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metanoia; 01 | kth

Title: Metanoia

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Part of series: Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge

Genre: angst I collage!au

Pairing: student!reader x photographer!taeyhung

Word count: 4,7k

Summary: Vante, a household name among photographers became known for his minimalistic photography style that came along with his secret persona. Never showing his face on his own exhibitions fueled the public’s desire to learn more about him which skyrocketed his fame. While preparing for his next exhibition Vante went missing. Disappeared into thin air and even now a year later was never found.

Author’s note: I am very conscious of any grammar mistakes. Although I have read this chapter three times I am sure I’ve missed some so bare with me.

On another note, I have switched the dates of the chapters for Saudade and Metanoia. Since this story got more attention compared to Sauade I’ve decided to write it before the date.

This is my first attempt at writing on this platform and I hope it will reach out to a wider range of readers and catch your interest. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @ggukkieland @honig-und-millch , @deliciousdetectivestranger ,

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You sink into the overaged draggled yellow chair, catching second-hand embarrassment at the sight before you. The boy walked about, his thrusts were not enough to keep the neon hula hoop from falling. He attempts to fumble his way out of the mess, but it was too late. The left ankle twists itself and before you know it, he hits headfirst against the wooden flooring. The professors rush towards him, medics following behind. The boy tries to pull himself up but fails his body slumping against the stage. To your left Mingi snorts, stuffing his face with popcorn amused by the scene playing out.

“I don’t mean to sound rude or whatever, but people need to search up the meaning of talent before their eyes skip to the word show.” Minnie ruckles her nose, her mouth loop sided.

“I find this highly entertaining,” Mingi speaks up, mouth full of food. He takes a sip of the cold beverage rested in his lap and shakes the mixture before swallowing.

To his left Yeonjun shudders at him, “Talent or not I would rather replay that scene than watch Mingi be a slob. It makes me want to bleach my eyes out.”

Mingi rolls his eyes ignoring Yeonjun as he pops more popcorn, oblivious to his own weird antics. Although the four of you are friends for years, Mingi managed to take you all by surprise with his uncanny behaviour.

The second act starts and suddenly you contemplate your university choice. Reasonably the overbearing staff of your university wanted the timid first years to feel welcomed hence this so-called show. In hindsight, you think a friendly party would’ve been just as good.

Halfway through the act, you feel a light tap on your shoulders, professor Kim Namjoon stands there like a sore thumb in the mass of students’ bodies. With his hovering height, freshly dyed purple hair and the rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose he was sure to stand out. He shifts his footing from one to the other foot anxiously waiting for you to follow him, few students commenting on the disruptions that his appearance caused.

You observe him for a second, accompanying him out of the theatre into the cold November air. He fumbles through his leather briefcase before fishing out a small, crumpled flyer. Opening it he shoves it into your hands while tweaking his glasses.

“I have a favour to ask you Y/N. There will be a course taking place here and I would love for you to attend it with your peculiar friends.” He says emphasising the word peculiar.

You knew that Mingi gave Namjoon the creeps even though the latter denied it.

“No.”

You push back the flyer spinning on the balls of your feet ready to join your friends.

“Y/L-…”, Namjoon groans, “Do it for your brother-in-law.”

Widening your eyes, you look at him shaking your head.” This isn’t the time to use our family relations to bribe me into a stupid course.”

“Did you even read what’s it about?”, you take the flyer from his hands skimming through it.

Photography course

Length: 10th November till 10th June

Time: Friday, 6pm -8pm

Attendance: Third years and above

Equipment not needed for the course

Your eyes pause at the date, laughing releasing itself from your chest. Surely Namjoon was kidding when suggesting this. You were in your last year which meant you would soon be flooded with work for your final project. In conclusion, there was barely enough time for you set foot out of your studies let alone attend another one of the university’s poor attempts to make a course for students to bond over.

“You understand I’m in my last year. I don’t have time to go out and have fun with my friends. How in the world did you think I would fit a whole-ass course?”

Namjoon releases a breath running a hand through his thick hair, desperation evident on his face.” I am sorry to have to do this, but I am cashing in my favour.”

You become stiff mouth agape, incoherent vowels coming out of you. It takes you a few seconds to gather your thoughts, “you promised to not cash it in. You gave me your word.”

“And you gave me yours.” Namjoon retored sassily, finger pointing at you, “I won’t tell Sunmi if you promise to do me a favour when the time comes.”

Pushing your tongue against the palate, you try to control the boiling anger.

The incident happened four years ago, back when you were still figuring out your college life. Namjoon and you were acquaintances, sharing one elective course called German Literature. Needless to say, both of you suffered greatly.

By the end of the year, you noticed your sister piqued Namjoon’s interest. Grossed out by the idea of your older sister engaging in any kind of relationship/activity with a twenty-three-year-old, you kept your distance until the faithful day.

Choi San was the synonym for the devil himself. With his fiery red hair and dazzling cat-like eyes, he lured you into his messy life of illegal parties and binge drinking. You still find yourself cringing at his pathetic excuses of professing his undying love to you when it was all under false pretences. His eyes bearing into your naïve soul, pulling your heart out and wrenching it until your friends came to pick up the pieces.

Sitting in the police station you counted down minutes before your older sister would burst through the door and finally decide to disown you. With your head nested between your knees you suck in the tears threatening to spill, the euphoria from the alcohol long gone. You’ve dialled Mingi’s number first, the others were a no go when it came to answering their phones. He picked up in a matter of seconds. After explaining the situation, you figured he would bring his own parents to bail you out instead Namjoon comes first, after him a stressed Minnie trying to keep up the pace with him and a Yeonjun who’s pulling his masks further over his nose in a lame attempt to be unrecognizable. Mingi idly meanders behind them in his pyjamas with not one care in the world. Namjoon pulls a small amount of money handing the police officer and not long after you were free.

At that moment you’ve truly recognized your friends as the people you wanted to keep in your life forever. Namjoon jokingly said he would someday cash in his favour. Little did you know the joke would get over your head.

“You’ve waited for four years to cash it?”

He shrugs and nods lightly. Quickly he composes himself, washing his features of playfulness and switching them up with hopelessness. “It’s really important for me that you and your clique of friends attend this course. Professor Seojoon organized it-“

At the mention of your favourite professor, your eyes light up making Namjoon shudders. The little “crush” you harboured didn’t go unnoticed by him. Putting his hands on your shoulders he gains your attention again before continuing, “his brother is the one to hold the course so you must come. I will put in a good word for you all. Maybe he will go easy on you during quizzes.”

You roll your eyes knowing fully well that you didn’t need Namjoon’s intervention although it was greatly appreciated. Putting the flyer in your back pocket you throw a thumbs up to Namjoon, “Well Minnie and I don’t need any favouritism and I am almost certain you can’t do much for Yeonjun and Mingi seeing as they are in different departments.”

“Oh?” Namjoon’s brows shot up at the revelation, totally dismissing the idea that you know each other any differently than through the classes you attend, “I thought Yeonjun was in the literature department, as for Mingi it’s far-fetched but I didn’t want to sound rude.”

“Actually, Yeonjun is in the Vocal department while Mingi is in the Physics and Astronomy department. He’s also on top of his class, both are.”

Namjoon seems stunned at the information you threw at him, but he recovers swiftly, “Bunch of nerds.” He chuckles at his own jokes before both of you bid goodbyes. You slowly make your way to the cafeteria mind set on pursuing your friends to join you and Namjoon running to the staff meeting hoping to extinguish the chaos caused by the talent show.

Pushing past the mass of people on the campus your sneakers squeak against the pavement, the chatter between the students becoming louder as you push the cafeteria doors. Making your way towards the table in the further left corner you spot Yeonjun’s eye-catching hair. The pink shade fits well against his pale skin making him noticeable from afar. The boy throws a piece of chips at Mingi, the latter catching it mid-air.

The rustling of your chair brings them out of their bubble. Minnie plops her elbows on the table, hand supporting her cheek as she lays it there, eyes staring at you amusingly. Mingi continues to catch Yeonjun’s chips, his attention now slightly focused on you. “How was the talk with professor Namjoon.”

“I need a favour to ask you.”

“Last time you asked for a favour we had to bail you from jail,” Mingi adds face void of any emotion causing Yeonjun to almost choke on the piece of chicken from his plate. Minnie reaches for his head hitting him hard on the back.

“That was four years ago for God’s sake.” You yell, a few students turning bothered by your loud voice disrupting their meal.

Slumping further into the seat, cheeks reddened from the heat of the sudden attention you gained you say quietly, “there is a course taking place this year and I would love if you could attend it.”

Mingi was the first to read the flyer once you push it in the middle of the old table. He hums a couple of times and gives you a thumbs up, unlike Minnie who scoffs.

“A whole semester? Y/N you know this is impossible to juggle this with our final project. As much as I would love to participate you know what you’re asking for is too much.”

You bite your lower lip remembering Namjoon’s words. “I know but professor Seojoon is organizing it, and don’t you think having him on our good side would mean a lot?”

Minnie shrugs and pops the strawberry into her mouth. “I understand, but it’s on Fridays. The only time I can spare for parties and clubs, and you’re asking me to spend it studying something I am not even remotely interested in?”

You turn towards Yeonjun knowing if he agrees Minnie will crumble under the pressure of your group. He scans it quickly and shakes his lightly head from left to right before agreeing to accompany you making Minnie collapse her shoulders in defeat.

“Fine but if it takes too much of my time I am signing out.”

“I love you guys so much.”

“Cut it with the sappy shit, I have piano lessons.” Yeonjun gets up telling you goodbye before he disappears in the ocean of students his pink hair no longer visible. A distant scream could be heard a few seconds after, “I love you too.”

You smile feeling the love of your friends.

“We love you too.” Mingi gets up and places a carton of freshly squeezed apple juice in front of you sending off a small smile. Just like Yeonjun, he’s gone.

Nose buried deep into the book; Taehyung tried his best to mute out his brother’s lame attempts of starting a conversation he never intended to finish. Legs resting on the polished marble table he did his very best to further fuel Seojoon’s irritation. The older one pacing back and forwards provoking Taehyung’s headache.

“If you would just listen to me.”

Kim Taehyung detested surprise, especially those he didn’t catch on early. This one though topped the cake. “There is no need to listen.”

“Quit being stubborn.”

“Oh, the irony.” Taehyung looked up catching his brother’s burning gaze,” contrary to your beliefs, I must say you are the one who’s stubborn here. When a person asks for space and time you give them that instead of forcing them, wait sorry what was the word again? Yeah, lightly pushing them into holding a course. One which they never asked for or showed the desire to hold.”

“You needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Arranging a one-year course isn’t a push you idiot,” Taehyung shouted; the book was long forgotten and tossed aside on his couch. His yell echoed in the empty room causing Seojoon’s to scowl. He found comfort in a small armchair adjacent to the marble table. “You can’t bury yourself in books and spend your days in the atelier. It’s not healthy Taehyung.”

“I don’t remember asking for advice.”

Seojoon was on the verge of giving up, letting the course get cancelled before it even happened hadn’t it been for the twelve people that signed up and Namjoon’s effort to recruit them.

“Look-“he takes a deep breath calming himself, “You can think of it as a one year course, but in reality, it’s eight months. When you count Christmas, New Year, Easter you can cut one month coming to seven months in total. I’ve gone all out for this course, please don’t make me go and explain to my higher-ups why it’s cancelled before it even started.”

Taehyung shut his eyes trying not to feed the growing frustration inside him. Seojoon takes the time to look at his brother, the embodiment of pain. The eyes that used to shine brightly at the sight of new opportunities were now dull and empty, almost as if his soul left the body. It tore him apart to see Taehyung like that, powerless and what added more to his pain was the inability to help him.

“It’s been a year since I’ve held a class.”

“I know you Taehyung. You are a man of many talents and there is nothing that can convince me otherwise. You need to move forward and face the fear you’ve been holding onto. It’s been a year. Nobody will judge you.” Seojoon’s eyes soften as he walks up to his brother ruffling his hair, hoping that his sincerity got through to him.

“I don’t know Joon.”

Before Seojoon could even start talking Taehyung shakes his head and moves hurriedly reaching for the knob. Seojoon takes a step towards Taehyung, but he doesn’t even give him a chance to speak as he runs right out of the door leaving him alone in the atelier.

The water drips from Taehyung’s wet hair down his face creating a false comfort, the sound of water coated a perfect cover to hide his emotional baggage. It became a habit of his to seek solace in the bathtub surrounded by lavender soaps that Yuna bought. A tradition carried on from their mother to them. The scent took Taehyung back into his childhood spent in his family home in Busan. Carefree of responsibilities and the heavy burden the world carried.

He recalls the delicate touch of his mother’s fingers untangling his locks while singing Elvis’s song can’t help falling in love. Her voice heartening Taehyung as he wept over a dispute he had with his second brother Hyungsik. The vivid memory of his mother placing a kiss on the crown of his head before wiping away the tears from his cheeks.

“Siblings are there to teach you about life,” she whispers softly, “They teach you what it means to be kind, to be fair and to know you will not always be right. They teach you about teamwork, conflict resolution and most importantly Tae they teach you what it is to love and to be loved.”

Opening the door of Seojoon’s study, Taehyung is greeted with a sight to behold. Leaning against the door frame he watches Yuna and Hyungsik dancing in the middle of the muddled room, furniture pushed aside to create more room. They attempted to follow Yuna’s new choreography, Seojoon’s seated in the leather armchair grading assignments although he would glance up occasionally laughing at the duo. More like laugh at Hyungsik’s failed attempts but he didn’t need to know that. Noticing Taehyung’s presence, Yuna runs over linking their arms and pulls him forward oblivious to the slight tension between him and Seojoon.

“Idol my ass, “she scoffs at a gasping Hyungsik, “Taehyungie I need a dance partner for my new choreography. Hyungsik can’t even learn the basics.”

“Not my fault the younger generation goes overboard with their dances and outfits and singing. In my time we relied on our charms, and not how you call it? Fairy ending? What is even that?”

“It’s when idols finish the song, and the camera pans on of them giving them some more love and screen time. Right?” Taehyung looks at Yuna for approval. She places Taehyung’s hand over her shoulder, linking her arms around his waist while he kisses her temple and puts his cheek on top of her head.

“Admit it you’ve gotten old Hyungsik.” Seojoon derides.

That was enough to motivate Hyungsik to crack his fingers and reach for the tablet, “Give me the goddamn tablet. I’ll show you who’s old.” burying his nose into the gadget, he replays the video repeatedly.

By the time he made it through the first segment of the dance, Taehyung was sure he could blindly replicate the choreography himself.

“Couldn’t you ask one of your professors or other idols in training to help you?” Taehyung asks as the two observe Hyungsik’s rusty moves.

“One friend is busy finishing school projects and Jungkook-a has too many events lined up to help. I haven’t seen him since last Friday and I don’t feel comfortable asking Jimin-ssi to practice with me.”

“Isn’t he your professor?”

“Yes and no. He helps the idols which have already debuted in our entertainment company, that’s Jungkook. Jimin-ssi does occasionally step in when other professors are prevented from teaching. But his job is being a full-time professor at the EQ Royal Dance Academy.”

Taehyung nods, the information flying over his head as Hyungsik messes up a move and topples to the floor. He erupts into fits of laugher for the first time in weeks and Seojoon is suddenly reminded what’s it like to be happy. He knew bringing Yuna home for the weekend would do Taehyung some good. The sight warms his heart, his siblings bickering loudly, breathing some life into the old room. Resting the assignments on the nearby table, he sits up to join them. Catching Taehyung’s gaze he looks towards the boy, brows raised.

“I’ve thought about it and-” Taehyung stops for a second, but Seojoon’s soft gaze prompts him to continue. “I’ll take the job.”

“Well, you better get ready because it starts in two hours.”

“What?!”

There were many ways you could spend your Friday night, like partying for instance yet here you are sitting in your car listening to Minnie whining. Mingi’s soul stuck somewhere on his iPod the second he set foot in the car, his head bobbing to the music blasting from his AirPods. Yeonjon was the only one not present. Due to his idol actives, he was held back by his vocal coach, but he promised to be there for the second lecture.

Placing your analogue camera on the desk, you tug your hair into a ponytail mentally preparing yourself for two hours of dullness. Minnie sits to your right while Mingi takes the chair to your left. The three of you seating yourselves in the front of the classroom, Namjoon’s words bunch of nerds playing in your head.

Shaking the thought away you see the watch tick eight pm as the door swings open.

When Namjoon told you professor Seojoon’s brother would hold the course you had expected a man either older than him or somewhere around his age, not a handsome make you take a double look type of a man; two or three years older than you.

His features were nothing short of a Greek god. He stood head and shoulders over you even when you were seated, confidence radiating from every fibre of his being as adjusts his bag over his shoulder. Pushing his brown curls away from his face he allows you to look at it. Perhaps you were exaggerating but you never saw such a gorgeous man. Straightening himself up you take notice of his attire for tonight’s lecture. An orange blazer draped over a white shirt brought out his sun-kissed complexion paired with the same-coloured trousers. A type of anonymity laced itself with every step he took in your direction, his stare a mixture of coldness and determination.

He comes forward, eyes scanning each one of you before he sets his gaze on you. It lingers there for a second, his expression unreadable before he breaks it.

“Hello, my name is Kim Taehyung and I’ll be your lecturer for this course.”

For the first time, you see Mingi’s focus entirely on Taehyung. His presence demanded to be felt and a part of you was sure he knew it. Taking the camera in his hand he turns towards you.

“I assume you have at least once taken a photo, whether with your phones or camera. Moreover, I am positive you have attempted to make an aesthetic photo for your Instagram feed. How many of you were successful?” laughter filled the lecture hall,” The goal of this lecture isn’t to make a photographer out of you nor to help you improve your skills. The point is to make you fall in love with photography. The rest will come easy.”

He walks around the desk and opens an old leather binder. Walking towards your table he places it in front of Mingi allowing the three of you to peek at the content of it. There neatly stored in a plastic sheet were his photos. Mingi pushes the portfolio in front of you, allowing easier access to both Minnie and you. Slowly leafing through the pictures, you stop in total awe. Eyes trailing over a simple photo of a ray field, caught somewhere in later November or early December judging by the snow. The contrast was striking, the clash of the colours and the depth of field creating an imaginary line between the ray and the sky.

Taehyung observes your dumbfounded expression, intrigued by your sudden amazement he ambles to your side. He rakes over the photo, which was a thereby sheer mistake, panic rushing through him. In a reckless attempt to stop you from further prying into the photos he grasps the portfolio out of your hold knocking over your camera in the process. It hits the floor shattering the lens into pieces, the film rolling down until it stops near his feet. Cursing himself for his abrupt action, he looks at you. Your eyes drift from the broken camera to Taehyung’s face.

He hurriedly squats picking the pieces, analysing the damage. Beyond repair.

“I am so sorry. I-” he says placing the parts on your table trying to come up with more words of apology.

“It’s alright.” You shuffle awkwardly in your seat not liking the spotlight put on you.

“I’ll be sure to repay you the coasts of a new camera.”

You shake your head; the camera was already outdated, and you were sure Sunmi would let you borrow her digital one from the gallery. “It’s fine.”

Taehyung puts his lips into a thin line, the confidence he marched beginning to leave his body. Although you showed no anger or resentment towards him, he still felt the need to apologize. Swallowing the awkward moment, he paces towards the centre.

“Today we will start with simple terms such as ISO, Aperture and Shutter speed. Three things you should get familiar with.”

Fetching his Nikon camera from the case he turns it around. Swirling the button on the upper part of the camera he adjusts the mode to manual. Pushing another button towards himself the camera shows three circles in the middle of the screen.

“The first circle is shutter speed. That’s the speed at which the light of a camera sensor is exposed to light when taking a photo. Slow shutter speed captures the blur of subjects in motion. It’s valuable for night and landscape photography. On the other hand, high speed allows you to freeze a single millisecond in time.”

Pointing to the middle circle he continues. “This is an aperture, the opening through which light passes through the lens to enter the camera. Its size can be modified to control how much light reaches the sensor.”

Lastly, he shows you the third button. “ISO represents the sensor’s sensitivity to the light. The higher the number, the more information will be captured in other words the picture will be brighter.”

Taehyung fumbles with the camera for a few seconds before he focuses it on you and with a click and shutter of light, he takes your photo. With no time to recover you feel a blush creep at the thought of how the picture turned out. “As you can see this is the perfect setting for the indoor portrait. Now if we put the shutter speed high and the ISO low-“

He again takes a picture of you turning the camera screen to the students. The photo was dark, your features barely visible but still your figure could be distinguished. “This is an underexposed photo. Now if we set the shutter speed to let’s say 1/40 and places the ISO high-“

Expecting his move this time, you look up at the camera. Taehyung halts his action for a slight second before he presses the button. Looking at the photo, the brightness is overbearing. “This is an overexposed photo.”

He places the camera in front of Mingi, Minnie and you allowing you to take your time and compare the three photos he took. “Why am I showing you this? Because for your next assignment that’s what you will do. You will take three photos of the same object. The object you choose should be something that left a great impact on you. That can be your family, your friends or an inanimate object such as phones, books etc. The choice is yours.”

Pulling out stacks of paper he leaves them on the corner of his desk.” These here are today’s study notes. I don’t expect you to write down notes while in the class, but I do expect you to finish your assignments. That will be all for today.”

The students began leaving the room each taking one paper, Taehyung stood there, hands in his pocket looking through every pupil that passed by. Minnie was first in line, her flirt mode on. You see them exchange a few words, Minnie’s behaviour suddenly going from sweet to sour in seconds. You dally your way to the desk aware of his gaze burning holes in the side of your head.

“Sorry, Y/N was it?” You peek up not expecting him to spare you a second let alone address you.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.” I am sorry for what happened to your camera. I know you said it’s fine, but I feel responsible for it. I would feel better if you let me repay you by buying a new camera or at least participating in the coasts.”

“No, really it’s fine.” You laugh as you say it for the fourth time today.” I will borrow my sister’s camera for the course. If I do find myself in a need to buy a new camera, I will let you know.”

Before Taeyhung could protest you nod politely and leave the room. Biting his lip, he couldn’t help to feel bad about the wreck he made knowing full well how much an analogue camera costs nowadays. Taking the Nikon one from your table he swipes through the photos deleting each one before he pauses on the last one. It was the first black and white photo he took of you.

Your eyes were focused on Taehyung, although taken aback by the light they held their composure your mouth pulled into an affiliative smile. The white light made your baby hair stand out in the black background. For an unexplained reason, Taehyung felt a small tug, one he couldn’t pinpoint the meaning of. Shutting off his camera, he exhales through his nose and throws the bag over his shoulder.

The first lecture was done, thirty-three to go.

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fairiehobs · 3 years ago

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somewhere only we know, kim taehyung.

summary . . . you always tried your best to be yourself; even more now that you’re officially a college student. it was time to break from your past bubble and be the girl you were. it was kind of hard though as you find yourself completely in awe with the TA in your art history class. because when struck in love, you seem to embarrass yourself way too often. self love, first loves, and all too many regrets were the key to your new school year.

pairing . . . taehyung x fem!reader

genre . . . . fluff!!!!!!, humor, angst, insecurities :(, mean people, hard college life, college students!au, reader is two years younger than tae,

warnings . . . mentions of depression, low self-esteem, mean girls, curse words, tone deaf incidents, mentions of adoption, angst although it’s not only between tae and reader, talks of weight (weight loss), mentions of past bullying, back and forth sister relationships (arguing and such), eventual smut. (will add more if needed)

sideships . . . none are established

status . . . ongoing

schedule . . . i can only post when i can which can be every other day! <3

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authors note . . . this series is just being transferred over from my old account, so if u the other post, know that it’s mine and no one is plagiarizing anyone lolz. most of these will also have small blurbs which ARE important to the story!! u can be really confused if u miss one, so please read until the bottom or know that any chapter with this emoji beside it, ✏️, means it has a blurb!

👛 yn and friends!

👛 tae and friends!

👛 one. report you

👛 two. on your face ✏️

👛 three. from your group ✏️

👛 four. matching ✏️

👛 five. deciphering

👛 six. kiss list

👛 seven. broke college student ✏️

👛 eight. name ✏️

👛 nine. eating crayons

👛 ten. waiting ✏️

more to be added!

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riseofmoonxchild · 6 years ago

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b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter one

➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]

➴genre – fluff // angst

➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist

You developed a little crush on the barista at your local coffee shop, Jimin. While you start going to the cafe regularly, thinking it as harmless and innocent, you don’t realize that your interest in him will catch the attention of Taehyung, the most-liked boy in school. As the two of them stir up an almost espresso-and-milk-kind-of element to your school life and study load, you find yourself involved in a more complicated situation than you were prepared for.

»listen to the bittersweet playlist titled “coffee shop boy” here

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f a l l

The first time you met Jimin, he was antagonizing over making your coffee perfect. And by met, you meant it was the first time you had ever laid eyes on him. You could tell that this wasn’t special treatment for you—because he was so nervous, so confused, and so focused on the process of actual coffee-assembling, because he cared about the smallest details—you could tell that he wanted it to be the best that anyone could make it. It went beyond trying to seek recognition from the customers or his boss; nevertheless, it was cute. And even if his genuine efforts weren’t meant to flatter you, they made you feel warm and even flustered.

So many college students had come for a coffee break at this time, which was probably overwhelming. It was the height of midterms, and this coffee shop was a popular spot for students to hit because it was right across from the main campus location in Seoul.

“What can I do for you today?”

“Hi-” you paused, taking a moment to mull over your thoughts, “I’d just like a caramel macchiato, please.”

The whole time he was taking your order, he had never made eye contact with you. He was quietly focused on the machine in front of him.

“What size?”

“Just a medium.”

“Alright, that’ll be $4.32,” he reported, looking up. Jimin smiled slightly, as of he were ready to take on his next challenge. “It’ll have that ready for you in no time!” He vowed.

You watched him make your order with a small yet enthusiastic determination.

And finally, as he reached to hand you your coffee, as soon as he saw your hand grabbed a hold of it, his eyes flicked to your yours. He smiled shyly at you and giggled a little, almost nervously. And a heartbeat later, before you could even process your own reaction, he was helping the next customer.

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w i n t e r

You were determined to finish your final paper for your English class. Paragraph by paragraph, you sipped on the coffee, savoring hints of cinnamon and caramel as you persevered. You couldn’t help but glance outside every ten minutes, watching the snow gently blanket the outside world. Part of you wanted to venture out there, but the warmth of the coffee brought you back in every time, keeping you cozy and focused. Relatively focused, that was—inevitably it brought you back to the barista boy, and by that time your whole face became warm.

It had been two months, since you started coming in around four or five times a week, getting your fix of caffeine and something else you didn’t want to admit to yourself. But, inevitably, you discovered what days and times the barista boy worked, just by observation, and that he also had a name other than “barista boy”—Jimin.

When you finished your paper, you were relieved to have officially completed your second fall semester. You stretched, prepared yourself for a final chance of relaxation, and messaged your friend in hopes of celebrating somehow. You wanted some way to relieve all the stress that had piled up to this point.

“Hey, Joon,” you texted, “Do you want to go to Club Avenue tonight?”

You suddenly were reminded of the past semester and the drama that had consumed most it. Despite relentless, pointless efforts, it seemed everything that could have fallen apart inside your own little world did—friends, grades, reputation, your planned future. And with that you had picked up some habits, like drinking and clubbing, especially on week nights, skipping classes. This cafe had, unexpectedly, become your safe haven.

While you had commended yourself for pulling yourself together half way through this semester, and finishing the best you could, you couldn’t help but want to let everything go.

Namjoon, your best friend, your partner in crime, the one who stuck with you through all the fires, seeing you get hurt and sticking around to deal with the burns. You literally couldn’t go on any adventures without him or make any big decisions without his advice. He had been the only constant, and he was the only person you really had as a support now.

“Sure. I’m finishing my assignments but they’ll be done before tonight.”

“Mmk ♥♥.” You knew that Joon didn’t personally like your idea of fun, because he rather be doing other things, but he was always along for the ride. “Good luck!”

“Let’s have a good time tonight. We deserve it ;)”

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From the way he pulled on Jimin’s sleeve, he could have been easily mistaken as a child. “Ahhh, wae, Jimin-ah. I need you,” he whined.

The whole time the boy begged, Jimin tried to remain as indifferent as possible. However, seconds later a smile flashed on his face, promising the other boy a chance at triumph.

“Yah, Taehyung-ah,” he started in a parent-like tone. “Do you not have any assignments left? Didn’t you have a big art project due?”

Taehyung pouted, his face dropping in disappointment.

Pleased with his ability to stay firm, Jimin folded his arms and raised his chin just the slightest bit. “We can’t play until we’ve finished our work—like the responsible haksaeng, students, we are.”

Exasperated, Taehyung asked the air more than anything, “Ah, wae..”

“Fine,” he perked up, heavily invested in this more-of-a-business-like proposal than anything, “I finish my portfolio by tonight, and you-” he pointed at Jimin’s chest, “have to grace me with your presence.” His charming, yet childishly and genuinely satisfied smile made an appearance to conclude the agreement.

Jimin smiled and looked up, amused and please all at the same time. He immediately switched back to his previous persona, face sullen. He raised his right eyebrow, as if considering the options, and gave one confirming nod. “Alright,” he extended his hand for a handshake.

Taehyung accepted the gesture, a goofy grin on his face. “Waaaaaa, Jimin-ssi. It was a pleasure working with you.”

The two laughed, and Taehyung confidently announced, “I’ll pick you up at 10,” winked, and then sauntered off. Jimin just shook his head and went back to work.

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The snow had stopped, and so Taehyung sat on a city street bench, across from the coffee shop, trying to work at a masterpiece in his mind. He had his sketchbook on his lap and was pensively observing his surroundings. While it may have seemed like he was procrastinating this whole time, he really just hadn’t been able to muster up the concentration or inspiration necessary to enter into a creative mood, let alone the mental state he needed to be in for this project. Taehyung sighed.

I want you to use something from the ordinary everyday, something people wouldn’t think twice about. But I want you to convey it from the onlookers’ point of view, as precious or extraordinary from their eyes. That was the professor had demanded. But Taehyung had never really thought about things, things that weren’t so attractive or alluring, that they didn’t demand the attention of every person who laid eyes on them. He liked things like that. People that were so spectacular, their essence flowed, oozed off of them, making them irresistible.

It wasn’t that he pursued outwardly gorgeous people, or that he had shallow intentions, per say. He just enjoyed beautiful things and beautiful people. He saw people as art, and art came to life in his every day. He was always trying to find his muse in one thing or another.

One might even argue he was one of those beautiful people, one of the most exquisite pieces of living art. He never really thought about the people in the background, so indistinguishable they were barely silhouettes on a page. In life, from middle school—elementary even—into college he had been the feature highlight, the centerpiece, almost. Wherever he went, people just gravitated towards him. It was all he had known. And he didn’t really seem to mind.

Frustrated with the assignment, he dramatically sighed to the paper, fiddling with his pencil before he looked up for what felt like the thousandth time. But then he saw her. He saw you. With your brows furrowed in concentration, sending waves of intense synergetic energy with your glare towards the computer screen. Taehyung laughed in amusement, that same goofy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. But then, what he thought was an indestructible focus was suddenly broken, as he saw you sneak an almost nonexistent glance towards the barista boy. And his eyebrows raised in partial-curiosity, partial-surprise.

Taehyung, a contemplative look resting on his face, came to a sudden realization. And then, with this newfound sense of purpose, he began sketching.

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A/N: wow i’ve been meaning to post this, cause i’ve been excited about this♥ not exactly sure where this story headed, as far as character development, but i’m looking forward to what avenues i may end up exploring (hopefully with constant fluff included). plus, it’s kinda become my baby, haha.

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sm-entertain-me · 6 years ago

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Technically Off Limits (E)

Requested by @sarangtae-vante: Hey love, can have an imagine where you've been fan of bts for a long time but then you actually get recruited in their tech team and it was really hard not to fan girl around them but they made you fell really comfortable. And then any of the member (jin or jk or jimin or all) finds that you have a crush on taehyung and you can take from here.i don't mind if it's a fluff or mature. (I decided fluff, btw)

Contains: Kim Taehyung x (f) reader, adult language, FLUFF, tech team!reader, Bighit employee!au

Synopsis: Congratulations on you getting hired on Big Hit Entertainment's tech team! It makes all those computer science classes worth it to be able to work for your favorite company. However, it’s made very clear that you are not to be romantically involved with any of the talent...

The day you got the email to join Bighit's tech teams was not one you would easily forget. Although the events leading up to it were something to be desired since you had gotten yelled at by your boss, well, ex boss. It was a cold, rainy day and you had gotten home around 9 o'clock ish because of the intense hours your employer chose to put onto you, serving as a "warning" to not be late again. Everything seemed to be going wrong until you opened your email to find a special piece of mail sitting at the top of your inbox, shining with bold letters. You had a good feeling what the email contained, but you weren’t sure that it was an opportunity to change your life forever.

Ever since then, you’ve been whisked away to Seoul to help out with minor technical issues with Bighit’s offices and stuff like that. Most of the employees didn’t really speak English that well so they often sent one of the trainees or other rookies that had recruited from English speaking countries to give you orders. Honestly, even though you were living your dream, it was a little bit boring to you. You were under the impression you would be working closely with the artists that have been produced from this company, not fixing minuscule viruses that would pop up occasionally because of the trainee artists clicking on emails that they really shouldn’t be. You weren’t going to name names of course because that would be embarrassing for them as well as you, since you knew what kind of emails were causing the viruses. Still, a job’s a job.

It was a little later than when you were supposed to get out, getting sucked into helping with PD-nim’s technical issues with his sound system in the office. You didn’t complain because he was a very nice man, and he was easily the most powerful person in this whole facility and could ship you right back into the shithole of a life you had prior to this. “Need help with that?” A familiar voice called out from behind you, causing you to jump where you stood and dropping some of your tools on the ground. You held your hand over your heart as you inhaled sharply, turning on your heels to find Jungkook standing there with his goofy smile after he realized he scared you pretty badly. “Jesus Christ, Kook,” You groaned as you doubled over and held onto the caps of your knees, still trying to get your breathing down to a semi normal rate.

“What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you have gone home like, half an hour ago?” Jungkook questioned as he slipped through the opened doorway and stood next to you, sitting down in PD-nim’s swivel chair to tend to the need of Twitter for another selca. Rolling your eyes lightly, you nodded at him as you grabbed the tiny screwdriver that lay on the ground, “Yeah, but I have to get this done. I’m so close to being promoted to your guys’ technical manager.” It was true. You were very close to being promoted to being one of the on hand tech managers whenever the guys went on tour. Although you only really gotten close with Jungkook and Jimin, you were more than happy to get to know the rest of them. Especially Taehyung.

Ah yes, Kim Taehyung. He was easily the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. He had a smile that could melt you into a puddle, eyes that were the softest shade of brown and could carry the whole light of the world in them, and a laugh that always made you smile. However, you never really got to know him because you were super shy and didn’t want to ruin any part of the nonexistent relationship you had, he was talent and you were instructed to never get involved with any of the talent as your job was just to make sure everything was running smoothly in the tech department, and you rarely got to see him outside of practice. It was a shame really because you felt like you and Taehyung would really hit it off. You did, however, come really close to asking Jungkook to be your wingman, but you knew that if he found out your true feelings about his bandmate that he would surely make your life a living hell with the constant teasing and pestering.

“Hey! Y/N! Did you even hear me?” Jungkook’s voice rang out to you from his position behind you, yanking you back into reality. You turned to face him with a look of confusion, still gripping the screwdriver in your hand that had yet to move from your thinking about Taehyung. That earned an eye roll from Jungkook as he stood up and came towards you, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you completely back from the vice grip your thoughts had on you, “Geez you checked out for a good minute there. What were you thinking about?” “No one,” You responded simply, turning your back to him to continue your work. That was, until Jungkook reached out to grab your shoulders and turn you completely around, “Y/N, I said what were you thinking about, not who. But now you’re going to tell me who or I’ll break PD-nim’s sound system even more than it is now.” “You wouldn’t,” You seethed, narrowing your eyes at the young man in front of him who wore a smirk like it was a permanent part of his body. “Try me.”

Jungkook was a persistent one, you’ll give him that. He wouldn’t let you leave the room, wouldn’t let you pick up the screwdriver to continue your work, and surely wouldn’t let you change the subject. He even resulted to yanking the screwdriver away from you until you at least gave him a hint on who had taken your full attention. “Is he older than me?” Jungkook questioned as he fiddled with the tool needed to finish the job, knowing it was annoying you. “Yes,” You grumbled as you walked over to the desk, sitting on it casually. Jungkook’s lips formed a smile as he looked up at you to continue his questioning, “Is he in BTS?” “Kook, seriously,” You groaned as you tried to grab the screwdriver that was dangerously close to your hand but he was way too quick, looking at you until you answered him. With a huff and a sigh, you answered, “Yes.” Jungkook chuckled, “Of course he is. That’s why you want to be on the tech team, you like someone in the band. Is it Tae Tae?”

The sudden silence that filled the room was more than enough to answer Jungkook’s question as you looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs as if you were ashamed to admit it. Jungkook saw the sudden drop of your face and quickly walked over to you, bending down to meet your eyes, “Hey. It’s okay. Taehyung is a really nice guy and I’m sure that I can get you two to go out or something.” “No,” You protested as you looked away to hide the redness that was spreading through your face due to embarrassment of this whole conversation. “I’m not allowed to. I’m here to work, not date. PD-nim made that very clear.” You watched as Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing your face to look at him, “Y/N, do you realize how many people here have had romantic trysts with the artists here? The answer is a lot. Now, I’m going to set you up with Taehyung and you’re going to enjoy yourself. Besides, maybe he likes you too.” “Who likes who?”

The voice that asked that question didn’t belong to you or Jungkook. You both turned to the source of the noise, coming face to face with the very person you were just talking about. “Taehyung,” You said with widened eyes, trying to hide your face that still had the prominent redness from Jungkook’s pestering. Jungkook stood up quickly and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Oh, nothing Tae.” Taehyung’s lips formed a pout as he entered the office, walking to stand right next to you and offering a smile at you before he spoke, “Come on Kook, I barely get to hear any drama anymore. I wanna know.” Jungkook looked down at you, silently asking you to handle the situation since it was really your feelings being discussed. Taehyung also looked down at you, waiting to see if you would tell him even though you knew it could ruin any chance of getting that promotion you desired.

“I... I don’t really want to tell you,” You admitted, stammering almost every single word that poured out of you because of the nervousness that sat in your stomach from Taehyung being so close and having to admit your feelings to him. Taehyung sighed as he grabbed your hand in his, stroking the top of it with his thumb, “Y/N, you can trust me.” You were kind of shocked that he actually knew your name considering he’s really only said hello a few times to you when he passed through the hallways or the elevator to get to the practice rooms, but you weren’t complaining. Jungkook was standing opposite the two of you as he watched the way Tae was holding your hand, awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket, “Oh um, by the way... I may or may not have already said something about you liking him.”

“You fucking what?” You yelled, snatching your hand out of Taehyung’s and rushing over to Jungkook to grab him by the collar, shaking him as hard as you could even though it barely made the bulky kid move. “You told him?!?” “To be fair, it was kind of obvious. Yoongi-hyung and I had a bet to see how long it would take for Tae to find out, so I told him so I could win the bet,” Jungkook admitted as he let you continue to shake him back and forth against the wall. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You trusted Jungkook. Actually, you hadn’t even told him that you had feelings for Taehyung, so you were more shocked at the fact that it was so obvious to everyone else besides you. You thought you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, but your actions prove otherwise.

You finally calmed down at you let go of Jungkook’s collar, pushing the fabric out so you could smooth the wrinkles you caused. Sighing softly, you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose to control yourself, “Kookie, I’m sorry. I just, I really want this promotion and the whole reason I hadn’t said anything was so that PD-nim wouldn’t find out and threaten to terminate me... And now Taehyung knows, and so does Yoongi. God I’m screwed.” A soft hand found the base of your shoulder blade, rubbing it lightly as the person it belonged to spoke quietly, “No, no. You’re not screwed. PD-nim doesn’t have to know anything about it. Y/N, you’re a great tech expert. And if you hadn’t noticed, we kind of have a say in who’s in our tech group on the road. Both Kook and I can vouch for you. Hell, even Jimin can vouch for you.”

You turned on your heels to look up at Taehyung with eyes that had a few tears being held back sicne you thought you would surely get fired, “You-You’d do that? For me?” Taehyung smiled softly at you, his eyes forming deep crescents as he looked at you, “Of course I would. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever seen, and you’re also the kindest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” A smile found its way onto your face as you looked down to hide the small blush, afraid Taehyung would catch it.

A hand gripped the bottom of your chin and pulled you to look up, your eyes meeting once again with Tae’s, “And about you liking me, let me ask you a question. Has it ever occurred to you that I always say hi to you in the elevator when the practice rooms are below the tech department? They’ve never been above.” It all made sense to you. Taehyug had no reason to be on the elevator with you for so long. The practice rooms are on the third floor and the tech department is on the fifth. He’d gone out of his way to stay on that elevator to say hi and strike up seemingly meaningless conversations with you. That was sure to get your heart racing.

“So are you going to ask her or what? I did my part,” Jungkook said impatiently, interrupting your conversation as he stood with his arms crossed. “She nearly ripped my shoulder out of place by shaking me so hard.” Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jungkook and motioned for him to leave, Jungkook giving at nod to the both of you to say his farewells. You tilted your head at Taehyung, wanting to know what he meant by “I did my part.” Taehyung smiled a nervous smile, gripping the back of his neck and giving a good scratch, “I may or may not have planned this out since Kook told me about you liking me a couple months ago. I didn’t know how to go about it since we barely talk, but I would love to get to know you, if that’s okay.” Taehyung saw your face contort to show your nervousness, still thinking about how you could lose your job over this. Until he used an argument you simply couldn’t resist, “It’s just one little date. What PD-nim doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Little did you know that the one little date that Taehyung was talking about turned into another date, and another one, and him asking you to be his girlfriend after you got your promotion to the BTS technical manager. Once you were promoted, PD-nim really had no grounds to fire you since you and Tae were dating after you got your promotion... Or so he thought. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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eutaerpe · 6 years ago

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in nuce (in fieri pt 2)

→ genre: The raven cycle!AU | a little bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff

→ pairing: reader/Taehyung ft jjk

→ word count: 4k

→ description: Kim Taehyung knows that kissing his one true love means you’re inevitably going to die. He knows he shouldn’t even bother because he sees how Jungkook looks at you and him both, but that doesn’t stop him from calling you at midnight and picking you up and letting you feel his hot and uneven breath on your face.

→ a/n: hello!! i’m so sorry this took a while, but sophomore year happened. along with many other things. as usual, forgive me for any mistakes :( i hope you like this piece as much as i do!! :) x

Jungkook hates driving your black BMW. He absolutely despises how well his calloused hands feel on the leather wheel, he loathes how comfortable it is, how silent and classy and rich it is.

You, on the other hand, love seeing him plopped on a seat that’s not the passenger one – shotgun, Jimin would have shouted in every other occasion, failing to occupy that desired seat, though today is an exception: there’s only the two of you in your expensive, hateful, practically never used car.

A small side of you – well hidden under all those layers of restless obliviousness - dreads to tell him it’s because you’re always in Taehyung’s car and your heart flutters when you see the older man drive, his hand in yours. Yet you don’t. Jungkook’s forehead is already wrinkled as it is, and you hate it. Sometimes it’s easier to picture what it would be like to ask Glendower for Jungkook’s happiness, instead of having him tired and broken around you.

“It’s just two hours,” you murmur, your right hand covering your left one, burnt by Namjoon’s culinary impracticalness. He almost cried, the other night, when he dropped the boiling water all over the kitchen – and casually almost cut you with his knife, but you don’t share this tad with Jungkook. You and Namjoon decided to stick to microwaved ramen after that, while you promised him you weren’t hurt. You’re not wholly hurt, at least. Just enough to make Jungkook drive because he knows (and you know) that this makes him feel powerful but not crucially enough to make Namjoon worry.

“I know,” Jungkook replies, rolling the sleeves of his black hoodie above his elbows, “don’t worry about me. Try to get some sleep while you’re at it, you know you’re the one who has to lead all our conversations later”.

Of course, you must, inevitably. That’s the perk of growing up in a well-mannered family, mother aspiring to be elected as senator in the next elections, father quiet, complying and greatly focused on his children’s future, a sharp-tongued brother who dressed like a Dior model and… you. Thriving to find your dead Welsh king.

Sometimes you wish angry-and-bothered Jungkook would stop looking at you with a distaste for your surroundings – “Envy”, Jimin once said. “It’s really not his fault, you’re the sweet little girl that has everything he has ever dreamed of, yet you steer as further as possible from your family” – because, given the chance, you’d give it all to him. You even told him, which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t a good idea, because he flinched, passed his hand in his dark hair and laughed so darkly you’d feared him. He had hovered you, looked at you, stroked your cheek and said “I don’t want to talk about this ever again. Please” and, somehow, that cracked your relationship. You wish you’d stop hurting him with your words.

“Alright.” you manage before you close your car’s door.

In two hours, you’ll be in Seoul – well, your parents’ luxurious mansion – facing your whole family and the whole city, being the good daughter that they’d raised you to be. It’s not as bad as it sounds, because this time there’s Jungkook with you. His scholarship-student, boyish, attractive face can charm off everyone you know: it’s a win-win situation for you two, as he can gain connections while you avoid making small talks with every person known by your parents.

It’s the only deal your parents expect from you – if you want to live in your apartment with Namjoon and Jimin, refrain yourself from attending their social gatherings during summer so that you can devote, once again, yourself to your quest (Glendower Glendower Glendower)… if you don’t want to give up your independence, well, you have to be there.

Jungkook is a steady driver. Precise, careful, safe. His eyes are fixed on the road above him, veins bulging in his arms, hoodie carefully placed over his black high waisted jeans. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to guess what’s on his mind. On the outside, he looks unfazed, one could think he almost never thinks or never worries, but. You know he faces his fears on his own, in due time, as he does with all those matters that he bears on his shoulders. One by one, he takes them off his body, deciding to win strategically, to defeat with logic and daunting calm his enemy. He’s indefinitely stubborn, that you know for sure. But… You want to stop thinking about what he might be thinking of. What he might be feeling. He barely sighs. Crossing your legs on the passenger seat, you’d wish he’d tell you.

“Guk,” your voice says before you even realize it, “’m glad you’re here with me.”

He swallows, hard, hands still fiercely gripping the wheel.

“I know,” he says at first, “I’m glad to be here with you.” then adds, voice much softer.

That makes you fall asleep peacefully.

You remember less champagne and slightly more suits. You’re glad to see dozens of women owning their couture clothes and classy jackets, even though they’re wearing their best academic success, next in line CEO, future sad wife, better daughter-than-you smiles. Ah, what a daring exhibition. Very two-thousand-and-something of your parents. On a second thought, how rich of you to almost disapprove of the growth of alcohol in the room. Yoongi taught you better.

You give Jungkook your best help-me-forget-I’m-here smile. You like to think you gave life to this one, owning the patent and all. Not on sale yet, so no one even dares to wear it on their perfect and not-chapped lips, but Jungkook acknowledges it and his hand brushes yours to lower the frantic anxiety in your body. Thank God for Jungkook.

“Frankly,” a voice on your left startles you, “if I were you, I’d have chosen another dress”. The corners of your mouth threat to lift themselves up, and that’s how you know – with the raging chaos of the dining room – that Yoongi is talking to you.

“Yeah, but you know, avoiding Dior is my first priority along with showing up to mum’s birthday with a glass plate as a fucking gift”

He snorts. “You did like my gift, though, so you’re in no position to neither judge nor question my ability to lighten the lives of the people with loving presents.”

“Stop talking like mum” you hiss, crossing your arms on your chest.

His blond hair looks even more platinum these days. “Glad to know we’re resembling our parents more as we grow, kid. That worried look on your face gave off a dad vibe, if you know what I mean,” he gestures as he speaks, before eyeing Jungkook on your side, “Or maybe a vague daddy one? I know for a fact that you’ve been called daddy in the past- “

“Kids sometimes call each other mom and dad when they’re five”

“-unless I’m mistaking all this entirely and Jeon here is your daddy?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face. “How many times do I have to tell you? He’s not my-”

“Not fucking your sister, sorry to disappoint,” Jungkook interrupts, making your eyes bulge. He looks perfectly calm with his hands in the pockets of his black suit he changed into as soon as you came here. His forehead is showing, and you know for a fact that this simple detail is enough for making girls go down on their knees for him. But Jungkook is not like that. He’s usually calm, peaceful, charming, respecting Jungkook. Aglionby Jungkook is your Jungkook seventy-five percent of the time. Then there’s wild Jungkook – though not wild enough to drink and engage in your activities when you forget you’re yourself and remember you’re your brother’s sister. Wild yourself would terrify Taehyung. Or terribly amuse him. Honestly, you don’t know what’s worse. You don’t even want to find out the answer.

This Jungkook, though, is… altogether a whole new persona that comes to life when he has had enough of people like these in this room; or, you now realise, when he talks to Yoongi. All cocky, dry humored and sarcastic, and for that you curse your brother’s nature.

“Not for lack of trying, though,” Yoongi, in fact, insists.

“I mean, you’d have to visit to know, right? You’re just guessing we’re joined at the hip and spending our lives together—”

“And fucking in her BWM”

Jungkook promptly ignores him and smirks, the devil himself. “…but it’s all talk unless you come to check on her and take a look for yourself, uh?”

Your brother gets closer to Jungkook, eyes dark and looming in the younger’s ones. “No, no, you’re right,” he begins, playing with his ring, “My sister is philanthropic, charitable. She’d settle for…” he seems to weight his words, “I don’t remember, how’s he called?”

“Shut up. Yoongi,” you warn him, grabbing his wrists. “Just shut up”

“The new one? Taehyung?”

Jungkook goes rigid beside you and you snap. “Fuck off,” you push him away, “fuck off. Stay away from us unless you’ve sobered up. Give this jerk attitude to mum and dad and everyone who hurt you in this life, I couldn’t care less. But not to me. And not ever to Jungkook.”

Yoongi has the maybe-I-screwed-up face, his features twisted in a badly hidden fear. You focus on him for a second, but it’s enough for Jungkook to slide out of his position next to you and, in a swift move, he’s gone. Just like that. Lost among the guests. His erratic heartbeat almost quiet as opposed to the noisy chatter of the room.

“Y/N…”

Your brother’s voice falters.

“No, Yoon. I have to find him.”

Yet, fate is a funny thing. It tells Taehyung not to kiss people if he doesn’t want them to die while it brings Jungkook in his life. You in his life. Fate demands you to be your honest self, and you wish you could comply, but being Jungkook’s friend – that runs after him, takes care of him, shares pain with him – is hard to do when you can’t do any of those things. You can’t take care of him because he’s his own person, and he doesn’t need you like that. You can’t share his pain with him – nor take all his pain away – because he never shares. He never takes. He’d never take anything from you.

As for the last thing you wish you could do for him, well—you can’t exactly run after him if he’s faster than you, quicker, smoother, swifter.

(Better)

You physically can’t, if your own mother positions herself between you and the crowd Jungkook dissolved into.

“Daughter of mine!” she beams, eyes now crescents. “I missed you terribly.”

The last thing you see before she engulfs you with her warm hug is your brother’s stare – dark, quiet, not at all menacing. It terribly resembles Yoongi’s smile when he was younger and carefree. But it only lasts a fraction of a second. Yoongi gives you his back and disappears into the crowd.

A part of you, you think, holding onto your mother’s waist, wishes he’d go looking for Jungkook. But one can only hope, right? You wish Taehyung was here. He’d hold your hand. He’d knew what to do.

Jungkook, you reckon, a twinge of pain hitting you all at once, would want Taehyung here, too.

The hauntingly beautiful mansion—yours, you remind yourself – is packed. Jungkook is still gone, out of sight, so as you exhale a silent sigh you run your eyes, for the nth time, once again through the people—the aged, rich, people that fit better than you in this daunting place. You scan through all the black cocktail dresses, you skim through the delighted expressions, past above the lingering faux happiness they decided to show to your guests. Yet, there’s no trace of Jungkook. What would you give to leave your mother and go look for him, his doe eyes fixated in your mind, lacking beside you.

Your mother winces at the volume of the conversation she’s now holding with an old politician in front of you—she grimaces for a split second, hands still covering her filled glass of champagne. Honestly, though? You couldn’t care less about the media strategies set to unfold the enigmatic yet, dear Mrs. Min, disruptive truth about—

“I think you’ve been right all along,” Professor Shin interrupts your trail of thoughts, a smug grin on his face. You excuse yourself – finally – and turn to him, suddenly excited. Professor Shin – Kim Shin, a charming university History professor that yes, has seen you grow up but, well, seems like doesn’t know what aging means – is probably the only one who firmly believes you’re right. (Glendower saved you. Glendower’s body is still out there. This is your call, for god’s sake.)

The fact that, upon hearing about your arrival, your father’s close friend has decided to meet you and grace you with this… assumption (statement, your mind decides. Truth, your heart suggests.) sends a small jolt through your body. You’ve been right all along. The words echo in your ears. You’ve been right all along. God. God, how you wish Taehyung was here.

This feels weirder than imagined. Closer to a dream, your brother’s vivid and blinding dreams, closer to when Jungkook sat next to you, eyes beaming, bunny smile in full display, and said: “I’m out my parents’ place.”

“I’m sorry,” you begin, a timid smile growing onto your lips, “Could you please repeat what you just said, Professor?”

He snickers, hands in his pockets. “I think you’re right about the ley line in Tokyo. The Tokyo SkyTree building?” – he vaguely gestures in front of your face – “It lies onto a Ley Line, which means that it has disrupted its flow of power into Tokyo itself. But the truth is, the building is… a lot more than just that. I can show you. You’d be delighted to read what I found out, miss Min. That curious friend of yours…ah, Jungkook, right? He’s already looking at my sources right as we talk. What do you say?”

A small pang of pain hits your heart—almost non-existent, you want to say, yet it’s growing and exploding through your limbs because Jungkook—your Jungkook, once again not your Jungkook—is already a step before you. Already thriving, already choosing, already living and smiling without you—yet you smile. You say yes. Just like Jungkook said yes.

The very same Jungkook that has his sleeves rolled on his elbows, his hair mussed and his eyes sparkling. Charming. Handsome.

(Living. Thriving. Smiling. Seeming at peace in your parent’s office, the libraries tall and imposing onto your figures, you two insignificant though blooming at the news.)

He spares a glance at you; his smile doesn’t falter, and this warms your pained heart.

“In simple terms, miss Min,” Professor Shin begins, “We should think of Tokyo as more than a ley line… ask yourself, what would happen if a ley line was to burst and exceed its physical limitations? The answer’s not its power would shatter into a million pieces, miss. The answer, as a matter of fact, is funnier. Wilder. The laws of nature are compact, precise, yet immensely fluid. Japan itself is a force of nature… let me explain; think of it as the feng shui rules. Think about the importance of placing certain objects in specific places. Think about the positive energies a right placement implies.

Now, the Tokyo SkyTree is standing tall, harshly, into a place not appointed for a building. The laws of nature act, at this point. Something so trivial, so languid as a building meant for humans, that will sooner or later cease to exist, broke the synergy of the ley line. The ley lines, eternal, right, powerful. Meant to exist for longer than we can imagine.” He pauses, a glint in his eyes. “The ley line disrupted its power everywhere near the building, imprinting it to Tokyo itself, I imagine. Perhaps even more than Tokyo itself. Now, a young student of mine suggested that this didn’t happen. That the building didn’t lacerate the ley line. That it just… cracked the ley line. Creating a portal. A mass of energy – an unfathomable flow of energy – concentrating in a point, asking for help, connecting itself to the rest of the ley lines in the world. That could lead to anywhere… anyone. To whichever body that lies into a powerful place.”

“To… Glendower.” Jungkook says, licking his lips.

“To Glendower.” You repeat, a conviction in your tone. “Whatever happened, we—I want to see it. I want to feel it. I need to go there.”

“I expected you to say that, miss.” He laughs. “I’m onto a new journey, and I wish you’d take part of it. Lead it, actually. You’re young—” at that, you snort, “But you have tons of experience. I’d like to conduct other experiments in Tokyo, in order to understand what happened, but as soon as I’ve gathered all the pieces of information, I’d like you to go there. So, I now ask you to wait. And prepare yourself. Can you do that for me, miss Min?”

Jungkook’s eyes fall on you and, sensing his disturb – he’s not in the picture. He’s suddenly not part of this game – you avoid his inquiring, hard gaze. “Yes, sir. Take your time. But I want to know—”

“—about everything I’ll discover. Of course.”

His phone rings. You’re sure it’s his because Jungkook lost his (did he really, though?), and you left yours in your room, away from yourself, away from the tempting though to call Taehyung and ignore the gathering altogether. You swore you wouldn’t jump at the first occasion to ditch the party—so here you are, longing for a connection with Taehyung, yet impossibly far from him.

“Excuse me, please.”

God. You want out. You want out before Jungkook says—

“You can’t do this alone—I’m in this, we’re in this together. What about—” his eyes are angry, his features scream madness, “What about Namjoon? What about Jimin?” he exhales, “What about me?”

What about Taehyung?

You can’t answer that, because he begins almost shouting again, “You can’t just think about yourself—this is about all of us. This involves all of us. So what? Just because you were there from the beginning—just because you can travel whenever the fuck you want, it’s easier to cut us out, huh?”

“Jungkook,” you plead, hands on his forearms, “Jungkook, listen to me…”

“If it’s a matter of pride—”

“It’s not!”

“—or worse, money—”

“You have to stop this.” You groan, hands in your hair. “You have to stop this, please. It’s killing me.”

Something in him must click at your words because he’s frowning and unbuttoning his shirt’s top button. “It’s not killing you,” he laughs, a sound void of sympathy, “It’s not.”

“It is! Stop invalidating my feelings—”

“You are, though! You’re crushing mine!”

You ignore his words, hands on your heart, tears threatening to come out. “I-I feel like I can’t talk to you! I always try to choose my words around you and—and it’s killing me. Knowing that you won’t understand—knowing that I’ll choose wrongly, that the next time is gonna be worse, because you’re slowly getting out of reach, you’re running away from me!”

Jungkook’s mouth is agape, his eyes wide. “That’s not true,” it’s his whisper.

“I don’t know what to do. I love you, but… this is killing me. I love you, but it’s useless because you’re getting farther away from me. And I don’t know… I don’t know how to keep you close.”

It’s hard to swallow when he looks so concerned, so out of control, so shocked at your words. But it’s the truth, isn’t it? He isn’t yours anymore. It’s sad to think that maybe he never was in the first place.

“You don’t love me.”

Those words throw you off.

You frown, you lick your lips, exasperated. “Yes, I do.”

This is excruciating. How can he not see? How does he not know? Jungkook, you want to scream, how can I make you believe?

“If you had to choose,” he begins, uncertain. You alert despair in his words. In how slowly he’s letting the words out. In how this is going to end badly—how easy it is for him to ask to choose him? Would you choose Taehyung? Choose me. Love me. “If you had to choose between me and Taehyung…”

“Jungkook, no.”

“Me and Taehyung.” He repeats, taking a step in your direction, gaze on yours, desperation clear, discomfort oozing out of his mouth. “Don’t think. Say a name.”

“I would never do this to you, and you know it.” His thumbs touch your cheeks, and you wish you were stronger—you wish you weren’t crying, you wish you could answer him. “Jungkook, please.”

He looks at you again—that’s the last thing you see before closing your eyes, letting your tears wet your whole face. You’re sobbing, forcing your mouth closed, even when he keeps caressing your soft skin.

“Y/N…”

“I do love you.” You force out, instead. “I do love you, Jungkook. But what about you?” your words are nothing more than a hushed whisper. “Do you love me? Or…”

You open your eyes. Jungkook’s still looking at you, eyebrows frowning. This mere sight makes you want to scream. Your words make you want to weep, uncontrollably. This is not fair. This isn’t what you had planned.

“Are you in love with me? Or are you in love with Taehyung?”

That’s the right question to ask, you want to cry out loud. That’s what’s nurturing you and him both—you’ve lived since birth a privileged life. You’ve always asked questions, you were always praised for your curiosity. Most especially, you were always given answers. But what about now? Why can’t he say—can’t he share the truth? Can’t he say he loves you, deeply, so terribly deeply, yet Taehyung makes him feel different? Makes he feel normal? Alive? Just a boy?

You do know it. You do know how does he feel.

As he blinks, pulling away, pupils desperate, you wish you could say: I know how he makes you feel. And again: I feel the same way. The truth: he makes me feel the same way.

You take a step back, drying your wet cheeks.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.”

Another truth: I love him.

As you give him your back, you leave him alone in the office. But Jungkook doesn’t follow you.

(The truth you didn’t say out loud: you love him, too.)

It’s past midnight when Taehyung misdials.

He says it right away, first thing when you pick up, and you don’t believe him for a second.

“I misdialled. Didn’t mean to call you. To wake you up—”

“It’s fine.” You murmur, drowning in your warm bed. “I don’t mind. Wasn’t sleeping anyway.”

“Mhm.” He sighs, “Was the party okay?”

“As okay as it can be.”

“Vague.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Were the people okay?”

“Bearable as drunk Namjoon.”

“So, as bearable as my brother Seokjin when he hasn’t had his fair share of daily compliments.”

Your lips can’t help but curve into a smile. “Seokjin loves you, though.”

“So does Namjoon.”

You breathe out. “Yeah,” you swallow. “Yeah, he does.”

“What about Jungkook?”

Your heart is in pain. Damned Jungkook.

“What about him?”

Taehyung pauses, and you imagine him blinking, nodding to nothing. “I hope that, at least, the food was good.”

“Of course. Our chef has never disappointed the Min family.”

You faintly hear him chuckle.

“You okay?”

Here it is, the million dollars question. “I am now. I’m glad you misdialled.”

Taehyung doesn’t exhale. “Might do it again, dunno. Can’t really say I’m a fan of technology.”

“I’d answer,” you admit, voice lower than before, “If you ever were to misdial again.”

“Good,” he sounds pleased, “Wouldn’t want to waste the call.”

Taehyung bites the inside of his mouth, eyes checking into the dark kitchen he’s in.

“Sweet dreams.”

He waits for your tender “Night, Tae,” before hanging up.

That night, you sleep like a child.

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bangtan-nugget · 6 years ago

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You damn right 😤

@slowlyandrogynouskryptonite said:

Taehyung Fanfic/Serie? Y/N is a famous actress in Korea being one off the most succfessul (95) year old actress in the business. She’s a, kind and a happy girl. Everyone think’s she is just a sweetheart but when she’s on set she can change her whole demeanor. One day she’s told she’ll be working with BTS member Taehyung as a romantic interest in the new k drama. As her and tae become close how will it affect their lives? will they hold a strong relationship or will the media go between them?

word count: 8,242.

note: in collaboration with @imaginationbangtan

genre: A lot of angst. A lot of fluff.

Since you could remember, you had always been by your best friend’s side. From the day he confessed that wanted to be an idol on the swings, to the day he left Busan to pursue his dream in Seoul, you had recklessly supported him. You vividly remember the nights he would call and tell you that he was overwhelmed and he was ready to come home; You replied that “if you come back home, I will repeatedly beat you in the head with a frying pan” which would send him away with a fit of laughter and motivation. You completely understood how much he wanted this. His determination, dedication, and passion were confirmed your belief in him making it to the top. That’s why you fell in love him. You went against all the rules and common sense behind not falling in love with a best friend. You couldn’t stop yourself. You had helplessly fallen for Park Jimin. You loved him since you were young and you still loved him. So when he called, you answered without hesitation.

“Hey!” His cheerful voice greeted you. “How’s my mini actress doing?”

You snorted, “Jimin, you’re like a centimeter taller than me.”

“I’m still taller.” In this moment, you could already see him playful pouting which amused you greatly.

“Do you actually need something or are you just going to make fun of me?” You groaned while setting your phone down on your bed and collapsing right next to it.

“Is it a crime to be speaking to my best friend” he accused ��You never liked respecting your elders, huh?” he murmured the last part

“With your schedule? That’s practically next to impossible.” You were not wrong, the last time you had called Jimin was nearly a months ago.

“Ah, I want to FaceTime,” He whined, “I miss your face.”

“Okay, okay. You’re such big baby.” You laughed a bit.

“Hold on.” You picked up your phone and ended the original phone call to call Jimin through FaceTime. He picked up and you were instantly greeted with the most beaming smile you had yet to see from him which made your heart warm.

“Hi!” you watched him shuffle around a little “Anyway, about our schedule. Since our comeback is tomorrow, we got a little break and I wanted to catch up.” His words lent you a smile. Any little thing he said or did caused your heart warm; you wish you had not given yourself false hope.

Deep down in your heart, you wanted to believe that you had a chance with him. It would be fair to say you had a chance since you both know each other better than anyone else. He’s likely bound to love you or at least feel something for you. You knew the truth. You were a struggling actress while he was an idol with his career on the rise. How would the media react to that? How would fans react to that? A somebody with a nobody. Your heart refused to listen to all logic and you continued to hold onto that small flicker of hope that maybe Jimin would spare your feelings a moment.

“I’m glad PD is finally giving you guys a break. From all those pictures and videos you send of you guys practicing, you guys definitely need some rest. Speaking of rest, you do realize it’s almost eleven o’clock.?” You asked, raising your eyebrow. He could only give you a sheepish smile.

“I was going call earlier but the guys wanted to go out and celebrate the new album. The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt.1.” he stated with such admiration to the title.

“Mhm,” you furthered

“Ah, I promise it will be your favorite.” You watched as Jimin obsessed over his latest body of work.

“Also,” he moved closer to the camera “I heard that drama you were in with Im Soo Hyang and Lee Dong Min -right- is coming out in a couple days after our album. What was it called again?” You rolled your eyes because this wasd probably the 20th time he’s asked.

“Sweet Wishes. I’ve told you this countless times already.”

“I know, I’m sorry for forgetting.” he furiously rubbed his eyes “These comebacks have me really tired. Ya know? But I am proud of you. I told you one day you’d be a big time actress and look at you now.” Jimin exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“I’m not a big time actress Min. I’m only a side character at best.”

“Watch. I predict that this will be the big push you need to excel in your career. I’m so confident that I even bet money on it.”

“Oh yeah?” You brought your face closer to the phone. “How much money?”

“Hmmm… how about… twenty dollars?”

“Make it fifty and you got yourself a deal.” Jimin rubbed his chin before agreeing to the condition.

“Get some rest Minnie. You have a big day tomorrow.” Jimin internally cringed at the nickname you used to use when we were little.

“I’ve always hated that nickname.”

“I know, that’s why I still use it. Goodnight.”

“Night!”

The call was ended but your heart was still beating. He left a sweet taste in your mouth as you easily fell asleep that night.

For the next few weeks, some of the expected occurred. The new Bangtan album took off. As they prepared for their fan signings and concerts, you and Jimin ceased contact. However, the unexpected had occurred. There was a literal overnight growth in popularity of your drama. You along with the rest of the cast were thrusted into a spot light that you were not familiar with. With your satisfactory comedic timing, your character was greatly praised just as much as the main characters.

[+10,008, -396] the nation’s new little sister

[ +9,328, -143] wow…I relate to her at such a spiritual level

[+8,848, -246] Crazy how she’s such a mood

[+2,684, -239] I think I’m in love

The viralness of your show was something that no one could be prepared for so you went from a nearly focused schedule (limited to shooting for Sweet Wishes) to a vast number of promotional activities that ranged from variety shows to hosting.

As a means of furthering your promotion, your manager had negotiated your placement in being an MC for that week’s music program. You were unfamiliar with this sudden growth in responsibilities so you spent your entire night nervously memorizing your lines rather than sleeping. So when you found yourself in middle of Park Jimin and Do Bong Cha, the vocalist of the current most popular rookie group, you did not have the energy to even be surprised. You mindlessly recited what you had religiously rehearsed until you were placed into a corner where you got to watch Jimin perform. You had to constantly remind yourself that you were in public and that fawning over him so blatantly would leave you buried under many death threats. So you clenched a fist and refused to foolishly smile until the lights dimmed and the crew was scrambling into the next program.

Jimin had come back in a new suit and switched places with Bong Cha, who left to prepare the performance with her group. In the meantime, you and Jimin did not even look each other’s way out of dread for controversy. Soon, the room got dark and all turned their attention to the stage where you saw Bong Cha and her group start their performance. In the middle of their stage, you looked over at Jimin to see him entranced by the whole performance; he was obviously enamored by her.

Like routine, you and Jimin recite your lines of reaction.

“Wow~ Bong Cha-ah is amazing. The group’s performance was so energetic and she was so lively. What a breathtaking performance, don’t you think?” He asked, turning to you with a grin on his face. You tried not to raise your eyebrow at him. That part wasn’t in the script at all. Maybe he’s just being nice.

“I think they are all pretty cool!” you artificially replied.

By the time you had given all of your energy, everyone was packing to go home. You waited near the snack table to see if you could get a chance to privately talk to Jimin and catch up while the fans were being ushered outside but he never came by. So you threw away the fruit cup you had made for him and stopped hiding from your manager that was trying to send you home.

You arrived home with feet aching and head throbbing. For the beginning of that night, the walls of your dorm room kept on echoing the sound of you mindlessly consuming one apple. You consistently told yourself that it was all in your head and that Jimin was just being nice to Bong Cha for the camera. Then why would he go out of his way to go so off script? The air became so suffocating and thin that you became slightly jittery and squirmed on the sofa until you heard your phone calling for your attention in a silent room.

babymin is calling…

You wanted so desperately to just pretend that you did not hear the notification ringing through your head but you were a sucker for him. You quickly grabbed and applied lip balm and straightened out your fly aways. Your figure flew into the kitchen and you gently propped your phone on your fruit basket. You answered.

“Hey!” his room was brightly lit with murmuring in the background probably from the rest of the people in the dorm.

“Hi.” you pretended to be occupied with washing an already clean plate.

“I have something to tell you. Promise you won’t tell anyone”

“Yeah.” you stopped wiping and looked up to see that Jimin had the widest smile on his face and his cheeks were dusted over with strawberry.

“I think like Bong Cha.”

“Do Bong Cha?” Obviously. She’s breathtaking.

“Yeah!” he brought his phone along with him as he began pacing. “You gotta help me. I-I don’t know how to message her first.”

You spent the remainder of that night coaching him on how to respond to her messages. What began as his “hi” escalated to her “I’ll text you tomorrow. Goodnight ♥” Jimin ended the call that night with exhaustion in his eyes but you were restless until three.

The next morning your schedule was set to begin in the next two hours so you ate your breakfast and called your manager.

“Good morning, Ms. Ahn.”

“Good morning, did you need something?”

“Can I dye my hair?”

“Why?”

“I thought I could do something different.” you mumbled.

“You can only do natural colors. You know that.”

It was naive of you to believe that you could get away with changing your hair color entirely.

“Are highlights allowed?” you anxiously furthered.

“Natural colored highlights only. You are the nation’s little sister. Don’t forget that.” There was a momentary silence after her slight scolding and she said, “I’ll let your publicist know and if she agrees then I’ll fit it in today before your V Live and after The Return of Superman.”

“Ok. Thank you, Ms. Ahn.”

She hung up the phone on the other end and you were left alone with anxiety sitting on your bed while you were getting dressed in your room. Your phone buzz almost went unnoticed.

Ms. Ahn sent a message

Ms Ahn: Hair appointment: 18:00 to 20:00.

You: Thank you.

You fell into routine once you climbed into the van. Your day felt uneventful until you were scrolling through your phone during midnight and you got another buzz.

babymin sent a message

You couldn’t help but smile stupidly to yourself at the sight of his message. Your chest felt full and your brain feel foggy.

babymin: How was it today?🤔😄

You: VERY exhausting😴😴

You: How’s promotions?

babymin: I am near death. I fell asleep eating dinner😪

You: 🤣🤣

babymin: I saw your sponsorship with League of Legends

babymin: Interesting.

You: What’s that supposed to mean

babymin: Daggers suit you

You: Thank you!

babymin: OH

babymin: Bong Cha just texted me! What do I do?

You let out a heavy sigh because you knew how the next hour was going to be spent; you did not have the courage to tell him to text you later.

The following morning was filled with commercial shoots and plans for your promotional trip. In the very few moments you had in between traveling from building to building, you regretfully scrolled through articles with you as the topic of discussion. Ms. Ahn had warned you about scrolling through the internet but your curiosity was burning and your fingers flicked mindlessly through comments. The occasional hate comment pierced your chest but you quickly looked for a loving comment as a remedy.

This was your strategy until you stumbled upon an article titled: Is The Nation’s Little Sister Not So Little? The article was a dissection of your innocent image to your not so digestible figure and sadly you had convinced yourself that fixing this issue would be the sole solution to all your problems. So when lunch time came around and Ms. Ahn had had one of the assistance send you your lunch, you passed up and asked for a sweet potato to the delight of your publicist.

You and Jimin would have very short conversations for the next two weeks. Your messages were simplistic and rightfully scattered until your promotional season was slowing down and his was at a very short stop. The next time you facetimed him you were ten pounds lighter and his hair was one shade darker.

babymin is calling…

“Hi!” you sent him a small wave from inside your moon lit room.

“What’s u?” you spent some time talking about your future plans until he asked what you were dreading.

“Should I video chat Bong Cha tomorrow? It would be a first.”

“Hm?”

“I’m trying to take the next step with her.”

“Yeah” you deeply exhaled, “go for it.”

It was nearly unbearable to see him light up at your response but you forced out a giggle and told him you wanted to call it a night. That was the last time you physically heard from him for the next few months, and you hoped that the late night calls he use to spend with you were not with Do Bong Cha but part of you knew that that was not the truth.

The next time anything Park Jimin related was brought to your attention was when your manager had let you know of an offer purposed by BigHit entertainment with Kim Taehyung. Before their next album, there was a proposal made to promote Kim Taehyung on a web series and the company was convinced that you were the “fresh face” needed to attract the proper attention. You did not have a voice in the decision so the best thing you could do was rehearse your script and give as much of yourself as you could to “Ramen Shop”.

Filming began during the summer at the peak of the sun’s heat. On the third day of filming, against all predictions by the weatherman, it began raining. It started in specs but by short time it strayed away from a sun shower. You and Taehyung were growing comfortable in the convenience store set.

“The rain is picking up so expect this to be your last shot scene. The van will be coming in 40 minutes” Ms. Ahn made sure to straighten out the clothes that you wore and the stylist corrected all your other recurring flaws.

“Okay,” you quietly complied.

You walked back into place and were face to face with Taehyung. You both looked everywhere but at each other until the scene commenced.

“Action!”

“Will you stop following me!” your ears were hot and your anger was making your skin warm.

“I-” Taehyung stuttered and attempted to reach out his hand.

“Oh my god!” you quickly brought your hands to cover your chest and sent him a stare enough to decapitate him. “You are so shameless! You mother-”

“No, n-no, I’m-” He shot his hands back to mimic yours and covered his chest in pure confusion.

“Wait, that’s not- I-” He looked down at his chest and let his hands loose and grabbed your shoulder quickly. His hands were shaking.

“SOMEONE-”

“I’M JUST REACHING FOR RAMEN! IT’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!” he placed you aside with little no effort.

“Oh,” your ears grew much hotter but for a different reason. You frantically averted your eyes to greatly analyze the crooked Pockys on the shelf. “If you need to purchase it. I’ll be in check out.” you murmured and walked passed him.

“Cut!”

Before Taehyung could walked back to talk about the next day’s scene his manager had whisked him away faster than you could notice. So you just sat down near the food section waiting for you to be given further instructions.

“Hey.” you looked up and saw Jimin standing over you with an endearing smile that reached both of his lovely eyes.

“Oh-” you scrambled to stand up from your chair. “ W-what? are you- how did you get here?” you nervously laughed.

“Namjoon and I came with our van to pick Taehyung up.” Somehow Jimin looked older as he spoke. His face was becoming more sharp but is skin remained soft and plump. Don’t look at his lips, idiot!

“That’s nice.” you smiled while trying to watch the tips of your white shoes join together.

“You look different. Did you get taller?”

“What?” you laughed, “no.”

“Hm. I must be imagining things.” he replied and he shrugged the thought off. You wished he had noticed your hair.

There was a very unsettling silence that was growing in between you and him and it would have grown longer if Taehyung had not come back.

“Hey.” he smiled, “I uh got you this from the snack table” he placed a fresh peach in your right hand and closed it. His hands were cold but you were not bothered by it. His palm was smooth against your knuckles and for just a moment, nearly nonexistent, you had forgotten about Jimin and focused on Taehyung’s brown hair gently brushing passing by his eyelids and lashes.

“Thank you.” you said.

“See you tomorrow.” He disappeared along with Jimin.

By tomorrow, you were holding a mop while Taehyung was in the makeshift bathroom set.

“You look so graceful with that mop.” you jumped when you did not see that he had walked back into the camera shot.

“You’re so jumpy.” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry.” you nervously laughed.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m sure if I was focused on maintaining the balance of a wet mop, I wouldn’t noticed an annoying boy trying to get my attention.”

“You’re not annoying.”

“That’s good to know.” his lips gently curled to his dusty red cheeks. His eyes are so bright.

You both quietly looked into each other’s eyes until you are both startled by someone yelling.

“Places!” Taehyung scrambled back into the bathroom and you continued mopping.

“Action!”

You peaceful mopped in front of the men’s bathroom door until Taehyung came bursting through the doors. Your feet lost friction and you felt weightless until your back met the floor. That was on script but spraining your knee wasn’t.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?”

“Cut!”

“Nice.” Taehyung was smiling until he noticed that you did not manage to break character. “Hey, are you okay?” his hands reached for your knee and you groaned quietly.

“You should-” he tried.

“No, I’m fine.” you pulled your leg softly out of his grasp and your eyes met. Taehyung felt a bubble in his chest and you could feel your neck growing warm.

“Okay,” his acquiesce was so apparent but you tried to ignore it by focusing on the next scene.

You thought you could ignore your sprain but by the end of the day it was noticeably red and swollen. Thankfully, you were wearing long jeans and by the time it was visibly concerning filming was done.

“Hey, can I talk to you.” Taehyung’s figure was much closer than you were use to but you almost didn’t notice by the way he radiated the scent of peaches.

“Sure.” you agreed as he lead you into his dressing room.

“Where is everyone?” you asked as your eyes glazed across his neat set up.

He playful brought a finger to his lips in a hush. “I told them I wanted 15 minutes to change.” You replied with a nod and noticed the boxed bandage.

He saw your eyes wander and was quick to dismiss your worries, “Don’t worry.” he said as he guided you to a chair. “I know that you don’t want them to know you hurt yourself but it’s going to get worse if you don’t do a compression wrap.” He said all of this as you watch him get down on one knee and have his fingers unravel the bandage with no effort.

“May I?”

“Yeah.” you quietly said. Taehyung made sure that his hands slowly rolled up your straight pants in fear of coming in contact with your warm skin. He cleared his throat to alleviate the silence in the room and went to work on wrapping up your knee. You don’t remember much but by the time he was done it felt like a second in your life.

“Nabi.”

“Hm?” you didn’t noticed that he made a butterfly to secure a part of the wrap.

“I want to get to know you better. Is that weird?”

“U-uh, no.”

He brought his head up and looked directly into you, “until you get this off, I’ll call you Nabi, butterfly.”

“Okay.” your heart rate was out of control.

“Feel free to call me Tae.”

You paused and collected your feelings for a moment, “Thank you, Tae.”

After a couple weeks of filming, both your managers and the producers of Ramen Shop agreed that you and Taehyung were ready to conduct a V Live together to talk about the progression of the show. One of the executives suggested that you both could use their conference room which was in the main headquarters down the street from where you all were filming. So there you were, Taehyung on your left, a camera in front of you two, and two production assistants hooking up microphones to both your shirts.

“Are you nervous?” Taehyung asked, turning to face you.

“Of course not,” You declared, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile.

Liar. Of course you were nervous. This is your first promotional live broadcasting especially with someone as influential as Kim Taehyung and you did not want to be dragged into a scandal so quickly.

“We’re going to do amazing.” Taehyung sent you his boxy smile and nodded, turning your attention to the camera in front of you.

“Alright!” You heard the assistant director yell to your right. “Are you both ready?” Taehyung and you nodded in unison and the director pointed at the cameraman to tell him to start filming.

“Hello everyone!” Taehyung waved both his hands when the cameraman signaled to us that the camera was rolling. Immediately, the views increased and there was sudden influx of comments, majority of them greeting Taehyung and talking about his looks. “How are you all doing today? I hope you guys are happy and healthy.”

During the stream, you had not said much because Taehyung had seemed so excited to talk about everything and you were very uncomfortable with something so foreign to you. You would give your input here and there and would smile as much as you could. When the director gave you both a signal saying to wrap it up, you decided that you should at least say something more before you go.

“Taehyung and I both hope you all will enjoy our drama as we keep releasing the episodes. We can’t wait for the next episodes to come out.” Once you had spoken up all the attention was on you. There was a combination of positive input and an abundance of vibrant emoticons. Furthermore, others decided to remind you that today was a very special day.

“Everyone seems to remember your birthday.” Taehyung said, “Again, Happy birthday.”

“Thank you Taehyung. Thank you everyone.” You smiled.

As you glazed through the comments, Taehyung noticed the signal given to you by the managers. “I’m sorry everyone but we have to go. We want to get a little more filming in before we all have to go.” You waved and Taehyung waved along with you.

“Bye everyone! We love you!” Taehyung did a big heart while you continued to wave which caused you to laugh.

“And…that’s a wrap for V Live. How about an hour break?” The crew had agreed along with you.

You got up from your seat and walked over to your manager to help pack most of your things you needed for filming when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and met Taehyung’s eyes..

“What’s up?”

He cleared his throat, “Since we’re on break, would you mind getting some food with me? Preferably at that convenience store we filmed at because it’s cheap, private, and think of it as a birthday present.” You pondered for a second before turning back around to look at Ms. Ahn as if to ask for permission. She gave you a quick nod and you turned back around and gave Taehyung a thumbs up.

“Perfect, I’m starving,”

“Didn’t you eat anything for breakfast?” You asked as you were almost to the convenience store.

“Fast metabolism I suppose.” he replied. You tried to match up your pace with his.

“You’re such a big baby.”

“Wow,” he placed his hand on his chest “how hurtful.” You rolled your eyes but still smiled. You both walked into the convenience store not that long after and Taehyung made a beeline for the ramen while you took a seat by the counter in front of glass at the front of store. Taehyung eventually came back with two bowls of premade ramen and handed one of them to you with a set of chopsticks. He began the minute he sat down, consumed every last bit of it while you, on the other hand, took a few scattered bites.

“Are you not hungry?” He asked after he finished his bowl but you had barely placed a dent in yours. You pressed your lips together and shook your head.

“Do you want something else?” You shook your head again and Taehyung pouted. “Well, now I feel bad.” You turned to face him and gave him a confused look. He met your gaze and gave you a sad smile. “I didn’t even consider whether or not you even liked ramen, I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to feel bad. I like ramen, I’m just not hungry at the moment.” You gave him a sheepish smile but he continued to stare almost as if he was analyzing you.

“I’m still having fun.” you reassured

“You know,” he turned back to face the front of the store. “I’ve noticed that you don’t eat a lot on set.” You froze when he said that. Did he notice? The noodle in your stomach felt a lot heavier than you remembered.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone else really noticed or they probably don’t care but…” He, again, turned back to look at you.

“Nabi, You need to eat.”

“I’m full. I swear.” his eyebrows were distressed and he stopped chewing for a little.

“How about this, “ he turned away from you “ I won’t even look at you eating. We can eat facing away from each other.” He turned back around and grabbed your hand and put down all your fingers except for your pinky while he held up his pinky. “I promise to, okay?” He locked his pinky with yours and looked into your eyes with his hope filled ones. You hesitated and you could tell he was starting to lose hope.

“You know, it’s fi-”

“Promise?”

“I swear.” he said, he locked your pinky with his and perked up.

“You know what? Just to make sure you at least eat breakfast. I’ll send you you a message every morning as a reminder. How’s that sound ” That caused you to laugh.

“How are you going to do that if you don’t have my number?”

“I have my resources.”

“You mean Jimin?”

You looked down at your phone and noticed that you had to be back on set in about twenty minutes. “I think we should start heading back.” Taehyung nodded and you both cleared the area and were about to leave when he said he had something to buy first. You waited by the front door for about a minute or two until Taehyung returned with two very small packs of Skittles in hand.

“Happy Birthday, Nabi.” You said a quick thank you. The skittles felt heavy in our hand but you refused to let them intimidate you.

It was the last filming day and sweat was coating your hands because you knew that you would have to kiss Taehyung that day. It had been set in front of your character’s home in the broad daylight. Many people around you were straighten your clothes, correcting you makeup, and brushing your stray hairs but you had tunnel vision. All you could see was a foundation brush sweeping across his glistening pores and his supple lips being moisturized by his stylist. Your daze was interrupted by the next announcement.

“Places… action!”

Taehyung’s footsteps echo through your body and you felt the warmth from his body radiating into your skin. Taehyung sweeped his left arm around your waist and you felt his cold hand on your back; there was a chill that breezed through your spine. His right hand fingers danced down your arm to your forearm giving you goosebumps. You felt cold wrap around your fingers. You closed your eyes and were surrounded by the smell of peaches until you felt something warm meet your lips. They heat spread from your lips, to the back of your neck. It travel to your hands and all the way to your beating heart.

“Cut!” That was just how it ended. The kiss was replaced with applause. Unfortunately, the drama had come to an end.

After, you and Taehyung had been separated at the scene to go return to your managers and help them pack everything up. You were helping with putting some the equipment away when you felt two hands grab you by your shoulders and shake you back and forth.

“Guess who.” You heard Taehyung say.

“Don’t you have to help pack up?” You asked, turning around and raising my eyebrow.

“You’re no fun.” Taehyung pouted before smiling. His smile. You turned back around to finished packing the last of your items when Taehyung came up next to you and helped you pack.

“I know you want say something.” you said after a couple minutes of silence. You saw him smile out of the corner of your eye and you put down the brushes you were holding to give your attention to to him.

“I think we should still keep in contact even though filming is over.” You gave him a confused look.

“I thought that was the plan all along. I mean, aren’t you messaging me in the mornings?” He pondered what you rebutted with for a moment.

“Of course but,” He paused for a moment and met with your eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

“Tae-”

“Don’t think of anything…don’t say anything…not even a word” he grabbed your hand and patted them in between his, “just give me a smile”

Three months after your drama ended, your found yourself in a cold, dome covered stadium surrounded by idols and audience, ranging from musicians to actors and actresses. Unremarkably, you were placed between two unfamiliar actress which forced you to try to focus. In the beginning of award ceremony you were heavily distracted by your anxiety that by the first performance you wanted to go home and just ask Taehyung for the winners in the film category. Internally, you felt that Ramen Shop was a worthy enough to win best internet series considering that it grew out of all of its expectation and cemented itself in Korean trending topics for about two months. But that one drama with Jong Suk was more critically acclaimed.

You fell in and out of focus until your ears had picked up mention of Bangtan Sonyeondan. They were naming the nominees for Disc Bonsang to which you noticed that The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt.1 had been called. You could see Jimin falling into his leg shaking habit from where you were sitting and Taehyung nervously saying his prayers and you wanted to be there in that moment with him but you were stuck on what felt like the other side of the world hoping for the best for the entire group. You did not remember hearing their names but there was a sudden break in your inner silence as they slowly rose in shock. They won. Oh my God they won. Your hands were clapping before you had even let it come to thought.

After about three more awards were given (you were not sure since you fell back into the habit of clocking in and out), the stage lit up after the commercial break. The crystal like lights were bouncing off the stage and into your eyes. The sweet cry of a piano danced throughout the ceremony and you saw Bangtan rise with a heavenly presence. You only knew from the murmurs of social media that this song was to be from The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 2. This was to be a new experience for you since your business never left you a chance to listen to the album in full. You were entranced by how simplistic Jungkook uttered the first couple words and lulled you into a tranquil state.Words that had seemed so familiar to you.

Don’t think of anything

Don’t say anything, not even a word

Just give me a smile

Those words.You felt your entire being come in and out of you as a warm feeling washed over you and gave each hair on your neck stand in attention. Where have I heard them before? You pondered for a minute while listening to the song when it came. Taehyung’s last words to me. You could feel your heart rate start to increase as you listened to the rest of the song and your eyes widened a bit as you listening to Taehyung sing the chorus.

Butterfly like a butterfly

Just like a Butterfly bu butterfly

You felt your throat go dry as you heard the lyrics. Nabi? You listened to rest of the song, overanalyzing every lyric until it was over. Just as gracefully as it started, the song ended. You watched as the boys thanked everyone and walked off stage and you badly wanted to go backstage and get all your questions answered but you had to wait. For awhile you relived the entire song again until you suddenly felt the girl next you congratulating you. You were in complete confusion until you saw your name on the screen. You snapped out of your thoughts and realized you had won something.

You won.

You jumped up gaining control of every part of your body back and spent the next few seconds praying not to stumble while walking up to be rewarded. Once there, you bowed and felt the cold material touch your skin. Rising Star. You looked out into the field of people and scanned faces until you made eye contact with one of the few people who cheered you on. Taehyung, thank you. You sent him a nod that would only be recognized by him and clutching the award tightly and looking back into the crowd. The lightsticks looked like stars dancing at your celebration.

“I-I.” Your words were stuck in your chest and the tears in the back of your eyes fell down your cheeks and landed cold onto your fingernails.

“Thank you. T-thank you so much. Thank you to my family. Thank you to Jellyfish Entertainment. Thank you to my stylists and assistance and everyone who has watched over me. Ms. Ahn, thank you…” you looked back down at the award. Maybe if I hold it tighter, it won’t disappear.

“I genuinely do not feel worthy enough for this but since I am here I can only set an example and to place every bit of myself into everything I do as a thank you for choosing me. This is for everyone, especially my fans, who always considered themselves second best. You are worth it and you will never go unnoticed. Keep striving. Thank you.”

Once you had found yourself backstage shaking, you were flooded with congratulations by everyone you knew. After all the praises came, you heard someone call your name and you turned around to see Jimin.

“Yes?” he looked so beautiful that it hurt to look. His eyeshadow pulled galaxies into his eyes and you felt like you were sucked in. The backstage lights were hugging the highest points of the skin on his face. His beauty had married with his expensive clothing so easily.

“I-I. Here” he lead you into a room label “Bangtan Sonyeondan” but no was in it. It had be minutes since their last performance so everyone was sitting.

“Congratulations.” his voice was clearer in the quiet room that you remembered why you had once worshiped it so willingly.

“Thank you.” your bodies were separated by a whisper that you had to step back slightly.

“Um…You know I kinda miss talking to you.”

“Uh, yeah. Me too.” you looked down at your fingernails hoping not to lose focus.

“I kinda hope that after this crazy comeback we can video call like we used to.” he tried to meet your constantly shifting gaze.

“I would love that.” For once in recent memory, you had perked up to Jimin’s offer. Unsurprisingly, there was a tense silence; it was unbearable after a minute in.

“You know what, I’m just gonna come right out and say it.” Jimin blurted out. Your interest was peaked and it was obvious by your cocked brow.

“I think I love you.”

Your world stopped. I think I love you. You felt every bit of your soul leave your body as you watched your on face lose expression. I think I love you. Your ears began to ring and the sweet taste that was once in your mouth become bitter. I think I love you. A wave of old emotions began to bubble up and wanted to burst over. I think I love you. You were in absolute fear of opening up the floodgates.

“I-I know this maybe a surprise but ever since I saw you in the convenience store something j-just.” Jimin looked like he was frantically talking to his hands. “I keep thinking about you all the time and I wanted to reach out but then I got very nervous.”

“Oh,” is all you said

“Oh… is ‘oh’ good?” his head popped up and meant your eyes searching for a sign from the heavens.

“What do you mean by good?” you were now curious

“Would ‘oh’ mean” he paused to take a breathe “would it mean that you want to give it a try.” he pressed.

“No.” you used every bit of confidence and conviction that you could to declare that word.

“I-I. You don’t have to worry about our friendship if that’s what your scared of ruining it. I’m willing to like past that and-” Jimin was back to looking at his hands again.

you began to ask in a questioning tone. “Your willing to look-”

“No that’s not- I just thought since we’re friends maybe you would be more inclined to give me a chance.” his voice was sounding more strained and less confident by the seconds.

“That’s exactly why we can’t do this” you murmured. Your fingers began playing with your dress.

He finally looked back up and laughed with clear fear in his voice, “what do you mean?”

“What do I mean. Jimin, I spent an equal amount of time in our friendship helping you with other girls.” you said.

“I’m not talking Bong Cha anymore.” he quickly countered

“Anymore?” your face read a clearly baffled expression “There it is, Jimin. I-I can’t.” you whispered the last part with so little confidence.

“What does she have to do with this?” his eyebrows met in the center of his perfect face.

“You literally forgot about me for three months. I haven’t talked to you in person for three months!”

“So we can-” He tried to reach for your busy hands but you retreated “rekindle.”

“No. not like this.” you shook your head in fear. No, no. Please I don’t want this anymore.

“Why are so hesitant to-”

“Because I’m afraid!” you shouted completely losing every bit of peace you had created. Jimin looked at you hesitantly without a word.

“I’m afraid.” you looked down at your shoes. “For ten years of my life I followed you like a dog. My dreams took a back seat in this,” you gestured everywhere “ride. All because I loved you.”

“You loved me?” his eye squinted in utter disbelief.

“You’ve got to be sh- Yes!” you said looking at his eyebrows. You refused to look at his eyes for fear of taking back everything you were and were going to say. “I did everything for you because you” you directly brought your fingers to his chest “were holding my heart hostage.”

“I’m sor-”

“A-and I bent over backwards for you.” you felt many cold beads grazing over your cheeks and down your neck. “Jimin I dyed my hair for you. I lost weight for you. I stayed behind many times waiting for you. I stayed up late for you. And you still never really noticed me.”

You couldn’t see him anymore. He looked like crystals now that you were blinded by your tears.

“I-I nearly bled and starved to death to be your ideal girlfriend” you heaved “or for you at least to spare me a glance.”

“I am so sorry. I didn’t see that you were in so much pain. If only I had-”

“If only. If only Jimin. If only would have saved me so much regret and pain. I’m still picking up the fragments from the days where I would spend every waking moment of my life figuring out how to be pretty, popular, and more vibrant for you.” You were shaking and the the floor felt like is was tilting under you. You knew if you did not ground your feet, you would have slipped on the tears that had hit the groun.”I wanted to please you… to get your heart in return for the one that you recklessly stole. I went three weeks without eating nothing but god damn sweet potatoes!”

“I almost didn’t eat on my birthday. You never called me once, and i almost spent it alone and exhausted.”

“Please, relax. You’re having a panic attack.” Jimin reached out his hand for you to take.

“Jimin do not come near me.” you stepped back and lost all balance. You lost track of where Jimin went until you felt him catch you.

“If it weren’t for Taehyung I think I honestly would have lost my mind trying to keep up with you.” you whispered.

“Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you so much. I can be so- dammit.” You rose from Jimin’s grasp trying to see with tears all over your arms and face.

The dressing room door slightly creaked open and the headache you received from all the crying you had done had made it unbearable, but you had still kept your attention on him.

“ I-I. I can’t.” you felt two cold smooth hands shape over your shoulders.

“Nabi, please” your shoulder were slightly squeezed “breathe. It’s okay.” Tae.

“Taehyung?” Jimin face brought confusion as he saw the slightly intimate contact his brother was showing to you.

Taehyung brought his lips to your ears and his voice nearly lulled you into a dream when he spoke. “We should be going to our spots because people are getting suspicious. Forget about this moment just for the night. I trust that you will be strong enough to ignore it just for tonight. If for you, for me.” he looked to Jimin when he said “Please, he meant well.”

“Okay.” you murmured fell out of your daze and as you left the room and walked back to your seat while not looking back. You tied not to rethink of everything that had happened.

Taehyung was right to be concerned. The Internet Drama Award was set to be announced shortly after you sat down and before Drama of the Year. You watched the nominees be rightfully recited and when you heard Ramen Shop you felt as though you were floating. How can this be real?

You watched as the director, the very small cast, along with Taehyung assemble onto the stage with you. The director had given his words along with a few others. When it came time for Taehyung to speak he spoke as if he were singing, “I found the drama as an amazing experience. Again, thank director and staff. I would like to recognized ARMY for continuing to support my other activities and thank you to not just the cast but especially my co-star” he tried not to look to foundly at you “for bringing a light atmosphere to the drama. Thank you.” You felt nearly starstruck and almost forgot how to speak once it was your turn.

“Wow,” you looked as all the star like lightsticks in the audience violently shook in excitement. “Thank you for appreciating what we had to present. Our staff was instrumental in this beauty and Kim Taehyung along with the rest of the cast brought not just me great joy but you all brought me happiness as well. Thank you.”

The next morning you had slept so peacefully you had almost forgotten what Taehyung had said to you the night before.

“I know that someone else had tried this previously but I would be beyond happy if you were to give me a try.” Taehyung rubbed your warm palms.

You looked at how close he had gotten so quickly. His scent was enveloping all of your surroundings and it smelled like ripe peaches yet again. You hopped to place your lips on his warm and full cheeks

“Thank you.”

You and left the equipment with the cwidest smile closet before anyone could notice.

You smiled to yourself stupidly. You had almost forgotten the other aspect of the night until a message got your attention

babyjimin sent a message

babyjimin: can we talk?

You: sure.

bbjm is calling…

You wanted so much not to answer. Deja vu?

“Hi”

“Hi.” you replied dryly

“I- I just want- I’m sorry.” he started “I’m sorry for never being there. I’m sorry for shoving my relationship problems down your throat. I’m sorry we don’t talk anymore. I’m sorry for falling in love with you.”

“Min,” you released a heavy sigh “there is so much I want say. I- Don’t be sorry for falling in love. I could never be mad at you for that but I was so severely disappointed that I some point I only became your means of talking to Do Bong Cha. What you did wasn’t the worst thing in the world but being with you intimately is not the best thing for me. I damaged myself way too much for you which is not entirely your fault,”

“I understand. I’m too damaging right now” he nodded.

“I feel like” you wanted to say this as carefully as you could “like Taehyung is healthier for me.” you could hear his breath hitch even if he tried to mask it.

“Jimin, there is no way I am permanently mad I you, but I just want to be what we were before…friends. I tore myself in half to get your attention and that isn’t good for you and it’s not good for me…” you looked down at your clenched nails once again “ I guess what I’m trying to say is, I forgive you and let’s be friends” you laughed nervously.

Jimin smiles weakly, “Sure… Let’s start over. Hi! My name is Park Jimin and I want to be a star.”

Epilogue

“You better give me my fifty bucks” he laughed and hung up when he was done. Jimin ended the called and was ready to let his mattress swallow him whole. His eyes faced the ceiling as his mind regurgitated what had happen.

If the love sick boy was not so focused on reminiscing, he may have heard Taehyung happily strumming Butterfly on his guitar in the other room.

As Jimin remembered your face he walked over to his piano. His fingers gently placed over the keys, still unsure of whether to press down or not. It hurts, he thought. So, he did the only thing that he knew how, he wrote a song.

Give me your hand

Save me save me

I need your love before

I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

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BTS Reactions To You Never Having Your First Kiss

A/N: All I have to say is that I, the author, have never had my first kiss and I’m only 19. Which is totally fine... *ahem* Anyways, I hope y’all like and enjoy this!

[Masterlist]

Seokjin (Jin)

You decided to call Jin over to have a movie night cause you were bored. As you were getting the popcorn situated, there was a knock at the door. You pressed the popcorn button on the microwave and went to open the door.

“I have arrived!” Jin announced as he spun into the room. You laughed, closed the door, and locked it.

“You can pick out the movie, I’ll go get the popcorn out.” You explained as you heard the microwave go off. You poured the popcorn in a bowl and returned to the living room. You positioned yourself on the couch next to Jin and looked to see what movie he put it. It was some sort of romcom. You shrugged your shoulders and placed the popcorn between the both of you. It was the point in the movie when the main characters were going in for a kiss, that you cringed a little.

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Nothing, I just find the kissing weird.”

“What? How so?”

“Ehhh....It totally doesn’t have to deal with the fact that I never had my first kiss or anything, but that is just stupid so lets just return to watching the movie.” You quickly rambled out. It was almost too fast for Jin, but he understood what you said. He smiled at your flustered appearance and decided not to question you. After all, he may or may not be planning to steal that said “first kiss” from you.

Yoongi (Suga)

“Hey Y/N, have you had your first kiss?” Yoongi asked you out of no where. You invited yourself over to his studio and decided to read a book. You wanted to go hang out with him, but he was busy so you just stuck around. You put your bookmark in your book and slowly closed it.

“Pfft, of course I have. Why are you randomly asking me this?” You answered trying to put on a confident look. But you guess it didn’t work because he smirked at you.

“I can tell you haven’t” He teased.

“And? So what if I didn’t have my first kiss yet?” You huffed while folding your arms across your chest.

“I’m just teasing you. Besides, I find it cute that you haven’t kissed anyone yet” He mumbled the last sentence, but you heard it and laughed.

Hoseok (J-hope)

“Y/N!” You turned around to see Hobi running up you. He grabbed onto your hands and looked close at your face, “You never told me that you haven’t had your first kiss yet!”

“W-what? Who told you that?” You stuttered out and pulled yourself from his grip.

“Oh! Jimin told me!”

“I swear, I’m gonna kill that boy...”

“You don’t have to do that. I find it absolutely adorable and I know a way to fix it!” Hobi grinned as you gave him a look of confusion.

“Fix what? My urge to kill Jimin?”

“Nope! I can totally change your first kiss issue” It was from that moment that you suddenly realized what he had meant. Your face grew flushed and you looked torwards the ground.

Namjoon (RM)

You were reading some novel that you found on Namjoon’s bookshelf and you were actually starting to like it. You were up to the point where the characters started to kiss, that your face started to frown.

“Hey, are you okay Y/N?” The book flew from your hand and onto the ground as you were in shock. You turned around and saw Namjoon laughing at the door frame.

“OMG Namjoon you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You held your hand over your heart while catching your breath.

“Sorry, I was going to say something when your face suddenly changed and got a bit concerned.” Namjoon stopped laughing while wiping a tear away from his eye.

“Oh... It was just something silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I was just reading when the characters kissed and wondered what it would be like.” You shrugged your shoulders and picking up the book from the ground.

“Wait, you never had your first kiss?”

“Yeah, Is that bad?”

“No, but I know someone who would be that first kiss” He winked at you and you grew flustered.

Jimin

“Jimin can you please just stop” You complained while rubbing your temples. You had just told him that you never had your first kiss yet and he wouldn’t stop teasing you about it. He proceeded to tell the rest of the group, but they left you alone after a while. But not Jimin, oh no, he wanted to have more fun teasing you.

“O-oh, I’m sorry,” He finally took the hint that you were getting frustrated, “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“It’s fine, I just hate the idea that not having your first kiss is a bad thing.” You sighed.

“I guess its not,” he agreed with you, “but if you ever want to get rid of it, you know who to call.” He sent you a wink.

“Jimin!” You blushed while hitting his shoulder.

Taehyung (V)

You were going to dog sit Yeontan for Taehyung. You were laying on the floor scrolling through Twitter on your phone. You could have laid on the couch but you were too lazy to get up. It was almost time for Tae and Tannie to be here. You heard a knock on your door and hollered that it was open.

“Y/N? Why are you on the floor?” Tae asked and I tilted my head back to see him. Then a set of paws came running into the room and blocked my view of Tae. I was suddenly covered in kisses from a ball of fluff.

“Tannie! You stole my first kiss!” You laughed while sitting up and pulling Tannie into your lap.

“Whaaaat? Y/N, you never had your first kiss yet?” Tae shut the door and sat down across from you.

“Nope! And Tannie here just took it.”

“But that doesn’t count!” Tae pouted and you giggled.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to be your first kiss” he mumbled. You blushed and pulled Tannie up to cover your face.

“I mean... I kinda wanted to kiss you too...” You muffled between Tannies fur. Tae was the one to blush now. You both just sat there in silence staring at each other.

Jungkook

You were hanging out with a group of friends at a party. Then someone announced that they will be playing some games. You didn’t want to join and excused yourself to the backyard. It was there that you spotted Jungkook chilling on one of the benches. He was in your Art Class and you guys frequently chatted.

“Hey Jungkook” you waved and sat down next to him. He looked over and smiled.

“Hey Y/N, I thought you’d be inside playing the games?”

“Nah, I’d rather not spend my first kiss on some stupid game like spin the bottle or something” You explained with a shrug.

“Oh, I thought you already had your first kiss. I mean, someone like you should have... I mean,” He started to get flustered with his words, but you cut him off with a laugh, “sorry.”

“No no, its okay” you chuckled and placed your hands down on the bench, but accidentally laying it on his. Your face flushed at the contact and went to move your hand away. You felt something grab your hand stopping you and realized that it was Jungkooks hand.

“I... uhm... kinda like you. I mean, we obviously don’t have to kiss right now. Maybe I should have just asked you out. Yeah, would you want to go out sometime?” he mumbled out and you hushed him with your finger.

“I would like that, thanks.”

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qtmins · 6 years ago

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It’s done pt. 6

a/n: oof, man this angst right here

I’m done masterlist

pt. 5 < pt. 7

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restissilence · 6 years ago

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READ BTS SMUT: WILD WEST

Please support us bc we always write in school when we should be paying attention in class lmao

https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1376152/airplane-pt-3-drama-murder--western-yoongi-jimin-brothel-bts-jungkook-taehyung-namjoon-jikook-hoseok-seokjin-namjin--cowboys-sope

So me and my dear friend @randommultifangirl5 are writing a BTS fanfiction that takes place in the WILD WEST! It’s most about Jikook and Namjin

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butterflysuki77 · 7 years ago

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Day by Day - Day 1 - BTS AU

This is an improv writing exercise I began on Twitter and the story is turning out too good not to share with my followers on here or AO3, so I’ll be posting it here.

*****NOTE***** The chapters are the days I wrote it. Day 1 refers to the first day I began writing this story, off the top of my head, including polls. It does NOT refer to the actual days or time line of the story

Member: TaeHyung - all members involved.

Pairing: Don’t know, but probably not romantic.

Genre: Unknown at first, has turned into somewhat mystery/angst

Day 1 : Day 2 : Day 3 : Day 4 :

Polls involved. If you want to read or participated, check it out HERE.

Day 1

Taehyung was so bored he couldn't see straight. He tried to read the new book NamJoon had given him but it was sooooo booooring! He paced around his room for a bit when suddenly…

...when suddenly, his phone rang. Tae wasn't expecting any calls... Everyone was supposed to be busy... which is why he was bored and alone in the first place. He reached for his phone, smiling at the name written there.

Tae looked down at his phone and smile. Of COURSE Jimin would call him. He answered, but before he could say anything, his friend spoke first.

"Taehyung-ah! What are you doing?" Tae smiled and flopped down on his bed. "Not much Jimin-ie..." "You're bored, aren't you?"

Tae laughed. "VERY bored... are you having fun in Japan?" "You have no idea! It's amazing here... I can't believe you didn't come with us..." Tae winced. He hadn't had enough money to go with Jimin and Yoongi to Japan, but he was glad they'd at least asked him. It wasn't like they could pay for him too... but now he was all alone and bored. When he didn't answer, Jimin spoke again. "You should go out... do something. Get out of the house!" "I don't know... I'm tired..." he said, not even sure what to do. "Go..." Jimin pushed. "Go, and take a picture and send it to me! I wanna know that you're at least doing something other than stuck at home reading boring philosophy books..." "Fine... I'll get out..." Tae said. They said goodbye and Tae sat on his bed, wondering what in the world he was going to do.

There wasn't much going on, and he didn't have a lot of cash, so Tae decided to just go to his favorite cafe down the street. He grabbed his phone and book, and walked the block it took to get there.

Coffee shops were easy to get lost in. TaeHyung got a message from Jimin asking if he'd left yet. So Tae sent him a photo showing he wasn't at home. Not long after, the phone rang.

"What Chim?" "I thought I told you to get out!? You literally went a BLOCK AWAY." "So? It's comfortable here! And I wanted a scone. You know they have the best scones here..." Tae argued. ".....you're right, they do... but still Tae..." "Still what?"

"Yoongi and I are like, you're only friends!" "What about NamJoon?! He's my friend... he even lent me this book...." "What book is it..." Jimin asked in a deadpan voice. Tae didn't wanna say, but he read the title anyway. "The Essential Epicurus..." Tae said finally. Silence. He sighed. "Friends don't make friends read philosophy books Tae!" Jimin said. "He wants me to expand my mind!" "I get that... but Tae... he moved away a year ago... Without me and Yoongi you're alone." "I'm fine alone..." he said softly.

"You're not... but we love you, you know that..."

"I know... and really... I am. I'm just gonna eat my scone, drink my vanilla frappe and maybe go for a walk or something." "Ok, but be safe. We get back next week. Have fun. Have an adventure." "Sure... bye!" Tae hung up and felt even more melancholy than before.

He almost didn't even taste his scone as he ate it... and all he did was stare blankly out the window. Jimin and Yoongi were friends... they cared about him... but even when he was with them, Tae felt... alone sometimes. Where the hell was this mood coming from!?

He picked up his frappe, sipping from the straw as he threw his trash in the bin. As he stepped through the door…

...a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back into the cafe.

"Hey... are you Kim TaeHyung?" the man asked... Tae had never seen him before, and he was confused... "Um.... yes?" he answered suspiciously. "I thought so..." the man said, face breaking into a cynical smile.

Suddenly, without a word, the guy's fist slammed into TaeHyung's face. Tae fell against a table, catching himself from falling. He dropped his book and he tasted blood in his mouth. He looked up at the guy, his eyes dark. "What the hell?" he asked in a low menacing voice.

"Don't act like you didn't deserve it..." the guy said. "I don't even know you..." Tae said, reaching for his book. The guy kicked the book just as Tae was about to lay a hand on it. At that Tae stood straight up, looking down on the slightly shorter man.

"But I know you.... I know all about you...." he said. "Obviously not, if you're punching me without reason..." Tae said. "Without reason..." the guy laughed. They were in each other's faces now, when the barista came from behind the counter. "Take it outside guys... now."

The man raised his hands in a surrendering/non threatening pose. Tae stood still. "I'm leaving... but I just wanted to let this guy know how much a bastard he is..." "What the hell! I don't even know you or what the hell you're talking about!" Tae yelled.

The guy smiled... "You really are a piece of work, Kim." He turned to leave, but Tae grabbed his shoulder. The guy turned around so fast and shoved Tae off of him. He almost lost his balance, but he fell against the barista. "Whatever... just... stay away from Jungkook..."

"Who the hell is JungKook!?" Tae asked. The guy shook his head in anger, like he wanted to hit him again, but the barista came between them and pointed to the door. "You. Out. NOW." he ordered. "I'm gone... watch yourself Kim..." "At least tell me who you are..." Tae argued. The guy standing in the door almost laughed. He looked so angry, like he was holding back.

"You wanna know who I am? I'm Jung HoSoek... and you can go to hell, bastard." With that the guy in the leather jacket & ripped jeans practically kicked the cafe door open and walked off quickly. The other patrons of the cafe were eyeing Tae warily, as if he'd done something wrong. The barista stared at him, and Tae realized he was also supposed to vacate the cafe. "Oh... sorry..." he said, wiping his lip and realizing it was bleeding. He turned around and bent over to get his book, before bowing in apology. He opened the door and stepped outside into the cool evening air. He felt like crying. But more than that, he felt like shouting. Who the hell were Jung HoSeok and this JungKook guy?! How did they know him and what in the world did they think he'd done!? He began walking idly down the street, unaware of his destination. He didn't want to go home... he felt anxious and frustrated, so he couldn't go home. He'd just wallow in self pity and eat all the junk food he had... and that had to last until Jimin got back. Clutching his book to his chest, he sat down on a bench on the edge of the park. The fall wind scattering leaves everywhere, and Tae felt chilled. He didn't know whether or not he should tell Jimin what happened... He didn't want to ruin Jimin's trip with Yoongi, but getting attacked at the cafe was kind of a big deal. Maybe Jimin knew who they were?

He looked around, wondering what he should do now... He didn't usually drink alone, as he was a bit of a lightweight... but he really didn't want to be sober right now.

End Day 1

Again, Day 1 refers to the day I wrote it, not to the timeline of the story. I’ll post Day 2 tomorrow, but as I said, if you want to participate in the polls or read the Twitter Thread, Check it out HERE. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

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eris0330 · 7 years ago

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Heya Marshmallows/Dearest readers/Lovely Followers!

Will you help me decide what series that I should start working on next, pretty please? ;-; 💕🍑

I thought I would love to know what you guys wanted to see the most, so hey, this is fair and square! I set up six different series titles, that have a short description what the series is going to be about (I have the plot/story line ready in my notebook, so all I need is for the magic to happen~). But which one would you be more hooked to see first? Let me know!!

>>>You can vote right here!!! <<<

(Voting ends on March 12th 16:00 CET)

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fairiehobs · 3 years ago

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kiss list! somewhere.

authors note. hey hey, i literally love this series so much i have so much INSPOOOO it’s crazy!! so mayhaps y’all will stay getting daily updates until i am run down LMFAOO. pls reblog when u can so it can get a bit more recognition, thank you for reading byeeeee

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hoesleut-blog · 8 years ago

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Imagine...

Transfer student AU where you’re from an english speaking country and do a foreign exchange student program in South Korea for a year. Your best friends consist of:

Taehyung

The first person who actually talked to you. As soon as you walked into English class on the first day, he moved his things so that you can sit next to him and watch him make fun of the teacher when he turns around (he was always the class clown getting himself into trouble for blowing spitballs at other students and passing notes to you when he was sitting right next to you.) And he’s mostly known to ask you for the homework because he doesn’t understand English. Tae was the one who introduced you to the rest of the boys and added you to their friend group.

Jin

The sugar, spice, and everything nice home economics teacher. You were pretty bad at cooking and needed a lot of assistance when it came to baking (you weren’t as bad as your seat partner though, Jungkook.) He was always really nice and smiley, and you couldn’t help but blush when he would accidentally touch your hand when taking a wisk from you. You loved being in his class and seeing his smile each day. Mr. Kim was definitely easy on the eyes and from the first day you saw him you sprouted a crush.

Namjoon

The English teacher. You have him for your English class and you’re one of his favorite students because you can have a fluent conversation with him in English, and he can understand when you call Tae names in english or give him bogus answers to the homework to mess with him. You usually see Mr. Kim in the library, when you have your study hall, reading a book or something. He may be a clumsy teacher, but you could tell he was the smartest and he actually cared about trying to teach the students. He and Jin were inseparable, so often the students and staff would refer to them as Kim squared. You couldn’t help but have a slight crush on him. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was one of the cutest teachers there.

Hoseok

The happy history teacher. History wasn’t the most interesting subject and you really couldn’t care less about Christopher Columbus but seeing Hoseok every day made you happy and excited to go to his class. Every morning he would great each student individually. “Good morning, ms. (Y/N). How are you?” He would ask you every day with his bright smile. He always kept plants on the windowsills and usually kept his windows open to let the breeze in. During the summer and spring months the class would go outside a lot too, he thought that it really helped students learn. But in reality, you were only doing perfect in the class because you didn’t want to let Mr. Jung down. Along with Kim squared, he was definitely among the cutest teachers.

Jungkook

The shy but funny kid. Your home economics seat partner was Jeon Jungkook, who was known for being very popular among the girls so you were surprised that he was so sweet and nice to you. He was a little shy at first but eventually he got more comfortable with you and began to show his silliness. He was always cracking jokes and burning your home economics projects.

Yoongi

The really quiet artistic kid in your art class. He would always listen to music during class and get in trouble with the teacher for not listening, but he claimed that it helped his artistic flow. In the end, your teacher gave up on trying to get him to pay attention. Everyone knew he was the most talented in the class. You became friends one day when he was admiring a piece of artwork you had done and wanted to compliment you for it. Eventually you found out that he was a rapper who’s just starting out when he invited you to come see him live at some bar.

Jimin

The sweet popular football player. Jimin did generally well in school for two reasons, he needed good grades to stay on the football team and he’s sort of a math genius. You sat next to him in math class and to your surprise, he knew what he was talking about and he’s actually not a meat head. Jimin was always really sweet to you can would help you with your math work. You could definitely tell he had a crush on you because he asked you to wear his jersey to the homecoming game like the rest of the cheerleaders did for the football players.

And your usual hang out spot was the coffee shop down the street where Jungkook worked. You, Jimin, Yoongi, and Tae would go see Jungkook during his shift and talk for hours. But there were times that you’d be there alone and you’d run into one of the teachers. Namjoon would be reading or doing work sometime after school while drinking tea, and sometimes Jin would accompany him with a cappuccino. Usually when the both of them were there they wouldn’t get much done and just spend hours talking and laughing. But when Hoseok was there he sat alone in his usual window seat doing work or just writing. Some days when you were alone, he would ask you to join him for a little bit and he would ask you about how your life was going and how school was.

You loved going to school in Korea, your friends and teachers had become your new life. But that made leaving it at the end of the year was even harder...

ANOTHER ONE THAT SOMEONE SHOULD MAKE A SERIES OF OMFG

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riseofmoonxchild · 5 years ago

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b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter two

➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]

➴genre – fluff // angst

➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist

»listen to the bittersweet playlist titled “coffee shop boy” here.

« y i n and y a n g »

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You pulled your hair up into a ponytail as you walked past the staff that filtered people coming into Club Avenue. Namjoon followed after you, and immediately fixed the tiny pieces of your hair that were sticking out weirdly, as if instinctive.

“Thanks,” you said, tightening your ponytail.

Namjoon just scanned the room, with the same serious/contemplative look that he had on his face the majority of the time. Sometimes, that was just his facial expression, and you teased him for it. But this time, he was probably more serious than he should have been, considering this night was meant for both of you to have fun together.

“Who are you looking for?” You first looked in the same direction as him, then peered over to look at his face to get his attention. He made eye contact with you, still distracted.

“Nah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But the more he tried to be chill about it, the more skeptical you became. You knew that sometimes he would only come with you because he didn’t want you to be alone, and because he was worried about the type of guys he knew came here. But he was usually calm about it, and right now he seemed kind of on-edge. Like there was someone particular he was being wary of.

He started pushing you further into the room, along the edge where the bar was, but close enough to the center that you could join in with the dancing, which he knew was what you preferred. “Let’s just do what we came here to do.”

You knew that Joon would be at the bar, not really drinking, but still, he said he liked the atmosphere and talking to people with their guards down. Dancing wasn’t really a possibility for him, not in public, at least. He would only dance if it was just the two of you.

Tonight he was especially tense, so you turned around to grab the wrist of the hand he had lightly touching your back. “You’re dancing with me tonight, then.”

He just scoffed. “That’s not happening.”

You just became even more determined, and asked for two shots from the bartender. You handed the soju to Namjoon, who just blankly stared between you and the glass in his hands a few times. “Let’s do what we came here to do-” you mimicked his words, trying to remind him: “have fun.”

You raised your eyebrows in slight impatience, signaling for him to drink it. He gave you a mixed confused look, like for some reason he couldn’t figure what was up with you, and then leaned his head back to drink it in one gulp.

You grabbed the next one, gave it to Namjoon, and stared at him, waiting. “This one’s for me too?” He asked, looking somewhat frighteningly surprised.

“Well I’m not the one who needs it right now, am I?”

After he finished, Namjoon had just enough time to slam the glass onto the counter, as you were dragging him into the sea of people—a bold action in and of itself. Even though he didn’t like getting this up close with people, and you knew it, he let you, because Namjoon knew you needed it more than he did. And you knew that too.

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Jimin ran his hand through his hair, head down. This wasn’t usually his scene, but Tae always dragged him to these places.

Taehyung was talking to two girls that had walked up to him, while Jimin was by the bar, just out of ear shot. Jimin didn’t even mind that he wasn’t in the conversation, it was more comfortable that way. But they kept glancing over at him, from the other side of his friend.

This continued on for some time, until it came to a point where Jimin was too flustered or uncomfortable, that every time he noticed it happening, he just sipped his drink, or looked nonchalantly in the other direction—or both. He wasn’t really interested in conversations that were pointless, or with people who just wanted something from you.

Jimin caught his own sideways glances at Tae, who was intently invested in the conversation. He would laugh, the kind of laugh that was so deep and repeated, where he scrunched his eyes, you knew it was genuine. Or he would gesture with his hands, flailing them around, and you could tell by his voice he was trying to convince his listeners of something, like his life depended on it. Or he just randomly threw in low key meme faces where they fit in the conversation.

Jimin didn’t even know what they were talking about for the whole time, but he knew this was why girls, or everyone, liked Taehyung, while he had an uncanny fan-club-like following. Tae never judged anyone, he was always kind and any kind of person could talk to him easily. He talked to everyone like he knew them. If they were lifelong friends or complete strangers, there wasn’t much of a difference in how he interacted with them. He just made people feel worthwhile. Like their time was the most precious thing to him in that moment.

Jimin didn’t understand how he did it, but that was just Tae, a naturally genuine person. It came flawlessly. It was the reason why they were friends; Taehyung was one of the few people Jimin trusted so easily.

People just enjoyed being in Tae’s presence. But Jimin knew, that a lot of the time, they also were gaining something for themselves by talking with him. There were particular people that wanted to raise their social status somehow. And because Taehyung easily made friends, he knew students who were established by their families’ social statuses, he befriended them, without a second thought. This just made it easier for those seeking to climb the social ladder, if they really persisted, since Taehyung was so easy to approach.

Not everyone was like that, but Jimin became skeptical more often than not. He hated the fact that someone would try to take advantage of Taehyung.

“A-hooo,” Taehyung interjected in his own conversation. “Sorry guys, I should probably watch my friend more closely. Looks like Jimin-ah needs my attention.” Tae flashed an apologetic smile to the girls he had been talking to, as he made his way over to Jimin and took the drink out of his hands.

While Tae had been talking to the two girls for some time, he also had talked to three others since he’d been here—some he knew, some he didn’t. But he always managed some kind of an excuse after about ten, fifteen minutes.

“Yah, why do you even come to these places if you don’t want to talk to anyone?” Jimin started feeling the heat coming off his face, flushed pink, as he realized how much he had ended up drinking over the past hour.

He never told Taehyung how he felt about some of the people he associated with.

“I like talking to you,” he countered playfully, “that’s why I came with you.” His eyes disappeared and he just leaned against the bar, sipping Jimin’s drink, as he watched people out on the dance floor enjoying themselves.

Jimin just shot the boy a questioning, sideways look. He sat on the stool, leaning back and mimicking Tae, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling, as his body suddenly felt loose and heavy. Soon enough, he couldn’t even fight to keep his eyes open, and he dozed off to the beat of the DJ’s music as his lullaby.

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Jimin was too asleep to catch Taehyung’s realizing the girl—who came into Jimin’s coffee shop almost everyday—was there. He was too asleep to see Taehyung, with a cutely amused smile tugging the edge of his mouth, and a look in his eyes that Jimin had never seen before.

Taehyung had never felt like he was able to invest his interest in many people—except for Jimin, an exception. But it was kind of impossible, considering the scene she was making, wrapped up in her own little world. And something made Taehyung want to enter into that world.

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You laughed, seeing Namjoon let loose and flail freely in the middle of other people’s dancing, not nearly as passionate as him. Joon could actually dance pretty well—albeit a little uniquely—but with how much he wanted to make you laugh and have fun, combined with his facial expressions, people weren’t sneaking glances because they thought he was good.

The more you laughed, the more into it he got.

But you joined in with his dorky dance moves, and you were pretty sure you caught him laughing at you a few times.

You couldn’t keep track of how long you had been there dancing—you never really did because you always got too caught up in it—but at some point you caught a glimpse of Taehyung. You usually never crossed paths with him in these places, outside of school. Something inside your stomach flipped, and then stayed there like a dead weight, making you feel nauseous. Before you knew that your body was moving, you grabbed Joon’s wrist, exiting Club Avenue as fast as you could break through the crowd.

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A/N: i’ve been slightly struggling through this already, b/c autocorrect wants to change jimin’s name to ‘jimmy’ everytime, and i just can’t, aha.

anyway, this chapter is kinda setting the stage for future conflict—which i’m prolly more excited for than i should be, aha—but there’s definitely way more fluffy moments in the future of “bittersweet”—ya know i can’t resist. also just imagining tipsy jimin is way too cute i can’t help it uwu

—moonie☾✧

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