#the way they had the audacity to throw a jin card at me

[otomeloversunite]

Ikemen Prince - April 2023 Collection Events Early Clear Bonuses

My Rescue Beast - Rio - Let Me?

My Bad Boy Lover - Jin - Looking Good

[bangtan-dreamland]

all i wanna do (is grow old with you)

Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)

Word Count: 3430

Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u

Rating: pg

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.

AN: dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you

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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for with seokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog's dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who's suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. 'it was the dog!' he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you. 

'seokjin! get back here!'

'i'm innocent!' 

'no you're not, that was the worst excuse i've ever heard!' 

you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it's almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you're both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven't grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover's face makes you think it's worth it.

'it was an accident,' he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.'

you can't even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn't even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!'

a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that's what it wants you to think.' he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!'

'don't you believe your husband?'

you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can't even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?'

(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren't looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag. 

seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but...

well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)

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it's an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.

'you really have got to stop staying up until it's almost daytime,' you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you'll have to put in first floor  bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.

when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.

drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it's not as if you're okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that's an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren't you?' you grumble, although you're pretty sure he's fallen asleep already and you're talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,' he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck'. and you can't even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.

'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.' you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears. 

'you know i'll only ever get to really sleep when i'm beside you.' 

you scoff. 'you and i both know that's not true.'

warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.

'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren't there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren't just something i've been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?' he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.

(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can't complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.

not a dream, indeed.)

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'come on, love, dance with me!' you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks. 

he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,' he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.

'dusting can wait,' you insist. 'we're both already filthy anyway!' he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you're not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you're supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge. 

'your parents will get angry,' he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that's not that far off from the truth. 

'they won't mind,' you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.' he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other's eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?

(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can't feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)

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'namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,' you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city's beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it's less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives. 

'we should have brought a blanket,' he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don't think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.

'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?' you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it's when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?'. 'i wonder if we'd met in other universes too,' he says simply. 

you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.' he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn't have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn't that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.'

by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?' he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man's hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let's hope we never find out.'

(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you're both too tired to cook.)

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you don't think much of it, stealing jimin's clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other's now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it's simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.

still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.

'babe,' you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?' 'which hoodie?' 'my favorite one!' 'which favorite one?' at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it's the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.'

you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don't think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don't know where it went.' 'okay, but, babe, can you help me...'

you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!' you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,' he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can't believe you made me run around looking for this,' he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight. 

'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i'm not giving it up.'

a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud. 

'no, jimin!' 

'give it back!' 

'no way!' 

'then suffer under my wrath!'

(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,' you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it's too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)

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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover's body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.

it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung', you whisper. there's not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can't get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you've tried so many times before and it's always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung's grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,' you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.

'stay in bed with me,' he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.

'you know i can't do that,' you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!' 

'but i can't sleep without you.'

'you big baby,' you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout. 

you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i'm your baby...' 

'taehyung...' 

'just a few more minutes, i swear,' he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it's not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands. 

'you're incorrigible,' you whine as you bury your head in his chest. 

'only because i love you.' 

you would call it a laugh if it weren't for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.

and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone's alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you'd end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.

(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can't even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.

he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)

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'jungkook,' you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there's no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover's arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it's early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night's embrace. it's what makes your lover's apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh? 

'what are you even doing?' you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you're nothing if not determined, and if he's here to drag you back to bed, you're having none of it. 'if you're sleepy,' you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook's face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.' 'but you're not there with me,' you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i'll just stay here...'

'jungkook, i can't cook while you're wrapped around me!' you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?' he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don't know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don't give me that look,' you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it's obvious that jungkook can see it as well.

'don't blame me if it turns out burnt,'  you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i'm sure it will still be delicious.' 'you say that no matter what i cook,' you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you're right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,' he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can't mess it up then, can we?' he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.

(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't have any qualms about it lasting forever.

judging by the smile on jungkook's face, you aren't the only one to feel this way, too.)

[mianmiansimp]

mdzs au: the one with wen xu (pt 1)

>>wwx has his bisexual epiphany much sooner in life bc Reasons

>>so when he starts crushing on lwj Immediately at cr, he knows it too

>>anyway: sometime pre-cloud recesses, wx and wwx cross paths and wwx is being his usual mischievous self

>>he's very dramatic and flirty and running around on roofs

>>wx is like Hey You're Cute but doesn't catch his name

>>wwx is oblivious so he didn't know who wx was lol

>>they cross paths a few more times

>>wwx just knows wx as 'that one gongzi i see sometimes'

>>then cr happens and they meet again when wwx is heading back to cr with his alcohol

>>wx is like my how charming

>>the next morning the wens show up and wc pisses everyone off

>>and then wwx is telling him off and wc gets pissed and tries to fight wwx while also insulting his status

>>and jc is like EXCUSE YOU and draws his sword bc i'm a sucker for protective jc and will throw in as much yunmeng shuangjie as i want

>>but then wx shows up and tells off wc (bc of wwx) and tells everyone to calm down

>>wx learns wwx's name, wwx learns who 'that one gongzi i see sometimes' is, only one of them is happy with the revelation

>>wx is being weird and oily to everyone and the lans begrudgingly accept the 'apology'

>>wx is publicly weird to wwx, wwx is publicly uncomfy, jc is publicly offended and pissed and defensive and also has an inkling of where wx's head is at

>>cue jc aggressively glaring at wens and shielding wwx from them

>>nhs, who's more aware of what's happening than anyone else bc nhs, helps

>>doesn't stop wwx from adopting wn as a bestie but wn is a kitten so it's ok

>>cr arc is largely the same, wangxian shenanigans, yunmeng shuangjie shenanigans, alcohol shenanigans, you know the drill

>>except for two major things

>>one - wwx has been crushing on lwj since day one but he Knows it

>>and he gets sad sometimes when lwj rejects him

>>so jc is not only angry at the wens but he's angry at lwj's audacity too

>>lwj, who hasn't a clue about anything:

>>two - wx sometimes shows up randomly to 'check up'

>>he isn't, he just drops by to make wwx uncomfy via unsolicited gifts and flirting

>>jc usually passive aggressively intervenes

>>or nhs makes some excuse that is usually 'jc wants to see you'

>>there's an incident during a wx visit where wwx panics bc he really doesn't want to deal with him

>>and essentially bolts from the vicinity and runs right into lwj

>>lwj almost starts telling off wwx but he sees quite clearly that wwx is Not Ok

>>and then they hear wx approaching and wwx basically begs lwj to Get Him Out

>>lwj dislikes wx far more than he dislikes acknowledging his affections for wwx

>>so they quickly run into and hide in a room

>>cue bonding moment where lwj and wwx have a Talk and lwj says they're friends for the first time

>>and then immediately goes silent bc wwx is looking at him with complete adoration and he has to force himself not to kiss him lol

>>this is also the point where lwj has it confirmed that wwx very much does not like wx's presence

>>which is how lwj joins the defend wwx against wx's advances club

>>jc isn't happy about it bc wwx is mooning for lwj still but he lets it slide

>>wn actually joined the club accidentally and discretely

>>jc's like why couldn't wwx get This wen to crush on him i like him so much better???

>>lwj vinegar moment + flustered wn who just thinks wwx is really cool and nice

>>wq catches wind of what's going on and is worried about wn's involvement

>>but also greatly dislikes wx and doesn't want some random innocent boy to suffer

>>which is how she too accidentally joins the club

>>mianmian joins too but loudly bc she's friends with wwx and lwj and also wx sucks

>>jzx is friends with mianmian so he gets dragged in

>>and he might be an arrogant prat atm but he's not a bad guy and wx's behavior is very despicable

>>jzx has some um Revelations about himself and his family

>>and accidentally becomes an honorary member of the club

>>they're all kinda friends now, it truly sucks, thinks jzx with a small smile

>>xuanli engagement is not broken/salvaged much earlier on bc of this whole

thing

>>anyway that's how all the major sects' youth became so closely entwined

>>lqr was very proud that his lectures enacted firm inter sect relationships

>>lxc is just egging on wangxian while also becoming an honorary member of the club

>>waterborne abyss and stuff still happens

>>jc is even angrier at the wens and straight up completely hides wwx the next time wx comes around so he doesn't even catch a glimpse

>>wx is not happy, especially when lwj is silently passive aggressive the whole time

>>cr study ends, there's this whole lingering wangxian moment when they say their goodbyes

>>wwx and lwj are close now but also lwj can sort of admit it instead of shoving it under years of repression and gay panic

>>lwj agrees to visit at lotus pier and wwx looks so enamored that jc gags and drags him away

>>mianmian snickers and pokes lwj in jest, who actually pokes her back

>>lxc is so proud, his brother has Friends

>>wx is a bit more careful around lotus pier, but he does visit once

>>jfm greets him and is very polite but yzy is very blunt and pissed

>>jc upon getting home had immediately spilled all the info on the wx thing

>>yzy doesn't like wwx but she hates the main wen and wx was being vv disrespectful

>>so she kinda tells wx that wwx isn't here (not a lie, he's on a nighthunt) and that he can go jump a cliff now thanks

>>wx is rather irritated when he leaves

>>comes back again on a later date, but this is the day that the cr friends are all hanging out

>>which isn't really an issue bc wwx is a social butterfly, it's part of what wx likes about him, obviously he has friends

>>but he sees the way wwx looks at lwj, and happens upon a moment where they're alone

>>he is Not Happy

>>in the meanwhile the cr friends are all chilling together and making fun of jzx flustering around jyl and eating lotus pods and whatever

>>yzy for once is like not overcome with irrational rage at wwx's presence bc he did something right for once in her eyes

>>so wwx gets some peace of mind at lotus pier

>>madam jin is also very delighted at the xuanli progress and approves wwx for enacting it

>>no one outside of jiangs + cr know why exactly xuanli are doing so well

>>so madam jin assumes wwx just kinda did some wingman stuff and doesn't know about the wx thing

>>anyway, wangxian is progressing quite nicely, and jc is all the more miserable for it

>>jzx kinda doesn't care lol, the rest of the club are delighted by the entertainment, yzy is further not angry at wwx bc wangxian engagement = lan-jiang alliance = advantageous

>>fast forward and we're at the discussion conference

>>jc is scowlier than usual and is literally holding wwx's hand the whole time

>>and wwx is like bro ty and ily but also this is a bit much

>>jc eventually lets go of his hand but he is never more than a few inches away from wwx's side

>>the state of wangxian at this time means we have wangxian blatantly and publicly mooning and everyone's like :eyes:

>>wx is not happy, shows up and immediately starts seeking out wwx, everyone is uncomfy

>>jc at one point grabs wwx and shoves him into the middle of all the jiang disciples

>>kinda doing that zebra camouflage thing but with jiang disciples lol

>>whenever it looks like wx is gonna ask him about wwx he crosses his arms and scowls severely

>>wx takes his seat very unhappily and the discussion conference proceeds as normal ig

>>but the friends are all taking part in the hunt together

>>wwx and lwj have a lil competition for who snags the most shots

>>lots of flirting during the competition, much to jzx and jc's chagrin

>>wn is just :pleading_face: the whole time but he does excellently and gives everyone a run for their money

>>the wc thing goes a lil differently in that wc is more incensed about wwx's existence bc he knows wx likes wwx

>>targets wwx, it backfired bc of lwj, wc leaves in a huff

>>lwj closely attaches himself to wwx after that, jc is pissed bc that's 2 wens who are making problems about wwx

>>the ribbon incident goes a lil differently

>>it happens after the competition, in front of all the sects

>>wx basically

goes oh your ribbon is crooked and fixes it gently and smiles at lwj and lwj says nothing, just quietly nods and thanks him

>>lqr approaches qi deviation, the sects are shocked, wwx is oblivious, lwj is smug, lxc and the friends are all metaphorically eating popcorn, wx is mad, wrh doesn't care, wq is worried bc wx

>>wx actually corners wwx at one point during a banquet when wwx's alone

>>interestingly, it's jzx who steps in to save the day

>>wwx doesn't need saving tbh but there's sociopolitics to consider + he's a lil scared of wx's persistence tbh

>>and he has a crisis bc on the one hand wwx can just run his mouth and hope for the best except he realizes that wx Likes when he runs his mouth

>>so yea jzx steps in and says something about jyl and wwx is like ahaha duty calls again and yeets

>>jzx just says compliments about jyl as they walk back to the jiang under the pretense of wanting to discuss the engagement

>>wwx reluctantly decides he's ok

>>the jiang keep a firm grip on wwx for the rest of the conference after that

>>jyl uses the shijie card to her advantage to get away with dragging wwx with her everywhere

>>the conference ends and wwx is relieved

>>oh btw wwx placed first by a small margin, lwj and wn following, then jc and jzx tied

>>so the sects are leaving and ofc wwx has to say goodbye to lwj

>>and lwj is like what is your request bc you won

>>and wwx is almost like kiss me but then he Doesn't ok

>>so instead wwx is like lemme think of something interesting :wink: to cover his pining

>>and lwj says mn and Smiles at him and wwx melts on the spot

>>wx catches the interaction and is very unhappy

>>fast forward to the burning of cr

>>there's a reason why wx did it personally, and targeted lwj especially

>>fast forward a bit again, wwx is a lil mopey bc his letter from lwj should've come a few days ago

>>they're pining pen pals bc ofc they are smh :rolling_eyes:

>>at this point, news of cr's destruction hasn't spread to lotus pier yet

>>jc is annoyed and yeets him into the lake and makes him swim off the pining

>>cue yunmeng jiang lake shenanigans

>>and then mf wx shows up to personally deliver the invitation to the wen indoctrination

>>jfm and yzy simply Do Not acknowledge wwx's existence at lotus pier in front of him

>>it's a very tense but quick conversation

>>and then wx leaves and hears wwx and heads in the direction of the latter's voice

>>he gets to the lake to see the jiang disciple swimming in the lake, but no wwx

>>bc jyl knew he had come and quickly run over to the lake to warn and hide wwx

>>jc perched himself on a roof to watch wx and let them know when he was gone

>>that meal they had in cql? yea it goes differently this time around

>>it's mostly yzy hissing at the wens and also having a conundrum over whether or not wwx should go

>>jc votes no, wwx votes shut up jc i'm coming with you

>>jfm concedes, jc is irate, wwx and jc go to the indoctrination

>>but jc makes wwx promise to not ever leave his side

>>and wwx is like that's kinda the whole point?? but ok

>>and then ofc that whole opening scene at nightless city happens

>>what with them standing around and then bam an injured lwj

>>ft the cr friends being all fhkjhkjsghk (/neg) internally

>>except wwx, he's very open about his concern

>>wc shows up, spends half the time glaring at wwx

>>he was supposed to be make it hell for lwj

>>but quite frankly he'd be happy if lwj snatched wwx

>>he very much dislikes his brother's infatuation with wwx

>>so yea it's roughly the same, those first few days

>>except wn secretly visits the disciples

>>slips snacks, gives info, exchanges messages between them, and treats lwj

>>wq finds out, scolds him, and then does the same, mostly treatment

>>and then the dungeon day comes

>>by which i mean that day wwx ended up in the dungeons with the dog thing

>>it goes the same as usual, except wc is particularly harsh, and is focused on wwx

>>so it happens sooner, and only wwx is involved

>>spends the night with the wolf thing, wn comes, yk the drill

>>except he knocks out at one point and wx gets him

>>and he wakes up

in a room and wq and wn are treating him

>>he's quickly given a coded warning

>>and then wx comes

>>wc had been forced out of leading the indoctrination and someone relatively competent is in his place

>>wx doesn't really let wwx go back tho

>>just makes wwx stay with him and basically invades his privacy and harasses him

>>for like. quite some time.

>>wwx also meets wrh a few times and it is. not fun.

>>wrh makes thinly veiled threats about war and attacking lotus pier and stuff

>>and wx reveals he was the one who requested and took charge of cr burning

>>and wwx is angry at wx but then wx gets angry and snaps threats

>>and wwx quiets and realizes wx is relentless

>>and that his connections are putting ppl he cares about at risk

>>it all kinda piles up and wx's insistence gets to his head

>>and then the bell scene (which started all this) happens

>>it might seem kinda ooc this whole thing but like

>>sexual trauma is very different from standard child abuse/classic asian toxicity

>>and you have to consider wwx's position as he has to put up with wx's everything

>>am i projecting? probably, but my au my choices

>>so the bell scene begins with all the heirs and their entourages gathered at that. place

>>idk what it's called but that place from cql where wc was lecturing

>>wc's substitute indoctrinator is like so. y'all can go home now. here's your swords.

>>and everyone's like omg????? but also cr friends are like ok where's wwx :upside_down:

>>and it's a very complicated moment

>>and then they give suibian to jc

>>and he almost kills someone bc he thinks they killed wwx

>>and then they're like no he's alive he just won't need that :upside_down:

>>jc is like WHAT does that even MEAN

>>and it's about to be a whole thing but then wwx shows up

>>and it's all ok for half a second

>>bc yes he's here but he is very obviously not ok

>>and it Shows, wwx is doing such a bad job hiding how not ok he is

>>cr friends are like. what did they do. who am i killing.

>>so now we enter - The Bell Exchange

>>wwx comes forward and (very poorly) tries to lighten the mood and tease jc and is like aw did you miss me

>>jc who was very much terrified is just like yes ofc come here Now let's go home

>>and wwx has this look on his face that's summed up as love and affection but also deep apology and secrecy

>>he slowly goes to jc and his hands are shaky as he takes off his bell and grabs jc's hands to give it to him

>>and wwx is very vague about it he's just like i won't be going back it's ok you're all free to go now i'm making sure of it go back home be safe

>>and jc is having the nth meltdown rn bc wwx what did you do

>>nhs has an idea of the gist, and all the c friends are very concerned

>>and then wen xu shows up and wwx does this silent flinch but in his bones and straightens up

>>and wx is mocking the others and stuff and then wraps an arm around a very uncomfortable wwx and is like

>>"you should be grateful to my fiance for his generous nature"

>>wwx is very obviously not having a good time and is not ok with this

>>he looks like he's going to launch himself from a cliff (hehehe) to avoid this

>>everyone is silent for a minute as they realize what happened

>>a lot of the disciples here were at cr indoctrination

>>so they know at least somewhat of wx's pursual of wwx and the unrequited feelings

>>and it becomes obvious that wwx exchanged something - his freedom, hand in marriage, etc - to set all the disciples free

>>jc draws sandu and is about to go for wx's head bc how Dare he

>>but wwx stops him and tells him very firmly but desperately to not try anything, just go, tell shijie i'm sorry, it'll be ok

>>lwj does that death grip on his sword, 2 seconds away from taking wx's head himself

>>jzx is having lots of feelings about this and a lot aren't nice

>>especially with the weird sort of parallels as far as betrothals

>>also he kinda likes wwx?? they're kinda friends?? and they're brother-in-laws to be anyway

>>and even despite all that, the whole situation just Sucks and jzx is kinda an airhead but he's actually pretty noble

>>mianmian is

like So offended and enraged on behalf of everyone she's ready to throw hands

>>nhs is half horrified for his friend and half cold rage and plotting

>>what really worsens the situations is just how bad wwx is taking it

>>bc he always covers up his pain and worries, and very well at that

>>the fact that he can barely even fake a smile now, and has resolved to outright desperate pleading, not even teasing anyone, says a Lot about how bad things were while he was gone

>>they have suspicions about what wx might have done to wwx while they were alone

>>tl;dr: cr friends kinda have an idea of what wx has done and really want him dead

>>but wwx is forcing them out, and eventually they all do leave, miserably

>>they don't know what had happened for them to be let go with their swords and without consequences

>>and they don't want wwx suffering for their (not really helpful atm) stubbornness

>>jc is stiff and clenching his jaw the entire way home, trying to figure out ways to get wwx out

>>lwj is drowning in his emotions as he goes back to the burnt cr

>>mianmian, jzx, nhs are having very complicated thought processes about everything

>>nhs actually goes with lwj to cr first, to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb and to be a friend

>>drops him off, and eventually heads out after a few days (lqr is appraised of the situation)

>>and lo and behold, he happens to find lxc on his way home, and brings big bro lan back to cr

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[crystaljins]

Schemes and tricks to win her heart | 04

Characters: Taehyung x Reader  Jin x OC

Word count: 4728

Synopsis: Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course. Bestfriend!Taehyung and Chaebol!Jin

Notes: It’s not a fic without some forced drama, and forced drama there is >:D

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In which it turns out Jin’s mother is a little too meddling

You receive a call from Taehyung’s mother the next day while searching through your newly replaced wardrobe for something that doesn’t look brand name. You had an image to maintain, as the campus slob. You take a deep breath and clear your throat a few times before answering.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim,” You say politely. You pause rummaging through your clothes- what was with Jin’s taste, everything in here was so formal and not at all appropriate for an exhausted uni student to wear during lectures. “How are you?”

You are surprised at her call- though she has always been quite fond of you, and did allow you to spend most summers in her home, you haven’t ever really had the relationship where you would call one another.

“I’m good.” She says on the other end. “I was just in the area and thought we could meet for some breakfast! Have some one-on-one time?”

You contemplate your answer. You don’t technically have any classes that morning- you had just been preparing to go in and study a little, maybe grab a nice breakfast from one of the campus cafes. You don’t have any real reason to refuse her.

“Sure- I don’t have any classes this morning anyway. Where would you like to meet me?” You question, suddenly grateful for Jin’s ridiculous upgrade to your wardrobe and you select a dress and a pair of stockings as well as a thick coat to brave the rainy weather outside.

“Oh, I’ll meet you. There’s a nice place near your campus that I’ve been meaning to try- I’ll have the driver swing by your place. It’s still the same address, yes?” She questions. You agree and hang up.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you get ready- since Taehyung’s mother is a high-up socialite, you decide this is one of the rare occasions you should be putting in effort to your appearance. However, the girl that stares back at you is a stranger. You can’t quite place what it is, or what Chaeyoung and Jimin had done to you the previous day, but regardless, you go about your morning routine as instructed by them, utilizing the products they had bought for you on Jin’s card. No use letting them go to waste, right? Plus, you hadn’t missed Taehyung’s gobsmacked appearance when you first stepped out. It had inflated your ego just a little, enough for you to think that maybe putting in the effort every now and then wouldn’t hurt anyone.

You finish applying one of the absurdly expensive lipsticks Chaeyoung and Jimin had bought for you just in time for you to receive a text informing you that the car was waiting for you out on the street.

Distractedly, you notice that the air is heavy with the warning signs of rain, and you probably should grab an umbrella, but you are in a rush and you are getting driven anyway.

Mrs. Kim smiles when you slide into the car seat beside you. She is gorgeous- no one could have sons as inhumanly beautiful as she did and not have supermodel levels of beauty, even as a middle aged woman. And normally she is warm, with a gentle smile that Taehyung inherited, but today there is a cold edge to her smile that you pick up on. It has you instantly on edge.

“It’s good to see you.” You say hesitantly. Taehyung obviously inherited his crazy eyes from her, because you can make out a dulled version of them hovering behind her eyes as she smiles at you.

“And you too, dear. You really don’t come by as often as you should.” She says, but oddly, the usual warmth is sapped from her voice and she almost sounds like she’s scolding you.

You are confused, but do not press at her odd behavior, instead allowing the terse small talk to continue as the car pulls up beside a classy looking café. You get out behind Mrs. Kim and follow her as she announces her reservation to one of the café workers. They lead you to a private booth at the back, and you settle in opposite to her.

She gestures for you to order, and you glance through the menu, settling on a fancy sounding dish that brags about all the health benefits it has, as well as a smoothie, and she orders a cup of tea and simpler dish of eggs benedict and toast.

Once the food is served, however, she cuts straight to the chase.

“I heard you were seeing my son.” She says sharply. You nearly choke on your smoothie.

“Pardon?” You exclaim, banging on your chest as you try to regain control of your lungs.

“Seokjin’s driver informed me that you went on a date with him last night.” She says, sniffing distastefully. You stare, unsure whether you should tell the truth or not.

“Um… yes, we were together last night.” Is what you finally decide to say. To your immense surprise, her eyes widen in outrage.

“So you are seeing him!” She accuses, throwing her napkin down on the table dramatically. “I can’t believe it! The audacity.”

You blink, confused.

“Um, Mrs. Kim, I-“ You begin- perhaps you should have come straight out with the truth so that she didn’t feel the need to be as angry as she is.

“No. This is absurd- I’m going to come right out and say it.” She says, adjusting her posture and glaring at you with burning eyes. “It was one thing when you were hanging around Taehyung. You study a respectful enough degree and if he were to one day decide you were an appropriate match for him, I would not have objected.”

You are unsure what to say- what exactly is going on? Why do you feel you’ve suddenly been sucked into those over-the-top dramas your roommate likes to watch on her days off?

“But Seokjin is set to inherit everything.” She sniffs. “Any match he chooses will be the future wife of a CEO.”

She pauses like she expects you to react or protest, but when you merely continue to stare at her, a little dumbfounded, she continues.

“And you are not appropriate for that position.” She says at last. “Now, if you were to decide to go back to Taehyung, I would not protest, but as long as you have an eye on Seokjin and our family’s fortune, I cannot allow this to go unsaid. Stay away from him.”

Your jaw drops- what the actual heck? What is happening? Is this real? Did Taehyung orchestrate an elaborate prank with his mum to get you to drop out of helping Jin?

“Mrs. Kim, with all due respect, I don’t think-“ You go to protest. She slams her hand on the table and you jump, cutting off your sentence in surprise. She presses her fingers into the bridge of her nose, a move you have often seen Taehyung pull when he is frustrated or exasperated.

“I knew you would protest- girls seem to fall so hard for him. I can’t blame him- he really is such a sweet, handsome young man.” She says, before looking sternly at you. “I’m going to tell you what I told that Sooyoung girl. I don’t care how handsome or sweet or considerate my son is for you. I know you very well, (Y/N), and I know you can’t handle this position-“

You know you are being rude, you really do, but you are so shocked at the revelation that Taehyung’s mother has spoken to Sooyoung that you cut her off, completely missing whatever excuse she has to justify asking you to stay away from her oldest son.

“You spoke to Sooyoung?” You exclaim. “Is that why she won’t date your son?”

Evidently not expecting that reaction, or for you to even care about Sooyoung, Mrs. Kim is thrown for a loop and pauses her rant. You, however, are too preoccupied to pick up on it- you had thought Sooyoung’s reaction the previous day was strange, especially since she was always rejected Jin’s advances. The look on her face yesterday had been the look of a woman who had just had her heart stomped on. Suddenly everything makes sense.

“Well, yes, but-“ She says slowly, and you scramble to your feet.

“You mean all this time she’s been refusing to date him not because she didn’t want to, but because you told her to stay away from him?” You all but shout. When a few startled café patrons look towards you, you lower your voice. “You’re the one who’s been driving Sooyoung away?”

Mrs. Kim looks absolutely flabbergasted, and completely confused.

“(Y/N)-“ She begins, hoping to regain some control of the situation, but it is far too late and she has long since lost her hold over your attention.

“I have to go!” You exclaim, scrambling to your feet. “I’m sorry Mrs. Kim, but I have somewhere to be!”

With that you race out of the café, intent on finding Jin and telling him everything.

++

You’re an idiot, of course, and it has been bucketing rain for a while by the time you skid to a halt in front of the entrance to Jin’s penthouse apartment. You are sopping wet, and you didn’t wear waterproof mascara, and even the thick dress coat you had been wearing to ward off the cold is soaked through and icy.

Jin opens the door and his jaw drops in shock.

“(Y/N)?” He exclaims. “What the heck?”

You barely register the dark circles under his eyes and the way his normally carefully-styled hair is in complete disarray and shove yourself into the apartment, dripping water onto the tiled floor.

You are shivering and your teeth chatter as you cut straight to the chase.

“I spoke to your mother.” You say, though the words are nearly unintelligible through your incessant shivering. “She called me up for breakfast this morning, and I found something out!”

Jin is confused, and concerned, and places a firm hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N),” He says sternly. “I don’t know what happened to you this morning, but you’re clearly not in the right state of mind. How about we get you into some dry clothes, and then you can explain?”

You protest, eager to get everything out in the air as soon as possible, but he ushers you into the bathroom and shuts the door behind you.

“I’ll leave some clothes for you outside the door. There should be some clean towels under the sink.” He calls before leaving you alone.

Frustrated, you sigh, and then you look at yourself in the mirror. You hair is a sopping mess, in complete disarray, your makeup is messed up and you look cold. You’ve also pretty much rushed the whole public transport route to Jin’s apartment in heels. With a sigh, you decide that being in a more comfortable and less frantic state of mind would do harm to no one. You take a hot shower to rinse the makeup off and fix your hair, and dry yourself off with one of the towels you find under the sink.

The clothes he’s left you are one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants that you have to hold up with your hands. He’s also left you a nice pair of woolly socks and some house slippers. You wrap a towel around your hair and leave your clothes in a sopping pile in the sink to deal with later.

In the kitchen, Jin hums as he prepares you a cup of tea, and you slide onto one of the stools on the opposite side of the kitchen counter to him.

“So,” Jin says, as he slides the cup of tea towards you. You wrap your hands around it, appreciating the warmth. “What was so urgent that you rushed over here when you have class in the afternoon?”

You are momentarily surprised that he knows your schedule so well, but you do not press it, instead eager to share the news you had learnt.

“So your mother took me to breakfast this morning because your driver informed her that we were seeing each other.” You say in a rush. Jin looks surprised, but you plough onward before he can interrupt. “Anyway, she basically told me to stay away from you because she didn’t want me having any hand in running the company since you’re the future heir,” You continue. “I think she has a very wrong idea of what is going on here, but anyway, I learnt something interesting!” You pause for dramatic effect. “She’s said the same thing to Sooyoung!”

Jin’s jaw drops. He is speechless for a moment, and then a pained look crosses his face.

“What?” He says slowly. You think his reaction is strange, but you are too triumphant with your discovery to ponder it.

“You hear me! I solved the mystery- your mum gave Sooyoung a scary “stay away from my son” talking to, and that’s why Sooyoung’s been refusing to date you for so long!” You explain. Jin looks absolutely horrified.

“Then you and I just… did something bad to Sooyoung- we-“ You are interrupted by the buzzer to Jin’s intercom going off. You glance at him, but he has gone very pale and looks in no state to answer the door.

“Can you get that, (Y/N)? I just… I need a minute.” He says breathlessly. Puzzled at his reaction, you nod, before strolling over to the door.

You don’t understand how intercoms work so you don’t check it before answering the door, instead just carelessly swinging it open.

Only for Sooyoung to be waiting on the otherside.

For a moment, you just stare stupidly at each other, and then you realise how bad this looks. It is still a little before 12, so the morning, and you are in Jin’s apartment, freshly showered and wearing his clothes, and answering his door.

“Sooyoung,” You say slowly, horror creeping into your expression as the gravity of the situation starts to occur to you. “I-“ You are not given a chance to explain yourself, because she turns and flees before you can get a word out, leaving you gaping after her.

In distress, you race towards Jin’s kitchen, your slippers skidding over the tiled floor.

“Jin!” You bellow, distressed. He looks alarmed.

“What, what is it?” He exclaims, starting violently. His hand shoots for the frying pan and he brandishes it before him, looking around wildly evidently expecting a house intruder.

“It was Sooyoung! She saw me, and-“ You don’t get to finish your sentence because as soon as Jin hears the name Sooyoung, he is gone, running out the door after her, still in his house slippers and without a jacket.

You go to call out after him but something stops you- your voice catches in your throat. The look of panic and horror on Jin’s face is frozen in you mind. You are not sure why but suddenly you very much want to go home. You don’t want to be here, in his apartment, waiting for him to come back from whatever talk he has with Sooyoung.

You leave without a second thought, taking the fire entrance to reduce your risk of running into them.

++

You have dinner alone that night. Your roommate has gone on some trip with her classmates and won’t be home over the weekend.

You are not sure why you feel so hollow inside but you do. For a while, you just stare blankly at your dinner, willing yourself the energy to actually eat it. Each mouthful feels like cotton and you curse your own lack of skill at cooking. You should have just had instant noodles instead of trying to be a functional adult. Because isn’t that what you’re always doing? Playing at being an adult when in reality you can’t handle something as simple as a functioning, healthy relationship?

You wonder what has you feeling so bitter. Jin had sent you a text as you struggled through your afternoon classes that wasn’t very helpful- all it said was “Things will work out. Don’t stress too much. Thank you.” That could mean anything! Sooyoung could have overdramatically rejected him, he and Sooyoung could have decided to elope, a car could have hit Sooyoung as she fled and given her amnesia. You wish he was better at texting.

Regardless, this is likely the source of the hollow feeling in your chest. Because Jin is finally making progress in his relationship. After years of stagnation, of one-sided pining, of hair-brained schemes that just ended with him drunk and upset on your couch or Taehyung’s, this is an actual, tangible step forward. Something he can work with- something he can do something about. But you’re still stuck in the same place you were all those years ago when you first realised how you felt about Taehyung. Tongue-tied like a nervous teenager, in love but miserable like the heroine of her own romantic tragedy. You’d always had a sense of solidarity in Jin, who not only knew your pain, but shared it, and was always there with a tub of ice cream when Taehyung had found a new partner. What would happen now, if things worked out with Sooyoung? Would you be stuck, forever frozen in time as the lovestruck teenager who was humiliated in front of her crush, while he moved on to marry and have kids and run a huge company and just generally be happy? It is silly and awful, but a part of you hoped that if Taehyung never returned your feelings, you and Jin could just be miserable together. Not romantically or anything, because you couldn’t feel that way about Jin if you tried, just, together. Companions, bonded through your aching hearts.

And now you are left behind in the dust, and you didn’t expect Jin getting his happy ending to be quite as… lonely as it is.

You are interrupted from your moping by Taehyung swinging open your door. You sigh- you knew you shouldn’t have told him where you hide your spare key. Taehyung comes into view, looking tired from a long day of doing who-knows-what. Probably sleeping through class and fighting with Jungkook. However, when he sees you, his expression changes. You do not know what he sees on your face, but his expression goes soft in the way that he only he manages. That gentle, concerned look in his eyes that you have seen so many times and is probably why your stubborn heart refuses to let go.

“(Y/N),” Taehyung says. “Are you ok? You look…”

Your mind flicks briefly to Jin’s text and how it is likely that he may finally be with Sooyoung after years of pining, and an odd sense of determination fills you. It sets in your gut, like molten lava cooling into stone. You have never been particularly inclined to confess your feelings to Taehyung. You’d always figured you’d pine like an idiot for most of your life and then die alone, maybe with Jin miserably napping on your couch. But with the sudden change to that plan, you suddenly don’t want to do that. You don’t want to live alone, never knowing for sure if something could have happened between you and Taehyung because you were too chicken to try.

“Taehyung.” You cut him off. He seems surprised at your interruption, but waits for you to continue, settling into the ground on the opposite side of the coffee table. “Do you remember the first time I ever got dumped?”

Confused, he nods, his expression growing distant as he recalls the event in question.

“Yeah?” He says, scratching awkwardly at the side of his face. It had been one of your more embarrassing moments, complete with ugly crying and a lot of comfort eating.

“You asked me then why he dumped me and I refused to tell you.” You remind him. He nods- he recalls the incident well enough. “Well, it was because I liked someone else and he could tell. They could all tell, every guy who I ever went on a date with.”

Taehyung looks surprised.

“Really? Who?” His expression morphs into horror. “It’s not Jin, is it? Oh gosh, tell me you haven’t spent the past five years pining over my brother.”

You shake your head and he visibly deflates with relief. But then confusion crosses his face.

“But then, who?” He asks. “It can’t have been Jungkook because we didn’t know him then… and Jimin has been with Chaeyoung almost as long as we’ve known him��� Namjoon?”

You wrinkle your nose and shake your head.

“Will you stop guessing, I’m trying to tell you something!” You scold. Chastened, he quiets down and gestures for you to continue. You remain silent, however, suddenly losing whatever courageous streak that has gotten you this far. Shutting your eyes, you summon your non-existent courage and charge ahead. “You know how you’ve always wondered why Jin and I are so close? And I always say it’s because we have a lot in common?”

Taehyung snorts.

“Yeah, that’s a lie if I ever heard one. I refuse to believe anyone who doesn’t spend 95% of their time admiring their reflection could have a lot in common with Jin.” He responds cheekily, and you let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh. Taehyung looks puzzled and a little afraid at the unnatural sound. “(Y/N)? Are you ok? I’m still not getting what you’re trying to say.”

“What we have in common is that we’ve both been in love with someone for the more than half a decade and they didn’t feel the same way.” You blurt. Taehyung’s jaw drops.

“That’s why? Because no one liked you?” He says.

“People have liked us!” You protest. “Just not the person we wanted to like us!” Taehyung wrinkles his nose.

“Now you’re referring to you and him as a ‘we’? What are you, a matching tea set?” He says, disgusted. You groan in frustration- this conversation wouldn’t have lasted half as long if you could just get it out. If you could just say the words you had been holding back since you were a 17 year old girl.

“It’s you Taehyung.” You finally manage. The words sting as they come out- you feel like you’ve just cut into an abscess, and now blood and debris are pouring out. “You were the one I liked. Always. Every time- this whole time it’s always been you and it’s only been you, no matter who I saw or who I met or who I dated.”

Your heartbeat roars in your hears and you feel like you’re free-falling to your death, hurtling towards the ground at thousand-kilometer speeds. Taehyung just stares blankly at you, his mouth slightly ajar. Is it always this painful confessing such a long-lasting love? You feel like you’ve just impaled yourself and Taehyung is watching you slowly bleed out.

“Taehyung?” You question, hoping to prompt some kind of response. The words come out as barely a whisper, and he starts violently, before accidentally looking into your gaze.

You can read his expression plain as day- you’ve been able to read his expressions since you both started high school and became inseparable friends, and with a plummeting feeling, you register the awful mixture of fear and confusion and panic in his eyes. He doesn’t feel the same way- you’ve just made a fool of yourself and ruined your friendship and all you will have to show for it is a broken heart. You don’t know what outcome you were expecting, because you knew hew didn’t feel the same way for but it still hurts like he’s punched you all the same.

You get abruptly to your feet with a quickness that has Taehyung nearly falling off his seat in surprise.

“I…” You begin, but you weren’t sure how you intended to finish the sentence. “Maybe we should…” You try again, but your voice dies away. Your voice has gone high and breathy with pain, and you look away, alarmed when you feel the humiliating sting of tears at the back of your eyes. “Let’s-“ You make one last attempt, but it is aborted by an awkward, choked sob that you had desperately tried to hold back.

It is what spurs Taehyung into action.

“(Y/N),” He says, scrambling to his feet and walking towards you. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

You feel like he’s slapped you. You feel stupid for being hurt. You feel a lot of things, and none of them are positive.

“I think you should leave.” You say quietly, avoiding his gaze by looking down when the first tear spills forward.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, you seem really upset-“ Taehyung protests, pressing his hands to your shoulders and shifting his position as he tries to meet your eyes.

“Just go!” You snap, tossing his arms from your shoulders. “Can’t you see I don’t want you here?”

You regret the quickness of your actions as soon as the hurt flashes in his eyes. You hug your arms around yourself and glance upwards, willing the tears to stop falling.

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I just- Can’t you please go?”

“I think we should talk about this.” Taehyung responds, instead of taking his leave as you request. It’s probably the first time in a very long time that he hasn’t respected your wishes, and he’s chosen the worst possible time to do it. “Just, just give me a second, ok? Stop trying to kick me out and let me think- you can’t spring something like this on me and then just expect me to-“

“I’m not expecting anything, Taehyung!” You protest vehemently. “I said I like you, and you don’t feel that same way, that’s it, end of story! I want you out of my home!”

“It’s not though!” He responds, throwing his arms up on the air. “You can’t honestly think that just because I don’t feel the same way, that that’s the end of the story, do you? What, our friendship goes down the drain now because I don’t reciprocate?”

The fight drains out of you rapidly as the weight of his words register. You droop, a tight feeling in your throat as you realise that he’s right- you can’t honestly expect to just end your friendship there just because he doesn’t feel the same way, can you? That’s childish and inconsiderate of Taehyung’s feelings.

“That’s not what I meant,” You finally say. “I just… I just need some space, ok? I was hoping that you… that you felt…”

You trail away, embarrassed, but the meaning hangs in the air without you voicing it- you were hoping that he felt the same way. Taehyung looks at you like you’ve punched him.

“(Y/N),” He starts, reaching for you, but you gently push him back.

“No, please don’t touch me right now.” You say quickly. You regret it when hurt flashes across his face. “What I mean to say is, I just need some space to sort myself out, and then we can go back to normal, ok? I just want some time to get over this. Can you give me that much?”

Taehyung very much looks like he can’t give you that much, but at the very end of the day, he could never truly go against your wishes, and so he visibly wilts.

“I… yeah, ok.” He says, his voice sounding gravelly like there are knives scraping against his vocal cords. “For how long?”

You shrug, feeling an empty sort of sensation within your chest. Like you heart has been sucked out of your ribs through a tiny opening and all that remains is a vacuum.

“I honestly don’t know.” You say, turning to lead him towards the door. You pause, turning back to him. “I’ll call you when I’m ready though, ok?”

Taehyung watches you as he takes his leave, his eyes forlorn like a sad puppy.

“Ok.” He says, softly and sadly, and the last thing you see before you close the door behind him are his melancholic brown eyes, staring straight into yours.

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Surprise parties

I have a challenge for you... can you write a angst/smut using 26 and 40 from your recent drabble list? It can be about any member. 26. BOI 40. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LIL BITCH

“I told her days in advanced and she still forgot my birthday”  Hoseok grumbled. Walking through the frozen neighborhood on the way to your place, cursing at his girlfriend for being so forgetful. It angered him how you could remember the stupidest things but when it came to the important things like his birthday you fucking forgot to call him in the morning to at least wish him a happy birthday, but no that’s too much to ask. “I swear she’s so inconsiderate and selfish, I organized a big party for her birthday and now for mine, she can’t even give me a card” he hissed. BACK AT YOUR APARTMENT “Okay, I texted Hoseok already so he’s gonna be here in a few minutes. Jin, do we have everything ready?” you asked the older male. “Yes, it’s all prepared for when he walks in” Jin confirmed. This was going to be the best surprise. You had been thinking of what to do for Hoseok’s birthday for weeks since he took it upon himself to remind you every day for the past few days. You were talking to Jimin about it about throwing him a party with all of his closest friends when Taehyung butts in the conversation to give you the most brilliant idea ever. He said to make him think that you forgot his birthday and surprise him with a nice party, which in your opinion was a good idea but you never thought that it could have its downsides. So here you were shushing everybody and pushing Jungkook off to the bathroom he desperately needed to use. “NOW EVERYBODY SHUT YOUR FUCKING PIEHOLES BEFORE HE COMES IN AND YOU RUIN EVERYTHING ARE WE CLEAR?!?” you yelled at all of the guests. “You’re the one that’s being loud dumbass” Yoongi muttered angrily. Yes, you were being loud but you had gone through a lot to get this all ready for your boyfriend and to be honest you just wanted to get over with it so that you could relax with Hoseok. “BOI I swear to Lord Jesus in heaven, if you do not shut up I will throw your scrawny little ass out this window” you hissed. “Pfft as if you could lift me up” he mumbled under his breath. You heard the doorknob jiggle so you all got in position, you were going to greet him normally, then everyone would pop up when you gave them the signal and either surprise him or scare the shit out of him, probably both. When Hoseok finally got to your apartment he was fuming, having the time that it took him to walk all the way here all he could think of was everything he was going to say to you. He saw you standing there in the living room with this stupid grin on your face,  he could not believe the audacity you had to smile at him when you forgot something as big as this. You were confused to say the least, never in your whole entire life had you seen Hoseok so angry. Did he have a bad day? Well, that’s alright because you were sure your little treat would cheer him up. Just as you were about to give the others the signal he exploded. “Do you know what fucking day it is? Huh, do you?” he spat, not even giving you a chance to answer because he was already yelling at you. “It’s my birthday. Did you know that? Probably not since your brain is too occupied with stupid little things to remember that you have a fucking boyfriend and that he was turning 23 today!” at this point Hoseok was seeing red, he didn’t even notice how you flinched at each venom laced word he spat at you. “Am I that worthless to you?” he asked in a softer tone, frantically looking in your eyes trying to find an answer. “Oh Hobi! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Jungkook screamed as he came out of the bathroom. Looking around he noticed that everyone was tense and still hiding. All of your guests slowly got up and wished Hoseok a happy birthday he even heard someone whisper “asshole” amongst the crowd of people. “I fucked up the surprise didn’t I?” Jungkook asked awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. “I think Hoseok beat you to it kid.” Namjoon said as he walked past Hoseok. Following Namjoon the bunch of people in your living room walked themselves out of the apartment, leaving you with a guilty man standing in front of you. Hoseok turned to see you just standing there looking like a kicked puppy. He really fucked up this time, how could he even think you could have forgotten his birthday. “I thought you had forgotten. Y/n I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” he pleaded. “I’m going to bed. Your cake is on the table.” you said. You walked to your room, face down trying to contain the tears that threatened to fall down your hot cheeks. Hoseok walked in your room, slowly trying not to disturb you in case you were actually sleeping. Seeing as you were wide awake and crying into your pillow made his heart break. He was such an ass to you, he had to make it up to you somehow. He sat on your bed next to you and you were turned around so that your back was facing him. This made him feel even worse. “Y/n, I’m truly sorry for everything I said to you. I don’t even know why I said all of those horrible things. I didn’t mean anything I said” he assured. There was no answer from you. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I made you feel like shit, you can make me feel like shit too. Hit me with your best insult no matter how cruel it is. I can take it” he demanded. “Hoseok I’m not going to insult you” you said. You were sad but who could resist Jung Hoseok? “I’m really sorry for ruining your surprise” he mumbled. “You can make it up to me” you suggested. “But how?” he asked. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me” you purred, crawling sensually towards him. You pulled Hoseok onto the bed so that he was resting his head against the bed frame, straddling his hips immediately after. Your hands slowly crept up his chest undoing every button of his shirt and pulling the bothersome clothing off of his body to have it thrown in some random corner of the room. He smashed his lips against yours, bruising them not that you really cared all you needed was to have him in you. Your tounges fought for dominance and he was currently winning. His hands roamed all over your body pulling your shirt over your head and slipping off you bra. He broke the heated kiss to latch his lips on one of your breasts, squeezing the other one with his hand and rolling the bud in between his index finger and thumb. “H-hoseok” you breathed. He hadn’t even done much to you and you could already feel the heat pooling in between your legs. He suddenly flipped you over, laying you gently on you back against the mattress, dragging his hands slowly down your body, admiring every inch of your being. “God you’re so beautiful” he whispered, gently pulling your pants down your legs and swiping one finger down your clothed heat. “You’re fucking soaked” he pulled off your panties, inserting a finger in your core and slowly pumping it in and out of you. You were a fucking mess under his use of his long, slim fingers that had you trembling in pleasure. “More Hoseok, more” you whimpered. He inserted another finger in you, fastening his pace by a little and massaging your breasts with his free hand. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you” he cooed. Your back was arched as he kept sliding his fingers in you, almost at the brink of your release he stopped, pulling his out of you and licking the juices off them. “Why’d you stop” you growled at him. He stood at the side of your bed, sliding off his tight pants and ridding himself of the constricting pair of boxers he had on. “I told you not to worry. Now I’m really going to take care of you”

OMFG This is the longest thing I’ve written I hope you enjoy it TELL ME IF I MADE ANT MISTAKES