunwoo and Kyulkyung would like watching the most, she’s so passionate!

Kyla :

She will try to hide it, even if everyone knows because she’s not as subtle as she thinks she is. She’ll keep denying it all the time.

[a-girl-with-a-big-heart]

Pristin

Scenarios☆|Moodboards♡|Imagines✧

Reactions

Your dog/cat dying(Sub Unit) You being depressed(Sub Unit)

Nayoung

Roa

Dating in high school♡ You’re Overreacting | Fluff slight Angst☆ I Still Love You | Fluff and Angst☆

Yuha A vacation/trip♡

Eunwoo

Dating/being her girlfriend♡

Rena

Rely On Me | Fluff☆ Photo Perfect | Fluff☆ Blush | Fluff☆

Kyulkyung

SugarMommy!✧

Yehana

Sungyeon

Xiyeon

A coffee date♡ Blooming | Fluff☆ Lavender | Fluff☆ Merry Xmas! | Fluff☆

Kyla

Materialist

[17mounteens]

Someone to lean on (Chan)

Request:

hello!can i have a chan fluff where you 2 are trainees(chan as an oppa please,2 years older,if you dont mind)and only realise feelings for each other when chan starts to debut?thank you!:)

» You and Chan are trainees, and he’s two years older than you. You only realize your feelings for each other when he starts to debut.

Being a trainee at Pledis, you felt as though everyone was, more or less, one big family. Even if you weren’t close with more than a few of the other trainees, you could still trust all of them, and everyone did their best to help one another out.

It was such a lovely atmosphere that it helped you push through all the struggles as a trainee, and even when things got rough, you knew you’d have someone to lean on.

Sometimes that someone happened to be Lee Chan, a trainee who was a few years older than you and was a lot of the time with twelve other trainees, with whom he formed the group Seventeen. Their debut was still undecided, but it was clear that whenever the company could, they would debut them.

Chan and you had gotten along from the first moment you met. Since he was one of the youngest in his group, he had felt some sort of a need to protect you, since you were even younger, on top of which you had similar senses of humor and matching interests.

He was easy to be around, and so you sought his company whenever you could and vice versa. Sometimes you were lucky enough to practice together, too, and during those times he never missed the opportunity to dance with you - or alternatively have a dance battle with you. Usually the loser owed the winner something small to eat, and you thought fondly of all the times you had sat by the one of the walls of the practice room, eating whatever the loser had bought.

You never thought much about the way your heart fluttered around him, however, or about just how happy you got whenever you saw him or heard someone talk about him.

As far as you were concerned, you were merely admiring an older, more experienced trainee, who you happened to be friends with.

That day, you were feeling homesick after having an argument with one of your fellow trainees and getting scolded by the staff for not improving enough in the set time they had given you. It hardly helped that you were hungry, as that only made the emotions arise more.

You were walking in the hallways of the building, and when you heard a familiar loud laugh come from one of the practice rooms, your heart fluttered a little.

Chan, you thought, and a small smile made its way to your lips. Without another thought, you opened the door a little and apologized to Seokmin when you noticed that he had been standing by the door, with which you had managed to push him.

“Chan, Y/N’s here!” Seokmin exclaimed to the youngest, easily figuring out that he was exactly who you were looking for. Seokmin smiled at you, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he pouted a little. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just... it’s nothing,” you said with a small smile and assured Seokmin that everything was fine before turning to Chan, who had jogged up to you. “Do you have a minute?”

Chan smiled brightly, his cheeks tinted a faint shade of pink, and nodded energetically. “Of course.”

He got out of the room, and soon the two of you were out walking to a cafe you occasionally went to together. Chan gave you curious glances every now and then while you clutched your water bottle and tried to find the right words to say.

When nothing came out, however, Chan chuckled softly. “If it’s more comfortable at the cafe, you can tell me what’s up when we’re there.”

“I think that would work,” you replied with a warm smile, and slowly began asking him about his day.

Chan’s smile brightened immediately, and you could see how excited he got. You couldn’t help but smile, too, waiting for him to finally tell you what was up.

“I think we’re finally debuting,” he said quietly, grinning from ear to ear, and brought his forefinger in front of his mouth. “It’s still a bit of a secret, I think, but we’ll have a reality show, and if all goes well, at the end of it...”

“...You’ll debut,” you finished Chan’s sentence, your heart feeling oddly heavy at the thought, and merely blinked when he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s... that’s great!”

“Right?” he asked, still giddy, and clapped his hands together a few times. “I’m so excited! I’ve waited so long for this moment to come, and it’s finally here.”

“Yeah,” you hummed and smiled at Chan when you stopped by the cafe. “I’m really happy for you.”

He pouted while opening the door for you. “You don’t seem too happy, though?”

Sighing, you entered the cafe and went to the queue, where Chan joined you.

“It’s just... everything will be different, won’t it?” you spoke quietly, avoiding his gaze a little. You sighed again, and Chan nodded slowly as he listened to you. “You’ll be in a real group, and I’ll be just a trainee. Will we still be friends?”

Chan let out a thoughtful hum before smiling widely and taking your hand boldly into his, which wasn’t completely unheard of, as it was something he had already done a few times in the past.

“You’ve seen how NU’EST is still around and all, right? I want to be like that, too. We must still be friends, you won’t get rid of me that easily,” Chan grinned and interlaced your fingers, which made your heart flutter.

It was the first time you actually paid attention to it.

Blinking, you slowly pulled your hand away. Your mind began putting the pieces together, and Chan tilted his head when you didn’t say anything. Fortunately enough for you, you got to order soon, and five minutes later you were seated in a comfortable corner at the far back of the cafe.

You sighed as you looked at your drink, and slowly moved your gaze to Chan, who was sitting next to you and waited for you to speak with a bright smile on his face.

“It’s just... been a tough day,” you began with a bitter smile, and he nodded in understanding, waiting for you to continue. “I had a bit of a clash with Sungyeon, and then I got scolded for not improving enough with my dancinc.”

“Ah, that’s the worst,” Chan pouted, and the warm look in his eyes was quite likely one of the most reassuring things you knew. “I could help you with the dance? And with Sungyeon... you’ll talk it through, right?”

“I want to think so,” you chuckled softly and shook your head. “Otherwise training together would be very hard.”

“Exactly,” Chan snorted and took a sip of his drink, after which he looked at you quietly. You looked at him, too, and only then realized just how handsome he looked with his glasses on and hair all naturally down.

Your heart fluttered again, and you sighed.

Tilting his head, Chan smiled knowingly. “Something else on your heart?”

“I miss home,” you said and leaned against him, taking his hand into yours. Your heart felt like it could jump out of your chest, and it was beyond you how you even managed to say what you said next. “And I... think I like you. That’s what’s on my heart.”

You could hear Chan’s breath hitch, and it made you feel a sense of warmth inside of you when you felt him squeeze your hand in his and lean his head against yours.

He had always loved how bold you could be at times, usually when it was least expected.

“You should call home tonight,” he said quietly, and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, he then continued. “And I think I like you, too.”

A disbelieving yet incredibly happy smile spread to your lips, and you hid your face in Chan’s shoulder as he laughed heartily.

"It really took my debut news for you to realize?” he asked in amusement, and you snorted before nodding.

“Pretty much. I just thought I... strongly admired you. Kind of like you admire Michael Jackson,” you grinned and, with the confidence from the fact that there was no one watching the two of you, pressed a quick kiss to Chan’s cheek.

Blushing, Chan nodded and proceeded to rub his nose a little. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain if I was your Michael Jackson.”

“You can still be it,” you smiled and let out a happy sigh when Chan got his free hand around you and hugged you.

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[girls-scenarios]

My little flower.

Idol: Sungyeon. (Pristin)

Prompt: can you write a short fluffy scenario with Pristin Sungyeon where her and her gf are making flower crowns for each other?

Writer: Admin Kitty.

A/N: Okay so this isn’t very long because its just like a drabble type thing but i hope you like it anyway!! I also haven’t written in a while so i just wanted to ease back into it.

Warnings: None cause its all fluff!!!!!!!

The hot blaring sun blinded you as you looked into the sky. You raised your hand to shield your eyes from the bright rays. 

“Why don’t you wear sunglasses?” your girlfriend asked you before biting into her chicken sandwich. 

“Sunglasses are for the weak.” you replied coolly, Sungyeon rolled her eyes. 

You laid on your front on the grass, watching the trees sway in the distance. The vivid green leaves looked like a painting against the perfect blue sky. 

You picked a tiny daisy out from the grass and spun in around between your fingers.

“It’s almost as pretty as you.” You said to your girlfriend.

“Shut up!” she exclaimed, stretching her leg out to shove you a little.

You made a little hole in the stem and thread another daisy through it. 

“What are you doing?” she said looking confused.

“I’m going to make you a daisy crown, cause you’re a real princess.” you said making your chain longer.

“Wow, couldn’t afford a real crown?” she asked sarcastically.

“Wow! So ungrateful.” you said, clutching your heart in fake hurt.

“To be honest I could probably make a better one than you.” Sungyeon said, throwing the last of her sandwich in her mouth. She plucked some daisies from the ground and began to weave them together, unfortunately most of them fell apart.

“What am I doing wrong?” she said in frustration.

“You need the fat ones, the small ones break.” you said, showing her your crown of large daisies. You popped it on her head and pulled out your phone.

“Smile!” you said taking a photo of her toothy grin. “Look how pretty.” you said showing her the photo.

“You’re right, I am prettier than the daisies.” she exclaimed, flicker her hair to the side causing you to chuckle at her. 

“Are you gonna finish yours or not?” you asked, looking at her pile of broken daisies. 

“Sure, if you help me find some big ones.” she motioned you to follow her. You jumped up from your spot and scoured the field for big daisies.

“That should be enough, my head isnt that big.” You said, opening your arms and dropping the flowers on your blanket.

“Who said it was for you?” she poked you in the stomach, smirking.

“Wow, I see how it is.” You crossed your arms and looked away from her. After staring into the sky for about five minutes you felt something plop onto your head. 

“Smile!” she shouted. You stuck your tongue out. “I mean that ones cute but smile?” you obliged and smiled for her. 

“I wish the little flowers worked. They were so cute.” sungyeon whined.

“I don’t need them, you’re my little flower.”

[multiphandomunnies]

Pristin reactions

you hog the duvet while sleeping

they kiss you

you hug them from behind

accidentally hitting the youngest member

their gf wants a kiss

having a mochi maknae

their bf breaking up with them

bf wants them back

bf being close with another member

they realize they like girls

bf dies in carcrash

bf not giving her enough attention

you initiate skinship

confessing to you

bf is a comedian

bf is a foreigner

gf wanting to be a little spoon

taking care of a baby

being an older sister

dating a nerdy guy

bf kisses them first

picnic with pristin

baby au

s.o rolls off the bed while they’re sleeping

s.o is affectionate with another member

pushing s.o/ s.o pushes them off the bed

[icedmatchatae]

Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter II: The Story of You and Me

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Angst, not really a warning but the beginning of flashbacks for the story, you get to see them interact <3

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter II: The Story of You and Me || Series Masterlist

The sounds of kiddish laughter together when you played on the swings. The thrill when you ran away from him and the bugs he caught. The cries of when he fell off the tree, and you hugged the pain away. The excitement when you two received ice cream from his mom and the innocence when you held hands as your permanent walking buddy. 

They were peaceful times, you couldn’t deny, unfortunately. You were young and clueless, having no real thoughts until he came into your life. His existence sealed a very idea. The everlasting belief that defined what friendship is for you was shaped by the story of you and him.

It started in Geochang when you were five and he was six. His family moved in with his paternal grandparents in the little town. And it just so happened that his grandparents lived next to yours. You remembered the moving truck and numerous boxes at the back as a clear day. The sun flashed down onto the neighborhood, with the greenery of trees shading the houses. Birds chirped and scattered across the sky. The summer breeze was gentle as you helped your grandmother water the plants on the front porch. Still, you grew distracted, especially when you saw three children running out and jumping towards Halmeoni Kim, screaming and hugging the older woman.

“Grandma, who’s that?” You asked as you pointed towards them. “Why are they attacking Halmeoni Kim?”

Your grandmother glanced at you before following your pointing, “Oh, it’s her son’s family. They just moved in with her.” You turned your head to see her smiling at them. 

“Seolji!” Halmeoni Kim spotted your grandmother and motioned her to come by. “Come meet my family!”

Seolji looked at your curious eyes and asked, “You wanna come meet them with me?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed out your lower lips before looking down at your feet, fidgeting your body in place. The lady knew you were always a shy child but also knew how you loved making friends, especially since there weren’t many kids in this area of town. You nodded, continuing to stare down. “Come, dear.” She held out her hand, and hesitantly, you wrapped your small hand around her fingers.

As you walked to the house with her and closer to the family, their faces were much defined. You noticed that there were two boys and a girl, around the same age, maybe even your age. You grew intimidated with the three versus one. You never had siblings, so it was always just you and your grandparents. You feared they wouldn’t like you, so you hid behind the skirt of your grandmother.

“This is my son, Jitae, and his wife, Miseon.” Halmeoni Kim introduced the other two grown-ups, and they exchanged greetings. “And these are their children, Taehyung, Eunjeong, and Sungyeon.” The Kim siblings waved back to your grandmother’s skirt.

“Ahhh, look at you gorgeous children.” Seolji was awed as she patted each of their heads, to which they smiled, gazing up. “Let me introduce you to my granddaughter, ___. She’s a little shy, but she’ll warm up to you.” Her head shifted towards your hiding self as you gripped the fabric tighter. “Come on, ___.”

You leaned to the side, peaking to see them. But you barely got a sight when the tallest and eldest boy of the bunch went up to you, blocking your way, and held out his hand with a rectangular smile.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung! Nice to meet you.” He greeted as he studied your features. Your hair was styled into pigtails with those two blue-balled hair ties, a matching blue dress, and those jelly shoes that your grandparents worked hard to afford. He also spotted a gold little necklace with a flower pendant around your neck.

Seolji pushed you forward and in front of him. Your eyes sparked curiosity yet uncertainty. However, meeting his genuine sparkling eyes made you feel comfortable, almost washing away your initial concerns. 

“Aww, what a beautiful granddaughter you have.” Taehyung’s mother complimented, watching your interaction.

You raised your trembling hand and grabbed onto his before he shook it rapidly, surprising you. “You’re ___, right?” Taehyung asked, and you nodded. “Let’s have fun!” The two younger siblings scrambled away and screamed playfully while the eldest boy tugged you lightly to come to join.

Your head pivoted towards your grandmother. She nodded and encouraged you to have fun before landing your eyes back on Taehyung. “Will you be there to play?” You wanted to make sure.

He nodded happily, “Of course! I’ll always play with you.” For the very first time, Taehyung saw you smile, following your cheeks protruded upwards. Your face was lighter and brighter. He liked your smile and wanted to see more of it.

And once you both ran off together, it was the beginning of an unforgettable friendship.

You learned about Taehyung, confirming that he was the eldest child of the Kim family yet the silliest one of the trio. They originally were from Daegu but moved to be closer to his grandparents as well as helped with her farming. He loves his family to pieces with how he acts. He was affectionate and caring but also a troublemaker. 

Taehyung was an outgoing child. He enjoyed playing outside the house or in the park and meeting new friends, especially when school started. They invited him to play or go to their birthday parties. With all these new friendships developing for his young self, your quiet, reserved self was still his number one.

Other kids loved you, but they loved Taehyung. He brought you with him as it got you out of your comfort zone. You were usually hesitant, but he made sure to tell you that he would be there for you all the time. When the two of you went out together, a group would jump on you to hang out, and you did.

But when you couldn’t handle kids, you had the habit of walking away and playing alone. But once he spotted you, he’d join in and relish every minute spent. You appreciated him for that. If he had to choose friends, he’d pick you right off the bat.

Taehyung also learned more about you, especially one night when you slept over at his house as a slumber party. His siblings fell asleep way too early, so it was just you and him in the living room. Blankets were stacked and spread across the floor with many pillows surrounding your bodies. You sat together in your pajamas, watching some cartoons while drinking some hot chocolate.

“Tae, you need to go to sleep soon. ___, you too.” Taehyung’s father stepped into the room, inspecting you both.

“We will, dad!” Taehyung shouted back, his eyes still on the TV. Even if he left you two alone, he knew that you weren’t sleeping anytime. But he lets it be and have your fun as it wasn’t a school night. His father said good night to both, but I love you to Taehyung before heading to bed himself.

Once you finished your hot chocolates, you got ready for bed. The living room lights were off, but a nightlight shined in the corner of the space. You closed your eyes to sleep, but Taehyung poked your side.

“___?” He asked. You opened your eyes and turned to face Taehyung, always staring at you. “Where are your parents?”

Without any thought, you replied, “They’re not here anymore. Grandma said they’re in heaven.”

“Like they’re dead?”

Though Taehyung meant no harm and blessed his soul, the way he said it made your eyes swell up with tears. Within seconds, he heard you wheezing with streaks running down your cheeks. “Oh, no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” He got up and pulled your small body into his dainty arms. 

“It’s okay, I know.” You sniffled. He wiped the tears off your face and held you tightly. “But yeah, I don’t know what happened.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, taking in each other’s presence, before Taehyung wondered, “Do you miss them?”

“Yeah, I wish they were still here.” You nodded. “We were a happy family, but now it’s just me and grandma and grandpa.”

“Are you happy with your grandparents? Do you love them?”

“Yeah, I love them.”

“Then you’re still with family! And they love you too!”

“You’re right, but…” You got off of him and sat up to gaze into his eyes. “I get sad sometimes when I see your family.”

“What? Why?” He pouted and tilted his head.

“I wish I had that.”

He frowned harder, seeing your face grow dull and sad. He didn’t like seeing you in this state. He tried his best to cheer you up. “You do have that!”

Now your expression was puzzled, and you mimicked his leaning head. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you have your grandparents but now, you have us!” He cheered, putting a big smile on him. “Me and my family.”

“How is that possible?”

“Are you happy when you’re with us?” He questioned, and you nodded. “Do you love us?”

Blush appeared on your cheeks as you suddenly held eye contact with your lap. “Yeah, I love you guys.”

You felt his hands on your face, lifting your head to meet him. He grinned softly and scrunched his nose. “Then you’re family because we also love you, and you make us happy!”

Your glossy doe irises gaped at him as the soft light of the night light shined. His skin was silk, his hair was messy, and his demeanor was playful, but his heart radiated the most on him. He cared for you and wanted to protect you from all things possible. He giggled at your staring as he used his thumbs to tip off the excess tears before hugging you.

“I love you, ___!” It was the first of many times he told you that, and you believed him wholeheartedly. That was the moment he conveyed hope into your life and continued on as the years went by.

“I love you too.”

It was evident in the early years that Taehyung was important to you, and you hoped the same, well, he was explicit on it, showering you with affection you didn’t like, but you let him do it. You wanted to give him a gift of appreciation, but of course, you had no money, and you never liked asking your grandparents for it.

So you decided to make it with the box of crafts you had in your room. You took some time and tried to make it as perfect for him and you as possible. If your friendship was long-term, then this gift had to last too. After a couple of days, you were done and wrapped it into a small box.

It was the aftermath of his twelfth birthday as well as his party. You were granted permission to sleep over at his place once again. As usual, everyone went to bed except you two and stayed up watching a Disney movie on the couch. Though Taehyung was tired from all the fun and games and the opening of his presents, you still never gave your present to him. For some reason, you didn’t want to give it where people were watching. In your mind, the gift was only for you and him.

You eyed Taehyung, who rested his head on your shoulder, keeping his eyes on the screen. You licked your lips before nudging him, thus catching his attention.

He got off you and raised an eyebrow, “What’s up?” He noticed you agitating in your seat, a sign he knew all too well. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You spoke softly.

“Obviously, you’re lying.” He rolled his eyes, knowing you were easy to read. He leaned towards you as you fidgeted your fingers, a habit he knew when you were nervous. “Don’t lie. What’s wrong?” 

Your large pupils gazed at his with your opened mouth, trying to explain yourself. “I-I-I have a present.”

He lightly chuckled, “You don’t have to be nervous about that.” He patted your hair. “How come you didn’t give it at the party?”

“I wanted it a secret.” You replied. “You and me.”

He accepted your reasoning and nodded. He watched you get up and dig through your backpack before you brought out a small blue box in your hands. You sat back down and handed him the gift.

“Happy birthday!” You greeted once more, making him shine his signature smile at you.

In a rush, he ripped open the box until he discovered what was inside. He was somewhat confused, but then he realized it when he remembered what you had on your wrist during the party. He complimented it and wished you to make one for him, but little did he know, it was already created.

“You made me one too?” He gasped, pulling out the blue friendship braided bracelet made of hemp threads. To make it more personal, you weaved beads with his initial “T” and other cute charms like a tiger, a white flower, a strawberry, and a smiley face.

“It was my intention to, before I made mine.” You showed yours, which was completely identical to his except for the initial as it had yours. “It’s adjustable! Just pull the strings here. I tried my best...do you like it? Is it weird?”

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing!” He eagerly put it on and tightened it on his wrist. He examined it with so much passion and happiness on his face, then caught your prideful staring. “Thank you, ___. I love it.” He touched your accessorized wrist with him, acting like there was so much friendship power within the bracelets. “We’re now conjoined. You’re stuck with me forever and never leaving my side.”

You laughed at his proclamation, shaking your head. You reached for his fingers to intertwine them with yours, a common behavior in your friendship. “I’m serious. The idea of being apart from you—that’s never going to happen.” He pulled your arm so you could move closer to him. He kissed your hair before laying his cheek on your head.

“Me and you.” Taehyung spoke, holding your fingers tightly. 

Over time, your friendship grew stronger and more powerful like a fire burning bright. Everyone around you could see it from hundreds of kilometers away. But that was only an outsider’s perspective that the bond was too sturdy to break you apart, no matter how much it’s been trampled on. They never fully understood what you meant to each other, how you were always together, and why you were significant to one another. 

One could say it was because you had known each other since you were young, another could explain it’s because you shared the same interests, and some other person would assume that you liked each other, but since you were small, you wouldn’t even know it.

They could be right or wrong, but they’ll never know. Yes, you and Taehyung were similar yet very different, developing your own beliefs and values when you grew older. You were young when you met him, but whether six or sixty-three, you were destined to meet at some point. It didn’t matter. And some people…said things that felt like what ifs.

It was hard to explain in words. But the closest understanding you got with your simple adolescent mind was when walls seemed to cave in, you looked into each other’s eyes and you felt alive. You found comfort and hope in a pool of cocoa-swirled irises that sparkled at every glance. The gravitational pull was tough; no amount of magnets in the world could rip you apart. If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

But now it’s different.

Where was that friendship? It’s gone, incinerated by the flames of your own hold. Nothing left but dust that was soon blown away by the same summer breeze you met with. The bond diminished and became paper thin that even delicate silk could destroy it by a single touch. What was once there was gone.

But there you were right before Taehyung, after years apart, almost a decade. 

You were distracted by talking to someone. Yet Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at you. The last time he saw you, you were both teenagers, and the last known location you were in was back in Geochang.

It was pretty unfathomable. Like who would have thought you two were to meet in some dingy restaurant in the middle of a dangerous area? Also, why are you here, in Seoul? And specifically, this part of the city? So many questions ran through his mind. But the hard-hitting fact was you were there, in the flesh and within reach.

Wait, was it really you? Were his eyes misleading him? It has been a while…but if Taehyung trusted his intuition, then it had to be you. Your face was too distinct for him to forget.

Your familiar face still captured the warmth you used to present to him, usually with a welcoming smile and open arms. He couldn’t help but scrutinize your entire being. You grew into your features, even your curves, so he can assume that aging did you well. However, he noticed the little things that others usually don’t. Your rosy, plump cheeks were dull and hallow. Your hopeful twinkling eyes were covered with restlessness as dimness and darkness circulated them. You seemed thinner than how you normally were—if Taehyung could remember. You don’t look like you’ve eaten a proper meal.

He was filled with so many emotions that he felt like tearing up. But that emotion was thrown out because he refused to cry in this establishment.

He saw you huff and walk away, ending the conversation you had. The person you talked to rolled his eyes and turned around before accidentally facing Taehyung. The guy cocked an eyebrow at the idol, who kept this astonished expression on his face.

“Okay, you look familiar, but I still don’t care.” Kenji spoke before passing by Taehyung to go to the bathroom.

That made Taehyung snap out of his trance and shake his head. He quickly walked towards his hyungs, who had a heated discussion about something, and sat down with his worry high and mighty.

“She probably doesn’t know who we are.” Wooshik retorted. “I’d say you should flirt with her, kinda your type. You’re growing old, Hyung.”

“Shut your mouth and don’t be ridiculous.” Seojoon belittled. “Sure, she’s cute, pretty, but no way. She probably gets hit on, especially with the men here. I don’t think she wants that.”

“Hyung, have some confidence in yourself.” Wooshik complained, leaning back into his seat. “You’re good-looking—”

“W-who are you talking about?” Taehyung questioned, still frazzled by his discovery.

“The waitress serving us.” Wooshik smiled playfully. “She’s pretty and I’m telling hyung to talk to her, especially since she doesn’t know—”

“Hair this length, big doe-eyes, cute rounded nose, shapely cheekbones, her name ___?” Taehyung motioned and described you to a T, biting his lips and staring at the older men. 

They were stunned at how well their youngest friend pointed out the key characteristics of a stranger he didn’t even meet. “Uhh, yeah, her name was ___—How’d you know that? You were literally shitting in the bathroom.”

Taehyung was about to open his mouth to complain that he wasn’t pooping when all of a sudden, “I have your drinks right here!” You presented cheerfully to the men. Your head was angled in a way to look at Seojoon and Wooshik that you overlooked Taehyung. Yet surprised at your presence, the idol flinched and accidentally hit his knee from under the table. Hissing in pain, he dropped his utensils to the floor.

“Oh, no! Let me help you.” You gasped, and in a hurry, you placed the tray of beverages on the table to crouch down. 

Damn, your voice…he missed it. The tone would have healed his knee if that were possible. “Oh, fuck. My bad.” Taehyung winced, looking down at his knee and where his now dirtied chopstick lay on the ground.

The voice made your ears twitch; it sounded familiar, almost too familiar. But you cackled internally as you shook your head in disbelief. There was no fucking way, not a chance. You smiled at your stupid thought and gathered the utensils before looking up, “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll get you new…ones.”

You met the pair of cocoa-swirled irises.

The same ones you met when you were five. The same ones who brought you hope. The same ones who encouraged you. The same ones who had the arms that held you at night. The same ones who loved you. The same ones that showed you what true friendship was.

But the same ones who took it all back with nothing left for you to hold.

“___.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as he saw you up close and personal. That familiar flower necklace still hung around neck. It really was you. 

So he was right. You were here.

You were back.

He couldn’t depict your expression. There was no emotion shown on your face. You were easy to read before, but now he can’t think of anything.

Breaking your eye contact away from him, you turned to the confused gentlemen with him and smiled. “I’ll be right back.” You stood up and placed their drinks on their table before taking your tray. You turned your back to them as you bit your lips in alarm, speeding down to the kitchen. 

Meanwhile, the idol couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. With no shame, he even shifted his chair to get a better view of you walking. Seojoon and Wooshik watched their friend in wonder and concern with the way he acted.

“Uhh, Tae? I know there’s that saying “look but don’t touch,” but at least make the looking less obvious and hungry.” Wooshik waved his hand in front of his friend’s face to grab his attention again. “Also you have a girlfriend.” The actor whispered that part to avoid gossip.

“What?” Taehyung could only say.

“Taehyung, you were staring at her.” Seojoon clarified. “Not even blankly like you usually do, you looked pretty stupid.”

The idol realized what he had done, and his face morphed into humiliation. He sighed and clicked his tongue, “Fuck.”

“D-do you know her?” The simple question from Wooshik brought Taehyung heart-wrenching stress.

Of course you did, in and out.

But he couldn’t say that, so he stayed quiet. At least not now.

-

“Ken, switch tables with me.” You barged into the kitchen and saw your coworker stealing a chicken wing. His grandfather frowned in disgust and continued cooking more. You folded your arms over your chest, glaring holes into him as if he did something.

Terrified he might have done something, he goes, “What? Why? What did I do?”

“Is something wrong, dear?” Halmeoni questioned, seeing your distress.

“Nothing, I promise.” You breathed out and pouted at your situation. “Dammit, how is this even possible?” You asked yourself, but it was coherent for Kenji to hear.

“What’s possible?” The younger boy pressed.

You sighed, “Things happened when I thought they weren’t going to happen.”

“That’s a shame.” Kenji exchanged. “Well, you need to get over it and do your thing.”

“Please switch tables with me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m on my break.”

“Wha—Are you kidding me?” You fretted, looking towards your boss, who shrugged.

“I never kid about my breaks, ___.” Kenji informed, eating more wings.

“But…but the group of men!” You whined, stomping your foot on the ground. 

“Are they bothering you, sweetie?” Halmeoni asked.

“No…” You answered. “But—”

“Then it should be fine. Just serve them. It’ll be alright.” She reassured you. “If they touch you, call me or Halabeoji.”

“Why not me?” Kenji complained with a stuffed mouth that particles spat out.

Ignoring her grandson’s commentary, she looked at you, “Go.” She patted your shoulder. “Are they handsome?”

Seojoon and Wooshik, yes. Taehyung…it’s a whole story.

You shrugged before collecting their orders into a bigger surfaced tray.

-

The moment he saw you, Taehyung felt the urge to have you back into his life again. Maybe it was a sign. He did think about you during his therapy session. When he mentioned happiness and someone, it was all you. His memories had you. Wooshik brought them to a sketchy place, leading him to you. It’s all you. You. You. You.

Taehyung couldn’t be a little bitch and not let things happen. But from the first glance in years, he knew that there would be tension. After all that happened and how the both of you disappeared, seeing one another was the last thing you thought about. Still, there was a crucial faith in all of this. Both of you seemed to have forgotten. 

If away, which was rare, you always found yourselves back to one another.

You came out from the back with their orders and headed towards their table, where you felt Taehyung’s eyes on you. You tried your best to ignore him and did what you needed. In fact, you should focus more on Wooshik and Seojoon.

You settled your tray on a vacant table. You grabbed each dish to put it on the table, but as you did so, you saw Taehyung standing from his seat and assisting you. “Let me help you with that, ___!” You paid no attention to your helping hand and grinned at the other men. On the other hand, they witnessed the two of you being weird. Yes, Taehyung was a popular idol and would probably made you reactive regardless—he was a national figure, what do you expect? But this was different; it was questionable how resistant you were being at the first meet, as if you didn’t want to see his stupid face or you wanted to punch it. Maybe you didn’t care about the idol like other folks?Something was definitely up, and they wanted to know.

Once you were done, Taehyung sat back down, gazing up at you. But your head was turned to not see him but his friends. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“___, could have I get those new utensils?” Taehyung requested sweetly, smiling to ease you. He knew at the very least you were hostile, judging by how you treated him like the wind. Though it hurt, he understood why and couldn’t blame you.

But he did remember how he was able to get through to you. Of course, that was a decade ago, but nevertheless, it counted. He had to ease his way in, maybe a little assertive.

You kept your grin and pivoted your body to the unoccupied table to retrieve fresh and clean chopsticks, spoons, and napkins. Forcing yourself to not slam it, you swiftly set them in front of him and straightened it perfectly. 

“Thank you, ___. It’s wonderful.” The idol praised you, and you wanted to sucker punch him right there.

“Enjoy your meal!” You shouted before scurrying away. Before that, Seojoon could have sworn your eye twitched at Taehyung.

“Dude, the fuck was that?” Seojoon protested. “You’re creeping her out.”

“No, I’m not.” The younger man frowned. “I’m being friendly.”

“Yeah, helping her with the distribution, sounding too sweet, and saying her name.” The eldest listed down. “You even have puppy eyes at her. We know that look.”

Taehyung whined at his behavior, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, and I wanted her to help us grill the meat.” Wooshik alluded to the lost cause.

The idol gasped, “Oh, we should—”

“No!” They both said in unison.

“But seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Seojoon dwelled on the topic. “This is the most I’ve seen you pressed in a while. Do you know her?”

Taehyung closed his eyes and breathed, “Yeah, I do.”

“We’ve never seen her before.” Wooshik muttered. “Was she staff?”

“No.”

“Assistant?”

“No.”

“Former NDA?”

“Are you serious?”

“What? I’m trying to figure it out.” Wooshik pouted as he bit into his cooked meat. “You’re doing that thing, being mysterious and it’s annoying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Tae, just tell us. We aren’t going to say anything.” Seojoon demanded, trying to enjoy his dinner in peace. “Who are we gonna tell? The people I gossip to are literally here.”

He wanted to tell his hyungs. He really did. But saying it would bring pain to him. The last time he spoke directly about you with name and everything to others was pre-debut. Everyone he met after, including Wooga Squad and Clara, didn’t know who you were and what you meant to him. 

“I know it sounds basic but we’re here for you.” Wooshik reassured. “If you’re not ready to talk, then so be it. But don’t act like that. You don’t want to be labeled as a creep by the media.”

“A bit harsh, hyung.” Taehyung glared, feeling a sting. Wooshik immediately felt terrible and apologized. “It’s complicated??” Both friends raised their eyebrows. “She was my friend, best friend.”

“Seems like there’s more than what you’re saying.” Seojoon pondered. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Then Taehyung shook his head. Not yet.

And that somewhat ended the conversation and fed a bit of his hyungs’ curiosity, but Taehyung knew there would be more that needed to be said about you. As they were eating, the idol had numerous questions for you, wanting to catch up, reminisce, and be friends again, yet there was apparent doubt if you were willing to do that with him.

You checked up on them repeatedly, bringing in more alcohol. Every time you went to their table, all Taehyung’s attention went to you. But you never acknowledged or reciprocated him. However, you couldn’t help but observe the consumption Taehyung did. You assumed he wasn’t the type, but what do you know? Nothing, that’s what, so you let it be.

As they got closer to finishing their dinner, the restaurant was practically empty. The only customers were them and this passed-out man. The place closed late, and it was almost midnight. When you thought they were getting the check, Seojoon requested a large bowl of yukgaejang. Perplexed as you saw all of them nearing food comas, you rang in the order and went to the back.

After ten minutes, you returned with a fresh, steaming bowl of spicy beef vegetable soup. You went around to give it to Seojoon, but he stopped you. 

“Have a seat.” Seojoon offered the empty chair that was next to a buzzed Taehyung.

“What?” Your pupils dilated towards the eldest man.

“You’ve been running back and forth all night, probably even before we came. I know there’s another server, but I barely saw him.” Seojoon briefed. You grimaced at the thought of a lazy Kenji eating in the back but smiled genuinely. It was the smile that Taehyung always enjoyed seeing. “Sit and eat with us.”

“Smooth, Hyung.” Wooshik voiced, and you heard him though you didn’t think it was intended.

Nonetheless, you were skeptical. Not because of their kind gesture, but just being near him. He looked pretty tipsy, but who knows what would happen if he was in your presence? You did a damn good job of giving the cold shoulder, so it wouldn’t be too bad.

Still, you were nervous about your unconscious behaviors.

“I—I don’t know if I’m allowed to.” You chuckled tensely. Your fingers fidgeted underneath the bowl, and Taehyung caught on, noticing you still had that habit.

“She is! I approve!” The boisterous voice caught your attention when you spotted Halmeoni smile in your direction with a thumbs up. You blinked as you bit your lips, not being able to escape.

“Your boss approves.” A red Wooshik giggled, followed by Seojoon. You saw Taehyung in your peripheral vision. His pouting lips and puppy eyes gawked at you. You knew that look; you didn’t want that.

Playing it off cool, you sighed and nodded, setting the bowl down and sitting next to Taehyung, still not giving him the time of day. “Thank you for the meal.” You reached the table over to grab a clean spoon and began sipping on the broth. You weren’t going to lie; this was very deserving. You’ve been awake since six in the morning and have been on your feet. You had snacks throughout the day, but this was your first actual meal today. The soup warmed you up, and you were less irritated about today. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Wooshik looked at you eating, actually, all of them, which would be disturbing, but you were too hungry to care.

“Yes, this is actually great. This sounds bad, but this is my first meal of the day.” You responded.

“What?!” The booming vocals of the culprit next to you made the entire table flinch. Taehyung’s eyes widened at your report while the two across from you eyed their friend’s behavior. You didn’t bother seeing him and went on eating.

Trying to break ice and awkwardness, Seojoon emphasized, “The way you speak has some dialect. You’re not from Seoul?”

You shook your head, scooping some meat into the spoon. “No, I’m surprised you noticed. Not much people point it out.”

The man shrugged, “It sounded familiar.” He hinted vaguely, but you weren’t able to catch on. Yet Taehyung did. “So where are you from.”

You opened your mouth but closed it with uncertainty. But then you honestly answered, “Geochang.”

Wooshik hummed in response, “Tae, aren’t you from there?”

You paused your eating, detecting suspicion. You eyed Wooshik, who saw nothing wrong with what he said. Maybe you’re just on edge. You couldn’t think properly with no food in your system.

“Uhh, yeah. I was.” Taehyung agreed, and that was it as Seojoon asked another question.

“So Geochang. That’s like three hours from here.” The eldest one stated. “What brings you here?”

You scrunched your nose, now understanding what they were trying to do. But you tried your best not to show any change in demeanor. Even if he was there, you were talking to the handsome man in front of you. “I’m here for graduate’s school.”

“A beautiful, smart, and kind woman.” Wooshik complimented, making you blush.

Taehyung couldn’t help but be a little envious of his friends. Your eyes were on them the whole time, and not once were they on him. You really didn’t want to acknowledge him, and it deflated him. He felt hopeless right now, so he just looked the other way from you and leaned into the table as he drank soju straight from the bottle.

By the time they left and paid the bill, Taehyung was drunk, relatively unbalanced walking but still said intelligible sentences. Your eyes inspected his moves, with Wooshik holding onto him for support. His intoxicated irises roamed anywhere but yours, making you feel some way. But what’s done was done.

They thanked you and greeted a good night as they departed out of the tarp. They were the last customers before closing the shop. A gate was hidden at the entrance to which you slid it closed and locked. After doing so, you were met with Kenji with an inquisitive expression.

“Interesting bunch.” Kenji pointed out. “Especially that dude next to you drinking his spirit away. He deadass drank like four bottles alone.”

“Maybe he had a rough night.” You murmured as you shrugged.

“Nah, he was eyeballing you the entire time.”

“What’s new? I get that, especially from unprovoked men who come here.”

“I’m a decent man, ___. I know that stare.” Your coworker reasoned, to which you snorted in disbelief. “That stare was longing, hopelessly longing.” You leered back, sending your silence as a response. “The way you ignored him too. That’s cold. But with that, you either knew the guy or…no, yeah. You knew him.”

“Please, I could have done that with anyone.”

“You could, but you didn’t with his friends.” Kenji smirked, knowing he’s got somewhere. “I looked him up because you mentioned his friend’s names, and he’s from BTS! He’s V. I could have asked for a picture. You literally ignored V!”

“So??”

“No sane person would do that, ___, especially in Korea.” Your worker argued as you kept quiet. “I’m guessing, you do know him and something happen.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, recalling that Kenji was studying forensic psychology. You didn’t think he would study your behavior with them, considering he was in the back, but he had his ways.

“None of your business, coworker.” You ended the conversation as you snatched a cloth and wiped down the tables.

“Ahhh, you pulled that card!” Kenji burst out. “Well, ___, I’m eventually gonna know what happens sooner or later. You’re gonna have to deal with it too! Take your time, girl.” He left you alone to get the mop from the end of the hallway.

His words lingered in your mind, not wanting to believe him. It was a mere coincidence that you ran into Taehyung after a decade. It sucked, but it happened. Though some reunions flourished into rekindling, you hoped yours didn’t. You assumed by how you behaved that he got the message that you didn’t want to associate with him at all. The end of your friendship still ached, leaving some figurative bruises and scars on you while he soared through the sky with his success and high-status friends.

Though deep down, it was somewhat fair to see him. Good for him, at least that he was doing well. Probably forgot about you since he looked so baffled seeing you again. But it’s all over now.

After cleaning up, you bowed and waved goodbye to your bosses and coworker. Carelessly, you slid the gate closed behind you as you navigated to the nearest bus stop with your outdated phone. You were still a novice around the area, getting slightly lost, but it wasn’t too bad.

You sighed, seeing that it was past one in the morning, knowing you’ll get probably four hours of sleep—wait, you had to complete an assignment, but it was okay. That was your typical life of you. 

You inspected both ways of the street; most people were gone, and the roads were empty. You weren’t a dumbass to pass by that particular part of the town unless you wanted to get kidnapped. You were still cautious, but these walks around here were pretty comforting.

“Didn’t peg you as a city girl.” The familiar voice that used to calm you down sent shivers down your spine. You controlled your breathing and furrowed your eyebrows. Your thoughts were too optimistic about him leaving you alone. You should have known better.

You guessed that disregarding him didn’t work, so you might as well talk to him for the first time in years. “Well, you don’t know me anymore.” You turned around, seeing him leaning on one of the street light poles. You didn’t see Seojoon or Wooshik around, just him, so you wondered if they were idiots leaving his drunk friend in a part of the city he knew nothing about.

“Hi, ___.” His mouth curved sluggishly. He seemed to sober up while waiting outside for you, but he continued to be tipsy.

“Why are you here? Go home.” You crossed your arms over your front.

“I could tell you the same thing.”

“Okay, bye.” Your heel pivoted around to leave. However, he stepped forward, reaching for your arm, but you seized your limbs back from him. “Don’t touch me.” You seethed through your teeth.

He dropped his hand to his side, “Sorry.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Taehyung, I’m so tired. I’m asking you kindly—”

“How are you?” He interjected. “How’ve you been?”

You stared at his audacity, your eye twitching at those modest questions to which he didn’t deserve answers. You shook your head and retaliated, “I’m not answering that to someone like you. You deserve nothing from me.”

“___—”

“Stop it.” It was your turn to interrupt him. “I don’t want to hear it. After everything, you don’t get to do this with me. We may have ran into each other, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

He stayed silent and kept his pupils on you. Unfortunately, it was challenging to speak things out with his intoxicated brain. So much in his head. But without the words coming out of his mouth, he stood there like a fool in front of his ex-best friend in the whole wide world.

“Just leave me alone.” You flattened your lips in a line. “Like how you’ve been doing for the last ten years.” You left him like that to go home. You had other things to do besides him. It was unnecessary for it.

You didn’t even look back. You failed to detect Seojoon and Wooshik coming out the side of the building and witnessing their friend fighting back the tears. Because if you did—

Everything that wasn’t said would have come out.

Tagged: @manuosorioh @kaal-ee

[ao3feed-minjoon]

Lie

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by Kingsaucy

new year at university. hobi and jimin are roomates. jimin gets caught up in jungkook and gets caught up in a lie. heart break.its basically a mess with one million side stories and a NCT threesome in the mix too.

Words: 1393, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Monsta X (Band), VIXX, EXO (Band), Kard - Fandom, NCT (Band), GOT7, Dreamcatcher (Korea Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Lee Jooheon, Shin Hoseok | Wonho, Yoo Kihyun, Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk, Cha Hakyeon | N, Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Jung Taekwoon | Leo, Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, Kim Jisoo (BLACKPINK), Jeon Jiwoo, Jeon Somin, Matthew Kim | BM, Kim Yugyeom, Jackson Wang, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten, Seo Youngho | Johnny, Lee Taeyong, Jung Sewoon, Kim Donghyun (Produce 101), Kim Bora | SuA, Lee Siyeon, Kim Yoohyeon, Park Sooyoung | Joy, Byun Baekhyun, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay, Kim Jongin | Kai, Park Chanyeol, Kang Seulgi, Bae Sungyeon | Shannon Bae, Oh Sehun

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga/Yoo Kihyun, Shin Hoseok | Wonho/Yoo Kihyun, seo youngho johnny/ ten/ taeyong, Kim Jisoo/Lalisa Manoban | Lisa, BM / jiwoo, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Park Jimin, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Alternate Universe - College/University, Cheating, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Break Up, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Roommates, class, KPop, YOLO, Eating Disorders

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[girlgrouptrash101]

Pristin Reaction to Their Crush Talking About Their Diets and Workouts

Request: “please do a pristin reaction to hearing their crush (girl idol) talk about her and her band's diet and how they have to workout a lot for most of the day. thanks!”

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I wasn’t really sure what to write. I hope it’s okay! 💓

- C

Nayoung:

Nayoung listened intently as you asked the question that the interviewer was asking your group, especially since you were the one answering it, and Nayoung could easily listen to you talk all day. She knew how hard diets and workouts were, and yours just seemed exceptionally tough compared to any others she’d heard of. She didn’t know why you had to do so much, she thought you looked perfect just the way you are. And maybe, one day, she’d be able to tell you these thoughts like she always dreamed of doing.

Roa:

You were chatting to Rena about how your preparation for your upcoming comeback had been tough, and when Rena saw Roa looking on with a hint of jealousy in her eyes she did her best to include her friend in the conversation. You and Roa ended up chatting about workouts, and what you both usually did to stay fit. This led on to many other topics, and before you even realised, you had agreed to meet up again. Roa thought she was on cloud 9 when you agreed, and Rena watched on, proud of her friend.

Yuha:

Yuha was known for having a great body, and that was what the Weekly Idol hosts were currently talking about. When they asked your group about diets and such, you took the lead and started talking about what you usually have to do before a comeback. Yuha gasped, upset that you were put through such rigorous conditions when she thought you looked perfect anyway. She was glad no one heard her gasp; that would have been a weird explanation.

Eunwoo:

You had newly debuted under Pledis entertainment, and you were practising for your first comeback by yourself in one of the practice rooms. Eunwoo has been really friendly to you as your senior, and she decided to come to check on you. Little did you know, she was being more than just friendly. She came and chatted to you about your new diet, and the results were not to Eunwoo’s satisfaction. Management was being a lot more harsh with you than they ever were with Pristin, and she wasn’t happy, so she told you that she’d go and talk to someone to see why they were doing that to you when your weight was clearly perfect already.

Rena:

You were backstage at an awards show, and Rena was happily tucking into the free food they had laid out for idols. Upon seeing you, she beckoned you over and offered you food. She was surprised when you denied, and even more surprised when she heard you were on another, more strict diet. It made Rena unhappy because she believed that you didn’t need to lose any more weight if anything she thought it might be more healthy if you put some on. Rena told you to relax, and she gave you some food anyway, making sure you ate it all up.

Kyulkyung:

You and Kyulkyung were preparing for a special stage for an upcoming awards show. You were practising in your company this time, and Kyulkyung was walking towards the practice room when she passed your company gym. She saw you struggling and sweating as if you’d been there for a while, and as well as that, you both had to practice for a few hours now. She went in and made you take a break even when you denied. Kyulkyung eventually convinced you to take a break, and when you asked her why she was so concerned, she simply blushed and looked away, claiming that she just didn’t want you to be tired for your practice. In reality, her feelings were a lot deeper, and she never wanted to see you so overworked again.

Yehana:

Yehana had a big bright smile on her face when it seemed that you were going to be the one answering the question that the interviewer had posed to both your group and Pristin. However, her signature smile faded from her face when she heard your answer. It seemed that you were unhappy about the diets and workouts that you were being made to do, and she wasn’t surprised considering how harsh they seemed. Everyone in your group was perfectly slim and she didn’t see why you were being put through this. She expressed her concern to her unnie afterwards and the agreed (while also teasing her because they knew she cared even more because of her obvious feelings for you).

Sungyeon:

Sungyeon and you had been friends since predebut, but she never had the confidence to admit her true feeling for you. You were having your monthly catchup in a local coffee shop when the topic of diets came up in conversation. You told Sungyeon about this new diet you had been on, and Sungyeon’s face captured her exact emotions of sadness, frustration, and empathy. She ended up buying you a big slice of cake - ignoring your protests - and she made sure that you ate up every single bite. She told you that she’d be feeding you up over the next few weeks with a laugh, doing her best to fight the urge to grab you, kiss you, and tell you that you’d be alright.

Xiyeon:

Xiyeon watched on with a smile as you eyed the feast that was displayed backstage of the Idol Room set. She teased you a bit, telling you to stop staring at just eat. Her smile disappeared as you told her that you weren’t allowed because your manager was watching and you were supposed to be on a diet. Xiyeon just winked and said, trust me, pulling you into the Pristin dressing room. She returned a minute later with a plate piled high with food, and a grin on her face. You both tucked in, enjoying every bite and getting ever closer by chatting in between stuffing your faces. Xiyeon ended up getting the courage to ask you out, and you obviously agreed, which left Xiyeon feeling like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Kyla:

Kyla knew the stress of diets, and she had noticed your low morale around the company building lately. After talking to you for a bit and you explained the tough conditions that your management was putting on you, she certainly wasn’t happy about it. As a way of cheering you up, and also scoring the opportunity to go out with you, Kyla offered to take you out to dinner. You agreed and you ended up having a brilliant night. You forgot about all your problems for a while, and left with a full belly, a smile on your face, and a second date with a pretty girl. Who could even dream of asking for more?

[kyulkyungs]

Prom Night

Character(s): Kim Mingyu

Genre: Fluff?? Fluff! High School!AU!!!

Word Count: 2,493

Summary: Prom is coming up, and everyone plans on going this year. Except you, prom is pretty lame you think. I guess you don’t really have a choice though. Your best friend is making you go!

Request:  yo, yo, yo! hello there, i was wondering if you could a scenario with mingyu or vernon i dont really mind in which the reader and him are childhood friends and they love each other more than that =, but there both shy about it but then he asks her to prom and really cute and fluffy if possible? please... much love (Thank you very much for requesting! I went with Mingyu!)

A/N: I wasn’t sure who to go with so I relied on at least three different things that would randomize the choosing! :P They all picked Mingyu so I guess we’ll have to shine some light on him for now! Ah... I’m sorry for my cringey writing ;;;; I did include Vernon as a wingman though!! I hope you got my references too!

“Sorry, I’m not going to prom.” You’ve repeated that same phrase at least 20 times this whole week. You weren’t exactly that popular, but you were friends with a popular group of girls and boys, which was most likely the reason for the attention this time of year.

“Another suitor?” An arm slung around your shoulders and you groaned tiredly in response.

“Yeah. I’ve seen that kid around, they’re a freshman that’s pining after the seniors who hang out by the orange tables after school. I mean, I can understand that in that after school group a couple of our older friends in college also swing by, but it’s annoying by now.” You rested your head on your companion’s shoulder. “Do you get what I mean, Hansol?”

The boy cleared his throat and huffed. “I told you that you can call me Vernon. It’s still my name you know!”

“And I told you that I’m going to keep calling you Hansol because that’s the name you introduced yourself to me as. As I recall, you said something like: ‘H-Hi, m-m-m-y name’s Hansol a-and I think you’re very pretty!’“

“I did not stutter.” You laughed and earned yourself a glare from your friend. There was a slight pink on his cheeks though, signaling that he did remember that cringey memory. “I’m not that good at talking to girls anyways.”

“That certainly didn’t look like it when you were working on that choir project with Eunwoo,” you teased. He playfully nudged you in the side.

“She babysits Sofia from time to time, so we’re comfortable with each other.” You made a sarcastic sounding hum and he nudged you again, only harder this time.

“How’s my best friend and other best friend doing?” You heard a tense sounding voice come in between you and Vernon. Mingyu smiled sweetly, wrapping both of his long arms around the both of you. Vernon coughed and adjusted himself out of Mingyu’s awkward grip.

“Doing great, Mingyu. Trying to console Vernon about his girl troubles.” You were about to be nudged again, but Mingyu blocked Vernon from touching you and pulled you even closer to his own body. “Speaking of girls, other than me, how’d asking the big sis out to prom?”

“Ah, you mean big sis Nayoung? You really tried, Mingyu?” Mingyu shrugged and stuck his tongue out at Vernon.

“She said no, but I kind of expected it.” You laughed at him.

“I did too. It’s girl’s night out on Friday.”

“You didn’t tell me?”

“I thought you knew.” Mingyu pinched you and you laughed again.

“Friday is our usual hangout day.”

“Friday is also prom night,” Vernon pointed out.

“Gee, thanks. I didn’t know. I wouldn’t be asking someone out for prom if I didn’t know it was this Friday,” Mingyu said sarcastically. You raised an eyebrow at your lanky friend and locked eyes with Vernon, who also had a raised eyebrow but a somewhat knowing look.

“Don’t be so mad you got rejected, Mingyu. There are plenty of others just waiting to be asked out to prom.” Like you.

“I guess. I have a person in mind.”

“Really? Spill,” you said. Mingyu smiled at you and pulled his arm from your shoulders.

“Not telling.”

“Why not? I told you who my crush was in fifth grade!”

“And then I told them you liked them!”

“That ruined me on a spiritual level, Mingyu!”

“Well, too bad! It’s a secret.”

“Why?” Because it’s you.

“Not telling!” You groaned and looked to Vernon for help. He shrugged and mouthed an apology. Mingyu caught this and clicked his tongue. “I mean, you would find out if you’d go to prom.”

“You don’t even know if they’re gonna accept your invitation.”

“You’ll see, just come!”

With a roll of your eyes you begrudgingly nodded. “Fine.” Mingyu hopped into the hair and flailed his arms out. He was grinning and you felt your heart warming. You sighed in fake annoyance. “Guess I’ll have to wear a dress then...” Mingyu and Vernon coughed awkwardly, red dusting their cheeks when you said that. You smacked them both. “Hey! I know I don’t wear dresses often and I look weird. No need to rub it in.”

Mingyu smiled teasingly. “We’ll see about that on Friday.”

The rest of the week was a blur, and by Friday after school, you had ten girls surrounding you in your room. You were whining while three of them were tending to your hair and makeup, while four of them were prepping your dress, and the final three were spreading this “girl time” on social media. As far as you knew, only a quarter of them were actually going to prom.

You sighed and looked out the window at the house across the street from yours. The curtains were drawn tonight, but the window you looked into led into Mingyu’s bedroom, a room where you spent many a night and have definitely snuck into on numerous occasions when feeling risky. Usually those nights you really wanted to see Mingyu, and you let your selfishness take you across the street in pajama pants and messy hair to go see the boy who had your heart for as long as you could remember.

Maybe it was when he finally listened to wiping his snotty nose into a tissue and not on his hand that rubbed on your shoulder, or maybe it was when he finally grew taller than you during the last year of intermediate school, or maybe it was when he still stuck to you despite gaining friends that connected with him like you did. That was when he gained your heart, you think.

“Stop moving,” Eunwoo scolded and tilted your head so that you were facing her once more. “You don’t have to think about your boyfriend every second you know.”

Your cheeks betrayed you and gained a rosy color. “We’re not dating.” Eunwoo scoffed and you swore you heard her mutter something under her breath, but you weren’t sure what it was.

“Puh-lease!” Kyla said, making a hand motion to go with her exaggerated statement. She snapped another picture of you getting ready and smiled up at you when she was done typing away on her phone. “We all know that you make heart eyes whenever you look at Mingyu.”

“Stop!” You shouted, now flustered by all the giggling and agreements with the youngest. “I’m older than you, don’t be like this to me!” Kyla stuck her tongue out and took another quick picture.

“Just because I’m a freshman and I can’t attend prom, doesn’t mean that I don’t know that something’s gonna go down tonight.” The other nine girls all shushed Kyla and for a moment were all slightly panicked.

“Are you telling me the seniors are planning on sneaking stuff in?” A few of them visibly relaxed, and you quirked an eyebrow, only for that to be a mistake as Eunwoo was trying to pluck it and ended up stabbing you on accident.

“I hope not,” Nayoung sighed. “We weren’t allowed to attend homecoming because of that stunt they did last year as juniors, and that sucked.”

Another ten minutes later, you were finally able to get out of your spot and stretch. The girls had to prevent you from moving much as you would ruin their hard work on your hair. Sungyeon and Siyeon both clapped together and took a picture with you. “Too bad we can’t go because we’re still sophomores.”

“Hey, I’m staying with you.” Kyungwon pouted. The other three playfully rubbed their cheeks against her in thanks. When they were done, Kyla turned towards you and smiled once more.

“You look great! Mingyu’s gonna lov-”

“We’re going to be late! I told the boys we’d meet them in fifteen minutes, we need to go!” Jieqiong, otherwise known as Pinky for her tendency to have pink at least somewhere on her person everyday, shouted over Kyla. She ushered you out of your own bedroom and out the front door, shouting a farewell to your parents. You thanked the stars they didn’t stop you all for taking at least fifty pictures.

Another fast forward later, five girls met the smug faces of eight guys. You, Eunwoo, Jieqiong, Minkyung, and Nayoung were facing Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Jun, Hoshi, Seokmin, Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Vernon.

“We made it and we are in pristine condition!” The boys all turned towards the five of you and whistled.

“Aren’t you two not allowed in?” Nayoung asked Seungkwan and Vernon. They were sophomores, yet they were still dressed up in something fancy and waiting to go inside.

“We bribed the person up front,” Seungcheol smugly said. The girls all groaned, which made a few of the guys laugh. “Well, we’ll all go inside now. As we-”

“More so just you and Seokmin.”

Seungcheol cleared his throat and sent a warning glance to Jeonghan. “As we promised, we are your protectors tonight and will stop any nerdy looking guy with a B.O that can be spotted from ten miles away from creeping up on you.” Some of the boys nodded and the others rolled their eyes, but they knew to keep an eye out just in case.

“Let’s go in!” Jieqiong shouted, grabbing Nayoung and dragging her inside of the building. The others followed in and it was a wonder that the two up front didn’t stumble in those heels.

“You look good.” You turned around and saw Vernon smiling happily and walking next to you. He offered his arm and you gratefully took it, allowing him to guide you and keep you from slipping in the heels that your mom lent you. “And, by the way, you were wrong when you said you looked weird in a dress. I think you look absolutely stunning.”

“Dork,” you said and playfully nudged Vernon with your elbow. He nudged you back and kept that smile plastered onto his face. When the two of you made it in, you both instantly located yourselves to a table on the side of the room. There was no way, you decided, that you were going to try situating yourself in a sea of people wearing heels. Vernon didn’t know a lot of the people out there anyways, making him feel a little out of place and more comfortable with whoever he knew. You groaned when you sat down, peeling the shoes also called stilts off of your feet. “I haven’t even worn those for an hour and my feet hurt.”

Vernon laughed, helping you situate your feet into his lap while you adjusted your dress. He started rubbing them for you and you sighed in bliss. “Ah, they’re already starting to turn red by your toes.”

“See! This is why I don’t do this kind of stuff. It’s weird for me, and I don’t know what to do.” Vernon laughed again.

“What about your friends?”

“Yeah,” someone said as they slid into the chair on your other side. “What about your friends? Especially your friend that you knew since fifth grade?” You leaned your head back and rested it on Mingyu’s shoulder, which you marveled at being able to reach even while the both of you were sitting. He motioned Vernon to let go of your feet and moved you so that your feet were now over his lap instead of asking. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Vernon nod.

“I forgot, Eunwoo left something at my house when she was watching Sofia. I have to give it back to her.”

“I can go,” you offered. “I know where she most likely is and it won’t be as awkward.”

Vernon shook his head and said he was fine before leaving. Shrugging, you relaxed against Mingyu. “Why do you not want to stay with me?” You could just hear the pout now.

“I do, Mingyu, I do.” You did, and you didn’t want to be around Mingyu right now. Especially when he’s dressed up so nicely and his tuxedo top accentuates his broad shoulders and his arms and his chest and- oh golly, you’ve turned to look at him and now you’re staring. “I, uh, just wanted to help?”

“Uh-huh,” Mingyu said and then smiled at you. You cleared your throat and tore your gaze away from him and tried to locate your friends on the dance floor as a distraction. Thank goodness the theme this year made it so that the lights were dimmed, or else your red cheeks would contrast with everything else on your face. “You look great.”

“I do?” You asked aloud. He nodded and tried not to eye you over a little too much, trying to hold himself back as much as he could.

“Yeah. Great, stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, dazzling, you name it. I couldn’t believe it was you when I saw you.”

“So you’re saying I look anything but the words you listed when I’m not dressed up.”

Mingyu sputtered and flailed his arms around, nearly whacking someone passing by with his lanky arm. “No! No. That’s not what I meant, not at all.” You would have laughed and teased Mingyu like any other moment, but the serious look in Mingyu’s eyes made you prevent from doing so. “I’m being completely honest here. You look great.” With that said, Mingyu looked away with flushing cheeks. He cleared his throat this time with a fist, and only then did you realize that one of his arms had rested itself around your shoulders in a somewhat comforting and protective gesture.

“So... where’s your date?”

“My what?” Mingyu rapidly turned his head towards you and blinked quickly.

“Your date. You know, the person you said you’d show me if I actually came to prom?” Mingyu awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, I guess it’s, uh, you?” It was your turn to start blinking in response.

“Is that a question... or?”

“It’s a statement, I think.” The two of you were so awkward that you swear you could hear groans of the girls who decided to stay at your house for the night. “I mean, if you want to be my date.”

You smiled teasingly. “Shouldn’t you have asked me out before prom?”

Mingyu sputtered again and accepted defeat, sighing and hanging his head. “Yeah... I was really nervous when I asked Nayoung for help and then the other girls suggested that I be forward and just ask, but it didn’t come out right.”

“Wait, so when you were supposedly asking out Nayoung, you were really asking her for help on asking me?” Mingyu went visibly red and it wasn’t hard to see this time. He nodded shyly and refused to meet your eyes.

“I wanted to ask as an... intimate partner. You know... because I like you.” Wherever you gained this confidence from, it certainly didn’t leave you at all that night.

“So, do you like me or do you like like me?”

[ogsficfest]

[Fic] Ours by fairylock

Title: Ours Author: fairylock Collection: March 2017 - First Invasion Pairing: Sungyeol/Myungsoo Rating: G Genre: Genderblend!Myungyeol, Fluff Summary: Sungyeon’s things keep mysteriously ending up all over Myungsoon’s room. Myungsoon can’t say she minds.

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