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last to know | ch. 2: as always, even now
pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader
summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes backâ to seoul and in your life.
general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst, hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!
warnings: mentions of weight loss and a hospital, jeongguk has a panic attack (semi-detailed), problematic parent-child dynamics. let me know if i miss anything and please be kind!
word count: 5.3k
author's note: *peeks into the void* why hello there! let's pretend i didn't disappear off the face of the earth. earlier this year i went to see The Rose live for their dawn to dusk tour and it was so much fun! there's just a lot of things that have happened and continue to do so; please accept my sincerest apologies for being inconsistent! BUT. know that i haven't forgotten about this story. heh.
also a few more things: ⥠to put things into perspective: jeongguk, OC/reader, and woosung are all the same age; that also means they're as old as seokjin and yoongi in this fic. all the other members maintain their age. honorifics may or may not appear at times. if that bothers you, well, can't please everybody! ⥠this fic isn't beta'd nor proofread by anyone. we go rogue, always.
tags for interested readers will be open for as long as this fic is ongoing! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference!
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Woosung plants a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek and giggles.
Looking at him, you ask, âWhat was that for?â
âDo I need a reason?â Woosung teases as he chews on his jjajangmyeon. You chuckle at his candidness and reach out to wipe the sauce that landed on the corner of his lip. The both of you resorted to sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, using one of them as a makeshift table to place the food.
âIâm really happy you got to come today,â you muse, enjoying Woosungâs calming presence as he delicately places a piece of chicken karaage on your noodle bowl before setting his own down. You havenât seen him for a few days because he needed to get some new music done in preparation for his application to a recording agency as a performer and a producer. You were more than happy to support him in any way you could, including giving him his space to figure things out. It was also who Woosung wasâ a quiet soul who liked working in solitude.Â
You and Woosung are so much alike.
âWhy? Did you think Iâd forget?â Woosung teases, a smirk playing on his lips.Â
âNo, I just thought⊠maybe you needed more time to prepare for your application. Thatâs important.â
Woosung gently shakes his head, ready to disagreeâ âNothing will ever be as important to me as you.â
A slight pink dusted your cheeks. You didnât expect him to be this cheesy so early in the morning so you smile and cast your eyes back down to your meal.Â
â... I do have news for you, babe.â Woosung starts. He turns his body to face you. Giving your hundred percent attention, you cut the noodles with your teeth and place the bowl down. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you hum at his statement, âWhat is it?â
Woosung smiles and looks at you lovingly. You feel a bit self-conscious every time he stares at you so intensely and like clockwork, you feel your cheeks heat up.Â
âI got the job, sweetheart.â
Hearing the news leave his lips leaves you surprisedâ your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes start to water. âR-really?â Woosung nods and chuckles through his own teary eyes, you throw yourself at him to give him a tight hug. âWoosung, oh my godâ this isâ â you hold him by the shoulders, explore every inch of his face, elation in both of your heartsâ âthis is great, oh gosh I am so happy for you,â you hug him again.Â
You feel Woosungâs body relax instantly in your hold; it has been a journey, walking with Woosung through his own painful moments struggling with his art and passion. Two years ago, he came to Seoul desperately needing a break from life and music after many unsuccessful attempts to make it into the music industry back home in the United States. Although he and his bandmates have put out several songs in the past, they never really gained as much traction with an audience as they had hoped. Going back home to his roots in South Korea also meant leaving his bandmates behindâ they have been nothing but supportive of him and his time as they also needed to re-assess their own lives and figure out what they truly wanted.Â
Two years ago, Woosung also met you. Both your lives changed ever since.
âThank you for all your support, ____⊠you know I wouldnât have been able to get through all this if it werenât for you.â Woosung whispers, tightening his hold on your waist. You feel this, you feel everything when it comes to himâ so you wrap your arms tighter around him, too. âThis is all you, babe. This is all your hard work.â
You both stay that way for a while. Unspoken words are left hanging, as well. You both know well what might become of all this as you always try to communicate. You believe it is what has sustained your relationship for so long.Â
Both of you know that Woosung will always belong to musicâ itâs his dream and the reason why he took so many risks along the way. It was only a matter of when. The possibilities have always been thereâ should there be a moment where Woosung would return to his career, to his band, to becoming a global star. The fears that come along with those possibilities were also ever-present: what you and Woosungâs future would look like.Â
All of these thoughts come rushing to the both of you, but neither of you said anything.
For now, the both of you are happy. And that is enough.
When you parted from each other, you pushed away some of the hair that fell over Woosungâs eyes. âWhen do you start?â
Woosung takes a deep breath, âAs soon as the higher-ups get settled in. Iâve been told theyâve recently landed in Seoul so it shouldnât be too long now. Iâll be meeting with the owners and one of them is the lead producer. I heard he was a genius, but also a bit scary. Theyâve also given me a signing bonus and a potential collaboration with him⊠that was new⊠he said they liked my work so muchâŠâ
âWow, that⊠that sounds so exciting, baby. How are you feeling about all of this?â
âIâm nervous, for the most part,â Woosung murmurs, readjusting the collar of his shirt. Itâs been a while since I talked to someone else about music professionally and⊠this companyâ Iâve heard so many wonderful things about it. For one, it was built by musicians, too. So Iâm hoping theyâre not just doing all of it for the business.âÂ
You smile warmly at Woosung and hold his hands. âYouâre going to do great, you know that, right?â
Woosung draws in a breath and nods before meeting your eyes.Â
That night, Woosung couldnât sleep. He watches over you as you dream and when a strand of your hair falls on your face after moving a bit, he tucks it behind your ear. His fingers lightly dance while grazing the side of your face. Woosung sighs as a feeling of anxiety starts to creep into his heart. He loves change, but he cannot help but feel somewhat scared about it anyway. He gets so lost in his thoughts about you that he doesnât notice you wake up.
âBaby, hey⊠youâre still awake.â
Your voice brings Woosung back to the present. Seeing your sleepy eyes under the sliver of moonlight that passes through your window makes his heart do a mini somersaultâ it always does.
âHmm⊠I couldnât sleep,â Woosung says. You scoot closer to him, his arm going under your shoulders to support your body in an embrace.Â
âTell me whatâs on your mind,â you whisper, eyes closed, inhaling his scentâ him.Â
âJust⊠things. Iâm not sure how to articulate them yetâŠâ
You hum, âThen Iâll just stay like this with you to keep you warm⊠warmth helps you sleep, right?â
Woosung nods, bringing your body closer to his. âHm⊠especially your warmth.â Seconds later, he feels you breathe deeper, letting him know that youâre about to let yourself succumb to sleep once more. âI love you.â
When no response came from you, Woosung closed his eyes. Then suddenly, in the stillness of the night, he feels your hand squeeze his ever so lightly.
âI love you, too.â
âHyung, I think thatâs the saltââ Jimin starts.
Seokjin snorts, stopping with the shaker in his hand mid-air, âWhat do you mean, Jimin-ah, I think I know the difference between salt and sugar.â He was about to potentially put salt on the croffle in front of him, leaving Jimin feeling both very nervous and distressed.
âLast time, I remember you put the sugar in a different container because a customer accidentally broke the original shaker. The color of the cap was blue, not red. Thisââ he pointed at the shaker Seokjin was holding, ââ is obviously not blue.â
âYah, that happened last week, but I already switched them out two days agoââ Seokjin tries to argue.
They didnât notice Woosung enter the cafe until he spoke, âWhy donât you just taste it?â
âOh hey, Woosung-hyung,â Jimin greets.
âHey, Jimin. Good to see you,â Woosung replies as Jimin nods, his eyes turning into crescents as soon as he smiles.
Seokjin scoffs once more before greeting Woosung, but he relents and tastes whatever is inside the shaker. When he makes a funny face, Jimin and Woosung chuckle.
âTold ya, hyung. Tell us I saved your life.â
âI canât believe this is salt, I knew I already switched it outââ
With possible disaster averted, Jimin doesnât listen to Seokjinâs monologue anymore, âYouâre here early today, hyung. Would you like to order the usual?â
âActually, I am here to buy a mango parfait⊠____âs fridge is crazy cold and the frozen mangoes are, well, too frozen. I might actually break the blender. I also forgot to make her usual overnight oats. We had to move a lot of things very quickly yesterday so she could have a bed to sleep on.â
âI got you, hyung. We just finished making a fresh batch of parfaits. Do you want one, too?â Jimin asks.
âAre there other flavors?â
âBlueberry and strawberry,â Seokjin adds.
âIâll take one blueberry, then. Thanks.â Woosung gets ready to pay, but Seokjin waves him away. âItâs on the house.â
âYou always give us free stuff, Seokjinââ Woosung tries to argue, but Seokjin shakes his head immediately.
âTaking care of my sister is more than enough, Woosung-ah.â
Woosung gives Seokjin a tight smile and nods. Seokjin then asks, albeit softer, âHow is she doing lately?â
âSheâs doing better,â Woosung reassures. âShe has been painting more recently; not just because of her job at the university, but also at home. Weâre going to set up her studio today so it should be fun.â
âThatâs good to hear, right hyung?â Jimin turns to Seokjin, who nods. Jimin hands Woosung a paper bag with the parfaits. âI put some new desserts weâre experimenting with. Please give them a try.â
Woosung peeks at the paper bag and sees croissants and greenish muffins, presumably matcha-flavored. âOh wow, thank you Jimin⊠I wonât take up too much of your time, guys. ____ is still sleeping and I need to clean up the mango disaster I left on her kitchen counter before she wakes up.â
Seokjin chuckles, âYou really came all the way here for parfaits when you could have bought these anywhere near ____âs apartment.â
âAh, but nothing beats your parfaits, Seokjin. A wise man once told me that,â Woosung smiles. He and Seokjin instantly formed a bond the moment they met two years ago, much to your relief. Youâve always been nervous to tell your brother anything remotely new about your love lifeâ and you understand where he is coming from.
âWell whoever that wise man is must be pretty smart,â Seokjin replies. His eyes soften right afterward. âGo. Letâs have a drink sometime, yeah?â
âSure thing,â Woosung waves goodbye to Seokjin and Jimin.
Jeongguk walks the hallway of the recording studio, still groggy from sleep. Hands in his pockets, he stood outside Yoongiâs door, staring at his peculiar mat: a cat with its middle finger raised, the words âfuck offâ glaring at him. Figures, he thought. A doormat wonât stop him from ringing Yoongiâs doorbell, though.
âWho is it?â he hears Yoongi call out.
âItâs your favorite person in the whole wide world,â Jeongguk says, sarcasm lacing his voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose; a habit he developed in college whenever he felt the exhaustion seep out of him. He hears scuffling from the other side of the door until the sound of the doorâs automatic lock rings. Jeongguk sees Yoongi clad in a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a gray beanieâ his signature style.Â
âDumbass,â Yoongi mutters under his breath before turning his back to return to his equipment. âGood morning to you too,â Jeongguk teases as he closes the door behind him.Â
âHow are you already set up? Itâs barely a day since we arrived!â
Yoongi chooses not to respond.Â
âYouâre kidding me, right?â Jeongguk asks in disbelief. âPlease tell me you at least went home to get your shit sorted? Or maybe sleep like normal human beings do?â
âI did⊠for a brief moment, maybe?â Yoongi starts.
Jeongguk shakes his head, âYou have to stop spreading yourself thin, Yoongi. Itâll be the death of you.â
Yoongi fiddles with a few knobs on the synthesizer before muttering, âThat doesnât seem so badâ spreading myself too thin, that is.â
Jeongguk throws his hands up in surrender and rolls his eyes.
âHave I succeeded in frustrating you to hell and back, yet?â Yoongi smirks while continuing to flit his eyes through the numerous screens in front of him.
Jeongguk was about to say something but then the door alarm clicked. Kim Namjoonâs head peeks out from behind the door.
âI came to say my welcome remarks,â Namjoon says as he lets himself in. Jeonggukâs mouth falls open because he couldnât believe Namjoon could just easily waltz in without any resistance. Whatâs even more astounding was that he knew Yoongiâs passcodeâ while he, on the other hand, had to ring the fucking doorbell.
âOh, great. So your boyfriend knows your passcode and I donât?â Jeongguk asks.
âHe isnât my boyfriend,â Yoongi states, matter-of-factly. Jeongguk couldnât help but glance at Namjoonâs way, who seemed unfazed.
âRight, and Iâm Neil Armstrong,â Jeongguk plops down on the couch.
âYouâre the CEO, Jeongguk, of course, you should know the passcode⊠right, Yoongi?â says Namjoon, ever the oblivious one.Â
Yoongi continues to do work on his computer, his fingers deftly flying across his keyboard, âDonât encourage him, Namjoon.â
Namjoon looks back at Jeongguk who has now taken an interest in the plant beside the couch. When they met each otherâs eyes, Namjoon just shrugged, his dimples showing.Â
âHow was your flight, you guys? I hope everything was easy peasy.â
âEasy peasy lemon squeezy,â Jeongguk responds. âNot sure about Yoongi here though. He looked like he was about to puke.â
âShut up,â Yoongi retaliates.
âI canât imagine the both of you tolerating each other while in another country. Itâs a miracle this production company is still standing upright,â Namjoon says chuckling.Â
Namjoon met Jeongguk first in university while they studied in New York. Although Jeongguk was a business student and Namjoon double majored in music theory and composition, they ran into each other at a frat party-â with Jeongguk being drunk off his ass. He was about to fall into the pool full of piss (which the other frat members thought was funny) when Namjoon saved him in the nick of time.Â
Apart from Yoongi, Namjoon also served as Jeonggukâs confidant, especially after things went south between you and Jeongguk. When the dust settled and Jeongguk was sober enough to realize the gravity of his mistakes, Namjoon helped Yoongi pick up the pieces of Jeonggukâs brokenness. As with time passing by, Namjoon and Yoongi started to develop into something more, too. Much to Jeonggukâs delight and envy.
However, neither Yoongi nor Namjoon has admitted their feelings to the other. And truth be told, Jeongguk is sick of them dancing around each other.
But he also knows itâs none of his business.
âHey, Jeongguk, is that family dinner of yours still happening tonight?â Yoongi decides to ask. Also probably to change the subject.
Jeongguk lets out a deep sigh. âYes, it is.â
âOuch. Will you be alright?â Namjoon asks out of genuine concern.
âI donât really have a choice.â
âYou always have a choice, Jeongguk-ah,â Yoongi inserts. âYou just need to work on making the right ones.â
Jeongguk slacks his jaw and runs his tongue across his lip ring. He doesnât really have an answer to that.
Because once again, Yoongi was right. Not just about the damn family dinner; Jeongguk also knows his best friendâs words run deeper and imply a whole lot more than just feeling forced to sit down with his parents over steak and champagne.
âSee you on the other side, then,â Namjoon says as he pats Jeongguk on the shoulder before leaving the room.
Jeongguk mulled over bringing flowers to the family dinner but decided against it.
He knows that the house would be filled with them, anyway. And his efforts wonât matter, either.
As he got out of his car, a chauffeur was already by his side ready to take his keys for him. When the car drove off, Jeongguk took a moment to look at the house he hadnât lived in for years. It feels odd to come home; it feels even odder to feel numb about all of it.
It took Jeongguk a few seconds to ring the doorbell; for godâs sake, it was his house too, he thought. Ringing the doorbell meant he was a strangerâ which he felt was appropriate.
He was greeted by a new housekeeper. He gave her a nod before stepping inside. Almost instantly, his mother appeared at the top of the staircase. They look at one another for a moment, before his mother breaks the silence.
âYou finally decide to show yourself.â
Jeongguk doesnât move. Doesnât respond, either. He was prepared for a stare-off match with his mother, but that was until his father showed up from the kitchen. With a dish towel in hand, Jeonggukâs father smiled at him as he placed a hand on his sonâs shoulder.
âItâs so good to see you, son.â
Jeongguk, once more, doesnât have it in him to respond.
At the dinner table, the silence was so loud, that Jeongguk thought it could break glass.
âDid you settle in fine, Jeongguk?â his father asks.
âYes, father, I did.â
âYou should have chosen a place that was nearer to us, Jeongguk,â his mother chides.
âHoneyâŠâ Jeonggukâs father tries to put out a fire that is about to ignite. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was so tired from the flight and emotionally, that he felt a need to retaliate.
Because why not? Whether he speaks up or not wasnât really up to him. Between him and his mother, he has nothing to lose.
âI donât know, mother, I chose that place because I wanted to get away from here as much as possible.â Jeongguk remarks. He knows he hit a nerve because his mother downed her champagne rather than respond.
âHow is the company going, son? Everything doing alright?â his father asks, trying to mitigate a conflict that neither of them could recover from.
âI guess. Yoongi and I havenât managed to burn anything so thatâs nice,â Jeongguk eats a spoonful of mashed potato. He knows he really needs to shut up and regulate his emotions, but he just canât help but be sarcastic.
Once more, the silence won. However, Jeonggukâs mother is the type to not back down.
âYou should think about getting married soon, Jeonggukââ she starts. Jeongguk feels himself grow cold as if on instinct.Â
ââand this time, we want you to marry someone your level,â she finishes. Jeongguk felt his heart twisting so painfully that he didnât notice how tight he held on to his cutlery.
Jeongguk swallows the once-repressed pain that used to consume him whole. He knows this is futile because he never dares to face his regrets square in the face. Instead, he allows the pain to make him angry. He allows his resentment to consume him in ways he doesnât know how to handle and in a pained effort to avoid causing further damage, he remains quiet. Unresponsive. Cold. Withdrawn.
But his own mother is even more cold-hearted than he is. She is the one who made him like this.
Itâs her fault.
âYou need to marry a good woman who can keep up with your social status. Remember youâre not just anyone, Jeongguk. Youâre a Jeon. And you have a legacy to uphold,â his mother condescends.Â
Tears start to sting Jeonggukâs eyes, but he doesnât want to let his mother win. So he keeps still.
âI have a few prospects for you, dear. We should set dates for them, donât you think so? I chose the most refined and educatedââ Jeongguk hates how his mother knows how to push his buttons and hurt him.
He knows that his mother knows his ultimate weakness.
You.
And because his mother cannot contain her insecurities and prejudice, she projects it all on her son. But most especially, youâ whether you were in the room or not.
Jeonggukâs mother continues her monologue. His father miserably fails to become the referee (he always does). Heat starts to rise Jeonggukâs neck and he swears he could hear his own blood pumping through his ears. What almost immediately follows is the high-pitched ringing that only he can hear.Â
Jeongguk starts to feel dizzy; like heâs about to lose control.
But instead of releasing, instead of crying, instead of getting angryâ he does none of them.Â
He finds himself standing up, his hands dragging the plate full of food to the ground. With all his might, Jeongguk tries to breathe deeply.
âThatâs enough, mom.â Jeongguk croaks. A tear escapes his eye. âPlease.â
Jeongguk rarely addresses her as âmomâ. But in times of vulnerability and helplessness, itâs the term he ends up using.
âAs I expected⊠you are still weak, Jeongguk.â his mother states with absolutely no remorse.
Jeongguk feels like he is about to throw up. To save himself, he drags his legs to leave the dining area. Housekeepers try to help him, but he brushes them aside. Security guards around the house up until the gate tried to support him, but Jeongguk just waved them all off.
He just needed to get away before his vision completely blurred. He needed to get out of this godforsaken house.
It was a miracle that Jeongguk got far away from the house as he had. But in doing so, he felt physically weaker and weaker. His mind isnât done with him yet as thoughts of you start to resurface. His chest starts to tighten again. He feels cold and afraid and tired.
Jeongguk falls to his knees on the side of the road; he allows his body to go limp and fall to the ground.Â
He barely remembers what happened next.
When Jeongguk opens his eyes, bright, stale lights greet him.Â
He hears beeping, faint footsteps, a voice over an intercom.
He feels something brushing his leg so gently that it takes him a while before realizing that someone is standing over him, wiping the edge of his slacks.
Jeongguk squints his eyes to get a better look at the person touching his leg. When he tries to elevate his upper body, the person in front of him feels him moving.
Jeongguk couldnât believe who he was seeing. His panic attack must still be happening because it was impossible.
It was you.
âOh⊠hi,â you start. Jeongguk is at a loss for words so he continues to stare at you.
You immediately feel self-conscious so you start to wrangle the damp cloth you were holding.Â
âAre you okay? Hang on, Iâll call the nurseââ
You start to leave, but Jeongguk catches your wrist. He doesnât know what heâs doing. You look at his hand on your wrist before Jeongguk lets go of it.
âW-what happened?â
âYouâre at the hospital⊠um, Iâ I got a call from them saying you were here,â you say.
Jeonggukâs eyebrows met. He is still confused as to how or why the hospital would call you. As he looks at you, in the flesh, in front of him, the familiar ache in his chest threatens to overwhelm him again.
You look as beautiful as ever, even more so than the last time he saw you. The last time he did, you were crying to him. He did that to you. That was his fault.
âAre you hurt, anywhere, Jeongguk? I think I need to call your doctor, just give me a secondââ
âNo⊠please. Iâm okay. I donât feel any pain.â Except for my broken heart.
âOh⊠okay.â
Jeongguk observes you, more particularly your hands. You still have that habit of fiddling with your fingers when you didnât know what to do, he thinks.Â
âH-how did the hospital call you? You didnât change your number?â Jeongguk is a hundred percent sure his choice of questions was dumb, but he doesnât have any idea as to why youâre here.
âThe hospital told me I was your emergency contact⊠they uhâ they only found your wallet on you and found this,â you explain as you handed him his wallet. Inside was an old piece of paper with your emergency contact number and e-mail address.
âThe e-mail address is now defunct, but my number is still the same because I had it reactivated when I came back hereâŠâ
When I came back here, Jeongguk repeated to himself.Â
Jeongguk wanted to ask you a million questions, but his throat feels dry and he is unable to speak.Â
âI um, I also called Yoongi. He should be here any minute,â you continue. When Jeongguk looks at you funny, you give him a small smileâ the first one youâve given him since he woke up. âWe talk sometimes.â
There is a lot of information that Jeongguk needs to process but his head hurts a lot and he makes a mental note to interrogate his friend later.
You move to grab and open the plastic bag that is on the bedside table. You pull out a pair of black socks. Jeongguk sees you hesitate a bit before speaking again.
âI got these across the street⊠your socks got wet from the rain.â
âOh.â Jeongguk feels really dumb.
âMay I?â you tentatively ask. âYour feet will get cold if we donâtâand you have the IV on so you wonât be able to use your handsââ
âItâs okayâŠâ Jeonggukâs response startles you. âThank you.â
You nod and sit by his feet to put on the new socks. Jeongguk feels the tears again but he tries to hold them back as he feels your touch and your warm fingers graze his bare, cold skin. When youâre done putting them on him, you smile to yourself.
âDoes that feel better?â you ask.
Jeongguk nods and hums. He took his time to look at you and to his mild surprise, you reciprocated. A sense of stillness seemed to occur like time stopped just so Jeongguk could fully take in the sight of you.
He hurriedly tries his best to memorize all your featuresâold and new. Your face is smaller, your cheekbones higher; both indicative of you losing a bit of weight since he saw you last. Your eyes are softer, but also more tired. You also grew out your hair.Â
To Jeongguk, you are still so beautiful.
And he missed you so much that his heart hurt again at the thought of losing you.
âHow are yââ Jeongguk tries to ask, but the door to his hospital room slid open, revealing a disheveled Yoongi.
âJeongguk, are you okay? What happened?â
Jeongguk notices you quickly moving aside to give Yoongi room.Â
âIâm fine, Yoongi. I guess I just passed out andââ
âYou had another panic attack, Jeongguk. Thatâs the second time this week. Have you taken your medication?â
Yoongiâs string of questions had Jeongguk feeling anxious. He just had the unexpected chance of seeing you again but under the most dire circumstances. Surely, it wasnât the time for you to hear about his mental health issues.
âYoongi, can weââ Jeongguk tried to save face, but Yoongi was faster.Â
Yoongi turns to you and hugs you. âIâm sorry, ____, you must have been so confused.â
âNo, not at all, Iâm⊠Iâm glad I could be of help,â you reassure. More so for Jeongguk because you know this must be very awkward for him.Â
A bit of awkwardness did happen because none of you spoke for a bit. Your phone ringing was the only saving grace.
âHello? Oh, okay. Iâll be right out,â you answer the other person on the line. Hanging up, you say, âUm⊠I should get going.â
âIs someone picking you up?â Yoongi asks.
âYes, Taehyungâs just a few minutes away,â you answer.
Yoongi nods and pulls you in for another hug. He whispers his thanks and you respond by hugging him tighter.
You also approach Jeongguk a little closer. âTake care of yourself, Jeongguk.â You see the pain in his eyes, but you refuse to acknowledge it to yourself, even if Jeonggukâs eyes were brimming with unshed tears and his nose was already pink.
Jeongguk doesnât want you to go. But again, he has no choice but to let you.
âYou too, ____.â
As soon as you close the door, Jeongguk allows his tears to fall.
As soon as you get into the car, Taehyung asks his questions.
âWhy the hell did you just come out of a hospital?â
âTaeââ
âAre you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Youâre the only one there? What happened?â You can feel the panic rising in Taehyung as he inspects you, but you just chuckle.
âYahâyou laugh?â
âIâm fine, Taehyung,â you tell him but he doesnât look convinced. âI really am.â
âThen why were you in there?â
âI saw Jeongguk again, Tae,â you calmly respond.
Taehyung freezes. âYouâre joking, right?â
âIâm not,â you answer.
âAnd youâre⊠are you okay?â
âI am.â
Taehyung knows you better than that but he gives you a pass because he could also tell you were tired and your short answers mean that you didnât want to talk just yet.
âDo you want to talk about it over ice cream and fries?â
For a second, you felt tempted, but you just also wanted to go home. âMaybe some other time, Taehyung.â
Taehyung understands immediately and nods. âShould I take you to Woosung hyung or do I take you home?â
You do want to see Woosung because you know he is what you need, but you also donât want to burden him with a bombshell of an event so you opt to be alone for the night. âTake me home, please.â
âOkay, ____,â Taehyung answers.
The rest of the car ride was a quiet one.
The short walk in the hallway leading to your home is a heavy one. As you punch in your passcode, you deeply sigh. You want nothing more than to collapse on the bed and ruminate on what just happened over the past few hours.
However, the moment you open the door, a wave of delicious scents welcomes you home. As you take off your shoes, you see a familiar pair. You smile to yourself as you place yours beside it.Â
You enter your home further and see Woosung with his back to you, working his way in the kitchen. As if on cue, Woosung turns around and walks toward you.Â
âHey you,â you say with a smile.
âHi,â Woosung responds, gathering you in his arms and pulling you into a tight embrace. âDid you have a good day, today?â
You feel yourself swallow once before nodding. Woosung, ever the sensitive boyfriend, holds you tighter.
You know you canât hide from him. So you hold on to him tighter, too.
And you allow yourself to break down and cry.
Woosung feels your body shake and he runs his hand across your back to soothe you.Â
He may not know whatâs going on right now, but he also knows you will talk to him when youâre ready. So he continues to embrace you; kissing the side of your head after a while.
Woosung whispers against your ear, âYouâre safe with me, sweetheart.â
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I'm in love
Oh my God, I think I'm starting to get obsessed with TXT and The Rose ='( Yeonjun and Kai are so beautiful and perfect and wonderful⊠and Woo-sung and Dojoon from The Rose are so cute and beautiful...
I'm thinking of maybe starting to write something about them too
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Coming 04/26/24
âSomehow Jimin has already sexiled us.â Namjoon says with slight irritation seeping into his tone. He pinches the bridge of his nose before looking back at you. âSo, letâs go explore the city.â
âJimin works fast, huh?â You laugh stepping out of your hotel room to follow.
#teaser#route 613#route 613 chapter 6#Kim namjoon x reader#namjoon x reader#namjoon x you#min yoongi#park jimin#Kim woosung#Kim Matthew#min yoongi x you
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you're okay | myg (m)
Summary:Â Let it hurt and burn. Let it out; and then let it fade away. Let it heal. Yoongi can't lift all your burdens, but he has taught you at least this much over the years.
âł pairing: Yoongi x reader âł rating: 18+ âł genre: s2l/est. rel.; angst, fluff, smut âł warnings: this one's heavy :') pov switches, switching between past and present, reference to the d-day documentary, mental health issues, therapy, depression and anxiety, mentioned unaliving attempt, mentions of fainting, slight mention of SA, implied panic attack, lots of trauma, lots of sadness, healing journey/healing with yoongi, feelings of loneliness, feeling unworthy, oc is very unsure and thinks she's a burden, tears and crying; explicit sexual content: (brief) protected sex, oral (f. receiving), masturbation, kissing/making out. please heed the warnings <3 âł word count: 11.5k âł a/n: hi hi. not the average taegularities fic, i think. once again, please do note the warnings before reading. it's okay if it's too heavy and you need breaks â take care of yourself. it's a very very personal piece that i just needed to get out of my system. yoongi's snooze inspired it; i still cry when i listen to it â i'm thankful it saved me in so many ways, and i hope you feel the same way about this fic. i love you all; here's to healing and living đ âł listen to: snooze by agust d ft. ryuichi sakamoto & woosung đ€
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The weather changes at warp speed these days.
When you left just this morning, it was raining buckets. The shower barely allowed a glimpse at the sky, grey as smoke; ominous clouds were bursting, fast cars and busy passengers on the sidewalk rushing through the world.
You were one of them, not necessarily impressed by the downpour. But you smiled when someone halted, stretching an arm to force the doors of the bus open until you were inside.
The tender gesture lit up your gloomy morning, a proof of how the world isnât all misery and ruin. For a couple minutes and hours, that strangerâs smile lifted the weight off your leather jacket clad shoulders. You were burdened by nothing but the bag hanging on your side.
But now, the same jacket is draped over your arm and feels much heavier than before; stripped off when the sun broke through the clouds around the afternoon. The additional weight gives you grief; youâre relieved when you hang it onto a rack, step out of your shoes and drag yourself to the bathroom.
God, all actions seem so passive these days.
Passive and automatic, just half-conscious. Youâre fatigued and lost in your head. Frankly, you need your bed. You hate that you still need to shower. You wish you could skip that part and still keep your body healthy and clean.
And as you stand under the water, shifting your balance to the right leg and back, you realise that another work day is over and another one is coming. Interactions, productivity, the craving your bed. You need the weightlessness.
So much so that you soon feel the knot in your chest, intensifying, and the heat of the water combines with an uncomfortable breathlessness until your knees bend a little. Immediately, you plant your palms against the bathroom tiles, taking a seat on the shower floor.
You cross your legs; the thought of your father is immediate because he always taught you to take a seat wherever once you start feeling dizzy. Since that one adolescence day when you passed out and hurt your chin, you have followed this advice and prevented worse.
Your head spins for a moment, your chest tight; and you hear a dull thump. Thereâs an odd rustle in your ears, mixed with the sound of the dripping water; so you donât notice the call of your name right away.
Keeping your answer absent for another moment, you only wrap your arms around your chest, just to keep yourself whole. You feel like your body might fracture into a dozen pieces.
The shampoo bottle that presumably caused the thump before rolls against you, and you gasp in uncomfortable surprise; immediately hear another slurred, âHey! Are you okay? Whatâs going on?â
It's him; heâs always worried. Maybe thatâs what youâve been struggling with so much lately. The fact that you never suffer alone whenever the weight on your shoulder and brain drags you down too far.
A worried voice chimes again, breaking the sound of the shower jet, and you suddenly become hyper aware of his concern, rushing to finally get out. You exclaim a reassuring, âAll good!â before the silence can prolong or betray you.
His calls stop, probably relieved when you add another, âComing.â
You envelop your body in your towel; just a moment later, he knocks. You wouldâve opened even if he hadn't.
Yoongi stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and breathes in the sauna-esque air. His mouth turns into a surprised circle, and he blinks before he blows out a breath and states, âYou showered hot today, huh?â
âMhh,â you hum, âthe sun never keeps me from doing so. Feels good.â
He smiles, watches your lotioned hands hydrate your skin, very slowly and very delicately. When you sigh in something he interprets as fatigue, he asks, âDo you need help?â
Four simple words, but they soothe something in your wrinkly, grey brain. The knot of stress loosens just a little, and you sigh deeply, telling him, âYes, please.â
He doesnât hesitate to step behind you, picking up the pink, wooden brush lying on the laundry basket next to you to release the knots in your wet hair. For a couple of minutes, you indulge in the massage; and then wallow in the feeling of his hands on your face, taking over to do your skincare.
And then, gentle as he is, he helps you into your clothes. You feel somewhat pathetic, but most of all, thankful â anything to get through the night.
âYou all set?â he asks once heâs done, palms on your shoulders. You touch the digits of his left hand, leading them to your lips to kiss them softly before you nod.
You follow him into the living room, detecting the still present sunrays protruding through the spots that the sheer curtains donât filter. Itâs not dark yet, but the light is slowly fading. The star is preparing to drown behind the horizon, dusk in motion.
The pretty hues give you a brief yet strange burst of motivation; often, you fear the night more despite its serene reputation. Too dark, too haunting.
Yoongi has already set the table; he starts to ladle the sundubu-jjigae into your bowl, rice in another smaller dish next to it. You sit; you feel endlessly indebted and silently terrified at once. The food looks amazing, so the taste isnât the problem.
Your boyfriend is a good cook, and you thank the deities every day for his existence. It was much harder to get by and assemble a meal when you lived alone.
But your expression is still the opposite of what itâs supposed to be, and when he sees it, he asks, âYou good? Have you eaten yet?â
âNo.â
âThen eat a little, okay? As much as you can.â
You gulp, oblige. You know your body calls for it, so you listen to it, chewing a couple bites, even though it feels impossible to actually swallow. God; you need to stop your chest and stomach from trying to convince you that everything is heavy.
Your clothes, your heart, your thoughts.
You know it isnât true. It drives you mad when your own brain proves this treacherous, attempting to lie to you like this.
Then again, energy dwindles faster these days. Your body knows; maybe thatâs why you feel tired. You need to sleep â maybe that could help you feel a bit more feathery.
But shit, you wish there was a more efficient charger for human beings than sleep, so you could be productive. Your mind wonât let you sleep properly anyway.
âIs it good?â Yoongi asks, interrupting your thoughts. Heâs always the first to notice when youâre overexerting yourself, even just at dinner.
âItâs very good,â you respond truthfully, even raising your voice to make yourself sound livelier, âas Iâd expect from you.â
âThen Iâm glad. Thought Iâd make you something good, since you worked longer.â
âAlways attentive, arenât you?â
âI try to be.â His spoon drops in his bowl, and he reaches out, touching your cheek just long enough for your heart to stir. âHow was work?â
HmâŠ
You donât remember too well. You know you went there at least, and you know you did whatever you had to â but you canât recall details. So all you say without dousing the atmosphere in negativity is, âAs always.â
âWas Nayeon at work today?â
âNope,â you tell him, sending wordless, good vibes towards your best work buddy. âStill sick. A stomach bug, I think. I really hope she feels better soon.â
âSana again then?â
âYeah, spent most of the day with her. Sheâs always so sweet, though⊠I should talk to her more often.â
You dig into your rice again, trying it with a bigger bite this time. Then, you shake your head in apology, looking back at Yoongi as you ask, âAh, Iâm sorry, baby⊠how was work for you?â
âAs always,â he echoes, âthought of you a lot.â
âMhm⊠obsessed much?â you jest, trying a little beam.
âYou know me.â
Thatâs it. You nod; you understand the weakness of your smile, so you lower your head altogether. He sees; of course he does. Yet, he waits and watches you toy with your food. You know the question is approaching before it lands, âAnother low?â
Another lowâŠ
You could cry. You could burst into tears immediately if you didnât feel so⊠empty. A vacant soul, pieces coloured by nothing but him. Yoongi sparks the magic most of the time, even drilling through the numbness.
âYeah,â you whisper, not crying yet, but the corners of your mouth drop. âItâs been a while.â
âMonths, yes? Which is great, my love.â His voice is so mellow, deep, like an antidote. âYouâre doing really well.â
âYeah.â
You are. Because at one point in your life, you used to feel this way all the time. Ever since you found somebody to rely on, someone who listens, youâve gotten a bit better. He puts you together as if heâs resolving a dispersed puzzle.
But certain phases at certain times still hit you unexpectedly, like a revved up truck.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Yoongi offers.
âThereâs nothing really to talk aboutâŠâ
âOkay. Do it if you need to, though, okay? Eat a little more?â
You do. Fuck, you feel so babied sometimes; you wonder if he discerns things like this, too. That he isnât really taking care of and loving his girlfriend, but rather babysitting a broken child.
You whoosh the thought away with a blink, finishing more than half of your meal before you set the cutlery aside. You down the last bite with cold water, sauntering to the bathroom, and then meet Yoongi on your bed.
He probably already put the food in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher; he mustâve operated rapidly to be here already, awaiting you. The laptop is open and its screen bright, and you know without stepping onto the mattress that heâs opened YouTube.
Less for him, more for you.
If he wanted to spend the remaining minutes of the night scrolling through reels, he could easily do so on his phone. But no⊠this feels more like an invitation. A quick, sweet date before sleep, just to watch a few animal videos that rarely ever fail to make you smile.
As you crawl into him, watching cats protecting newborn babies or dogs jumping their owners affectionately, you do smile. You laugh, even. You feel somewhat at ease here with him, but you know youâll go back to ground zero in the morning.
When youâve left and heâs gone to work.
And you hate it. You hate that youâre dependent on him like this⊠Yoongi calls it finding comfort in somebody you love, and you donât disagree. But adding to this, you think youâre limiting his options by shackling yourself to him.
By demanding that comfort.
You sigh in his arms, breathing calmer than before, but not enough to sleep. Yet, he asks, âHey⊠sweetheart. Are you awake?â
âI am.â
âIâm just thinking⊠Do you want me to call the therapist tomorrow?â
Shit⊠why does the ball of guilt keep growing? How does he think of this and you donât? Have you really sunk this deep again? Youâre stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
âI⊠I should do it myself,â you mumble.
âI donât mind.â
âNo, Iâll just do it in the morning. I think I should⊠do things for myself, too, right?â
He pauses. Ponders your words; or at least, thatâs what you surmise from the way he breathes and sighs and hums. And youâre proven right when he inquires, âDo you feel like I mind doing things for you?â
Yes. No.
No, you do not think so. But you sure as hell waste his time. Occupy it with this nonsense when he could be happier somewhere else, living his life, making plans for the future and rambling about the job he loves.
But noâŠ
Fucking calling the therapist for you.
You break.
It always happens in the worst moments; you donât know what it is, how it happens, but you break. Hard. Your motions stop, maybe even your breathing. But then you do sigh, so deeply that it burns, trying to keep your voice from shaking, to keep the tears at bay.
But this time, it doesnât work. Emotions heightened when Yoongi utters something heâs provided as a reminder over the years, âDonât hold back.â
So you donât.
There were days when this lesson was necessary, a gentle nudge to release the weight, and today is one of them. You weep, starting with soft whimpers that grow louder steadily, and you press into his chest until you're suddenly sobbing.
You sniffle with an aching head, holding onto him for dear life, barely noticing when your sobs, once again, morph into absolute wailing.
He embraces you, tighter with each inhale and exhale. Youâre so impossibly close to him, garbling something that he doesnât understand. His voice is pain-struck and trembling when he encourages, âCome again, baby? Talk to me.â
It takes a while; it doesnât work. And then, he chants, âGod, baby. My baby⊠itâs okay. Itâs okay.â
âNo!â you cry out, slurring your words, âNo⊠am a burden. Am fucking burdening youâŠâ
This is a clear thought, isnât it? Even in a moment like this, you think itâs true. And that maybeâŠ
Maybe you shouldâve never agreed to the lunch he offered you all those years ago. You would miss everything good in your life, lose the one thing you so cherish, but youâd at least rid him of you.
Those long six years ago, you should have just told him you were fine.
As a student, Yoongi always trod the same path from the second floor down to the entrance of the college, living into a routine â never really noticing much of significance. Heâd see other students whoâd be eating; talking; rushing to class.
And as a TA, Yoongi was used to another, different journey throughout the building, too; climbing down the same spiral staircase, hurrying through the scary, empty mezzanine, passing the same few rooms on the ground floor.
Heâd prepare to go home or to the library after attending his favourite psychology professorâs classes, assisting him to his best abilities. But this was different from all the other familiar routes heâd grown accustomed to.
These Wednesday afternoons did offer something of significance. Someone of significance.Â
Because every time he reached those rooms on the ground floor, youâd be there.
At first, he reckoned you always waited for your class to start, just at the time when his ended. But you were alone each time. The doors to the classrooms and lecture halls were all closed, and then there was you, a sole soul waiting for whatever miracle to appear.
It took a couple weeks for him to gather that you might not have been supposed to be there. He noticed it when he saw your eyes fixated on a spot, pupils never moving an inch, even when he walked past. At some point, heâd memorised just this expression on your face.
And then, bit by bit, he realised that your stance didnât seem quite normal. Your eyes were dead, hands never flinching. You emanated a sense of loneliness and stupefaction that he couldnât express in words.
Today, something in him stirred. Perhaps because heâd just covered social behaviour as a topic or perhaps because any proper human would recognise that something was wrong with you.
Your hands were holding a lidless cup that day, barely steaming anymore. You were blinking slowly, if at all. This time, he approached you with care, as if nearing a wounded deer; as if trying to keep it there and not frighten it away.
But when he leaned into you, a hand scarcely touching your shoulder, your head moved up to look at him slowly but surely. And your first reaction to him ever was a smile.
You remember that when you first looked at him, like really looked at him, his face seemed familiar to you. You were sure youâd seen him before, even if just in passing. He had this long, pretty, dark hair, covering his neck, a couple inches above his shoulders.
A kind face. A calm demeanour.
He stood there with pure relaxation between his eyebrows; one you hadnât felt in a while despite your falling face. Flawless porcelain skin, free of dark circles, free of exhaustion. When did you last look like this?
You smiled at him instinctively, a curious expression; you couldnât guess at all what he wanted or needed, but you were ready to listen. Youâd always listen to people â listen, listen, listen. Perhaps that was the exact problem.
This very attention towards him, coming this easily, made your shoulders sink in new dejection; everything did. Every thought was intrusive, unwelcome, too stretched for your liking.
Whenever you had a normal thought or a bad one thatâd at least pass immediately, you considered it a good day.
But you felt a tension around your temples by now; your head never felt at ease.
Yet, you asked, âYes?â
And he wondered in return, âAre you okay? You looked distracted and I thought I might ask.â
âOh⊠thatâs nice,â you commented, your voice a bit too quiet yet surprised; you cleared your throat, spoke up, âbut Iâm okay. I just sit here sometimes after my classes.â
âYou do?â
âMhm. To take a little break after all the information dump, yeah. Iâll go home soon, though, no worries.â
âHm⊠yeah. I just,â Yoongi started, hesitant â you now know he was trying to reveal something without appearing creepy. âI noticed you here a few times, so I wanted to ask just to be sure.â
He saw you here? You? And he came up to talk to you, just because heâd noticed you before? Baffling. You didnât think you were visible to anybody. You thought you faded in front of othersâ eyes.
âYouâre honestly so nice,â is all you said, hoping your eyes didnât reveal too much. How much his words affected you, and how they made you think you were just a little, a tiny bit perceptible.
âSure,â he responded, nodding. And when you failed to come up with more appreciative words, he prepared to move, bidding you goodbye with a single, âOkayâŠâ
Then, he was walking away; as grateful as you were, your energy-lacking body forced your eyes shut. You drew a deep breath. These few words youâd exchanged with him took everything out of you â that was the worst part of all this.
Interaction drained you. Loneliness drained you. The world and life were all draining, and you couldnât figure out anymore how to feel⊠awake. Sober without ever drinking.
When your eyes closed, you felt your surroundings starting to spin. Or maybe, it was you; as if someone had gripped your shoulders and was turning you in circles. There were so many weird particles behind your eyelids.
The rotation was insane, but nothing new. Shut down most of your other senses and peopleâs voices; like the one that returned a second later, the same as before. Shit. Had he seen you struggle? Was he seeing something nobody else ever would?
You werenât used to attention. You werenât used to someone noticing.
âHey, are you sure youâre okay?â the stranger with the familiar face asked, concern in his voice. âYou donât look like it.â
What was it? What was it about his gentle, low voice that lured you in? What was it about his attentive tone that made you want to tear up? Maybe because youâd bottled things up for so long.
But you held the liquid locked in your eyes. Proudly, barely.
âIâmâŠâ
You considered lying. You considered pulling a lame excuse out of your ass. But something in you snapped, snapped hard, and the truth spilled just before you could think twiceâ
âIf Iâm being honest⊠Iâm feeling pretty faint⊠I often do? I usually just need to sit down a bit or Iâll pass out.â
You hated using the word usually. As though your condition had become irreparable, like a chronic illness; and you were stating its treatment, only temporary.
âHmmâŠâ he hummed. âHave you eaten?â
âNot muchâŠâ
âThen that might be it,â he concluded, content with the deduction. In hindsight, you think he was hoping it was only that, nothing more. âDo you have something with you?â You shook your head. âAre you getting something?â
You shrugged.
You couldâve easily told the truth and said no; that the appetite was absent, that you were going to go home and hardly remember how you got there. That youâd throw your bag on the couch, take off all your clothes, not really bother for a shower and jump into your bed.
Then, youâd breathe. Survive.
You didnât have the energy to eat, to shower, and right now, somehow not even to lie. The remainder of it had been used in todayâs class and in this conversation.
He knew you couldnât come up with any bad justification, so he offered, âListen⊠I still have this sandwich with me that I was going to eat after class. You can have it if you want.â
What? That wasâŠ
âOh, no,â you blurted, raising a hand to reject, âyou should eat if you havenât yet.â
âLook, I totally get being selfless, but you donât look good andâŠâ He sighed, tilting his head. Eyebrows raised and expression suddenly stricter. âIf I can help anyhow, Iâd rather have that than anyone else finding you unconscious here later. Please?â
How could youâve resisted such a plea?
He was taking care of you and he didnât even know you. And your body understood; your body heard him. Because your stomach grumbled at the mention of the meal; it didnât mean anything to you, but it meant something to your hungry, craving body.
It often did that. Wishing to eat; then, not letting you swallow a bite.
You grabbed your bag and warily, carefully got to your feet. The man lifted a hand in caution, as if expecting for you to lose your balance. You did, just a little, swaying until youâd grounded yourself.
Goddamn it.
You nodded with a deep exhale and followed him as he suggested, âLetâs go to the courtyard. Get some fresh air. We can eat there and talk⊠or not talk if that's what you want.â
You kept moving your head up and down, fine with whatever. The fronts of it hurt due to the lack of nutrition; it was past four pm and youâd only eaten a damn banana.
He found you a shadowy spot away from the sun; it was late spring, the summer steadily approaching. The shade protected your tired eyes, guarded you from further headaches.
As you plumped onto the grass next to him, your fingers grazed it for a moment â and it felt good against your skin. A pleasant combination, the wind and the scent of grass; nearly freed your chest of the stuffy pain.
You watched his soft fingers fish out the sandwich, and then some salted peanuts for himself. Urged you to eat before spilling a handful of the nuts into his palm. God, you felt horribly guilty, but you knew you wouldnât be able to convince him to share the meal.
He⊠didnât even seem to mind a bit.
Wiping his hand on his pants, he finally introduced, âIâm Min Yoongi. Psychology student and TA. Judging from your spot every single Wednesday afternoon, you take psychology classes, too?â
âI do⊠yeah.â
You took a bite enough for mouses, but then proceeded with a larger, human-appropriate one. Your stomach felt odd; Min Yoongiâs small talk helped you eat, but the nervous feeling in your chest that never really went away weighed heavily on your tummy.
You added, âThinking of dropping it, thoughâŠâ
âWhy?â
âBecause I might be failing anyway. Havenât done much, and I still have a presentation on my paper left but have prepared nothing for it yet, either.â
âHave you asked the professor about a potential extension?â
Of course youâd thought about it. You always did. Which is why you despised having to answer, âNoâŠâ
No. Of course not. To most professors, mental health didnât matter as an excuse.
You understood, though. They graded every paper they received, surrendering their free time, their summer and their winter breaks. To grant you special treatment was something you regarded as unnecessary; you didnât think you were worth it.
âDo you feel like you could do better next term?â Yoongi asked.
âI donât know.â
Your sandwich was done and gone. You were still hungry; you felt the appetite all of a sudden. You knew it often came and went in waves, but somehow, the sandwich left you more pining than anything these days.
Yoongi saw as you licked your fingers clean of the mayonnaise; offered you some peanuts that you politely declined, greedy for something proper. Maybe youâd eat an actual dinner tonight.
After a while, Yoongi spoke, âOkay, I know Iâm a stranger to you and everything, but if you want, I could try to help you.â
Shit, but⊠that wouldâve meant putting in the effort. To get up, to meet him, to focus and to study. You didnât know if youâd be able to do all that. You didnât know how toâ
But his eyes were so sincere; a pure dark brown, sparkling in hope, for whatever noble reason. And you thought⊠you thoughtâŠ
If there was any chance to pass this class and get over with it, wouldnât you feel a gigantic wave of relief wash over you? After so damn long? Wouldnât it be worth it? Maybe a spark of hope ignited in your chest after all⊠maybe you could turn things around.
âYeahâŠâ you finally obliged. âYeah, thatâs really nice.â
âGreat. Are you free this Friday afternoon?â
After that, it became part of your routine to meet up with Yoongi every Thursday or Friday, depending on his own schedule. A couple weeks passed like a breeze; or at least, compared to the days you were used to.
Some time later, those meetings increased, and you found a profound liking in them. You still often struggled with leaving your apartment at all, sometimes deeming getting out of bed or brushing your teeth an impossible task.
But whenever Yoongi called, offering a nearby cafĂ© â always a nearby cafĂ© â youâd place all your energy into moving, throwing on clothes, leaving. You felt unworried with him; at least for a couple hours.
He wasnât just smart to an admirable degree; he was humorous, too. Motivating. Praised you for your ideas and your sharp mind. Youâd forgotten you still had it in you â you thought time had altered your brain chemistry, killed too many of its cells to still let your mind operate.
Today, he didnât suggest a cafĂ© but a place you hadn't been to before. Yoongi had never invited you anywhere that wasnât a public space, careful with your feelings without ever mentioning the obvious issues you had.
He only really crawled out of his shell and gave you the address to this new spot once youâd invited him over, too â he couldnât make it, helping out the professor he assisted. But you reckon it was telling enough for him to understand how comfortable youâd grown with him.
So you went where he told you to go, and once you arrived, you recognised it as an office. A small one, but elegantly decorated, furniture sparse. And it wasnât just any office. A therapistâs office.
âThis is my momâs,â Yoongi explained as you inspected the books on the shelf and the overall soothing and fitting atmosphere, âsheâs out of town, so I thought we could study here today.
âOhâŠâ
He had to have heard your hesitancy, your uncertainty. This is the place they usually suggest in guidance books and in conversation to people like you. You didnât know how to feel; the emotions washing over you were an odd sensation. Not good, not bad.
But scary, somehow.
Yoongi put a soft hand on your shoulder, making you turn, and asked, âIs that okay for you?â
âYeah⊠itâs just⊠Iâve only really thought and read about therapy, but never quite seen an actual room like this.â You shook your head, clicking your tongue. âItâs crazy. How have I never been in one despite studying psychology for so long?â
âHmm, many students havenât been.â
âYeah.â
You stripped your bag off of you, taking a seat on the cosy patientâs couch. Pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table between you and where he seated himself on the therapistâs chair.Â
Swallowing a strange lump, you cleared your throat, starting the study session with, âOkay, so⊠I was thinking about what you said about the research question last time.â
âRightâŠâ
At this point, you couldnât really fathom why, but he seemed reserved today, a little distracted. Still providing as much information and intellect as he could; but his thoughts were slower and his eyes gentler.
You think you studied barely forty-five minutes when Yoongi called for a break â unusual, because it was mostly you to announce a pause in thoughts, when your brain would demand a couple minutes of peace.
He sighed, hands touching his thighs and then got up to bring you something to drink. Came back with two cups of tea. You thought heâd be returning with a glass of water, but upon seeing the beverage, your eyes widened; you told him, âThis is super nice of you, thanks.â
âOf course.â Pause. You slurped; then he did. A second later, he inquired, âCan I ask you something?âÂ
âMhm.â
You waited. Nothing came. You took another sip of the fruity winter tea in the middle of summer, wiping away the thin sheen of sweat under your nose that the heat caused. Then you looked up, big eyes staring into his just in time to see his mouth open.
âYou always seem so surprised when Iâm nice to you.â
AhâŠ
Heâd said heâd had a question, but the indication of an inquiry, the one lifting in tone at the end never came. His statement was his question. And you thought it wasnât the first time you heard it; you just never noticed you were doing it again.
Yoongi left the conclusion there, and the question mark hung somewhere between the two of you. Unspoken, containing a silent, âWhy?â
So you answered, âI just⊠uhm. People donât just do something like this for me without me asking. Itâs new to me how attentive you are.â
Sad. Just sad. You hated having to actually echo your innermost thoughts; you knew this wasnât normal.
He knew, too, because he said, âThis⊠is not how things should be.â
âBut this is how they ended up being. I mean itâs just tea. But I donât think anybody else sees me sitting there and goes like, Okay, Iâll do this lil something for her, you know?â
âWhich is insane. You deserve it all so much. More than anyone I know.â
If youâd still been drinking, you wouldâve choked. Those words were rare, not often uttered to you; how were you supposed to respond to them? Youâd long forgotten how to react to things at all â it didnât come too naturally to you anymore.
So all you did was laugh a little, as if replying to a joke. Genuinely, you wondered, âHow can you say something like that?â
âWhy not?â
âI mean, you probably know so many people.â
Yoongi blinked at you, as if waiting for your argument to proceed; but when it didnât, he lifted a shoulder, steadfast with his opinion as he answered, âSo? What do you think? That you feeling that way about yourself makes everyone else feel that way about you, too?â
You shrugged your shoulders just an inch, imitating his motions. Your gaze fell, as though catching yourself spewing pure gibberish. He continued, âYou have a pure heart. I donât think Iâve ever seen you being mean. And youâre strong, careful, and endure a shit ton.â
You looked up at him instantly. Let the last words reverberate in your mind, pushing them to the forefront between all your other messy thoughts. âOf course you knew,â you said.
âOf course. Youâre so obviously hurt and I hate that you are.â
Well, you hated it, too. ButâŠÂ
Your desperation came out in a whisper, âI donât know what to do about itâŠâ
You put the cup back onto the saucer; your fingers were warm when you pushed them into your hair, pressing your palms against your forehead, holding onto your mane. Elbows on your thighs. The world spun again until you felt his hand on your arm once more.
âHey.â He sounded softer again. âDo you want to take a longer break? We could stop for today and talk?â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âYou donât have to. But it feels to me like youâve never done that before⊠people donât want to listen.â His words hit you like bricks. Like heavy cement bricks. The pain was excruciating. âIs that it?â
You were still staring at your lap when he posed the question; your head whirred, so you didnât know where to start. Which is why you held onto the first complaint â you knew they were valid worries, but you always called them complaints, like you were a burden â and said,
âI just⊠I listen to everyone. I let people vent, I let them feel hurt, and I try to be there and lend a shoulder and just,â the words cascaded out of you like a wild waterfall; your throat clogged up again, âto be a good person and a good friend.â
You exhaled a shaky breath, the pressure back in your chest. âBut why do I not get any of it back? Why is it that everyone goes silent when Iâm hurting? Do I deserve this somehow?â
You felt tears pricking and burning in your waterline, and you blinked them away. Took another quick sip just to help your dry throat. Then, âI hate that I sound selfish? Like I only do things for people to get love back, but⊠thatâs not it. I just want to feel worthy of something, too.â
âYou donât sound selfish. Itâs never wrong or inhumane to demand affection and care, and if it is, then⊠every personâs selfish. Whatever.â
Up until that point, you hadnât known that someone could be this tender and direct at once. Yoongi lived in a reality that wasnât sugarcoated, but he understood empathy and heartbreak, knew to dip his words in an ointment alleviating enough.
You wondered what heâd endured to become this type of person; sympathy and a mind this sage often stem from grief once encountered, and you so hoped he was an exception to this belief of yours.
You looked at him with delicate fondness, mixed with some lasting trouble. He reached out, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You didnât know what came over you when you leaned into his palm, kept his gaze, and stayed in place when he moved in.
Kissed you.
And you didnât know why, but the moment opened your heart as if itâd been locked before; he was the key, undoing the lock so easily. That was when the first tear rolled down your cheek, meeting his skin, and you started trembling as he moved his mouth against yours.
You couldnât grasp why he was doing it; even if parts of you knew. Did he not care that you were broken? That you were still breaking? That the ache always consumed you, that you felt whatever your brain inflicted on you throughout your entire body?
Maybe not. He always said you were funny, sweet, never humorous at anybodyâs expense.
It was different from the things youâd heard before.
Nobody will love you like this.
Stop acting like youâre traumatised.
I didnât love you â I kept you because you were attractive. Because you let me.
You had always asked yourself: why had your feelings always been shoved aside when you voiced your opinion? Whenever it differed from the one in your family or your friendâs circle?
Why were you told to never open up about your childhood memories? When you were caged in; when somebody three times your age indulged in impudence when they shouldnât have, long ago when you were a child; when you fell in love at a later age and were forced to let go?
Why were you told you were tainted, that you couldnât get any affection like this, to keep your pain to yourself and forget about your past? And why was this sequence of nightmares plaguing you right now, like you were dying, just when he was kissing youâŠ
Because you were scared. So scared.
If you told Yoongi any of this, would he bolt? Would you hurt yet another person? Would he see you as a shattered porcelain doll, distance himself from you? Because honestly, why would he stay at all; with someone who hasnât healed, whoâd pulled him underwater, too?
Yet, you didnât say any of this. You sighed; leaned into him. Took residency in his heart, cried into him.
He kissed you for another second, and then backed away. Wiped your tears. You broke and broke until your voice broke, too, giving way to quiet sobs.
You werenât used to attention. You werenât used to someone noticing.
And somehow, the realisation hurt anew, deep in your core and beyond.
Your tears had mostly dried when he resumed his position, sitting in front of you. His fingers were entangled and he waited.
Yoongi knew youâd cry again, though. The patientâs couch had some magic to it, his mother always said. Theyâd always cry, but theyâd heal at the same time. Recognise hidden parts of themselves.
He was uncomplaining and composed, and kept looking at you until you said, âIt just feels⊠like Iâll never be enough. I can do as much as possible, but none of it is ever seen because Iâm taken for granted.â
âWho takes you for granted?â
âEveryone. Iâve spent many nights awake for people, and they abandoned me. In a crowd, others will always be praised for one thing and Iâll be ignored for the same. Itâs made me bitter.â
He nodded in true therapist fashion, but his expression wasnât as neutral as one; he looked pain-struck for you. Said, âYouâve been hurt⊠I see thatâŠâ
âIâm⊠hurting,â you corrected, âand I donât know what to do.â
Yoongi attempted a different approach; you were in a hopeless spiral, and the strategy he needed to try wasnât just to dig out your trauma, but to make you familiar with the good parts of your life, too.
So he asked, sincerely hoping you had an answer to his question, âWho could you trust as you grew up?â
âI donât knowâŠâ Yoongiâs chest deflated, motivation dropping â that is, until you muttered, âMy brother.â
âParents?â
âPart of the problem.â
Okay; your answers came more rapidly now. He took it as a good sign; as readiness to talk.
âWhereâs your brother?â he wondered.
âIn this town,â you answered, and Yoongi sighed in relief. âBut I canât bother him with all of my shit.â
Your symptoms were as typical as they could be; you regarded your self-worth as buried deep under the ground, never wanting to disturb those who still deemed you close and loved. Youâd established this distance between you and the others; he didnât blame you.
The symptoms were typical.
âWhy do you think so?â Yoongi prodded, whispering your name when you didnât answer.
âIâve bothered them all enoughâŠâ
âHow so?â
Maybe he was doing too much. But it seemed you were on board with it; you werenât complaining, not sighing, not withdrawing. You were listening and talking. Nobody let you talk, and now that you were, you looked like you needed to let it out.
You spat, âBecause they never seemed to want to hear anything.â
GodâŠ
It hurt to see you like this. Damp eyes, a heavily rising chest, as if you were close to panicking again, but desperately holding back. He knew it; he saw it in the way you drew your breaths and in the things you said.
He knew youâd braved multiple nights and many, many sleepless hours before, spending these dark moments clutching your chest, trying to get rid of the unbearably tight feeling in your chest.
He knew that torturous pressure. Heâd been there before. The persistent feeling of fear and unease â like somebody had dropped a weight onto his ribcage and tied up his stomach. The shallow breathing and thumping heart would strip him off focus.
Thoughts circling and circling, around each other; absolute bullshit most of the time.
He couldnât imagine how overwhelmed you felt, but then again, he could. Was the world louder to you, too? The way it used to be for him. Did you hear that constant screaming in your head?
Vulnerable, senses heightened, sensitive to the slightest change.
He hated the thought of a wall between you and your peace. Hated hearing the words you narrated; of your home, of your childhood, of the people you met. The disrespect you suffered and the dirt you were treated as.
You deserved none of it.
Maybe he felt that way because nobody ever deserved it; or maybe because he knew heâd fallen in love with you. Not because he needed to save you, or because he felt like falling for someone who heâd have to fix could be a welcoming challenge.
He knew people who treated depression like this; saviour complex in full effect, they needed to be the hero or heroine to stitch a broken heart.
No â he fell for you because you were you. Despite everything and every pain you endured, you were still you; and most of the you that you were before you got hurt this badly was still there, under the surface.
He saw those joyful parts of you reemerge sometimes, breaking through the waves. Sometimes, right before your head would fall again; your body weightless; drowning â he saw those parts on those days for a split moment.
But not right now.
In fact, the true parts of you that knew to feel happiness were absent now, and he knew â in that sense, he was prepared for you to utter what you said next. Was ready to hear it, no matter how little he actually wanted to hear it.
âAnd sometimes, when it got too muchâŠâ You gulped. Yoongi knew what youâd say; he knew. Butâ âI didnât feel like being here anymore. It seems that was the only and last time I opened my familyâs eyes.â
But when you still said it, it stabbed his heart like a dagger.
âOnly, after that⊠it soon became irrelevant again,â you continued, âthey told me I should be thankful for being alive and regret the mistake I made⊠what I tried.â
And you spoke on. Spoke on and on. He leaned back, allowing himself a better position to breathe. His heart felt like a sewing pin cushion, riddled with tiny holes. His eyebrows furrowed in agony, but he saw worse pain in your eyes.
Tears slowly reappeared.
âAnd when I was judged for this, too⊠I realised I didnât regret ever trying to leave the world. I regretted that Iâd failed to do so.â
Maybe he felt that way because nobody deserved it; maybe because he knew heâd fallen in love with you.
But your words split him in a million tiny shards, like glass, until his pieces became tiny enough to resemble dust.
âAm a burden⊠Am fucking burdening youâŠâ
Yoongiâs voice defeats the others in your head just barely; as if youâre separated by a glass wall and hearing him from afar, only clearing when you hammer through it and break the surface. Heâs quiet compared to your cries, a hand firmly on your back.
His grip around you wants to glue you together so desperately; heâs not letting go, even though you get restless soon, quivering and ruining his shirt.
âHey, babyâŠâ you hear him say, but you interrupt, obstinately shaking your head.
âNo⊠Iâmâ I never shouldâve let you this close andââ
âNo.â Itâs his turn to interject. And he does it with determination; tone suddenly so low, cold, so you silence. âStop.â
You do, only now noticing that heâs imprisoning your wrists in his grasp. Not painfully, but still solidly enough for you to understand what he means. You confirm it for yourself when you look up.
You already know your eyes are bloodshot, cheeks thoroughly wet; but you still recognise the heavy breaths he draws. See something entirely different in his eyes than yours.
Pain.
You hurt him. And this time, you could once again lament your destructive behaviour, argue how you keep inflicting these shit ass feelings on him. ButâŠ
The ache in his expressions says something else entirely. Fills you with hope, fills you with guilt.
Shows you that he despises the thought of you possibly regretting this relationship. His gaze proves that he doesnât. That if he could go back in time and meet you again, talk to you again, fall in love with you again â he would.
You know it because heâs said it before. You know.
But your brain is half melting, hurting, spitting all negative assumptions at you like nobodyâs business.
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry,â you stammer, pierced by the sorrow in his eyes.
âWhat?â
âI⊠shouldnât have said that,â you start, gulping. Your crying ebbs down for a second as you register the growing agony in his heart, and you explain, âYouâre the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I canât stop thinking thatâŠâ
Break in conversation.
Then him again, ââŠThat?â
âThat youâd be better off without me. That youâre here so I stay alive and that youâd be less burdened with someone elseâŠâ
Another pause.Â
He stares at you, as if pondering his answer. Bites into his lower lip softly and releases it right away. Blinks, looks to your wrists, lets go of them and then whispers, âDo you want to know? What Iâm thinking, do you want to know that, too?â
ââŠWhat are you thinking?â
âThat itâs true that Iâm burdened.â
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
The pain is searing, a burning arrow shooting through your heart. Itâs what you expected and what you feared and what still hurts so much upon hearing andâ
Are you crying again? Are you tearing up? You donât know.
Youâre not sure, but it does seem like youâre breaking once more when he shushes you carefully, touching your cheek. He calms you, and then speaks againâ
âOf course Iâm burdened, too. Yeah, of course. Iâd be lying if I said seeing you like this doesnât make me feel helpless⊠but do you know what it means that Iâm still here?â
Your voice trembles when you speak, âBecause youâre scared of leaving me in this condition.â
âNo. I learned early enough to prioritise myself when I need to. No, Iâm not leaving because I donât want to â simple. Because Iâll share your, mine and the worldâs damn pain along with my heart. âKay?â
Retrospectively, his words sound logical. He said itâs simple, and in some way, it is. If you didnât have the brain that you have, it would be. If you werenât so neck-deep in the quicksand pulling you into doubts, youâd be less surprised at the finality in his tone.
âBabyââ you start, but he squeezes your hand, eyes glistening.
âWe have enough enemies in this world. Donât regard me as one, too. Okay? PleaseâŠâ
âNo, youâre not,â you defend, moving your head and the palm on your cheek along with it, âyouâre anything but that.â
He nods, sniffling; you know heâs holding back the same salty, pouring liquid as you. Heâs always done that, providing a sense of strength and safety to make you feel just that.
âWeâll be okay one day, love. The world hurts us a shit ton, and life is difficult, butâŠâ His voice cracks here, and he waits to regain control, sighing. âWe only get one of it and⊠itâd be so unfair if we were destined to stay like this, right?â
You donât believe in divine beliefs that seemingly predetermine how your life plays out. Fate or destiny or whatever synonyms to notions that Jung or Freud believed in. Youâve heard of this stuff plenty in your studies, but it never affected your curiosity much.
You know Yoongi isnât necessarily a representative of it either; not one to dive too deep into things that suggest the potential absence of a free will.
But the thought provides hope when nothing else does. You know. The fact that you canât leave this world without fixing things; that youâre here to contribute to much larger and more important things.
You cannot have been born to spend your days here without the joy you deserve.
Youâve felt much of it thanks to Yoongi, but youâve had too many setbacks to call this a proper life. You donât want to end it like this. You donât want to grow old like this.
And you want to gift him the life he deserves, too.
FuckâŠ
You need to get better. You need to get better. You need to get better.
You need to help yourself. Even if it takes time; even if the non-linear process of healing irks you, stealing hope and leaving anguish in turn. And itâs as if Yoongi reads your mind when he saysâ
âItâs okay, you know? To feel that way. It takes time. It doesnât matter how much, but itâs okay to fall back and have ups and downs, as long as you donât give up. Yes?â
âI canât, I know⊠Iâ I wonât give up. I just⊠need you to be here.â Your voice is unsteady, and your heart is, too; fickle as can be. But youâd rather hang onto the aspiration right now⊠nothing else. âDonât ever leave me, okay? Iâll fix this for us, I will.â
âFor yourself first. Iâll be here, no matter what.â
ââŠI love you.â Your breathing is staggered, leftover pain still keeping the anxiety in your chest. Itâll take a while. But thereâs power in your admissions when you repeat, âI love you so much.â
You lean in carefully, and he mimes the movement, bending into your kiss. Itâs a peck, soft and gentle and encouraging, and you murmur through your sniffles, âSo, so much.â
And then you climb up, using all your strength. Half your body comes to a rest on his; the immediate proximity and warm touch evoke motivation and longing in your heart. For not only him, but every second of a possible serene future, too.
This very hope is often born and reborn at the end of your lowest lows. Itâs what pulls you up again, keeps you going each time before the next valley can swallow you. Sometimes it takes longer, sometimes not.
But you so desperately want this. Want it to work now.
You want to be okay. Want to travel and soak in the sun. Want to dance in the rain and scream from the peak of a mountain; want to snorkel in clear, blue seas.
The life you picture for yourself, the one you follow in those healing vlogs on social media â itâs what you yearn for. Itâs what you want to feel. With him on your side.
Sometime in the future, you see yourself beaming in genuine happiness, see yourself smiling. And you want to work towards it. Youâve always wanted to.
Ever since Yoongi first showed you what love, contentment and merriment felt like, youâve craved this. Ever since that night he told you he loved you, despite everything.
Despite, despite, despite.
He was there to catch your fall when you couldnât keep yourself upright anymore. When your knees weakened and the ground turned into clouds, and you plunged through them and towards the cemented earth thatâd shatter you.
He aided you in staying whole. Let you lean against his shoulder, nodding off into a slumber there, allowing you to dream because until then, you didnât dare to.
You thought dreaming was pointless; just a fabrication of the unconscious mind to distract you from the horrors of the world. To keep you occupied, to torture you even when asleep. As time passed, you started making these horrors your life, and the line between reality and fantasy thinned.
UntilâŠ
Until he turned those nightmares into daydreams. Blossoming, vibrant colours appeared where youâd perceived greys before. Somehow, you fell apart a lot less when Yoongi spent his time with you, taught you to love again.
You became less terrified by dreams then, because the content changed. And whenever you werenât dreaming, away from sleep, you experienced the utopia youâd always sought.
The day Yoongi first told you he loved you, youâd long defeated the semester youâd so worried about; started and survived the one after; and were now already tackling your very last one.
Even after all these months, you never let him forget how grateful you were for passing the last summer semester eventually, and in return, he never let you forget that heâd stay even after.
You didnât study all the time anymore either; now, your afternoons and nights were filled with gentle words, promising embraces, lips against lips. It took some time to truly open up. To stop feeling like you were making a mistake.
âDoing yourself to him,â you called it, as if you were about to hurl him into his very own mistake.
Even then, you wanted to get better for him; you knew it hadnât and wouldnât happen overnight. All of it was much easier said than done; healing sounds so doable for those who attempt to support those who need it, yet they cannot grasp the meaning of a broken heart and scared mind.
But there was something so wonderful about the simplicity between Yoongi and you. So simple that it called forth feelings so complex.Â
They were tough to navigate, but never tough to admit.
That March night, the sentiments roamed your body the clearest, even though the skies were anything but that. The thunder sounded like the universe had cracked; the white and silver of the striking lightning illuminated your room.
It was the night you felt hope in all its glory, for the very first time in years.
âYou keep hiding from me,â Yoongi said, legs crossed like yours, sitting vis-a-vis.
He was close enough for your knees to collide, and when they did for the umpteenth time, he put a careful hand on your fingers resting on your thigh. You didnât protest, so he didnât withdraw.
âIâm not hiding from you. I justâŠâ you stalled, âI just want you to be sure.â
âAbout you?â
If it had been this easy, you wouldnât have asked. Because you knew the answer to this. Yoongi didnât need to explain it to you; he was already certain about you to an indisputable degree.
You shook your head. Elaborated, âAbout everything. I donât just come with the few good times we had the last couple of weeks. I come with⊠everything Iâve ever experienced and that shaped me into this.â You gestured over yourself. âYouâd notice soon.â
âI already do.â
His answers and arguments came promptly, as if he knew the script to this talk and had already thought out every response heâd be giving. This was so effortless to him; thinking about it today, you wouldnât even have needed to say a word.
But it was important to you. You couldnât permit him to grow this attached without making sure.
âYou just take it, do you? All that I am,â you concluded delicately; wanting to inform him, but so terrified of scaring him away. âBut if you fall for me, then youâre committing. And I want you to think about it because I donâtâ I donât want to ruin your life.â
When he spoke again, he seemed to finally deviate from the script he knew; because confused, he asked, âIf?â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean, if I fall for you?â
Oh⊠oh.
You understood. It didnât take the tiniest of nanoseconds for you to fathom what he meant. And you couldâve sobbed right there and then, but the storm distracted you a little; the thunder was growling, threatening to explode again.
Somehow, the chaos outside kept you at bay. But only for so long.
ââŠYoongi.â
His fingers moved from yours to your entire palm, taking it in his with a whisper of your name. Then, he clarified, âThe possibility of something happening is redundant if itâs already happened, you know? And IâmâŠâ
You held your breath, but at the same time, you were nearly panting. Maybe one first, then the other? You canât remember anymore. You felt dizzy. Teary-eyed and joyful at once when you saw him at a loss of words.
âYouâre?â you encouraged.
âIâm just so⊠feet deep underwater and in love with you that you couldnât stop me if you wanted to.â
âIââ
âI love you. You know I do.â
Fuck⊠fuck, you knew.
Of course you knew.
Your heart was vile at times, cooperating with this demon of a brain and feeding you wrong information. But this, you knew. You fought through the congested mess of thoughts and admitted this to yourself every day.
Isnât this why you were having this conversation in the first place?
But to hear him say itâŠ
I love you.
You know I do.
âEven if you try to deny it,â he continued, âyou know I love you and that Iâll keep doing it.â
This is when your waterline gave up; lined with the liquid youâd always held back. But why? There was no reason to. You felt at peace; Yoongi knew your heart. There was no use in keeping you closed off anymore.
So you cried. Let the first tear roll that he caught with his hand, holding your face so firmly that you thought it was the only thing keeping your head upright. Optimistic.
âThereâs⊠thereâs a chance that I start doubting you,â you contended for whatever stupid reason, sniffling, âthat I doubt myself and then regret pulling you down with me andâ thereâs a chance I forget that youâll keep loving me, no matter what, you knowââ
âIâll keep reminding you.â
âIâm a handful.â
âMy hands are big enough, baby.â
The endearment didnât slip past you, but instead made your beating organ swell. You donât think youâd ever heard your pulse pounding in your eardrums this loudly. And he kept inching closer; his forehead nearly touched yours until it did.
âCan you love me even if I fall, Yoongi?â
âIâll pick you up. You know that.â
ââŠWhat if you feel like youâre not good enough?â
Stop asking questions. Stop stop stop.
But he kept answering.
âRemember what you told me a couple days ago?â Yoongi asked, his voice quiet, drowning in the storm. âThat itâd been long since youâd felt happy like this.â
âI do right now⊠I justâŠâ
âYeah, and Iâ I think. If Iâm able to stay by your side and make you smile anyhow? Then I think this⊠we⊠are good enough.â
Thatâs it. Your throat was dry, your mind out of questions. You could renounce doubts if he didnât have any either. He seemed convinced enough; so you admitted your own convictions to him, too.
âIâm⊠I love you, too. I love you, I fucking do.â
Your last word was cut, merely a breath. Swallowed when you leaned in and kissed him, pulling him back with you onto the bed. Yoongi landed on top of you, draping the two of you under the thin, floral blanket.
The early spring rain tapped your window softly before the gentle noise turned into more aggressive knocking and hammering. This very storm theyâd announced was the reason Yoongi had stayed tonight.
Thatâs what heâd told you at least; in truth, it was an excuse.
Before today, you rarely spent your nights together.
Whenever you did, he allowed you your space in order to not overwhelm you. He knew you were cautious, slow, took your time to trust. Heâd sleep on the couch or crawl back to you when you approached him in the dead of the night.
Touching his elbow gently, shaking him awake, telling him so sweetly that it drove him insane, âI donât want to be alone.â
So heâd cuddle in when you sought out his arms, dozing so peacefully. It delighted him because whenever he didnât slumber next to you, heâd hear you from the other room. Woefully moaning in your sleep, as if crying, turning.
He never saw or heard any of that when you leaned into his embrace, held onto his shirt. Never did anything more than sleep; he was content with that.
But tonight was different, less chaste than that â and he was content with that, too.Â
You said youâd wanted to talk. And you had. Youâd trembled through the conversation, heart combusting in your chest like it wasnât part of you anymore, that treacherous thing with its own, stupid will.
But it thumped differently now when he kissed you like this. You felt the change so clearly when he held you, pushing you into the mattress; stripping you naked bit by bit; asking over and over again if you were okay, if he should stop.
You lived differently, too, when he pecked your bare skin, up and down, from head to toe, to and fro. His tongue explored your waist and your thighs and the wetness between your quivering legs.
And you loved differently when he immersed himself in you. Sighing and moaning against you as his tongue lapped you up. You felt the chills everywhere. Felt your shoulders rise, your hand in his long hair, the oxygen running out.
Youâd nearly forgotten how such a moment felt â then again, youâd never experienced it like this before. You could barely breathe, and for the first time, you loved it. For the first time, it wasnât your usual reason.
But the picture of the man over you pumping himself, covering his cock in the condom youâd bought weeks ago, just in case. Back when he started hanging around at your place. He was surprised about your preparation; was delighted about it, too.
And God⊠God, when he kissed you, sheathing himself in you, every inch connected with every piece of you. Souls and hearts and bodies merging. Moving in and out slowly, then a little quicker, cradling your face and kissing your neck.
Between all that, he kept asking if you were doing okay, and you said youâd never felt better. And the best part was that you fucking meant it and thatâs when you knewâ
That Yoongi warmed your coldest, most frigid spots. Helped you find a sense of heat that youâd long forgotten, that not even summer could ever bring back. The spring was right inside you, in the middle of your chest despite the rain.
But at the same time, somewhere next to it, he was there, too, becoming the storm that raged outside.
All at once, you remembered again. Even if you might forget in your worst times; even if heâd really need to remind you again.
You remembered that you could be loved, and that you were deserving of love.
You remembered that love towards somebody is often subjective and itâs not entirely up to you who feels it for you, and that only because somebody else was unable to give it to you the right way⊠it doesnât mean everyone would act the same.
Yoongi was the spring and the storm; the rainbow you saw the next morning as the sky cleared.
Your mother used to struggle with migraines. Back then, youâd see her tied to the bed for half a day, struggling to get up, sleeping for a couple hours after swallowing her sumatriptan.
The evening or the morning after, youâd ask her how she was doing, and sheâd say the headache was gone, but that some of the pressure still lingered. Sheâd feel it in the heaviness of her head, like it was falling against her clavicles.
Back then, you were too young to understand; you still donât suffer migraines, knock on wood. But you somehow get what she meant â you guess the same applies to any other part of your body.
Like the soul.
They say a body becomes lighter after death since the soul leaves; and the morning after bawling in Yoongiâs arms, you feel the opposite. Like your grief makes you weigh more than during your good days.
Like youâre heavier than a month ago, without gaining a single kilogram.
But at least that means youâre alive. A soul intact.
And, just like your motherâs medicine, the night alleviated at least some of your pain. Maybe it was the conversation with Yoongi. Maybe the reassurance that he didnât perceive you as the task you thought you might be.
Many years ago, you refused to seek help in others; be it loved ones, a partner or a therapist. Yoongi taught you to own who you were and to admit the problems you faced; that they were as valid as anything else.
Living with him and loving him this profoundly showed you that itâs okay to confide in someone. That someone will care. But it also taught you that ultimately, nobody is responsible for your well-being as much as you are.
That to heal, you need to accept yourself. That to accept yourself, you need to acknowledge the issues you face.
And for that, you need to be ready to combat your demons, understand that they can be fought.
Youâve always known that. In that sense, it isnât true that youâre fully dependent on Yoongi. You know deep down that youâll be the one pulling you out of this.
ButâŠ
Itâs never bad for someone to initiate that thought process, is it? Even when itâs you emerging from the grave you dug for yourself; itâs okay to grab the hand as the earth breaks, pulling you out of the dirt and darkness.
Yoongi is the rope helping you out; but youâre the one to walk on once the endless well ends and you spot the daylight. You can rely on him. You can rely on yourself.
Youâll be okay⊠youâll be okay.
âReady?â Yoongi asks as you slip into your shoes. You look up, and nod, your smile soft. âJust a few more days, right?â
Right.Â
Youâll live day by day. Survive the hours, strive towards a better future. Count your blessings, find things to look forward to. Itâs alright to fall sometimes, and whenever you do, youâll remember youâre not alone.
That youâll get up eventually. You hold onto this.
And onto those few last days until vacation calls. You booked it so long ago; it can be that one thing to grasp, to look forward to, right?
And⊠you laugh. Because you remember Yoongi telling you to get your nails done, that heâd even go with you. âBut do not forget, because blue suits Greece and Iâd love to see the colour on you.â
You act like you donât know what his plea means. You act like you donât know how much he loves you. How this very approaching plan of his proves that he couldnât even let go of you if you gave him another reason to.
Isnât this enough to understand that he never feels guilty of loving you?
Why are you so afraidâŠ
Because.
Yoongi never viewed your pain as something you had control over or something you caused; whoever hurt you is at fault, not you. And Yoongi knows that; knows that you matter, with your past and present and future, however cruel they might be.
But despite the fact that your past made you who you are, and that your future will determine how youâll further turn out to be, Yoongi always preaches to focus on the controllable.
We wonât ever be able to manage the future entirely; maybe you wonât even ever be faced with the fears you harbour, you know? The past is the past, the present is the present and the future is the future. They will torment us if we put too much meaning in them.
I know itâs hard. But itâll be alright. One day, it will be â youâre okay.
It has to beâŠ
Youâll be okay. Youâre okay.
The weather might change at warp speed â but soon, itâll be sunny again.
i know i said it's okay if you skip this one, but if you're reading this, you might not have, and i'm thankful for that <3 i needed these feelings out of my system, so it felt very cathartic to me. maybe it helped you a little, too? i hope so, at least â things will be okay đ€
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đđđđđșđđ: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.
đđșđđđđđ: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)
đđŸđđđŸđ: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph đ”đ
đđșđđđđđđ: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. thereâs really no warnings for this story other than itâs a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isnât that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, iâm drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didnât alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think theyâre already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. âĄ
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You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling.Â
He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levineâs Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasnât bad looking eitherâquite the opposite, really.Â
However, after the orientation, you didnât get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongiâs friendsâYijeong and Woosungâyou also spotted the boy who hadnât left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time.Â
You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didnât really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries.Â
He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciencesâ student council.Â
After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songsâWaltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking.Â
To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since.Â
Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topicâyour favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddyâseeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums.Â
But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasnât popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didnât care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible.Â
His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever heâd turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians.Â
It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different lightâquite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasnât the âOh god Iâm so proud of my best friendâ kind, rather it was the âOh fuck Iâm in love with my best friendâ realization.Â
But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole.Â
The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of himâfrom the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how youâd be the first to know his test results to how youâd be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew youâd get cold easily to how heâd send you random memes he found funny out of the blue.Â
It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished heâd love you.Â
âIn one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,â your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer.Â
You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didnât even know why you agreed to your best friendâs idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduationâthe very graduation that was seven years in the makingâon Sunday.  Â
âFuck you, Kim Mingyu,â you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle.Â
âWhat? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?â a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face.Â
Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year.Â
The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. âHappy horse for the happy whore,â he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. âWhat? Am I not right?âÂ
âYouâre the whore,â you replied. âI saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?âÂ
He rolled his eyes at the mention of his exâor you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didnât believe in loveâor so he says.Â
âSeven years,â Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. âYou didnât stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you donât even plan to stop.âÂ
You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. âDo I just throw it away?â You werenât sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. âWe make a good pair.â You laughed to yourself.Â
âExcept?â Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality.Â
âExcept,â you took in a shaky breath. âHe doesnât love me back. Maybe.âÂ
Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. âTime check: you still have your hopes up.âÂ
âItâs still early,â you argued. âI still have two days. Just give me time.âÂ
âGive me time?â Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. âWhat the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.âÂ
You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. âFuck, Gyu, I justâI just realized. Is it right that weâre here? Was it the right decision to come here? My momâs gonna be so mad once she finds out Iâm in La Union.â Â
âItâs all you. Youâre a raging masochist,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âAnyway. Letâs just play a game. Letâs enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?âÂ
âGame.âÂ
âWhat year did you first meet Jungkook?âÂ
A smile immediately creeped up on your face. â2017.âÂ
Mingyu waved his hand at you. âWow! You can do math! But I just thought of somethingâinstead of just general memories. Letâs make them specific. Letâs list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.âÂ
âThe fuck are you talking about?â you let out a scoff, drinking your beer.Â
âWhat? Now you canât remember?â he challenged.Â
You clicked your tongue. âFine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.âÂ
Mingyu grinned. â2018.âÂ
You hummed before saying, âJungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.âÂ
âJesus Christ, Sola.âÂ
âDonât judge me. It was my decision, okay?âÂ
Mingyu rolled his eyes. âOkay. 2019.âÂ
You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. â2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.âÂ
He shook his head. â2020.âÂ
â2020âhe was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out âcos it runs out quickly, right?â Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. âBut when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam âcos I didnât answer the back part.âÂ
â2021, go!âÂ
âI loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?âÂ
âOkay. Iâll accept it. 2022?âÂ
â2022âIâve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!â you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence.Â
âOkay. Weâre in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?âÂ
You gulped. âIâm two years delayed.âÂ
Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, âSola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?âÂ
You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. âYou mean when will I stop with my foolishness?â Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. âMaybe when Iâm done with UP. When Iâm done with UP, Iâll graduate from everythingâincluding him. Especially him.âÂ
When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you.Â
âYouâre drunk, Sola,â Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologneâthe one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. âCome on, letâs get you to bed.âÂ
âIâm fine, Guk. Iâm not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,â you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle.Â
Jungkook sat down beside you. âAre you still mad at me?âÂ
The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth wasâyou could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, youâd think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldnât apologize.Â
âI wasnât mad. I was just⊠I just wished you wouldâve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,â you replied softly, biting your lower lip.Â
âWould you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnectâwould you have come?â Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you.Â
Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim lightâlong black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light.Â
But then youâd see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and youâd realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel.Â
âIâll go wherever you go,â you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. âYou know that.âÂ
Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours.Â
âWill you go with me to the moon?â he asked.Â
A small smile ghosted on your lips. âI will, Guk.âÂ
âHow about Saturn?âÂ
âIâll be with you there, too.âÂ
âLaw school?âÂ
You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. âLaw school? Why?âÂ
He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. âI passed UP LAE.âÂ
âBut,â you began. âWhat about film? I thought you didnât wanna become a lawyer like your parents.âÂ
Jungkook looked at the ceiling. âItâs not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.âÂ
âYouâve always wanted to become a director, though.âÂ
âIâm not good enough for it,â Jungkook scoffed. âAll my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroadâyet here I am. Still here.âÂ
You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years youâd known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend.Â
âItâs not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if theyâre showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,â you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. âYouâre a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.âÂ
He looked at you once again. âYouâre drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.âÂ
He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. âIâm not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?âÂ
âDo what?â he asked, chuckling.Â
âYou always cut the conversation when youâre beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didnât do that. Iâm yourâ,â you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? âIâm your best friend.âÂ
âI donât clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,â your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. âGo to sleep. Youâll get a massive headache tomorrow. Iâm just going to meet with Areum and her friends.â Â
Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didnât even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didnât have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life.Â
But nothing in life truly went according to plan.Â
âI love you, Jungkook,â you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. âIâve loved you for seven years now.âÂ
And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear.Â
And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didnât seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening.Â
Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you moreâonly this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash.Â
He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips.Â
His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes.Â
âYou okay?â he asked softly.Â
You nodded. âIâm okay.âÂ
âOkay,â he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. âIs it okay if I take this off now?âÂ
âIâ,â you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. âOkay. Yes, you can.âÂ
Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didnât wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes.Â
âWhat are these, Sola?â Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up.Â
âTheyâre nipple tapes, you dumb ass,â you replied, smacking his arm lightly.Â
âOkay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?âÂ
He was adorably cute. âYes, you just take them off like tape.âÂ
And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other.Â
The sensation was simply divine. You didnât know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo.Â
You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted himâall of himâand so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan.Â
He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. âAre you sure?âÂ
Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that.Â
âIâm sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.âÂ
That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence.Â
âWill you be here in the morning?â you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him.Â
He did the same. âI will,â he promised. âGo to sleep now, Sola.âÂ
But he wasnât.Â
When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done?Â
You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldnât blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dreamâanother wet dream you had of your best friendâbut the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh.Â
It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didnât know if you still had your best friend.Â
When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face.Â
Your heart shattered.Â
You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyuâs familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks.Â
âSola, hey, there youâwhatâs wrong?â The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.Â
âIâI finally told him, Gyu,â you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. âI finally told him.âÂ
Mingyu didnât ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didnât say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped.Â
âIâm sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,â you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying.Â
âItâs fine. Weâll be seeing each other often anyway,â Mingyu shared.Â
You looked at him, surprised. âReally?âÂ
Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. âYou know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in loveâI think itâs backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.âÂ
âYou love him?â you asked.Â
âI donât know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,â he answered. âItâs terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.âÂ
You couldnât argue with that.Â
âWhatâs your plan now?â Mingyu asked.Â
You sighed deeply. âI think Iâm going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?âÂ
âIâm staying here, Sola. IâI want to be with Wonwoo more,â Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically.Â
âGyuâŠâÂ
âPlease be a friend to me now, Sola.âÂ
You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy.Â
âIâm gonna pack now,â you announced.Â
âOkay. Just text me if you need anything,â Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. âI want you to know Iâm proud of you, Sola.âÂ
Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didnât bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didnât want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your momâs contact flashing on your phone screen.Â
You sucked your teeth before answering, âHi mom.âÂ
âSola? Where the hell are you? Why havenât you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!â she exclaimed frantically.Â
âMom, Iâm sorry. Iâm in La Union with Jungkook andâ,âÂ
âWhat the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. Iâm not kidding. If you donât graduate now, I really donât know what Iâm gonna do. Itâs been seven years! Please let me graduate too.âÂ
âIâm already packing and Iâll catch the bus home soon. I justâMom, I donât know if Iâll be able to make it in time for the ceremony âcosâ,âÂ
Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you.Â
âHey tita, itâs Jungkook. Yes. Donât worry. Iâll take her home. Sheâll make it in time. Yes. Weâll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.âÂ
He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. âYou donât have to take me home.âÂ
âI already promised tita I will,â he answered.Â
âYou didnât have to,â you muttered, folding your shirt.Â
Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words.Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above?Â
As if reading your thoughts, he added, âFor everything.âÂ
You nodded. âYou donât have to apologize for anything,â you told him. âItâs not your fault you donât love me the same way.â But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me?Â
Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. âLetâs go. I still have a graduation to chase.âÂ
âWhatâs this?â you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkookâs car with her luggage and bag.Â
âIâll drop Areum on the way,â Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car.Â
You pressed your lips in a line. âFine.â You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in.Â
Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driverâs seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didnât look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive.Â
You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasnât driving in your hometown. âWhere are we?â you asked, taking one of your earphones off.Â
âIâm dropping Areum first,â Jungkook replied.Â
You frowned. âIâm the one chasing a graduation, remember?âÂ
âShh, just go back to sleep. Here,â he threw something at youâyour favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap.Â
You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areumâs house. She turned to look at you, smiling.Â
She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. âCongrats on your graduation, Sola. Iâll see you around, okay?âÂ
âThanks Areum.âÂ
After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. âWhat are you doing there? Come here,â he said, patting the passenger seat.Â
âIâm fine here,â you replied.Â
âSola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.âÂ
For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didnât plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping.Â
When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car.Â
âItâs your graduation in four hours.âÂ
âAre you not going to come to yours?âÂ
âI donât see the point,â Jungkook replied.Â
You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. âIâll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.âÂ
He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldnât quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time.Â
âIâm sorry, Sola.âÂ
âWhy do you keep saying sorry? I told youâitâs not your fault and Iâm fine. Iâm over it now. See you around, Jungkook.âÂ
You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours.Â
You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your motherâs pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduatedâyou just felt the same.Â
After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your motherâs side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, âCongratulations Yu Sola!â printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes.Â
While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkookâs message on the lockscreen.Â
Letâs go, it said.Â
You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not.Â
So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message.Â
Please? One for the road. Iâm outside.Â
You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out.Â
âYou still have it,â he pointed to your shirt.Â
You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasnât anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago.Â
âYou attended your ceremony?â you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. âI thought you didnât see the point.âÂ
âI changed my mind.âÂ
You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart.Â
âOne for the road?â he asked, tilting his head to the side.Â
You took a deep breath and nodded. âOne for the road.âÂ
âShit, I forgot itâs Sunday. Itâs closed,â Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96.Â
âItâs fine. Letâs just go,â you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind.Â
You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence.Â
You couldnât believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. Heâd distance himself from you but here you wereâhaving a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed.Â
Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh.Â
âWhatâs funny?â Jungkook asked, chuckling.Â
You shook your head, drinking your beer. âNothing.âÂ
He nudged your side. âCome on, share it.âÂ
You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years.Â
âI graduated, finally.âÂ
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Blessed With A Curse | J.JK
⟠Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader
⟠Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you arenât thrilled. Youâre even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.
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When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.
⟠Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU
⟠Rating: NC-17
⟠Warnings: | alcohol | piss marking (not on a person) | spanking | scenting | shifting | use of magic | cursing | misunderstandings | unrequited love| mating bite | some blood | knotting | a/b/o vibes | licking | spit play | cum eating | fingering | crying | pack!BTS | rockstar!jungkook | semi-public sex | mirror sex | interspecies relationship | open ending
⟠Word Count: 12.7K
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a/n: for the wonderful @jessikahathaway! i hope you enjoy this bad boy 'cause it had me on my ass a few times. once i was able to get over myself, this wrote itself and i had fun with it. banner/diver made by the wonderful @itaeewon. betaed by the kickass @theharrowing
song credit: werewolf by montionless in white | wolf by woosung
You are typing away on your keyboard, lost in your own little world. It feels like the day is dragging and you would like for it to be over. At least that is what you were thinking until you noticed that the workplace background noise started to fade away. Gazing up from your computer screen, you see your office manager standing near the main door. He clears his throat and claps his hands three times to get everyoneâs attention. What could he possibly want at this hour? Two of the other managers step through the door and you squint trying to figure out why the three of them are here. You donât recall any email about a meeting.
âOkay everyone! Listen up, please?â The office manager looks around to make sure all eyes are on him before he continues. âAs you know our Halloween party is tonight. I expect to see you all there, dressed appropriately!â The office manager stands with his back facing the main door with the HR and Marketing managers on either side of him. The three of them together strongly remind you of Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but you keep that thought to yourself.Â
âEveryone will receive a text message with the address, as well as an email. Please make sure to give the company name at the door and enjoy yourselves.â
âI am looking forward to seeing everyoneâs costumes tonight. See you all later and until then enjoy your time off!â
The three managers all leave with smiles on their faces and you roll your eyes as you turn your attention back to your computer. Honestly, you forgot all about the Halloween party tonight. Itâs not like you have much of a choice, it is mandatory fun. You still have a few more emails to finish up, as well as two more documents to review before you can even think of leaving for the day. A shadow looms over your desk and you sigh knowing that shape right away.
âJungkook, I swear to God if you try a jump scare I will slam your face through this screen.â
A startled whine comes from behind followed by a deep sigh before Jungkook comes to stand in your line of sight by the side of your desk. His chocolate brown doe eyes are even wider than normal as he stares at you with a pout on his lips, making the clear spacers in his piercings more noticeable.
âYouâre no fun. You know that, right?â
You suck your teeth and raise an eyebrow as Jungkook parks his ass on the edge of your desk. His black dress pants strain against his thighs and when you glance up, the white button down he is wearing, pulls at the muscles of his flexed biceps. As the resident werewolf in the office, Jungkookâs muscles are a common topic of conversationâŠand his impeccable sense of smell. Though Jungkook isnât the only creature that works with you. There are vampires, goblins, fairies, wyrm, dragons and even mermaids in the office. It is a mixing pot of species which always offers some kind of entertainment for yourself.
âCan I help you, wolfie?âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes flash a bright red before they shift back to their brown color making you smirk.
âOne of these days Iâm going to bite you,â Jungkook threatens as he curls his upper lip to show off his elongated canines.
âSo I can be stuck with you for the rest of my life?â You grimace and shake your head. âNo, thanks.â Â
âLike you donât wanna be part of my pack.â Jungkook licks his lips and runs a hand through his dark hair, a few of the curls tangling around his fingers making his bicep flex once again from the sudden snag. His hair is styled out of his eyes, swooped upwards and back; not a single hair out of placeâŠuntil now. One lone curl hangs from Jungkookâs head and kisses his temple. You resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.
âPretty sure itâs Taehyungâs pack and I would only join for Seokjinâs cooking and a good cuddle with Yoongi.â
Jungkook growls and you laugh knowing that you struck a nerve. You have met Jungkookâs pack mates many times and they are all a bunch of chill guys. They all work on different floors, in different departments. Yoongi is the pack alpha and from what you know, Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung are the only omegas in the pack. Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook are werewolves, Jimin and Hoseok are demons and sweet Seokjin is an oncilla hybrid. Which blew your mind when you found out because Seokjin is not a little guy by any means, the man is massive.
âJungkook?âÂ
A voice calls his name, cutting through your laughter and you smile at your coworker, Tisha. She is a cute little thing. Doesnât have much height on her, maybe five-one or five-two at best with long black hair and doll-like green eyes.Â
âWhatâs up, Tisha?â Jungkook asks and you turn your attention back to your computer screen, happy for the distraction. You really would like to finish this before itâs time to leave. You would settle for a little overtime, but since tonight is the company wide Halloween party, overtime has been banned.Â
âMy computer is acting up again. Can you take a look at it?âÂ
âHave you emailed tech?â
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. Clearly Tisha hasnât called tech or else she wouldnât be asking for Jungkookâs help.Â
âI thought it would be faster with your help. I know they get busy around this time.â
Jungkook sighs and pushes himself off your desk, âSee you at the party tonight?â
You glance at Jungkook and frown, âYou sound way too excited.â
Jungkook grins and shrugs his shoulders, âWho doesnât love a Halloween party?â Jungkookâs smile is blinding as he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows. âYou gonna be the Little Red to my Big Bad Wolf?â
âIsnât that a little cliche?â Tisha asks and Jungkook waves off her comment.
âI mean, I am a werewolf, soâŠâÂ
Jungkook scrunches his nose and you roll your eyes as you mutter, âMore like an overgrown lap dog-â
âI heard that,â Jungkook growls and you smile up at him, widening your eyes to seem more innocent. Jungkook glares at you with no real anger and huffs. âSuch a fucking brat,â he grumbles and leaves your space with Tisha right behind him chatting his ear off.
You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Jungkook is something else, thatâs for sure. He is your workplace bestie and the biggest pain in your ass all at the same time. Little does he know that your Halloween costume is already picked out. You think Jungkook will get a kick out of it and you might be a little excited to show him.
Standing in your bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around your body, you wipe the steam from the mirror and sigh. You fell asleep when you got home and slept past your alarm, so now you have forty minutes to get ready if you donât want to be hella late to the party. Music plays from your bluetooth speaker, filling the air with Jackson Wangâs âCheetahâ and it makes you smile.Â
The first thing you get started on is your makeup, a nude smokey cat eye with grey accents is the first half of the look. Followed by painting the lower part of your nose a soft pink and upper lip black. Your lower lip is the same grey from your eyes to pull the whole look together. Removing the towel from around your head, you click your tongue. You quickly twist the hair into two braids that go straight back, secure the ends with bobby pins and pull a wig cap on.Â
A set of stencils are on your countertop and you hold one of them up to your forehead. The shape looks weird and you donât have faith that you will be able to make it look right. Using black eyeshadow and a little eyeliner, you fill in the stencil slowly. A handful of black spots are now on your forehead, they look out of place and you frown.Â
Your phone goes off, cutting off the tunes and you glance over to see that Wooyoung, another work friend is calling. You answer the call and put him on speaker as you continue to get ready.
âBitch! Where are you??â
âIâm getting ready. Where are you?â
âI just left the house, did you want me to pick you up?â
You think it over. You really would love to be able to drink and not have to worry about driving home.
âCan you drive slow?â
âThe fuck kinda question-â
âIâm still getting ready, damn. Just text me when youâre out front.â
You hang up the phone and head into your bedroom. Walking over to your closet, you step inside and look at the grey wig you purchased just for this stupid party. Grabbing the wig and the styrofoam head that came with it, you carry everything to the bathroom and set it on the sink. Pulling out your styling products and a pair of hair scissors, you section the wig into parts while singing along to whatever song is playing. For your costume, you think a wolf cut would look cute and match the overall vibeâŠso, with the scissors in your hands, you get to work. The final product isnât bad, a nice mix between a shag and mullet. It is roughly sexy and once you place it on your head, you canât help but grin.
Grabbing a makeup brush, you spend some time on your eyebrows, making them look fluffy and slightly overgrown before you grab the unopened pack of fake canine teeth. Carefully, you glue them onto your own canines and smile at your reflection. Itâs all coming together. The last thing you need are the hazel contacts that sit on the counter. You struggle with them, but after a solid five minutes, you have them both in. You look at yourself in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss, this was a wonderful idea!
Leaving the bathroom for the time being, you look at the outfit that is laid out on your bed. A grey bodysuit with black heels, a set of fluffy grey and beige triangle ears and a matching tail. Your phone chimes with a notification and you know that Wooyoung is outside waiting for you. Dropping your towel, you skip over to your dresser and pull open your underwear drawer.Â
Looking at the different colors and material, you settle on a baby pink lingerie set that still has the tags on it. Itâs a mesh thong with small and medium sized flowers on the sides with an open underwire bra that has the same flowers covering your nipples in a diagonal line. Looking at the set you smile to yourself because you are sure you have a pink choker from your wild days that matches.Â
Putting the set on, you slip into the bodysuit and double check that the flower impressions of the lingerie arenât visible before you search for the choker. Your phone chimes again and you roll your eyes.
âYes, yes. Iâm coming,â you grumble to yourself as you quickly fasten the pink leather choker around your neck. It even has a tiny silver hoop that hangs from which looks cute as opposed to badass. You clip the tail to your outfit, set the ears on top of your head and look at yourself in the mirror one last time.
âDamn, I look good!â
Grabbing your shoes, phone and purse, you head to the front door and text Wooyoung that you are coming outside now. You shove your feet into your black heels and hurry out of your apartment, more than a little excited to see Jungkookâs reaction to your costume. Taking the elevator, you hum to yourself and wait until you reach the first floor. You wonder what Wooyoung is dressed as. You know for a fact that the man is dressed up, he will never pass up a chance to show off his beauty.
Outside of your apartment complex you look around for Wooyoungâs car and spot it across the street. He spots you at the same time and climbs out of his car, whistling as he does so. Wooyoung is stunning in his white ruffled shirt. The loose sleeves cuff around his wrist, the collar is lined with lace, with a keyhole opening on his chest that he pairs with a black leather corset harness. His black dress pants hug him nicely and his freshly dyed black hair hangs just below his eyebrows.Â
âOoooooooh! Look at this sexy lil kitten. Hello, beautiful!âÂ
You roll your eyes and grin, stepping into Wooyoungâs arms as he hugs you tightly. Pulling away, you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and stare at Wooyoungâs hair.
âYou look good. Black might just be your color.â
âPlease,â Wooyoung pushes towards the other side of the car as he opens his door. âAny color is my color.âÂ
Once in the car, you buckle up and fiddle with your phone, âCan I DJ?â Wooyoung gives you permission and you giggle to yourself. You have yet to listen to Mark Tuanâs new EP âFallenâ, so what a perfect time to do it now. Syncing with the radio, you hit play and âYour Worldâ starts to play.Â
âI donât recognize the voice,â Wooyoung comments and you shake your head.
âCause your taste in music is shit. This is Mark Tuanâs new EP.âÂ
âIâm going to pretend you didnât say that. Would be a real shame if your door just magically opened, huh?â
You laugh and Wooyoung sucks his teeth, coming to a stop at a red light. Looking out the window, you notice that the clouds above are a pale grey color that carries the promise of a light shower later on.
âWho do you think is going to out their office romance this year?â Wooyoungâs voice pulls you from your thoughts and you shrug your shoulders.Â
You remember from last year that your office manager and one of the newer interns wore matching Halloween costumes. They were the only workers dressed as Team Rocket from Pokemon. You havenât really heard any dating rooms going around in your office but that doesnât mean the rest of the office is innocent.Â
âI heard Jungkook was going to be the Big Bad WolfâŠnot much creativity there.â
âOh, you think?â
âIf I was a fucking werewolf, I would pick something else-â
âLike what?â
âI donât knowâŠmaybe a dog catcher?âÂ
You whip your head to the side to look at Wooyoung and he glances at you from the corner of his eye.Â
âWhat? Thatâs pretty fucking clever!â
âI-I canât believe you just said that.â
There is a small beat of silence before you and Wooyoung both start to laugh.
âJungkook would rip you a new one if he heard that,â you wheeze, thankful that you used waterproof makeup since your eyes are tearing up.
âI mean, come on. That would be fucking iconic!â
You shake your head in disbelief and Wooyoung giggles.Â
âSo, I get that youâre a cat, but like, I have no idea what kind.â
âYou really canât tell what breed I am?âÂ
âI just said that.â Wooyoung shots you an unimpressed look and you sigh.
âDamn, I thought it was obvious. Iâm a pallas cat!â
âA what?âÂ
âOh come on, Woo! Itâs my favorite animal of all time! Itâs one of the tiny big cats.â
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, âIâll take your word for it, kitten.âÂ
Based on the company-wide email, the club is called Dionysus and the music rattles the windows of Wooyoungâs car as he finds a parking space. Outside there is a slight chill in the air, the scent of fried foods and sweat riding the current that creeps from the open door that leads into the club. With Wooyoung by your side, you make your way to the front of the line. People glare at the two of you but Wooyoung grabs your hand and gives it a firm squeeze.Â
âDonât worry about them. We have people inside waiting.âÂ
At the front of the line, a woman with startling electric blue eyes raises an eyebrow as Wooyoung walks up to her. There are a pair of black rounded ears on top of her head and you know that she is some kind of hybrid, but you arenât sure what breed. Maybe a rodent of some short, you think she could be an opossum. She is dressed all back, with the clubâs name written in silver cursive across her chest.
âYou donât see the line?â Her voice is sharp and Wooyoung shakes his head.
âWeâre not trying to be late, our boss is expecting us. Blue & Grey Enterprise.âÂ
The woman nods her head and looks down at the clipboard in her hands, âNames?â
Wooyoung rattles off your names and she asks for ID before the two of you can enter the club. The club looks more like an opera house. Itâs a large glass and iron building with beautiful ash-white archways, spicy grey pepper LVP flooring and an endless supply of natural light. Simple tracking light fixtures are placed through the club, spaced together in groups of two with elegant grey and white pendant lights hanging at tasteful intervals. There are two floors to the club and the moment you step through the doors, you feel like you have been transported to another world.Â
It feels like the scene of a high budget movie. All around you, people are dancing with drinks in their hands. The lighting is a mix of blue, purple and red with smoke snaking around on the floor. The walls seemingly reflect the lighting, creating a mirror like effect that shimmers and glows. The air is warm but you can feel that the air conditioning is on somewhere, most likely on the second floor since heat rises. Large floor to ceiling silk curtains hang from up high, sheer and light in soft shades of cream that drink in the colors of the lights.Â
âCome on, letâs find our group.âÂ
Wooyoung moves to the far edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall as he pulls you along behind him. In the corner elevated above the crowd, a large DJ box is suspended with hanging black ivy, fairy lights and a floating staircase. The DJ wears an oversized head piece that resembles a Greek statue with a gold and emerald circlet on top. The place is impressive and you wonder why the company chose such an extravagant place. Many people are dressed in costumes as you walk past and from the amount of skin shown you know that none of the people on the lower level are from your company.Â
A set of steps leading to the upper level catch your eye and as you get closer, you notice that there is a guard dressed much like the woman from out front. The security guard stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he looks completely unphased by the strangers around him. Upon seeing you and Wooyoung, he narrows his eyes and Wooyoung shows his work ID. Following his lead, you do the same and the man nods his head before he unlatches the green and gold ivy rope that blocks off the upper floor.
âEnjoy yourselves tonight.â
Wooyoung releases your hand and motions for you to walk up before him. He blocks anyoneâs eyes from staring at your butt and you giggle to yourself. Wooyoung is such a gentleman, you love him dearly.Â
If you thought the lower level was something out of a movie then the upper level is pulled straight from the dreams of an elite designer. Dark wooden furniture with plush white and black setting, vines of ivy clung to the walls, golden ring lights are pressed into the ceiling with more of the white pendant lights hung in small clusters. A single bar top that runs the entire length of the room, is pressed against the wall. The counter is too far away to see but you wouldnât doubt if it was marble.
You spot a few familiar faces and point out the coworkers to Wooyoung. The two of you head over to say hello before you search for your friends.Â
âOh my God, you made it!!!âÂ
Arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing the breath from your lungs and when you look down, a bright red hood is all you see.
âYour costume is so cute! Are you a hybrid?âÂ
The body pulls away and those striking green eyes spark up at you. You take in the womanâs sultry makeup, the soft curls in her hair and the spillage of boob from the white ruffled blouse that has a black corset pushing everything upwards.Â
âTisha! You lookâŠwait, are you Little Red?âÂ
You stare down at your coworker and you can feel the pride spilling off her as she grins and nods her head. Her curls bounce around her shoulders and you canât help but laugh. Of course she would want to match with Jungkook.
âIt suits you.â You look around and you donât see Jungkook at all.
âRight! I just know Jungkook will love it!â Tisha smooths her hands over the red skirt of her dress and cocks an eyebrow. âSo, what kind of hybrid are you?â
âA cat.â
âThatâs so cute! You and Jungkookie always but heads, so it works too!â
âHuh?âÂ
Tisha waves her hand around and shrugs her shoulders, âYou know what I mean, right? Like the two of you are always bickering.â You hum in agreement and she pulls at your arm as another smile takes over her face. âLetâs get a drink!â
Together, you head over to the bar and sure enough, the bar top is white and black marble. To your left you notice a familiar face, âTaehyung?â
The man turns at the sound of his name and mismatched brown eyes find yours. A boxy smile pulls at a set of lips and you find yourself smiling as well. If Taehyung is here then you know Jungkook isnât too far behind. Taehyungâs eyes drink you in from head to toe and he nods his head, âA cat hybrid? Cute.â
âYou think so?â You twirl around for Taehyung and he chuckles at the sight of your tail.
âYou really put some effort into it.â
âDo you like my costume?â Tisha jumps into your conversation with Taehyung and his eyes slide over to her.
He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue, âLittle RedâŠhow original.â
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at Taehyungâs unimpressed tone but Tisha is clueless.Â
âI know Jungkook said he needed a Little Red to his Big Bad, so yeah. I thought it would work out.â Tisha gushes and Taehyungâs head tilts in confusion.
âBig BadâŠlike-like the wolf?âÂ
âYeah, duh! What else would he be?â
Taehyung looks down at his outfit and you take the time to figure out what he could be. His usual dark brown hair is dyed a soft honey brown and cut into a mullet. His warm brown eyes are underlined in thick black liner with a black smudged smokey look and there is a tinted balm on his lips. A double chained necklace hugs his throat a little looser than the choker that you wear and itâs paired with a white tank top that hangs loosely around his frame. A leather jacket with silver studded sleeves really pulls the whole look together with simple black leather pants and chunky black boots.Â
âAre you in a band?â You question and Taehyung grins.
âIâm the lead singer, pretty.â
âThat doesnât make any sense,â Tisha pouts and Taehyung takes a sip of his drink before he looks at Tisha.
âOh really? And why is that?â
âJungkook is the Big Bad Wolf. Why would you be a singer of a band?â
âI wonder?â Taehyung muses with a knowing look and you roll your eyes. âCan I get you a drink?â Taehyung offers and you laugh.
âItâs a company party, Tae. The drinks are free.â
Taehyung puts his hands up with a laugh, âWorth a shot.â Taehyung raises his hand to get one of the bar tenderâs attention and when the young guy comes over, you order a whiskey sour while Tisha orders a tequila sunrise. The three of you chat for a while and Tisha looks bored.
âWhere is Jungkook?â She asks for the umpteenth time and Taehyung ignores the question.
âWhy donât you go look for him, hmm? Iâm sure heâs around here somewhere,â you offer seeing the way Taehyungâs jaw ticks.
Tisha scans the room and nods her head with a sigh, âBetter than being here all night.â
When Tisha is out of sight Taehyung downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar top.
âThank fuck, sheâs gone. Holy shit! How can she not take a hint? Damn!â Taehyung curses as he runs a hand through his hair. âDoes she really think Jungkook likes her? Iâll kick his ass outta the pack, I swear to Luna!â
You laugh and slap Taehyungâs shoulder, âShut up, you will not!â You shake your head and sip at your drink. âBesides, Iâm sure that Jungkook is reaching his limitâŠassuming that this band you speak of, is with the whole pack?â
Taehyung ducks his head, trying to hide his smirk but you know him better by now.Â
âWhatâs everyoneâs role?â
âIâm the singer, Hoseok is lead guitar, Namjoon is bass, Jungkook is drums, Yoongi is keyboard, Seokjin is rhythm guitar and Jimin is our manager.â
You giggle and try to imagine the pack as full fledged rock stars.
âCan Hoseok even play the guitar?âÂ
Taehyung laughs as he shakes his head, âNope, but he looks good holding one.â
âWho looks good?âÂ
That all too familiar voice creeps up behind you and you feel an arm being thrown around your shoulders.Â
âGet off me, wolf boy!âÂ
Warm musk, with a slightly fresh and clean scent engulfs you as you are pulled into a tight embrace.Â
âOh, cat ears? Cute!âÂ
You push at the chest that is in front of you and when you can see light again, you glare up at Jungkook as he smirks down at you. You notice right away that Jungkook has two silver hoops in his lower lip and you swallow thickly. Jungkookâs eyes seem to darken as he looks down at you and before you can say anything he boops your nose with his index finger.
âAre you a pallas cat?â He steps closer and you feel his hand slide down the length of your spine, stopping at the small of your back, where your tail is clipped. âYou even have a cute little tail. Such a cute little kittenâŠâ
âS-Shut up! What happened to the big bad wolf, huh?â You poke at his chest and Jungkook pretends to be wounded as he backs away and stands by Taehyungâs side.Â
At this distance you can take in his full costume, and honestly he looks good. His hair has been dyed black and style messily with wisps and spikes while a fringe hangs in his eyes. You assume that he is wearing clip-in to give himself a little more length in the back for his shorter mullet. Jungkookâs ears are completely adored in many silver hoops that are mismatched in size and style, along with a chunky chain necklace.Â
Heâs wearing a white graphic t-shirt tucked into a pair of plaid pants that have different shades of blue and red; with fabric straps buckled around each of his thighs. A matching jacket is worn over top and large black boots with five thick buckles complete his outfit. Taehyung said that Jungkook was the supposed drummer and he definitely looks the part.
âWhat? Iâm still pretty big-â
âShut up!â You snap as heat attacks your face and Jungkook just smirks while Taehyung laughs.
âHave you seen Tisha yet?â Taehyung asks and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
âNoâŠshould I have?â
âFor fuck shakesâŠ.â You whine and Taehyung chuckles.
âYouâll find out sooner or later.â
Wooyoung emerges from the crowd and throws himself at the bar. Sweat is beading along his forehead and his hair is now sticking to his face as he pants to catch his breath. You look at your friend and pat his back soothingly while raising your hand to order him a glass of water.
âSo many peopleâŠand itâs not even just our company. There is another one here too.â
âI thought I didnât recognize a lot of people,â Jungkook sighs and Wooyoung licks his lips.
âI donât know how many times Iâve been hit on but someone grabbed my ass and I was done.â
âThat fucking sucks.â
Everyone stares at Jungkook and his face heats up as he holds up his hands and shakes his head. âOh my God! N-No, thatâs not likeâŠshit! Thatâs not what I meant. I wasnât trying to be funny.â Jungkook stammers seeing that Wooyoung is dressed like a vampire.
âYouâre so fucking stupid,â You laugh and Jungkook pouts while Taehyung just sips his new drink.
A piano playing a well known beat catches your ears and you perk up.
âI love this song!â You rush off to the dance floor without looking back and Jungkook growls seeing the different set of eyes following after you.
âDown, boy,â Taehyung teases and Wooyoung chokes on his water. âYou can go if you want but Jimin and Hoseok are out there. The three of them together will be safe.â
Wooyoung nods in agreement and clears his throat, âWhen are you gonna drop the invite into the pack?âÂ
âItâs open-â
âNever.â Jungkookâs voice is flat as he glares at Taehyung and Taehyung just huffs with an eye roll. âA human canât be in the pack. It isnât safe.â
Weaving in and out of people, Tisha searches for Jungkook. She has not found a single man dressed as the Big Bad Wolf and she is starting to wonder if maybe Jungkook hasnât arrived to the party yet. She met Taehyung at the bar and while walking around she sees Jimin and Hoseok on the dance floor. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting at one of the booths with drinks in front of them, just chatting it up, but no Jungkook.Â
Another thing that is bothering her is that the members of Jungkookâs pack are all dressed in a similar fashion. Eyeliner, smokey eyeshadows, leather and chains with black boots. She always thought that packs tended to do group costumes as part of their culture. It is in their blood to want to match or at least coordinate with each other.
Feeling thirsty, Tisha moves through the bodies around her and heads towards the bar. She spots Taehyung in the same spot that she left him but this time he is talking to another man. She cannot tell who it is from the back, but she knows that it isnât Jungkook. Sighing, Tisha stands in front of the bar and ignores Taehyung and the other man as she orders a double shot of tequila with a long island iced tea as a chaser.Â
âYou okay, Tisha? Youâre looking a little down.âÂ
Tishaâs eyes slide to the side and she sees Wooyoung looking at her with concern in his brown eyes.Â
âI canât find Jungkook anywhere!â Tisha whines and Taehyung sips his drink. This has nothing to do with him. âHis whole pack is here but he is-â
Tisha spots movement in her peripheral coming towards Taehyung and then there is a brief pause. She turns her head and sure enough Jungkook is standing a few feet away looking at the phone in his hand. A smile starts to tug at Tishaâs lips as she takes a step towards Jungkook but she stops and looks at him. He isnât dressed as the big bad wolf at all. If anything heâs dressed as some wannabe rockstar from the 80âs.Â
âHeyâŠJungkook?â Tisha calls out to him and Jungkook looks up from his phone. His eyes widen when he sees that Tisha is wearing a Little Red Riding Hood costume. âI-I thought you were gonna be a wolf?âÂ
âOh, umâŠyeah. I was just joking around.â
Tisha bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, âYou look good. This is a different look. Itâs veryâŠdifferent.â
âThanks! Iâm the drummer in the pack,â Jungkook winks and Tisha giggles.
âYeah? Are you good at banging things?âÂ
Jungkook opens his mouth and quickly closes it before he rubs the back of his neck and Tishaâs eyes widen.
âUm, so-sorry, that came out wrong.â
Taehyung and Wooyoung share a look and before Taehyung can take pity on his pack mate, Jimin and Hoseok bust through the crowd of people with you right behind them. Jiminâs face is flushed and his eyes are ink black. Taehyung jumps to his feet and Jungkook is pulling you out of Hoseokâs grasp, pushing you behind himself.
âWhat happened?â Taehyung demands as he pulls Jimin into his arms. Jiminâs body melts, legs go weak and Taehyung helps him over to the bar. He sits Jimin in his chair and smooths the black hair from Jiminâs face.Â
Hoseok runs a hand through his own shaggy brown hair that is also cut into a mullet as well. âSome asshole siren tried to corner her-â Hoseok points in your direction, âinto leaving with him.â
âWhat?â Jungkook whips around to face you and grabs your arms, turning you every which way to make sure you are unharmed. âAre you okay? Did he touch you?â
âIâm fine, Jungkook.â You cup Jungkookâs face in between your hands, seeing that his eyes are now ruby red. âI promise. Jimin defended my honor.â
âI should have ripped that assholeâs head off!â Jimin hisses and Hoseok rubs his back as he nods his head in agreement.
âWhy didnât you?â Jungkook snaps and Hoseok clears his throat.
âWeâre at a work event, Kook. Wouldnât be a good look for our very human bosses to see us covered in blood.â
Jungkook grumbles under his breath and nuzzles into the palm of your hand. You smile and coo at him, scratching right behind his ear.
âWhoâs a good boy?â
âFuck off,â Jungkook laughs as he pushes you away from him and you notice Tisha standing at the bar for the first time.
âI need a drink,â Jimin mutters and Taehyung waves over the bartender.
âAnything you in the mood for?â Taehyung questions and Jimin shakes his head. âShots for everyone?â
âYes!â
âBring it!â
Taehyung orders two rounds of shots and you all gather around Jimin. Holding a glass in your hand you stand beside Jungkook and grin as you all clink your glasses together. Downing your shot you curse as it spills out of your mouth a little and dribbles down your chin.
âDid you fucking miss your mouth?â Jungkook laughs and wipes at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. âSuch a messy kitten, huh?âÂ
âShut up!â You pout and your whole body shivers as the liquid makes its way through your body and warms your chest.
Jungkook brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks the extra liquor from his finger making your eyes widen, and before you can comment, Tisha speaks up.
âAre you two dating?â She asks, looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes.
âWhat?â
âExcuse me?âÂ
You and Jungkook take a step away from each other while shaking your heads.
âWolfie isnât my type.â You lie through your teeth. Jungkook is every bit your type, but he doesnât date humans.
âYeah, not really feeling the whole easily killed bit,â Jungkook points out and Tishaâs whole face lights up.
âJungkook?â Tisha calls his name and sets her glass on the bar top. âCan I talk to you for a moment please?â
Jungkook looks at Taehyung for help but he is ordering another round while Hoseok is making sure Jimin is okay. Wooyoung is watching it all unfold and you are ignoring Jungkook now since Tishaâs question. Jungkook sighs and steps to the side, making room for Tisha to walk past.Â
âLead the way,â Jungkook relents and follows Tisha in silence.Â
âYou think sheâs gonna drop the bomb?â Wooyoung wonders as he knocks back a shot and your face scrunches up.
Tisha and JungkookâŠyeah that wonât go over well with the pack. The pack is a family and it is hard to leave, so when a member starts to court someone, the pack has a huge say in the matter. None of Jungkookâs packmates like Tisha and Jungkook has voiced his grievances about Tisha to you many times. Overall you think Tisha is okay, but she is a bit spoiled and wants things her way. You glance up at the glass ceiling of the club and the clouds above are a little darker but you can still see some of the stars in the sky.
âI think Jungkook is fucking clueless about her feelings and might break her heart,â Taehyung voices and you suck your teeth. You hope he doesnât make her cry, that would be embarrassing for everyone.
Outside on a balcony tucked behind large white and gold curtains, Tisha stands with Jungkook hidden in the dark of the night. The air is cool enough for goosebumps to appear on Tishaâs arms and Jungkook frowns.Â
âWe should get back inside quickly. You could get sick out here.â
Tisha smiles at Jungkookâs thoughtfulness and grabs the end of her cape before she hugs an arm around her body, underneath her breasts; surrounding herself in a little bit of warmth. Her free hand plays with a strand of hair and she looks up at the sky. Inhaling deeply before she lets it out, Tisha thinks of how she can start the conversation.
âItâs beautiful out tonight, right?â Her eyes fall to Jungkook and she watches in silence as Jungkook glances up at the stars, nodding his head in agreement. âIâve always loved the night time, itâs so much more peaceful.â
Jungkook bites the inside of his lip, nibbling on the back of his lip ring as he listens to Tisha talk. He really doesnât understand what she is trying to say but heâll let her ramble if it makes her feel better.
âJungkook can IâŠâ Tisha sighs and tucks the strand of hair in her hand behind her ear. âCan I ask you a personal question?â
Jungkookâs brows raise and he stares at Tisha unsure if he wants to hear the question.
âUm, yeahâŠI guess.â
âYour pack. A-Are you together?â
âHuh?â
âLike romantically, are you together?âÂ
Jungkookâs mouth drops open and his eyes widen, âWhat? Nooooo! No, no, no-â He laughs and shakes his head, âLuna, no! They are more like my brothers than anything.â
âReally? You guys seem close.â
Jungkook tugs at his earlobe and fiddles with one of the earrings. âI mean thatâs what a pack is. They know me better than anyone in the whole world. They look out for me and make sure Iâm okay. And I do the same for them. Itâs hard to explain to a human, but think of wolves as-â Jungkook hums as he thinks of the right term to use, âSoulmates. Thatâs pack. We all found each other in this crazy fucking world and we make each other better, as brothers.â
âAnd if you want to date outside of the pack?â
âDate? Yeah, thatâs an option too. Just because we live together doesnât mean that we canât date or have a normal love life. Our partners become part of the pack and thatâs really it.â
Tisha nods her head at the information and Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, not sure what else to say.
âJungkook?â
âThatâs me!â Jungkook tries to joke and Tisha smiles.
âI um, I-I really like you and I want toâŠwell-â Tisha sighs and shakes her head before she steadies her nerves. âWould you like to go out with me?â
Jungkook stares at Tisha unblinking. He looks down at his shoes, over to the plant in the corner and back to Tishaâs shoes before he looks up into her face. She is staring with wide eyes, her mouth pressed into a weary smile as she waits for an answer.
Jungkookâs mouth opens and closes a few times before he clears his throat and huffs out a dry laugh. âThatâs um, well you see-â
âYou can pick the time and place. I donât care where it is as long as Iâm with you.â Tisha quickly interrupts and Jungkook licks his lips, fighting to figure out how to break her heart nicely.Â
âYeah, thatâs not the issue, Tisha.â
âDo you want me to pick the place?â Tishaâs eyes seem to sparkle in the low lighting of the stars and artificial candle flames that sit in old iron lanterns.Â
âYouâre not understanding me.â Jungkook sighs and licks his lips before he kicks at the ground with the toe of his boot. âIâm not going to date youâŠever.â
âWh-What? B-But, why? Youâre single and Iâm single.â
âYeah, but Iâm not attracted to you. I never was and Iâm sorry if I ever gave you that impression but-â
âIs it someone at work? Do you like someone else?ïżœïżœ
âWhat?â
Jungkookâs eyes double in size and Tisha laughs something hollow and cold. In the green of her iris, small wisps of smoke start to swirl around in her eyes as the wind around them picks up.
âWho is it, Jungkook? Who canât let you go? You belong with me!â Tisha shouts above the wind as it starts to moan and groan. Leaves and debris from the street are whisked into the air and thrown about. âWho?!â Tisha demands and Jungkook shakes his head.
âWhat are you doing, Tisha? Stop it! Youâre going to hurt someone!â Jungkook takes a step forward and Tisha shoves her arm out. A strong gust of wind knocks Jungkook back onto his ass and his eyes glow red as he glares at the woman before him.
âIf you wonât tell me who it is then everyone shall suffer!â
âWhat?!âÂ
Jungkook watches in horror as the clouds above darken into a deep grey, almost black and circle over the club. A sudden bolt of lightning strikes the building and the whole place is plunged into darkness before the clouds start to thicken and drop down into a cyclone with the club being in the eye of the storm.
âI canât date you, Tisha!â Jungkook yells as he forces himself to half shift, his nails elongating enough to dig into the concrete beneath him. âYouâre human. Witch or not, it wouldnât work!â
âThatâs a lie!â Tisha shouts and another bolt of lightning strikes the building, this time a deep emerald green color. Green smoke falls from the cycling and there are sudden screams from inside. Jungkookâs eyes dart towards the doors and his heart pounds in his chest, he can feel his pack mateâs fear through their bond. Suddenly everything inside goes quiet. The screams, the music, everything is deathly still and Jungkookâs eyes shift to red.
âWhat did you do?â Jungkook demands. He canât feel his packmates anymore. Tisha grins and itâs wrong. Twisted and crazed as she licks her lips.
âThis is your punishment, Jeon Jungkook! Suffer with everyone else!â Tisha hisses and crackles something wicked before she disappears in a green poof of smoke. The clouds lighten and thin out and shortly after like the play button on a remote had been pressed the lights in the club come back on.
âJungkook?!â
âKookie!?âÂ
Namjoon and Seokjinâs voice call his name over the music, closer to the door. Jungkook glances at where Tisha stood, scared that she will harm his packmates even when he cannot smell her.Â
âJungkook?!â
Arms wrap around Jungkook, the scent of pack, his pack floods his senses and his body slowly untenses from the unease that grips his heart. He is stuck staring at the spot where Tisha was standing and Namjoon waves his hand in front of his face.
âJungkook, what the fuck happened? We felt your fear from insideâŠare-are you okay?â Seokjin looks over Jungkookâs body while Namjoon searches the balcony for anything unnatural.Â
There is a scent in the air, heartache, longing and such ire. Namjoon rubs his nose and sneezes, shaking his head as he walks back over to Seokjin who is helping Jungkook stand on his own two feet.Â
âWhat happened?â Seokjin asks once more and Jungkook shakes his head. He doesnât believe it himself.
âHyungâŠTisha is a witch. I-I think she put a curse on me?â
âWhat?!â Namjoon and Seokjin both shout and stare at Jungkook in disbelief; he is just as shocked. Witches arenât rare but they tend to work and live within their coven. To have a lone witchâŠTisha must be very powerful.
âWe need to contact Hyunwoo and-â
Someone screams from inside the club and the sound of glass shattering fills the air before growls, hisses and more screams pour out into the night air.
The three of them share a look and rush inside, scared for the rest of their packmates. Inside the club, a million different scents assault their noses. Strong scents of fear, confusion and bloodlust are hard to ignore.
âWhat the fuck is happening?â Seokjin gasps as he sees creatures being held down out all over the place.Â
The sharp scent of death catches Namjoonâs attention and he growls low in his chest, âPack!âÂ
Seokjin and Jungkook rush after him as Namjoon barrels through the bodies, pushing everyone out of his way. At the bar, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are acting as a living barricade around Hoseok who is holding your unconscious body as Wooyoung hisses, his eyes are black with red spider veins pulling at his pale skin, and there are razor sharp fangs dripping venom in his mouth.
Jungkook blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes. No, thereâs no way. Wooyoung isnât a vampire, heâs human like youâŠJungkook looks past his packmates and his breath catches in his throat. The grey ears on top of your head twitch and flicker in his direction before Hoseokâs red eyes find him.
âWhat the fuck?!â Jungkook growls under his breath and Hoseok is just as confused.
âWe need to get out of here, now!â Yoongi growls as he shoves Wooyoung back, sending the fledgling into the nearest table.
Wooyoung picks himself up and snarls, his teeth dripping venom and before he can attack, another vampire, much older and more powerful (Jungkook thinks his name is San) grabs him and uses his own power to put him under.
âThank you.â Yoongi gives the vampire a firm nod and they all turn to your unconscious form in Hoseokâs arms.
âWe leave now.â Taehyung leaves no room for debate and they all form a barrier around you and Hoseok.
âOh my God! Itâs BTS!!â Someoneâs voice shouts over all the chaos and all at once, all eyes in the place are focused on Jungkook and his pack.
âHuh?â Hoseok looks around confused, he isnât sure what is going on. BTS? Yeah, thatâs what they decided to call their little band for the night. Itâs short for Bangtan Sonyeondan, something Namjoon and Yoongi came up with on the fly.
âJungkook, marry me!â
âYoongi, marry me!â
All over everyone is screaming their names, shouting for their attention and are forcefully restrained by security guards. One guard comes up to them and others clear a path for the group to be led down the steps and onto the first floor.
The pack looks at Taehyung and he nods his head, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok tightens his hold around you and together, BTS walk through the cleared path and down the steps. The DJ from before is completely marble and stands frozen in time. Jungkookâs eyes widen as he follows the group and notices that they are being led to a stage that he didnât notice in the midst of everyone dancing before.
As Taehyung steps onto the stage, the others follow suit. Hoseok silently hands you over to Jimin and pats his shoulder.Â
âKeep her safeâŠâÂ
Jimin shifts you in his arms while the rest of the pack go up on stage and his nose wrinkles as lime zest and cane sugar tickle his senses. A faint milky undertone sits at the base of the scent and Jimin growls low. Omega.Â
On stage, Taehyung steps up to the mic and clears his throat.
âUhâŠyeah. So, weâre BTS and I honestly have no fucking clue what is going on. But, whatever! Weâre here and it would be a waste to pass up such a nice stage.â
Jimin snorts at Taehyungâs words. Something has happened and while he isnât sure what, Jimin can smell the ever subtle trace of magic in the air. The pack all look at each other and take their positions, Jungkook sits behind a drum set, Hoseok and Seokjin grab guitars, Namjoon picks up a bass and Yoongi stands behind a keyboard.Â
Taehyung howls into the mic and Jungkook comes behind him on the drums. Namjoonâs fingers pluck at the strings of his bass while Seokjin starts the rhythm and soon the whole band is playing as Taehyung sings.
I can feel you, I can hear you, howling in my bones
Thereâs an evil lurking in the dark (thereâs an evil lurkinâ in the dark)
Ever shifting, skin is ripping, as you take control
I canât tell where you end and where I start (thereâs an evil lurkinâ in the dark)
Namjoon and Jungkook act as the backing vocals, giving the song an added layer of dark mystery.
A ferocious diagnosis, under moonlit hands, will
The man become the monster or the monster become man?
Seokjin sings in a higher register than Taehyung and the crowd is eating it up.
I could be up all night, but Iâm paralyzed when the creature comes alive
'Cause itâs fight or fright, in the full moonlight
You can run but you canât hide
I could be honest, I could be human
I could become the silver bullet in your head
But no one can break my heart like I can
(Werewolf)
As Yoongi howls and the band continues to play, you start to stir in Jiminâs arms. Your eyes open, squinted and blinking rapidly as you try to adjust to the lighting. Jimin coos down at you, nuzzling his nose against yours with a pensive smile on his face.
âHey, welcome back.â
You groan in response and Jimin carefully lowers you to the floor, keeping an arm around your waist as strength comes back to your legs. Everything is loud, so, very loud. The lighting is making you feel sick as well and the top of your head feels like itâs on fire. You reach up to scratch at your scalp and Jimin quickly grabs your hand.
âWaitâŠj-just wait a minute.âÂ
âIt itches! This headband needs to go.â You whine and Jimin nods his head in understanding.
âRightâŠthe headband.âÂ
Jimin lets go of your hand and you eye him weary as you reach up to snatch the headband from your head. You touch something soft and your whole body shivers, your stomach twisting into knots.
Bleed the neon from the bite marks, ever bittersweet
Smile for the camera but donât flash your teeth (everybody loves a mystery)
Let the bodies hit the dance floor to this heartbreak beat
I feel like somebodyâs watchinâ me (feels like everybodyâs watchinâ me)
Seductively destructive, we are true romance
Does the man become the monster or the monster become man?
Your head snaps to the side and your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook and his pack performing on stage. You remember Taehyung telling you that Hoseok could not play the guitar, but you canât tell from how he is shredding away. Your eyes jump from member to member and they are each playing the instrument that Taehyung has told you about. You never knew that Jungkook could even play the drums.
âWhat is even going on?â You whisper, feeling like this has to be some kind of dream.Â
You look at Jimin to ask a question and gasp, flinching when you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. A hiss spills from your lips and Jimin eyes you critically. Your eyes start to water and you donât understand why you are in pain. Jiminâs eyes soften in understanding and he moves you to stand in front of him.
âOne moment, kitten.âÂ
Jimin forces his nails to grow and pinches the fabric of your bodysuit between his fingers. Carefully he rips the fabric at the base of your spin and you shiver as his fingers wrap around something that wasnât there before. You feel Jimin pull something out of your bodysuit and the pain is gone.
âFeel better, kitten?âÂ
âUmâŠyeah. W-What did you do? What did you pull-â You jump at the feeling of Jiminâs hands on yourâŠitâs not your butt but itâs pretty close. Turning your head to look over your shoulders, your hazel cat eyes double in size at the sight of a grey tail. âIs that-â
âYouâve got a tail to match your pretty earsâŠâ
âI-IâŠwhat is happening to me?â
Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you as you slowly start to fall apart. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, you donât understand what has happened. One minute you were joking with Wooyoung and the next everything was pitch black and you suddenly had the worst headache of your life. Wooyoung dropped to the floor unconscious and when you checked for a pulse there wasnât one.Â
Your head still hurts and when you go to rub it once more, you feel soft fur as it tickles your fingertips. EarsâŠyou have real animal ears on top of your head where your headband should be.
Jimin nuzzles his nose into your neck and you purr, your body feeling lax as you lean against his chest. Jimin hums deep in his chest and inhales a lungful of your new scent.
ïżœïżœïżœMmmmm. Youâre a hybrid from the smell of it, kittenâŠand you smell wonderful.â
âA-A hybrid? But, how? This has to be a dream.â
âThat weâre all in and aware of?â Jimin muses and you gulp. He has a point there. Maybe this is more like a nightmare. âLetâs just roll with it for now and we can figure out what the fuck is going on after. Right now no one is trying to kill, attack or fuck anyone, so Iâll take that small victory.â
âWhat are the guys going to do?â
âWhat do you think? Weâre BTS, the world famous rock band!â
The name rings a small bell deep in your subconscious and slowly, song after song plays in your mind. BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Yes, you remember now. BTS is a band that you work withâŠno. No, that canât be right. It doesnât make sense. Why would BTS work at your company? Your mind is starting to feel hazy, molasses slow as the memories of the pack start to shift into fleeting meetings and longing stares shared through a screen. What are you even doing here by their managerâs side?
The song changes and Namjoon howls. It makes your ears twitch and your eyes focus on the drummer, Jungkook as he starts to move around.
볎ëŠëŹ ìëì
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ì§ë„Œ êŒŹì§êł
ì°žììŒ íë ê±°ìŒ no
ìì ëììë
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ë ìŽë»êČ íŽìŒ ëŒ
Taehyung growls the word âwolfâ low into the mic and your tail wraps around your waist as Jungkook howls. On the second âwolfâ the whole band howls along with the other werewolves in the club. Beside you, Jimin smirks and throws his arm over your shoulder.
âShall we get a drink? The others will come up when they are done.â
âS-SureâŠâ You struggle to find your footing as Jimin grabs your hand and pulls you through the mass of bodies with two members of security tagging along. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you feel the haze of your mind lifting. You shake your head trying to clear the lingering effects of whatever was going on downstairs and Jimin helps you sit at the bar. He keeps a hand on your lower back, just above your tail and tells you to sit forward on the stool, so that your tail isnât squished. You take his advice and Jimin nods, proud of himself as he sits beside you.
âWater?â Jimin offers and you hum in agreement. Water sounds like the safest choice since you still have no idea what is going on.Â
âHow long will this-â You motion to your ears and wiggle your tail behind you, âLast? I donât know if I can take the amount of smells coming at me.â
Jimin coos with a frown and places a hand on your knee, âWeâll figure something out. As a demon, my nose is better attuned to curses and there is magic in the air. Itâs faint but there.â
âA curse did this?!â You stare at Jimin in disbelief. âWho would even want to do this?â
âYouâd be surprised.â Jimin laughs and runs a hand through his ink black hair. âIt has been quite a while since Iâve seen a spell of this caliber. To affect everyone, both human and mystic alikeâŠI hate to say it but Iâm impressed.â
âSays the demon that just became the manager of a famous band,â You frown and Jimin chuckles.Â
âWhat can I say? Iâm blessed!âÂ
Jungkook is panting by the time he walks off the stage with the rest of his pack. His hair is plastered to his forehead by sweat and the jacket he had on is now draped over one of his arms. He knows his graphic t-shirt is soaked, he can feel it stick to his chest, abs and back. Itâs a gross feeling but the cheering from everyone in the club is worth it. As he heads up the steps that lead to the second floor, Jungkook feels his inner wolf pace around. The animal is uneasy and Jungkook cannot remember why.
Reaching the second floor, Jungkook easily spots Jimin and sees that he is talking to what looks to be a hybrid. Needing a bottle of water, Jungkook makes his way to the bar and the scent of freshly zested limes dusted in cane sugar smacks him in the face. The wolf inside purrs in content and presses at the forefront of his mind. Jungkookâs eyes shift to red and Jiminâs gaze meets his own. The demon grins, his teeth gleaming in the lighten as he licks his lips and says something to the hybrid before him.
The hybrid turns in their seat and piercing hazel cat eyes stare into Jungkookâs very soul. The ears on top of your head twitch and your tail quivers, your chest rumbles with a loud purr and Jungkook is standing in front of you in the blink of an eye.Â
âKittenâŠwow.â Jungkookâs eyes glance up at your ears and heat creeps up the back of your neck and runs fire hot under your cheeks.Â
You duck your head to gather your thoughts, unable to think straight with Jungkook looking right at you but he isnât having that. Lifting your chin with his index and middle finger, Jungkook growls in warning and narrows his eyes.
âEyes on me-â
The faintest hint of sweetened milk invades Jungkookâs olfactory and he leans forward, grazing his nose along the pink leather of the choker around your throat. Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook inhales deeply and you whine, your tail flicking around behind you.Â
Jimin slides off his bar stool and disappears into the bodies that are on the second floor. He knows when he isnât needed.Â
A hot dampness, pressed against your neck, the choker in the way, guarding most of the skin as Jungkook samples your new scent gland. You shiver and Jungkookâs inner wolf howls.
âOmega.â
Jungkookâs nose presses against the choker and he inhales again, your scent creating a warmth deep in his stomach that makes all the blood rush to the knot in his pants.Â
âA-Alpha?â
The title is a high pitched whine, a mix between a purr and cry. Jungkook growls as your sent spikes, the cane sugar now much sweeter and it makes his mouth water.
âWhat do you want, Omega?â Jungkook flicks his tongue against your choker and nips at the leather with his teeth. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he breathes against the moist skin. Jungkook hums in question as you remain silent, your scent becoming sweeter and sweeter as the seconds pass. âTell, Alpha, pretty kitten. Tell Alpha what you want.â
âK-Knot. Want A-Alphaâs knot!â
Jungkookâs wolf claws to the surface, determined to answer his sweet omegaâs call as your body trembles in front of him. Jungkook grabs hold of your hand and tugs you towards the restrooms. Kicking the door open to the women, Jungkook shoves you inside and snarls at an older bird hybrid that is coming out of the menâs room. He slams the door shut and clicks the lock in place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.Â
Your senses are in overdrive, your body feels too hot and you feel a gush of liquid spill from between your legs. You whine at the feeling, not used to the heady scent coming off of Jungkook or the wetness between your legs.Â
âI know, âmega.â Jungkook huffs with a chuckle as he pulls his dick free from his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his back towards you, Jungkook bites his lip as his groin tingles and he starts to pee on the floor by the door, the liquid seeping under the crack of the door and spilling out into the hallway. Jungkook grumbles as his wolf yips in delight. Now, no one will try to come into the bathroom. He gave them a clear warning that this place is his and soon he will show everyone that the omega is his as well.
âWolfie!âÂ
Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and spins on the heel of his boots. There you are looking like sin. Your chest is heaving, sweat is beaded on your forehead and your hazel cat eyes are blown wide. What a pretty sight, his pretty little kitten. Jungkook walks over to you, his boots landing heavily against the floor before he is standing in front of you. Jungkookâs large hand wraps around your throat and you whimper, widen your legs as he steps closer. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothing, you can feel the stiffness of his dick and it makes your mouth water.
âMessy kitten,â Jungkook coos and licks at the corner of your mouth. You didnât even realize that you were drooling. You part your lips and turn your head slightly, as best you can with his grip on your throat. You greet his tongue with yours and Jungkook groans at the taste of you. He licks into your mouth, exploring every crevasse as he devores your moans, swallowing them down like a sweet treat. Fingers dig into your hip and you gasp as he pulls you flush against him, his thigh pressing right into your clothed clit.Â
Grinding his thigh against you, Jungkook relishes in the soft wet squishing sound your pussy makes as the fabric becomes soaked. The light grey fabric darkens in one spot and Jungkook groans as you nip at his pierced lip with your newly sharpened teeth.Â
âEasy, kitten.â
âK-Knot me Alpha! Want your knot!â You beg, your hips starting to jerk against his thick and corded thigh.Â
âMake it messy for me, kitten.â Jungkook mummers as he trails his lips up your jaw to the lobe of your ear. âRuin these pants and Iâll knot your pretty pussy.â Jungkook takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs it lightly. âCan you do that?â
âY-Yes! Yes, Alpha!âÂ
You grab at Jungkookâs t-shirt, fisting the material in your hands as you start to grind down on his thigh harder. Jungkook looks down his nose at you, watching you get yourself off with little to nothing but the promise of his knot. The wolf inside is happily wagging its tail and howls. Your scent is maddening, Jungkook wishes he would have told you to ride his face and not his thigh. You start to pant more, soft moans and fevered âah, ah, ahsâ fill the air as you reach closer and closer to your release.Â
Jungkook takes pity on you, he reaches between your bodies and presses his thumb right against your clit adding more pressure. Your back bows and you yowl in pleasure as your stomach tightens forcing more liquid to spill from you. Your walls tighten around nothing but thatâs okay. The promise of Jungkookâs chock eases the ache and as you shiver from the afterglow of your release, Jungkook removes his thigh and rips your bodysuit right down the middle.
You yelp from sudden display of strength and Jungkook chuckles as your scent grows even sweeter. Grabbing your hips, Jungkook spins you around and pushes your outfit off your shoulders. It gathers at your hips and catches on your tail which makes Jungkook growl as he rips the suit once more. It falls to ribbons at your feet but you donât care about that. What you care about are the set of red eyes drinking in the baby pink lingerie that does very little to hide your body in the bathroom mirror.
âFuckâŠâ Jungkookâs hand rakes up your sides and slides forward, cupping your breasts and squeezing them before he licks at the side of your neck. âLook at you, so fucking sexy. So fucking-â Jungkook tweaks your nipples between his fingers and chuckles as your tail swats at his side.
âFucking perfect for me.â Jungkook pulls the bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the fabric before he slides a hand down the front of your body and teases the apex of your thighs.
âI can smell you from here kitten.â Jungkook slaps your thigh twice and you part your legs, giving him access to your dripping core. Cupping your sex, Jungkook pushes the thong to the side and teases two of his fingers between your lips. You shiver at the warmth and your eyes flutter closed. âEyes on me!â Jungkook demands with a quick slap to your thigh.Â
Opening your eyes, you watch as Jungkook drags his hand from between your legs and lifts it up to eye level. You can see your arousal coating his fingers in a clear fluid that is sticky as he separates his fingers creating a thin spider-like web between them. You watch, mouth dropping open as Jungkook licks his index finger with the flat of his tongue before he sucks his middle finger into his mouth. His eyes never leave yours as he releases his fingers and trails them down the length of your body. It disappears behind you and you can feel Jungkook shifting around before the warmth of his bare thighs grazes your ass and tail.
You lean forward, back arched with your ass poking out, chest nearly spilling into the cool white porcelain of the sink. Biting his lip, Jungkook purrs in approval and grabs your ass in his hands. He squeezes the globes of flesh tightly, his eyes falling to the smooth-looking skin. He glances at your reflection in the mirror to make sure that you are still looking at him. He smirks and delivers a quick slap to your right cheek. You whine at the slight pain, but it makes your walls clench, more of your arousal seeping from between your legs. Jungkook giggles, fucking giggles as he soothes the sore spot with his hand and nibbles on his lip piercing.
âGonna make sure youâre fucking always full, kitten. Canât wait to cream this pussy and plug you with my fat knot.â
Before you can even beg, the heat from Jungkookâs cock shuts you up as the tip slides between your folds and kisses your entrance. One single push and Jungkook bottoms out, your walls stretching with a dull pain that makes you whimper in delight.
âShhhiiiit!â Jungkook groans, his head falling forward as he starts to thrust his hips shallowly. The warmth of your pussy is addicting, the smooth endless glide of your slick is everything and more that Jungkook has ever imagined. Looking at the way your pussy stretches around his cock, Jungkook tightens a hand on your hip; his fingers digging into the flesh as he picks up speed.
Skin on skin, wet and loud. Squashling, squeezing, dripping, and warm, so fucking warm. Jungkookâs eyes zone in on the tail at the small of your back and licks his lips. Running a hand down your spine, he grabs the base of your tail and gives it an experimental tug. Your walls wrap around him in a vice, daring him to move as a full body orgasm is ripped out of you. Your toes curl, your eyes slam shut and you scream, your hazel eyes now a vibrant blue as your canines grow double in size.
âF-fuck!â Jungkook smacks his lips as he continues to fuck into your pussy. âThatâs in âmega. Make it creamy, baby.â Jungkookâs voice is deeper, more of a hiss as the thin white translucent slick from your pussy circles the base of his dick, covering his half-formed knot.
Jungkookâs eyes shift to red and his words slowly fade away, giving room for more growls and snarls as his wolf takes over. Another wave of pleasure washes over your body. Your back arches and your tail wraps around Jungkookâs wrist as you plead for his knot, begging him to plug your needy hole.Â
Slamming into you, Jungkook feels the way your womb opens up to him, the way it craves his seed and that spurs him on. Gripping your hair, Jungkook pulls you upward and groans as your walls pulse around his dick. His teeth ache, feeling too big for his mouth, just the right size for the empty spot over your scent glade.
âMine!â Jungkook growls as his knot starts to swell to the size of a softball. âMineâŠmine!â The round base pushes against your entrance and your legs shake as your pussy is stretched even more to accommodate his size. Licking his lips, Jungkook howls as his knot pops into you with a loud squish and you scream as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck. Wetness sprays from around Jungkookâs knot, your walls squeeze, push and pull, trying to force him out and keep him in. Itâs a painful mixture of pleasure that has you seeing stars, and when the hotness of Jungkookâs seed fills your womb, you shiver.
Your neck stings, burns something awful before a cooling numbness spreads and seeps deep into your veins.
Love.Â
Want.Â
Need.Â
Mine.Â
Mine.Â
Mine.Â
Blue eyes meet red ones in the mirror and your inner cat curls into a little ball of soft, soft warmth. Tears blur your vision as Jungkook releases your neck. His tongue is rougher as it licks at the open wound and he shushes you, rubbing his hands up and down your back before he gathers you in his arms as best he can with his knot still locking the two of you together.Â
âShhh, kitten. Itâs okay, I got ya. Iâm here.â Jungkook tilts your head and licks your tears away, pressing his lips to your cheek and inhaling the scent of you and him. The wound on your neck has closed over, no longer bleeding but it isnât fully healed. Itâs an ugly shade that you know will take some time to go away but you will wear it with pride.
Tears spill over your eyes and Jungkookâs scent changes as he starts to panic. âIâm sorry, fuck! Iâm sorryâŠI didnât ask!â
You donât care about that, not really. You have loved Jungkook for so long, and you pray that this isnât some stick and twisted nightmare. Jungkook always says that he will never date a human because they are too fragile and he cannot always control his wolf. You understood that you had no place beside Jungkook other than as his friend⊠But now?
âW-What happens now?â You cry, gripping onto Jungkookâs forearm as he holds you up right. âIâmâŠIâm not a real hybrid-â
âHey, hey! No, none of that kitten.â Jungkook presses a million kisses to your cheek and hugs you tightly.
âYou wonât want me when I change back.â
âI will always want youâŠâ Jungkook drops his forehead to your shoulder and kisses your new mating mark. âI love you.â
âW-what?âÂ
Hot tears stream down your naked back and Jungkook sniffles.
âI love you. I-I donât care if this is temporary.âÂ
Your lower lip wobbles and you shake your head unable to understand. Jungkook loves youâŠbut-
âJimin and Hoseok will figure it out. Theyâre demons, this is their shit.â
âAnd if they can turn me back?â You ponder and Jungkook picks his head to look into your eyes through the mirror.
âIt is your call, kitten. I will love you either way. The mating mark will not go awayâŠwe can figure it all out.â
Jungkookâs knot starts to deflate and he carefully pulls away from you before he spins you around and tugs you into his arms. His lips are soft as he kisses you breathless. Love, so much love is poured into the kiss and you melt into his body.
âI love you, Jungkook.â You whisper against his lips and Jungkook smiles, his nose scrunching up as he nuzzles against your mating mark.
A knock at the door makes both of you jump and Jungkook growls loudly.
âAre you done yet?â Yoongiâs voice comes from the other side of the door. âThe Ward of Magic is here!â He informs you and your eyes widen. The Ward of Magic? They only come when a serious crime has been committed.Â
âDo you have my jacket?â Jungkook calls out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.
âRight here, Kookie.â
Jungkook steps away and pulls his shirt off over his head. He eyes your body and looks down at his shirtâŠRipping the shirt a few times and making a couple of knots, Jungkook holds out what is now a cute and edgy skirt. You quickly put it on, pull your tail through a rip and keep your back towards the door while Jungkook grabs his jacket from Yoongi.
âFor fucksake, Kook! Put your dick away!â The pack alpha scolds and Jungkook slams the door in his face. You giggle upon turning around and seeing that Jungkookâs ears are tinted in embarrassment.Â
Jungkook holds out his jacket and you slip your arms into it. Carefully, you remove your shoes and Jungkook snickers as you step out of your destroyed body suit. Shoving your feet back into your shoes, you head into the stall and quickly clean yourself up while Jungkook does the same.Â
âReady?â Jungkook questions, his large boba eyes filled with fierce determination.
âReady.âÂ
Hand in hand, you and Jungkook exit the bathroom and Yoongi is waiting against the wall with a small smile on his lips.
âWelcome to the pack, kitten.â He giggles, seeing the mating mark on your neck, and Jungkook licks his lips. He knew that his whole pack would feel it the moment he bit you, but having the pack alphaâs approval makes a weight in his chest lift. Jungkook nudges you to head out first, so that he can speak with Yoongi alone. Yoongi raises an eyebrow and quickly scruffs Jungkook on the neck gently. âGuess you were blessed with a curse huh?â
#jungkook fic#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#bts collab#jessikahathaway#blessed with a curse#soc jungkook
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a -songic gender for just breathe by sky-hi ft. 3racha of stray kids
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Paradise | JJK - Fourteen
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: drinking, references to blow jobs that happened like 60 seconds before the chapter starts, Jungkook's a bit possessive, Jin's a bit jealous, mentions of pregnancy, references to sex, 2021 AMAs Jungkook is the wedding visual, special guest stars Woosung and El Capitxn
Word Count: 7.5k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
A/N:Â Happy two years of Paradise!! đ Two years ago today, I posted the first chapter of what was going to be a five-part series. So to say I can't believe we're here is really no joke!! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, reblogged, sent me asks or DM'd me about this series - this is all because of you! đđđ
Unbeta'd as usual. Please donât be a silent reader, Iâd love to hear from you! Taglist is open. đ
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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you.Â
Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the menâs room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as youâd swallowed, you might not be far off).Â
You hadnât planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.
You also hadnât meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that youâd woken up in Jungkookâs embrace. Youâd barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?
Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the menâs room sight unseen.
âYN!âÂ
Or not.
As soon as you close the door, you hear Jinâs voice calling to you. Heâs standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.
âHey,â you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant youâve ever been in your life, as if you werenât just gagging on Jungkookâs dick in a public bathroom.Â
Jin smiles as you approach, but thereâs a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and youâre so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the menâs room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest.Â
âEasy, tiger!â he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. âIâm used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only youâve taken it literally.âÂ
You roll your eyes, but youâre pretty sure heâs not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin.Â
âI left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-â Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. âOh. Nevermind, I see.â He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.
Another hand slips into yours.Â
Jungkook didnât wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -
Oh, shit.Â
âYou left this behind, jagiya.â Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You mustâve left it on the counter. âDid you want me to hold it during the ceremony?âÂ
Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, itâs understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isnât how youâd expected to officially introduce them. And he doesnât exactly look thrilled to run into him now.Â
On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence.Â
âUm. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?âÂ
Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. âOf course,â he says, nodding solemnly, as if youâd just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints.Â
Jin clears his throat lightly.Â
âOh! Iâm sorry, Jin, this is Koo- Jungkook. Jungkook, Jin.âÂ
Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but itâs definitely up there. Thereâs still a bit of Jungkookâs taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly.Â
You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. âJinâs the best man.âÂ
âSure am.â Jin grins.Â
âHe and Yoongi grew up together,â you add, ignoring Jinâs little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didnât miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if heâs gnashing his teeth.Â
âNice to meet you, Jungkook. Thatâs quite a grip you have there.â Jin slides his hands into his pockets. âYNâs told me a little about you.â
âNice to meet you, too,â Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. âWish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.âÂ
You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?
Jin just grins wider. âSo⊠she said youâre a dancer?âÂ
âYeah, I'm a dancer. But Iâm also an artist,â Jungkook replies, chest puffing out slightly.Â
âYes! You should see his work, Jin. Heâs an incredibly talented painter,â you add, and the corner of Jungkookâs mouth twitches, like heâs holding back a smile. âI might actually have a photo on my phoneâŠâÂ
Jungkook doesnât give you any time to check. âYâknow, I think Iâve heard of you. Youâre a cook, right? I think my halmeoni watches your show.âÂ
If Jungkook intended that as a jab, Jin shows no sign that he felt it. âWell, technically, Iâm a chef. And a restaurateur. But yes, I do host a successful cooking program - actually, itâs about to be turned into a series for a major network.â
âRight. So like I said. You cook.â
Jinâs the one twitching now, his eyebrow rising slightly at Jungkookâs blasĂ© tone. But rather than looking annoyed, Jin looks amused. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still glowering. You, though? Your smile feels a little strained as you try not to react to the snarky shots being fired off around you. Jungkook seems more rattled than youâd expected by Jinâs presence. Youâve never heard him talk like this.Â
âYouâre right, I do cook a little,â Jin laughs. âIâd like to think Iâm pretty good at it. But YN could tell you, since Iâve cooked for her a few times.â He glances at you, the sparkle in his eye youâd noted earlier back and twinkling a little too merrily for your comfort. âFrom what I remember, sheâs been pretty satisfied every time.âÂ
And youâd thought this couldnât get any more awkward than running into Jin post-beej. How silly of you.Â
Jungkookâs fingers grip yours tighter. âAnd yet not satisfied enough to ever bring it up. Huh. Sounds like it was kinda forgettable.âÂ
Jinâs eyes flicker to yours questioningly and you cringe, still struggling to come up with anything to say that could make this conversation less tense. At this point, youâd be better off wishing for the ground to open up beneath you, as useless as your brain is being.
Jin coughs. âAnyway, YN, Yoongi asked me to tell you to tell Jennie that the officiant is running a little late. Nothing to worry about!â he adds hastily upon seeing your concerned face. âJust caught in traffic. But on his way.âÂ
Great, another thing for Jennie to stress out about. âOkay. Iâll let her know.âÂ
Guests are starting to fill up the rows of chairs on the other side of the glass wall. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lisa heading towards you, waving your bouquet. Thankful for the interruption, you stretch out your hand.Â
âCome on, weâre cutting it close on time!â she announces. âHey, what happened to your lipstick?âÂ
âUhâŠâ Rather than answer, you opt for escape, tugging on Jungkookâs hand lightly to urge him to follow you. âOne sec, Lis. Come on, Jungkook, letâs find you a seat.âÂ
âSee you at the altar!â Jin calls behind you, and you wince, feeling Jungkook stiffen momentarily.Â
Thereâs an empty chair on the end of a row on the brideâs side. Jungkook folds himself into it, placing your clutch delicately on his lap.Â
âUm, so, we already took photos earlier, so Iâll just come find you after the ceremony.â
âOkay.â Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, nodding.Â
An unsettling feeling comes over you. Should you apologize for not telling him about Jin? Or say something about what just happened in the hallway? What did just happen, anyway?Â
Through the glass, you can see Lisa waving, pointing at her watch. Shit. Whatever happened, youâll just have to talk about it later.
As you turn to leave, Jungkook grabs your wrist. He threads his fingers through yours, pulling you closer to him, until his lips brush your cheek. âSee you soon, jagiya.â He gives you another soft smile, sunlight sparkling in his eyes. The angry scowl from the hallway is nowhere to be seen.Â
Your head is a mess as you follow Lisa. How had you not mentioned to Jungkook that Jin would be here? Damn, maybe he was right - maybe you really never talk about Jin.Â
Both men had warned you when you started dating them that they could get competitive. Apparently that meant passive aggressive disses and weirdly possessive behavior. If this is how the two of them are going to behave, youâre in for a long day.Â
A small room cordoned off from the rest of the rooftop restaurant has been turned into the brideâs waiting room. Jisooâs doing a last pass on Jennieâs makeup when you arrive. She takes one look at you and reaches for a tube of lipstick sitting on the makeshift vanity.Â
âBabe, what happened to you? You look stressed.âÂ
RosĂ© hums in agreement. âI expected you to stumble in here looking more satisfied than that. You dragged Jungkook away at lightning speed!âÂ
âPucker up,â Jisoo orders you, and you obey, letting her fix your lips.Â
âMmm, well, I found her talking to both Jungkook and Jin in the hallway, so maybe that has something to do with it?â Lisa pipes up, eyebrow raised.Â
âOh shit, did something go down?â RosĂ© asks, a little too excited for your taste.Â
âWell, actually,â you start to say, then shake your head. This is the last thing you need right now. This day is too important to be derailed by your love life. âIâm fine. Everythingâs fine. Oh, but Jin did say that the officiantâs running a little late, Jennie. Heâs on his way, so thereâs no need to panic, but the ceremony might start a few minutes later than planned.âÂ
âOh, see, Jennie? I told you there was no reason to worry - now youâre not the only one whoâs late!âÂ
âJisoo!â Lisa hisses. RosĂ© covers her mouth to suppress her giggles.Â
Jennie, who has been sitting silently since you walked in, inspecting her appearance in the makeup mirror, lets out a strangled sound thatâs a cross between a laugh and a wail, and buries her face in her hands.Â
âGirl, please do not make me fix your makeup again,â Jisoo pleads as she crouches next to Jennie. You pull up a chair next to her and sigh, rubbing Jennieâs arm lightly.Â
âJiâs lame attempts at humor aside, how are you feeling?â you ask.
Your best friend is absolutely radiant in her white gown, dark hair tumbling in gentle waves down her back as she turns to you.Â
âIâm still okay. I know things were a little⊠dramatic yesterday, but really, Iâm okay today. You guys donât have to keep asking me how Iâm feeling.â Jennie clasps your hands, giving you a soft smile. âIâm excited and Iâm nervous but more than all of that Iâm ready to marry the love of my life.â She pauses. âI think maybe I should use the bathroom again, though. I guess I have some time.âÂ
âIâll help you,â Lisa volunteers, gathering Jennieâs train and following her out of the room.Â
Youâre quiet until the door closes behind them. âOkay, was anyone else expecting her to freak out about the ceremony starting late?âÂ
âSheâs keeping it together, somehow,â Jisoo shrugs. âI think sheâs still a bit in shock, honestly. But sheâll be okay.â
âSheâs fine, as long as no one mentions anything about the you-know-what,â RosĂ© informs you, crossing her arms as she glares at Jisoo.Â
âYou donât have to censor yourself when sheâs not in the room.â Jisoo rolls her eyes.Â
Your friends fall into their usual bickering, but youâre too deep in your thoughts about Jennie to bother telling them to knock it off. Maybe Jisooâs right and sheâs still adjusting. Just another reason to try to stay focused on her and make sure everything goes perfectly for her and Yoongi.
Itâs the least you can do for your friend, after the day she had yesterday.
Yesterday
Friday morning brings you a sweet surprise. You werenât expecting to wake up with Jungkook in your bed. He spent most of the night making you forget all about Taehyungâs joking offer to drop to his knees at your promise to help him, doing such a good job that youâd almost forgotten your own name, too. Youâd figured heâd slip out in the middle of the night after youâd fallen asleep.Â
You were wrong. Heâs still here, all messy bedhead and sleepy eyes, laughing quietly about alarm clocks and wrapping you up in his arms. He follows you like a puppy as you start your morning routine - into the shower, back into your room, and then into your kitchen - and honestly itâs no wonder that you decide to take the day off to spend it with him. The thought of repeating yesterday and hanging out with him all day is too tempting to refuse. Even though youâll see him pretty much all day tomorrow at the wedding - look, if heâs down for it, then why not?
And then somehow the universe decides that your day has only been maybe a solid eight out of ten so far and decides to kick it up a few more notches, by offering you a possible life boat off the sinking ship that is your job.Â
Hey YN!
I know this is ridiculously fast, but my company has an opening, and I think youâd be great for the job! Long story short someone unexpectedly quit yesterday, so now we have a position we need to fill immediately. I hope itâs okay, but Iâve given your name to our VP in charge of hiring and sheâd like to bring you in for an interview! She asked me to reach out and see if youâd be all right with coming in next week - I know thatâs fast, but this is for a new project thatâs being rushed to production so we really need someone to crunch some numbers ASAP!Â
Let me know if youâre interested!
Best,
Wendy
As if thatâs not enough, Jungkook offers to help you practice for the interview, and suddenly you canât see through the hearts in your eyes. Could he be any sweeter? You thank him, and he kisses you, and you melt, lost in his warmth.Â
Jungkookâs voice brings you back to reality. âHow many more emails do you need to answer?âÂ
âUmâŠâ you stare at your laptop. âLet me just respond to Wendy and then Iâm done.â
âCool.â Jungkook stretches. His t-shirt rises with the motion, his Adonis belt briefly visible, and you know heâs caught your stare when he smirks. You quickly turn back to your computer, but he just wraps his arms around your shoulders, catching you in a back hug.
âIâm gonna go home and take off these dirty clothes,â he murmurs, teeth nipping your earlobe. âCome find me when youâre done. Iâll be waiting.âÂ
âFuck,â you breath. Jungkook laughs, obviously pleased at the effect he has on you. Heâs such a tease sometimes. Youâre trying to figure out how to flip the tables on him when your ringtone starts trilling.
Be still, my heaaaaartâŠ
âOh god, I bet thatâs my boss, wanting to talk me out of taking off.â You frown as you check the screen. âShit, itâs Jisoo. I gotta take this.âÂ
âHey, do you have a second?â Jisooâs voice comes through a little strained. And loud. Sheâs talking over some sort of high-pitched wailing. It takes you a minute to figure out that itâs a personâs voice making that sound.
âJi! Whatâs going on? Wait, whatâs that sound? Is that Jennie? Is she crying?â
âYeah, thatâs Jennie. Sheâs - sheâs had - well,â Jisoo sighs. âLook, Iâm over at her place because I wanted to treat her to a manicure today because I know sheâs been too busy to schedule one and you know how she gets about her nails so I thought it would be a nice surprise but when I got here - oh, you know what, this is not important to the story, why am I telling you this?âÂ
âJust get to the point, Ji!â
âIâm trying! Iâm sorry, itâs been a big morning and - what?â Thereâs a muffled conversation happening suddenly, and you stare blankly at your computer as you wait for Jisoo to return. You donât know what the hell is going on, but you donât like any of it.
âJust ask her to come over!â you hear Lisa say in the background. Lisaâs at Jennieâs, too?Â
âI was getting to that!â
With a frustrated sigh, you try to get Jisooâs attention. âOkay, okay, Iâm coming over!â
âDo you mind? I know you have to work-â
âNo, Iâm not working today, IâŠ.â You pause, knowing that Jungkookâs just in the kitchen, likely able to hear everything youâre saying, not wanting to embarrass yourself by admitting that you took the day off just to be with him. âItâs a long story, Iâll explain when I get there.âÂ
You donât end up explaining anything once you arrive. Thatâs because as soon as Lisa opens Jennieâs door, she greets you with a tiny white stick bearing two little pink lines. RosĂ© is right behind her, beaming from ear to ear.Â
âOh my god.âÂ
âI know!â Lisa grins, throwing her hands in the air. âBaby Min, coming to you soon!âÂ
You frown, glancing over Lisaâs shoulder. âWhere is she?âÂ
The sound of Jennieâs crying gets louder as you approach the master suite. When Lisa stops outside the bedroom closet, you grab her arm.Â
âBefore I go in there - are those happy tears or sad tears?â Youâre pretty sure you already know the answer, but you need to know what to expect.Â
Lisa grimaces. âSomewhere in the middle, I think.âÂ
Jennieâs curled up beneath the hangers of clothing stuffed into the closet that she shares with Yoongi. Sheâs wearing one of his oversized hoodies, sniffling into the black material as Jisoo, smushed into the corner beside her, carefully untangles herself.Â
âTag, youâre in,â she says, taking the hand you offer to pull her to her feet.Â
Thereâs not a lot of room for you but you squish yourself in as best you can, and immediately tuck Jennie against you. Jisoo closes the door behind you.Â
âHi, babe.âÂ
âHi,â Jennieâs voice is wavery and small, so far from her usual confident, cheerful tone, that it hurts your heart. âDid they tell you?âÂ
âI saw.âÂ
Jennie settles against you, hiccuping slightly through her tears. âThis wasnât part of the plan.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Jennie has been mapping out her and Yoongiâs future pretty much since the day they met. They both want to start a family, but Jennie insists that they enjoy their honeymoon period first. And sheâs determined to make tenure at the school where she teaches before taking time off to have kids. She wants to have it all, but at her own pace and on her own terms. Which means timing everything out so meticulously. So carefully.Â
Gently, you brush a lock of hair from her wet cheek. âSo⊠do you know howâŠâÂ
Jennie sighs. âPretty sure it was the night of my bachelorette party. I came home and Yoongi asked how it went and um, I kinda couldnât stop talking about my lap dance.â Your friendâs face flushes at the memory, and you bite back a grin. Youâll have to tell Jungkook he left a lasting impression. âAnd Yoongi⊠well, you know how he gets competitive sometimes?âÂ
You canât help it. You burst into laughter.Â
âYoongi gave you a lap dance?!âÂ
âGod, I wish Iâd seen that,â Jisoo says from the other side of the closet door. âIâd love to know if heâs got moves.âÂ
In all your years of friendship, youâd never known Yoongi to do more than a simple side-shuffle whenever Jennie would drag him onto a dance floor. The thought of him performing an erotic lapdance is too much for even your overactive imagination to conceive. Â
Jennie just smiles to herself. âBelieve me, he does.â She glances at you shyly. âHeâd kill me for telling you this but⊠you donât think Jin choreographed his routine all by himself, do you?â she laughs, referring to the night Jin danced for you, and your brain breaks a little trying to picture Yoongi doing the same moves.Â
The closet door flies open.Â
âIâm gonna need to hear every last detail about that,â Lisa proclaims.Â
âSame,â RosĂ© adds, and Jennie laughs for the first time since you arrived. She sits up, dabbing at her face with the sleeves of Yoongiâs hoodie.Â
âUgh, my face is going to be so puffy tomorrow.âÂ
âNo, it wonât. Weâll take care of you,â Jisoo promises, already on her feet. âIâll go raid your kitchen for supplies. Do you have any cucumbers?â Sheâs gone before Jennie can answer, Lisa scrambling behind her.
âAnyway⊠we always use protection, but you know how they say itâs not 100% foolproof? Yeah, turns out theyâre telling the truth.â She stares at her sweater paws, suddenly forlorn again, and you give her a tight squeeze.Â
âIâm sorry, babe. I know this is⊠a lot.âÂ
âYeah. And I justâŠâ You donât say anything, just wait patiently until she finds the words sheâs searching for. âI just feel like a failure. You know? Like, itâs so stupid, butâŠâ She shrugs. âI feel like everythingâs ruined now.âÂ
âOh, Jennie, no!â Wrapping both arms around her, you sigh. âAccidents happen. Thatâs life! You can make all the plans you want but you canât control everything. Thereâs chaos everywhere! And even if you do your best to avoid it, sometimes it gets through. And itâs not always bad! I mean⊠look at me and Jungkook. He came out of nowhere. I didnât plan to start dating him and Jin at the same time. I didnât know it was gonna get serious. I thoughtâŠâ you trail off, realizing youâre making it about yourself. âSorry, this is not about me.âÂ
âNo, itâs ok, finish your thought. Tangents and diversions are good right now,â Jennie informs you.
You bite your lip, weighing your words. âBack when Jin and I met, when you introduced us, I just thought⊠this is it. This is my chance to have what Jennie and Yoongi have. Something real. Something safe and steady.âÂ
Jennie nods, encouraging you to continue.Â
âAnd then Jungkook⊠heâd always been so close but Iâd never gotten to know him. He came in and opened my eyes to another possibility. To something exciting and different and - and passionate, and, oh god, I sound like a shitty romance novel, donât I?â Burying your face in your hands, you laugh.Â
âNo, go on!!â RosĂ© says.Â
âIâm just trying to say - plans donât always work out. But that doesnât mean youâre a failure. And sometimes, the unexpected can be exactly what you want. Or need.âÂ
Jennie sighs, and you can feel her relaxing against you for the first time since you sat down beside her.Â
âI hear what youâre saying. And Iâd like to believe that. Itâs just⊠really difficult for me to accept that Iâm not always in control.âÂ
âThatâs a fucking mood,â Jisoo says, returning from the kitchen with a mug of tea in her hand. Lisa carries a bowl of some sort of cucumber concoction, and the two of them settle on the floor outside the closet.Â
RosĂ© scoots across the carpet until sheâs close enough to take one of Jennieâs hands. âBack to your chaos, if thatâs what weâre calling it. Is it too soon to ask you what youâre gonna do?âÂ
Jennie groans, pulling the oversized hood over her head.Â
âIâm gonna take that as a yes.âÂ
âI just want to get through the wedding,â Jennie states, voice muffled by the soft fabric. âIâm getting married tomorrow! And I donât want anything to - to ruin it. Or make things weird, or more stressful than they already are. I mean, fuck, I think my halmeoni is already upset that weâre not doing a traditional wedding. Imagine if she finds out I got knocked up before marriage!âÂ
âOkay, then weâll make sure no one finds out tomorrow.â Lisa glances at everyone and you all nod in a wordless pact. âWeâll do whatever it takes to make sure your day is as perfect as youâve planned. You know we will!âÂ
âDoes Yoongi know?â
Jennie peels her hood back to look at you. She shakes her head.Â
âI took the test this morning, after he left for work. Iâve been so busy lately that I didnât even realize I was late until today! Ji was the first person to find out when she showed up, and then she called the rest of you.â She pauses, fiddling with her sleeves again. âI think Iâm going to wait to tell him until after the wedding. Weâll need to have a serious talk, and thereâs too much going on right now.â She glances up. âIs that - do you think thatâs okay?âÂ
Once again, she seems lost. This time, when you go in for a hug, RosĂ© joins you.Â
âBabe, you can tell him whenever youâre ready! Itâs your body.âÂ
âYeah, but weâre in this togetherâŠâ
âAnd youâll be in it together still, no matter if you tell him today or tomorrow or next week.â Jisoo declares. She holds the mug out to Jennie. âAnd weâll be here too.âÂ
âYes. Maybe this is good chaos. Maybe itâs bad. Itâs up to you to decide how to react - how to move forward. Whatever you decide, you know weâll be by your side the whole time,â you declare, your sentiments echoed by the other girls.Â
Jennie blows lightly on the steaming drink. âI donât know what I did to deserve you guys,â she says, choking up slightly, and everyone else starts talking at once.Â
âYou deserve the world!â RosĂ© coos.Â
Lisa shakes her head. âWeâre the lucky ones, babe, having you in our lives!â
âHowâm I gonna depuff your face if you keep crying?â Jisoo tuts.Â
You just rise to your feet, laughing. âCome on. Ji said something about manicures earlier. Let us pamper you today, so youâre ready to knock Yoongi off his apparently very talented feet tomorrow.â
NOW
The officiant is only a few minutes late, and the ceremony goes off without a single hitch. You and the other bridesmaids join the groomsmen flanking Yoongi at the altar. In addition to Jin, thereâs Yoongiâs brother Geum-jae, and two of his friends from work, Yi-jeong and Woosung.
As a string quartet plays the wedding march, Jennie walks down the aisle, beaming more brightly than the sun, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongiâs face, bearing such an openly reverent expression that it makes your eyes flood with tears. The officiant begins his speech, and Jennie and Yoongi stare at one another as if the rest of the world has fallen away, with nothing left but the two of them and their love.
Watching them almost feels like youâre intruding on a private moment, so you turn your face to the rows of guests, searching without thought for Jungkook, smiling when you find him already gazing your way. Your chest nearly buzzes as warmth spreads there, matching the glow in his eyes.Â
Because Jennie and Yoongi chose to take photos before the ceremony, thereâs no cocktail hour after the ceremony. Instead, everyone is seated for dinner. The happy couple sits at a table for two on a small dais in the front of the room.Â
There are no tables large enough for the entire wedding party. There are also no seating arrangements for all of you, either. Jennie had worked very hard on the seating chart for all of the guests except the wedding party. (âYou guys figure it out. Iâm tired.â) So you quickly claim a seat at one of the two empty tables left open, with Jungkook taking the spot next to you on one side and Jisoo the other, with RosĂ© next to her.Â
As the wait staff brings out the first course, you slide your chair a little closer to Jungkook. âHey. Iâm sorry that I didnât tell you that Jin would be here.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes widen slightly. âOh. Jagi, itâs ok.â
âYeah, Iâm not sure it is,â you reply. âThat was not the way I wanted to introduce the two of you. It was, uh, not ideal.âÂ
Jungkookâs silent as he sips his water. He works his bottom lip between his teeth again, and you wish you could see inside his head, could get some sense of what heâs thinking, because sitting here waiting for him to say something makes your stomach churn a bit. Â
Finally, he sighs, reclining back in his seat as he looks at you. âIâm sorry if I made that uncomfortable. I wasnât expecting to see him.âÂ
âI know. Iâm sorry I didnât mention he was part of the wedding. Truly, it slipped my mind.â Repeatedly. You bite your lip, struggling to figure out what to say. This doesnât have to be a thing, but you also donât want them at each otherâs throats all night. âBut thereâs no reason it has to be weird or ruin the night. Because Iâm here with you, Kookie. Not him.âÂ
Your pulse begins to pound. Itâs like youâve just laid your heart on the line. Jungkookâs furrowed brows relax, doe eyes blinking slowly as he absorbs your words.Â
âIs this seat taken?âÂ
You turn to find Jin standing with a hand on the empty chair across from you.Â
Jisoo lets out a tiny âYessss, game on,â and you covertly kick her under the table.Â
âUh, I think Lisa is going to -â Glancing around, you donât finish your sentence as you spy your friend sitting with the groomsmen. Oh, right. Lisa has her eye on Yi-jeong, having basically all but explicitly called dibs that morning when she saw him in his tuxedo. You canât really blame her. âNevermind.âÂ
âPlease, join us,â Jungkook offers, gesturing to the table. He says it so kindly that you canât help but gawk at him in surprise. He doesnât meet your gaze, but his palm rests on your thigh, rubbing lightly. Reassuringly.Â
Your heartbeat returns to normal as Jin smiles. âThanks.âÂ
Despite the ceremony being so modern, Jennie and Yoongi opted for more traditional dishes for dinner. For several minutes, thereâs mostly an easy silence over the table, as everyone enjoys the janchi guksu and banchan in front of them, only the noise of clinking utensils filling the air. Well, that and the sound of the servers running back and forth to the bar, trying to keep up with drink orders.Â
Jisoo, as usual, is the first one to break the silence.
âOkay, Jin, professional opinion on the guksu?âÂ
Jin chews thoughtfully for a few minutes. âI think they went a little heavy on the spicy soy sauce in the broth, but the noodles are just as tender as the ones I make. Oh, but youâve had my noodles, YN, what do you think? Do they compare?âÂ
All eyes focus on you, including Jungkookâs. You swallow quickly. âUm, I think these are just as good! And I really like the broth, to be honest.âÂ
âYou do like it spicy,â Jungkook murmurs under his breath, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and when you glance over, youâre met with that teasing smirk of his. Itâs back again. For some reason, thatâs more comforting to you than Jungkookâs hand on your thigh. Your heart does a somersault. Itâs getting a real workout tonight.Â
âYou know, I never really thought about it, but it must be hard for you to eat in public. People are probably always asking you for your opinions on their food, or tips on how to make it better,â RosĂ© says.Â
Jin shrugs. âComes with the territory, I guess. Iâm not gonna complain if people value what I think - and Iâm always happy to help anyone improve their skills.â He swirls his wine glass before taking a sip. âBut I suppose there can be a downside, too. Sometimes I just want to enjoy a meal without being asked to provide a full critique.âÂ
âI can understand that,â Jungkook replies. Again the other heads at the table swivel.Â
âYou can?âÂ
Jungkook nods. âYeah. Like, right now, I bet youâre all expecting me to be the first on the dance floor, right?â He laughs as everyone suddenly becomes very interested in their meals. âItâs okay. Thatâs how it is whenever Iâm out with friends. I canât just sit at the bar and have a drink. And I definitely canât just sway with the crowd. Everyone expects me to show off.âÂ
âI mean, Iâm definitely hoping to see you turn up,â RosĂ© confirms, and Jungkook laughs again, gesturing at his point being proven.Â
âSure, that sounds annoying. But outside of going out with your friends, how often are you in a situation where youâre asked to dance? People stop me everywhere. When Iâm out shopping. When Iâm on a plane. I even once had someone ask me for deglazing tips while I was at a funeral! Itâs not quite the same as being asked to do the robot at the club.â Jin shakes his head dismissively.Â
RosĂ© mumbles, âI thought you werenât gonna complainâŠ?â
The two men eye each other for a few seconds as you hold your breath. Then Jungkook huffs out a laugh.Â
âYeah, I guess youâre right. Itâs not the same. That sucks, dude.âÂ
You exhale, settling back in your seat.Â
Jin just hums, eyes darting back and forth between you and Jungkook before he speaks. âI suppose itâs just a small price to pay for being so successful.â He tips his wine glass back, emptying it. âWhere are the servers hiding? I need a refill.âÂ
âSee, this is one of the benefits of being a financial analyst - absolutely no one wants to talk to me about what I do,â you grin.Â
âThatâs because no one understands what you do,â Jisoo declares.Â
âSheâs right.âÂ
âThanks, RosĂ©.âÂ
Jisoo points her spoon at Jungkook. âOkay, but real talk, you are going to dance tonight, arenât you? You wouldnât deny us a show!â
âJi, we just had an entire conversation about this!â you groan, throwing your hands up. âCan you not?â
âWhat? Iâm just saying! The man is a born performer. Right?âÂ
She looks at Jungkook, who nearly chokes on his wine in his haste to answer.
âUh. Yes?âÂ
âRight. So thereâs no way youâll leave us disappointed.â Â
âLet me get this straight - if Jungkook doesnât dance for you, youâll be disappointed?â you ask. âHold on while I call Jimin and Taehyung real quick. Wait, sorry, I mean Min and Tae.âÂ
âAll I know is suffering,â Jisoo sighs.
âOh, relax, Kitty Cat,â RosĂ© giggles, nearly doubling over at the confused look on Jinâs face.Â
As Jisoo loudly laments her choice of friends, Jungkook bends towards you, mouth brushing your ear.Â
âDonât worry, jagi, whether or not I dance here, you can still have a private performance later. Iâd never deny you.â
Heat works its way through your body as you shift in your seat, squirming slightly from the low rumble of his voice and the promise laced within. Thereâs a sudden prickling at the nape of your neck, that nagging sensation of someone watching you, but when you follow the feeling and glance over at Jin, heâs staring at his empty wine glass.Â
The tapping of a fork against stemware draws your attention to the married coupleâs table. To your immense relief, Yoongi and Jennie had decided to nix the best man and maid of honor toasts, opting to say a few words themselves. Normally, Jennie does all the talking for the pair, but to your surprise, Yoongi rises to his feet, and the room falls silent.
âJennie and I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for coming. It means the world to us that you took the time out of your busy lives to celebrate with us.â He glances down at his bride, who smiles back, and Yoongiâs gummy grin gets bigger than youâve ever seen it. âAs you all know, Jennie and I have been together since our first year of college. Weâve been through so much together - college, grad school, finding jobs, losing jobs, moving from apartment to apartment - but we weathered it all, because we always had each other.âÂ
Jennieâs cheeks are wet as she smiles at her husband. Yoongi takes her hand.Â
âJennie, I donât know what life has to throw at us yet, but I want you to know that Iâm never worried, as long as I have you by my side.â He presses a kiss to the back of her hand, and thereâs a chorus of awwwwâs from the guests, including yourself. Jisoo rolls her eyes, but theyâre already spilling over with tears, and you poke her in the side as she laughs. Â
âHereâs to you, my love. And to all of you with us here tonight. We canât thank you enough for your love and support. Geonbae!â He raises his glass.
âCheers!â his brother shouts, and the cry is echoed around the room as everyone raises their glasses to the couple.Â
Just when you think you couldnât be happier, once again you feel a hand slip into yours, pressing palm to palm, fingers threading through. Jungkook doesnât say a word, too busy clinking his drink against everyone elseâs, but his hand tightens around yours when you look at him, and you feel as though you could float right through the ceiling if it werenât for his strong grip.Â
To think that you nearly hadnât asked him to come here with you. What a mistake that wouldâve been. Thank god youâd ignored the constant fear and doubt in your head and listened only to the steady sureness of your heart.Â
Youâre getting better at it.
YESTERDAY
After you coax her out of the closet, you and your friends turn Jennieâs apartment into a mini spa, trying to help the bride-to-be relax. By mid-afternoon, as everyone is giving each other manicures, you realize that the window on your day with Jungkook is swiftly closing, so you text him to let him know you wonât be coming home any time soon.Â
Not long after that, the door to Jennieâs apartment opens, and Yoongi walks in, trailed by Jin.Â
Jennie greets her fiancĂ© happily, hugging him with her hands held straight out so as not to smudge her pretty new pink tips. âYouâre home early!â
âCouldnât focus. Decided to call it a day.â As ever, Yoongi seems completely unfazed to see you and your friends at his apartment. Sometimes you wonder what it would take to ruffle him. Probably something extreme like the zombie apocalypse. âFigured Iâd grab my stuff and then get some dinner with Jin.âÂ
Although they werenât holding to every tradition, Jennie had insisted that they spend the night before the wedding apart. So Yoongi would be crashing at Jinâs tonight.Â
Jin nods at the sound of his name. âBy âget some dinnerâ, he means âtake advantage of his friendâs restaurant and score a free meal.ââÂ
âAs if you werenât the one who offered,â Yoongi drawls, ignoring Jinâs squeaky chuckling.
âSounds good, baby,â Jennie smiles as Yoongi presses a kiss to her cheek before he shuffles down the hallway towards their bedroom. âDo you guys wanna get some takeout?âÂ
While Lisa, RosĂ©, and Jennie argue about what they feel like eating, Jin catches your eye. âHey, you got a second?â He jerks his head towards Jennieâs kitchen. Rising from the couch, you follow, closing the door behind you.Â
âWhatâs u-oh!â Your question becomes an exclamation when Jin suddenly pulls you in for a hug, long arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tight.Â
âJust wanted to get you alone,â he says, nose brushing yours as he smiles. âHi.âÂ
This is where the butterflies should come in. Standing this close to this incredible specimen of a man, this paragon of perfection, would normally send them flittering through you. Shivers should be running down your spine. Any number of excited reactions should be happening right now.Â
Right.Â
Now.Â
Except⊠theyâre not.Â
âHi,â you echo, grinning a bit weakly. Jin doesnât seem to notice anything wrong with your smile, locking his hands behind your back.Â
âI heard you got some good news today.âÂ
Your eyes widen as your stomach goes into freefall.Â
âYou know?âÂ
How? How on earth could he know about Jennie being pregnant?? Shit, did Lisa leave the pee stick out somewhere? Jisoo told her to put it -
âOf course I know! Itâs my show.âÂ
âItâs your show?â What the fuck does that mean??
Jin honks in delighted laughter at your obvious confusion. âThe interview Wendy emailed you about - thatâs for my show! The one Nosh picked up?âÂ
The room tilts as gravity returns your stomach to normal. âOh! Oh, wow!â Of course. The new project Wendy had referenced - it was Jinâs cooking show! âWait, so we might be working together?âÂ
âYes! Er, maybe! I donât know how closely or whatever, but basically, the Nosh execs told me Wendyâs firm is responsible for budgeting and figuring out revenue streams and - and thatâs really all I remember, sorry.â He laughs. âMost of what they said went straight over my head, to be honest. But I spoke to her on a conference call today and she told me they had an open position for the team thatâs assigned to my show, and sheâd asked you to interview.âÂ
âWow, thatâs reallyâŠâ you trail off, lost in thought. âIsnât it⊠the other night at the networking reception, werenât you saying it might be a travel show?â You have a vague memory of Jin telling you what he wanted to do with his show if it got picked up by a network.
âThatâs right. I pitched it as an exploration of local delicacies that often get overlooked by tourists. Iâll be going around the country, visiting tiny, off the beaten path restaurants and bars, and learning how to make their favorite dishes.âÂ
Traveling for work. That was one of the perks Wendy had rattled off when sheâd given you the sales pitch for her company. So, if you got this job, did that mean youâd be traveling with Jin?Â
Your mind is already wandering, thinking about what this new job might entail, when Jin brings a hand up to cup your face. His thumb traces your jawline.Â
âWouldnât it be amazing? You and I, on the road together. Me, discovering new meals to cook for youâŠâ His voice drops, a low murmur meant only for you to hear. âMaybe picking up some new dance moves to show offâŠâÂ
He rolls his hips slightly, jostling you right out of your tumultuous thoughts.Â
âDoesnât that sound good?âÂ
âIt does,â you reply, mouth moving on autopilot, not waiting for your head to decide if it agrees.Â
âI know I havenât had the time to take you out properly, and Iâm sorry for that. But this is my chance to show you that Iâm still in this.â He sucks in a deep breath. âI like you. And Iâm hoping itâs not too late for me to say that.âÂ
If this were a romantic movie, the music would swell now, strings soaring as he tips your mouth towards his. Itâs a perfect moment, lush lips caressing yours, sweet and unhurried, lingering like he doesnât care if anyone else walks in.Â
Itâs a perfect moment, for sure. Just, not for you.Â
âJin,â you begin, stepping out of his embrace, âI need to tell you something.âÂ
A/N Pt. 2: To be continued!! (Sorry, the chapter was getting a bit long and this felt like a natural stopping point⊠what do we think so far??)
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Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king đ Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario đ P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE
It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.
You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.
He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.
Youâve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.
You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldnât let anybody interrupt your little date.
Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.
âI have a few surprises for you today.â He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. âItâs not my birthday yet.â You said laughing. âWhat? Canât I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?â He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. âItâs amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.â He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. âWhatâs wrong with you?â You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. âI just love you so much.â He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. âOpen it.â He said as he continued to finish his noodles.
When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. âMarry me?â He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldnât believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. âYou gotta be kidding me.â You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. Youâve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. âMeet me downstairs then.â He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.
You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. âIs this more of what you imagined?â He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. âFuck you Kim Woosung.â You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. âSure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).â He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. âI guess weâll go to the first band wedding then.â Dojoon teased. âActually I havenât even asked her properly yet.â Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. âAfter 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each otherâs annoying selves.â He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didnât care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didnât care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. âWeâve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kissâŠâ He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. âYou didnât need to be that specificâŠâ Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. âAnd now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.â He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.
âSo? Would you marry me?â He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. âOf course yes.â You said, throwing yourself into his arms. âYou didnât look this convinced when I asked you out there.â He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. âThat was not a proposal.â You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. âYou at least gotta admit it was original.â He said proud of his first attempt. âCan you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?â Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.
And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.
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last to know | m.list
pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader
summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes backâ to seoul and in your life.
general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst (who am i without it), hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!
author's note: hi!! hello!! remember me? remember this? i am here to deliver. there is no set schedule for new chapters because, in this house, we thrive on unpredictability! the past few months were crazy: i took a national exam, passed it, and then i needed a month to recover from all that jazz. gosh, i missed you all! hop on this train wreck and let's journey through this new fic together ksksks
if you don't know who Kim Woosung is, he is the lead vocalist and electric guitarist for the Korean rock band, The Rose. go check them out! their songs are so heartfelt and great. yes, he will get quite a significant amount of airtime in this fic, but i promise, this is and will be a jk x (f) reader end-game kind of story.
tags for interested readers will be open! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference! ok now we're done with that, let's go!
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âïœĄÂ°â© chapter 1: haunted dreams (3.9k)
âïœĄÂ°â© chapter 2: as always, even now (5.9k)
âïœĄÂ°â© chapter 3: coming soon!
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would you write for woosung? I need this man's hard thoughts so, so bad
of course i will omg sorry this is so late:( i saw the rose on tour last year,,,best concert of my life. theyâre so pretty?? ok anyways im rambling i love the rose!!! i hope u enjoy<3
pairing- established relationship, dom!woosung x sub!reader
warnings- mentions of sex,, mdni!! lmk what else???
a/n- this is so late oh my god,,, im so sorry anon!!! i had this sitting in my drafts but itâs finally getting posted!!!
woosung who would love to tease you while youâre out. he loves to grab your thigh and touch you and ways he knew would make you needy.
woosung who loves to make out with you. heâs actually addicted to your lips. he will take any opportunity to kiss you.
woosung who loves when you ride him. he loves the way you fall apart on top of him. he loves that he can see your chest. he loves being so intimate with you. its 100% his favorite.
woosung who loves to have you on your knees for him. he loves the way you look up at him through your eyelashes. âuse that pretty mouth?â
woosung who loves to have morning sex with you. waking up to feeling the warmth of you is his favorite. he is will never get enough of having you under him.
woosung who loves when you try to dom him. he letâs you have your fun for a little. but he wonât let you fully dom him. he loves to the let you dom him and immediately switch it on you. you always ending up under him.
woosung who loves to smack your ass when you pass. he loves how flustered you get. him sliding in a flirty remark. âwhat? how can i resist an ass like that?â you always rolling your eyes at him.
woosung who is so in love with worshipping you during sex. whispering praises and compliments when youâre under him.
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pairing: doyoung x gn!reader
genre: romance, established relationship
cw: none
word count: 448
author's note: directly inspired by this cover by woosung from the rose, i just love it so so much. if you're able to, please listen to the song before/while reading, i promise it will get you in the mood
"mad cool in all my clothes,
mad warm when you get close to me.
slow dance these summer nights,
our disco ball's my kitchen light."
you looked ethereal. your eyes closed as you swayed to the slow rythm of the music playing from your phone's speakers, arms wrapped loosely around doyoung's neck. the ceiling lights were dimmed, only so bright to let him recognise the faint crimson color staining your cheeks and the rouge shade of your lipgloss that he had already partially wiped off with his own lips, but vague enough to let the moon's midnight glow caress both of your faces.
doyoung was far from romantic. before he met you, he had never wished of a fairy tale love story - he would always say that he had better, more important things on his mind, that there was never a person he wanted anything of an affair with, and why would he even need one, anyways. that was, untill you barged into his life, uninvited and without asking for permission, and turned it around completely.
because now there was someone else in his word, and it used to absolutely terrify him. he couldn't understand why he never seemed to be able to get you out of his head, how his favorite restaurant turned into your favorite restaurant, how his days off turned into "i wonder if they're free tomorrow", how the playlists with his most beloved songs had been tucked away and untouched for weeks, because he only listened to the ones made by you to try and soothe the never-ending yearning. suddenly he loathed solitude, because every second of the alone time he used to cherish so much was spent counting down to the next time you'd see each other.
it scared him, so much that he had spent several restless nights wondering if he should just run away (altough he'd never told you that). yet the thought of being away from you was physically unbearable - it felt empty and grim, as if someone had stolen a critical part of him, and nothing, and believe when he says he had tried it all, could fill the void.
but with time and your guidance, he gradually came to terms with this overwhelming feeling, slowly learning how to love and be loved. and doyoung loved you in the most pure meaning of this word, genuinely and deeply. even though there were still moments when he didn't know how to cope with the butterlies and stomach turns and burning face and heart beating out of his chest, he found peace in all of those, because it meant you were there.
and as you moved slowly between the counters of the kitchen, he thought about the journey that got him to this moment, and all the years to come that he wished he would spend by your side.
"oh, my heart hurts so good,
i love you babe,
so bad, so bad."
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Somebody does love | MYG - They Meet
Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader
Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.
This is the one where the two meet for the first time. Part 2 of Somebody Does Love.
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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst
Word count - 3k+
Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of
Ratings - 13+
A/N - Apologies for the late update. But do let me know in the comments what you think of the chapter and what direction you want to see the narrative flow in. Also, this is not proofed, please excuse typos, tense, and grammar errors. And if you liked it, please please please engage with the post. Comment, like, repost. Your engagement is the sole reason I am pushed to write.Â
Your flight landed with a two-hour delay at 5 pm at the Incheon airport. After collecting your baggage and going through customs, you shot a text to your friend and waited near one of the cafes inside the airport for the crowd to die down. In about 10 minutes you lugged your bags behind you, pulling your mask further up your nose and pulling the bucket hat to right above your eyes.Â
It didnât take long to spot Sammy. Dressed in all black, he had a casual gait that only he could have. It also helped that he carried a little cat poster. You could see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he saw you walking out, which mirrored your own.
âOh itâs so good to finally have you here!â he said while hugging and slightly managing to lift you off the ground.
âI know. But I am so hungry and nervous and I have such a bad headache,â you mumbled into his jacket shoulder.
âLetâs get you washed, fed and rested. Come on,â he chuckled patted your back and took one of your bags before starting walking towards his car. Ah! His car. A black 2022 Maserati Ghibli Modena. One that he has been yapping about for months on end.Â
You honestly found it ridiculous. The inordinate amount of money people would pay to procure âluxuryâ items always confounded you. Sure, wealth commands a certain amount of comfort- Your brain stopped as soon as you sat down on the passengerâs seat of the car. Your ass was far more comfortable than it has ever been on any bed or couch that you have ever owned. Maybe you can allow yourself to see why someone would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on a car.Â
Sammy closed the back of the car, with all your bags safely tucked in, and walked over to the driverâs seat. He saw you leaning back onto the seat with your eyes closed. He smirked behind the mask and sat down, swiftly starting the car.
âStill think this was an unnecessary splurge?â his mask had come off and he had that wide eye-crinkling smile.
âMaybe not,â you smiled to yourself. âHow far is your place from here?â
âAbout an hour, with the school and office traffic now, some more.â
âMy dead body will enter your residence, Kim Woosung,â you groaned and pulled at the seatbelt in annoyance. Both your mask and hat were now on your lap. Your head felt like the persistent beating of 500 drums all at once.
âTry to take a nap, I will play your sleep playlist,â he suggested.Â
You could not move another muscle to bother with a response. His reply was like a command. With your eyes shut, you shifted your shoulders to place your neck relatively comfortably. The last thing you remember is the comforting, low hum of white noise filling up the space around you.
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You walked out of the SNU campus, your colleague and friend Samairah in tow. She is the reason you are in Seoul in the first place. You met at an academic conference in Edinburgh when you were still PhD researchers. Dr Samairah Nazli is now a full-time professor of Gender Studies at the prestigious Seoul National University.Â
âIt is just a contract for the coming academic year, Y/N! Come on! You will also get to spend time with Sammy.â You had scoffed back at your friend over the video call last November when she said her department wanted to invite you as a Visiting Professor for their newly-introduced Feminist Economics course and the existing Gender and Media course that a now-retired professor used to handle.Â
But a week later when you found yourself in a virtual meeting with the Dean, Department Head and the Vice Chancellor, the opportunity did seem intriguing. They did want to eventually offer you a full-time position. You would be tenured at 32! Also, you can work with Samairah again, after working on your first book together, you knew you would work together again.Â
And of course, you get to spend time with Sammy. One of your best friends. Kim Woosung of The Rose. But only Sammy to you. Crazy to think that you only met him about three years ago, at Friar Park of all places on the planet, but lord, did you love that dude to bits.
âWanna grab a drink?â Samairah asks, as you both head towards the subway station.
âNo, meeting the broker again.â
âThis will be the 8th place sheâs showing you?â
You shook your head as you dug in your pockets for the cigarette case. âNo. Ninth.â
You lit a cigarette and said, âI really want to finalise a place and settle down before the semester begins.â
âTough to do all that in what- 12 days now?â she counted the days mentally and grabbed the smoke you held out for her to counter.
âI wish I were a millionaire at times like these,â you took back the smoke and gave it a long drag as you stopped at the crossing. Samairah would go straight from here to catch her train and you will take a left and meet Hwang Seul-gi. Your realtor. Broker. Currently, the most important person in your life.
You could have opted to stay at the Siheung-Si staff residence for part-time and visiting faculties, but that would mean you would spend half the day in transit. And you hated transit. Motion made you sick. So yes, car trips with you are absolute joyrides for your friends.Â
You also wanted time to work on the manuscript of the next book you are planning. And you want enough time to sleep. God, you wish to have a carefree night of sleep soon. Not that Sammyâs guest room is bad, it is comfortable, and luxurious even when you consider the free cuddles from Woolfie, but it still is not a place of your own.Â
Although Sammy argued the opposite back when you told him about your year-long relocation to Seoul. He wanted you to live as roommates. Even offered you to pay for house-sitting in mirth, for all the times he would be away on tour.Â
Again, you loved the guy. But his social butterfly stages of self are something you could take in small doses. You knew what his schedule was like, how many people dropped by for work at his home studio, and even just because to share drinks. But a whole year of it would drive you mad. So Sammy finally gave up trying to convince you and connected you to Seul-gi.
The lovely Seul-gi who yet again showed you a wonderful place, reasonably near the campus. But the deposit itself would require you to sell both your kidneys, maybe an eye and even a good chunk of your liver.
It was almost 7:30 by the time you left the apartment complex and headed towards Sammyâs place. You could take a cab, but the crisp late February air made a nice weather for a walk. You were passing through a park, almost deserted at the time, when you heard a noise that alerted you.
It sounded like someone was struggling. Some animal. You could hear low grunts, probably a puppy or a kitten, but you looked around and saw nothing immediately. The noise continued so you stopped and tried to follow the direction of the sound.Â
You reached a bush at the side of the pathway and were sure that this was the location. But the sun was already down. Dim yellow lights sparsely lit the park pathway, enough for people to look and walk, but not enough to see within the bushes.Â
By the noise you could now tell that there was also a metal scraping noise, but barely so. You turned on your phone's flashlight but still saw nothing. You looked around but saw no one. Trying your best to not step on any of the plants, you entered the bush and squatted down with the flashlight.
âHey, are you okay?â a low but heavy voice from above you startled you and the phone almost dropped from your grip as you stood up to see who it was. A man donning all black with a mask, a cap and a hoodie looked right back at you. Only his eyes were visible and the eyes were filled with concern. In the commotion of your entry into the bush and stomping around, ever so mildly within it had now increased the noise.Â
It sounded like a distressed kitten. You looked back down and could see one of the drainage grills under the dense foliage of the bush. You looked back up at the stranger and said, âI think a kitten has fallen into the drain.â
Before the man could respond, you squatted back down again and saw the drain and beady little eyes inside it clearly this time. You put down your bag beside you on the ground and put all your effort into pulling the iron rungs up. You could feel it move a little, but not enough to dislodge it.Â
âHey baby, donât worry. I will get you out of there,â you cooed through your laboured breath. By now, the stranger had joined you. You both exchanged glances and without saying a word you went in and pulled at the grille together at the same time. It seemed a lot easier with the two of you having pulled at it. With one arm, the stranger shifted the grille aside.Â
You peered down the drain and extended your arm to grab the kitten. The poor being was scared and cold and probably even more traumatised by all the strange and sudden commotion. You leant down completely, with your stomach on the ground and lowered yourself into the opening up to your shoulders to grab the kitten with both your hands.
The man next to you extended a cautious arm as if to make sure you donât fall in. Well, the opening was not big enough for you to fall into. But you could get weirdly stuck. But soon he saw your body lifting up and his extended hand hovered over your body, never touching, but ready to help if needed.
You came back up with a feisty calico kitten in your hands who initially made a few tiny scratches on your palm but was now just shivering. The man beside you promptly took off the work jacket he was wearing over his hoodie and handed it towards you. How many layers is he wearing? A small part of your mind wandered, but you quickly grabbed it from him, giving him a thankful smile and wrapped the kitten up in the jacket and held her close to your body, for maximum warmth.
You looked down at the ground near your feet where your bag was and before you could bend over to grab it, the man swooped in and said, âI got this.â
After you stepped out of the bush, you turned to the man again and said, bowing politely, âThank you for your help.â
âNo problem at all. I have two cats of my own, I know the fear of losing themâ he said in a calm but understanding tone. You looked at his eyes more closely while he talked, you could have sworn you had met him before, but didnât know where.
You shook your head and replied, âOh no, this is not my cat.â And then you explained the noise you followed. The man nodded his head and looked around probably thinking the same thing that you were. âDo you think the mother is around here somewhere?â you asked.
âIf she were, she wouldnât be too far away.â
You looked back down at the kitten, who had stopped shivering now but was still covered in a considerable amount of mud and dirt. You also considered checking if she was chipped and if the person could be notified if she was already a pet. âDo you know of any vet nearby? I am new here, so-â
âYes, itâs on my way. I will drop you,â he held his arm out to point in the general direction of where you were headed to go back to Sammyâs. You started walking and the man joined you. Out of the park, and having crossed two traffic signals and taken two right turns, you reached the vetâs chamber. It was reasonably empty. You put your name in the register and waited.Â
The man sat in a chair next to you but one. He looked over to see you making conversation with the kitten. Of course, she wonât be able to say if she lost her mother or forgot her way home. But the sing-song voice you used clearly worked. He could see the large dark beady eyes of the kitten staring back at your face with wonder and trust.
He too looked at your face with wonder and felt a strange sense of trust and comfort. When he saw a person climb inside a bush at a more or less empty park on a random Thursday evening, he half expected it to be a madman. But when he peered in and saw the glow of a flashlight, he grew more curious.Â
He noticed how a part of your right elbow was scraped slightly, not that you seemed to notice. He also saw the muddy bits on your beige outfit. And then looked again at the kitten wrapped in his jacket, on your lap.
âY/N,â the receptionist called out. You stood up and turned towards the man and gave him a curt nod. He blinked several times before nodding back at your retreating figure and gulped down a deep breath. Did you catch him staring? Even if you did, you didnât let it show. Y/N. Y/N. He repeated the name in his head a couple of times.Â
It was only after the doctor examined the kitten and told you that she has no chips, and is healthy but is slightly malnourished, that you realised you have so far, that is almost in 30 to 40 minutesâ time, not once asked for the man's name - the stranger in black, now at pet clinic reception.
You just followed a stranger through a dimly lit park and ended up where you are now. When put that way, doesnât sound like the safest thing to do.
The groomers had taken the kitten to another room to clean her up. The vet wrote up some supplements that the kitten could be given and asked you to wait outside. You walked out and saw the man, right where he was, hugging your bag on his lap, scrolling through his phone. Cap, mask and hoodie - still intact. You went up to him and sat in the seat next to him but one.Â
âThanks for looking after my bag,â you smiled.Â
The man looked up at you and held the bag out, you could see the crinkles of his smile near his eyes. âIs she alright?â he asked.
You explained whatever the doctor said.Â
âAre you going to keep her then?â
Your eyes widened comically and then it dawned on you. You donât even have a place for yourself. Where the fuck are you gonna keep her? And if the mother was still around, she would likely not be malnourished, so it is not like you can hope to reunite her with her mom.Â
Sammy would not mind, for now, you knew. But Woolfie? How would he react?
Seeing you stunned, the man chuckled, âYou hadnât really thought so far, had you?â
âNot really. My immediate instinct was to just release the kitten. But sheâs so small and frail, I cannot possibly let her be anywhere else. But-â
Before you could say anything else, one of the groomers approached you, with the kitten now in a cosy, little carrier, all clean and dried. And he carried the jacket she was wrapped in, in the other hand.Â
You thanked him and then turned to the man next to you and looked guiltily down at the jacket on your right hand. âI am sorry about this. I will get it dry-cleaned and return it to you. And also, I am sorry I didnât catch your name till now. I am Y/N Y/L/N," you draped the jacket over your other forearm and extended your arm for a shake.
âHI Y/N, I am Min Yo-,â he choked on his words before he cleared his throat and said taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, âI am Min Yong-Ho.â
You smiled back and walked out of the vet clinic. âI go this way now,â you pointed towards the left.Â
âOh I go the opposite way,â you could see the hint of a smile but also maybe apprehension.
You had bought cat food worth a week, food bowls, a litter box, litter pellets and a small cat bed. You requested the store to deliver the items to Sammyâs address. In the meantime, you had texted the bare bones of your encounter to him. So he was ready to greet a kitten into his home by the time you went back and for the time being had locked his bedroom door, where Woolfie was fast asleep.
You nodded and asked the man, âSo, Yong-ho, how do I return your jacket?â
The man looked around, eyes seeming frantic, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Until finally he pointed at a cafe on the opposite side of the road. âHow about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?â
âSure, I will bring back a spick and span jacket, I promise,â you said and asked, â6 PM sounds good?â
â6 PM sounds perfect,â the man nodded and waved back at you as you went your way - the kitten in the carrier in one hand, his jacket in the other and your bag, now draped as a sling across your body. He doesnât know how long he stood there. But he kept staring your way for five seconds longer after your silhouette disappeared over the horizon.
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Kinkmas - Day 24 (Final): Degradation W/ Woosung
Post Date: 24th December 2022 Content: Smut - The Rose Woosung x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Degradation/ HardDom!Woosung/ Sir!Woosung/ BratSub!Reader/ Fem!Reader/ Reader has a vulva / Nicknames - Sl*t & wh*re/ Punishment
Summary: Claiming to have been so good all year to the Santa at your mall, Woosung makes it evident that itâs all a facade.
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"All you've done all day is be a brat, princess," Woosung hisses in your ear followed by a slap across your ass cheek, marking it bright red as the sting lingers for a little bit, making you cry out loud.
What he means by that is that he really didn't approve of the outfit you were wearing whilst you went out for a bit of last-minute shopping.
Of course, you just had to wear a shirt that revealed a bit too much of your cleavage. Now and again adjusting just to get Woosung's attention - in the process, attention from onlookers, most with their jaws to the floor at the sight of you.
It was intentional, of course. You felt like trying to tease him whilst you were out. Well. You were being a bit of a brat. You couldn't help yourself.Â
That's not the only thing that's got him all worked up, but the fact you queued to go see "Santa", just to sit on his lap and batter your eyelashes at him. Taking longer than you should've, the queue of kids behind you start to get a bit impatient.
Woosung was unimpressed when you continue to batter your eyelashes at Santa, putting on a baby girl voice and starting to twirl your hair. Almost flustering the guy posing as Santa, blushing behind the fake beard.
"Santa, I've been such~ a good girl this year," You flirt with him, looking back at Woosung and noticing how red his face was getting and how irritated and pushed past his limits.
Good girl? You've got that wrong completely.Â
"I didn't do anything wrong, Sir," You whimper, a smirk creeping into your face.
You knew what you did. But playing innocent was the option you continue to choose despite acting the exact opposite.Â
"You know exactly what you did, you're a slut," He bites, growling deeply with his cheek pressed against yours.
He's got you locked underneath him. Pinned to the bed with his hands wrapped around your wrists above your head and you don't think that there could be anything hotter than seeing him like this. Â
There was something in the way that he got so wound up, set perfectly into the trap that you put down, that makes you so incredibly happy and horny. Purposely testing his patience just for your own gain and you could never regret it.Â
The doe eyes come out to play and you aren't backing down from feigning innocence, fluttering your eyelashes at him now. It obviously does something to him by the way he sighs and looks down, seemingly in defeat.
That "defeat" disappears and when he looks back up, there's nothing but lustful hunger in his eyes, dark with just the strong burning desire to ruin you until every bone and joint aches.Â
"Then why were you being such a whore and flirting with Santa, huh? Claiming to be a good girl... A good girl my ass," His grip tightens around your wrists and he nips at your bottom lip, making you wince at the feeling.
Trying to keep your innocent afloat, you pout at him, lip sticking out as you try to get out of his restraints.
âNo point in trying, youâre just going to have to wait for me to punish you for being such a flirtacious whore,â His words play with both your mind and your core, making you choke on thin air.Â
Trying to give a little bit of trust in you, he removes his grip from around one of your wrists, cupping your cheek to give you what was barely classed as a kiss.Â
This is your punishment for behaving so badly.
Your punishment was to barely get touched by him, just to push you over the edge because you've tested him all day. Returning the favour in some kinda way.
There isn't anything you love more than to test him, but what you love more is how he reacts and how you get punished despite your whole body breaking apart and aching to be touched properly, to get the full satisfaction.
You love it when he breaks you, and he knows how to. A little too well.
With your hand free, you tangle your fingers in his hair, attempting to pull him in closer for a kiss. However, he dodges your lips completely and with a huge grin on his face, "Now, now. You're the one that's being naughty. You may be on Santa's good list but you aren't on mine".
With the hand that lets go of your wrist, he teases it down your sides, pulling at your underwear as he brushes over your cunt, making you whimper.
"Tell me how naughty you've been today, go on," He falsely coos at you, mocking you. His hand hovers over your core as you buck your hips upwards into his hands for some friction.
Though you may love getting punished, this was the punishment that gets to you the most. It's your own fault, you should've behaved better.
Shaking your head profusely, you try and string along the faux innocence for as long as you could but desperation to be touched takes over your mind.
"I haven't... Been... Naugt-" You try to get out in one coherent sentence, noticing his hand getting closer but retracting away from your core. But instead grabbing your thigh tightly.
"Are you sure? I think you may need to remember that you put yourself out there for everyone in town today. Everyone in town saw you being a little slut on Santa's lap whilst flirting with him," Woosung bites lowly, cooing at first but that swiftly changes.
Now you're at your breaking point, his words teasing the patience you had to keep the facade up.
It's evident it wasn't going to be for long when the palm of his hand pressed against your core, palm against your clit whilst his fingers rested against your entrance.
Then it goes, the facade, the lot of it. You're begging for him to touch you, telling him that you're the biggest whore in town. Just to be fucked like one.
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Bandâs Cut
Pairing: jaehyeong x gn reader
Genre: fluff, birthday fic
Warnings: none, but if any please tell me and Iâll add it.
Summary: The Rose members have seen the subtle sparks flying between Jaehyeong and his acting classmate, but their slow-burn romance only drives them to meddle further and play matchmaker. Will a chance for a confession finally arise at the surprise birthday party that theyâve planned?
Word count: 5.1K+
A/N: I havenât seen much of The Rose fanfic around, so I hope this reaches as many Black Roses as it can. Also, I have come to accept that the birthday fics will no longer have a limit of words⊠they simply flow so easily each time that they become longer and longer. Perhaps some will be short, but that will depend on the premise. So, I hope you like this! Happy birthday Jaehyeong!
A little fun fact, âBandâs Cutâ refers to the âDirectorâs Cutâ version of a film, but in this case is the members version of how the romance happened (or more like how they âmade it happen.â)
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MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD
The members gathered around Woosung's laptop with coffee and water in hand, about to embark on hours of reviewing audition tapes after their casting director's preliminary cuts.
As Woosung hit play on the first file, they settled in for a video marathon. Dojoon diligently took notes on the potential candidates, carefully analyzing their skills and talents. Meanwhile, Hajoon closely observed the performance nuances, paying attention to the finer details.
The casting director did an excellent job selecting the finest dancers, evident from their clean lines and exceptional technique. The actors showcased remarkable skills in delivering emotions and portraying mannerisms. Some triple-threat performers showed great promise and made it onto the list. However, none of them had managed to captivate all the members with an overwhelming sense of fascination.
Jaehyeong doodled absently, almost lost in the poodle dog playing with a ball that he drew in the corner of his notes. It was the first word you spoke that made him look back up at the laptop, the words melting in his ears.
The members were deeply moved by every gesture and glance throughout your audition. Every minute of your performance left a lasting impact, and even after it was over, the essence of your talent lingered in their minds, preventing them from even moving on to the next audition tape.
"Y/N, was it? Really connects to the heart of the song," Hajoon remarked in awe. Murmurs of agreement echoed among the members, making it clear that, despite having some more entries left to review, Y/N must be considered for the lead. But little did they know this match-up held promise beyond just professional prospects.
The dialogue was almost turning into doodles on the pages. Jaehyeong was having a hard time deciphering his lines for the scene they were studying in his acting class.
He sighed, putting his script down. The line caught in an endless loop within his mind, making him feel dizzy. Suddenly, a voice brought him down to earth. "Need any help with your lines?" you offered.
Jaehyeong looked at you, contemplating and mirroring your kind smile. "This part," he said, and pointed at Captain Wentworth's line, "âhalf agony, half hope'...what do you think it means?"
You grabbed the script from his hand to analyze the dialogue. "For Wentworth, I think it's the fear of getting rejected once again after what happened with them in the past, but he's still holding onto a little hope in his momentary jump of faith to confess his feelings to Anne. It's all of the excitement and uncertainty tangled up."
When you looked up at him, he somehow looked even more confused. His eyes were locked on yours as if looking for a deeper answer, so you said, "in a more general sense... it's just how complex and contradictory love is. Like when your emotions for another person change from friendship to love. The agony will be in the fear of your feelings not being returned, while the hope will be in the possibility that that love will be reciprocated."
As Jaehyeong assimilated your perspective on Wentworth's complex emotions, your explanation resonated with him on a deeper level. A clarity emerged through your guidance, breaking the haze around the lines that now reflected his own awakening feelings. Up until now, he had thought his admiration for you was only due to your artistic abilities, but now he could understand Wentworth's words towards Anne.
Words were hard to find, so he hoped his gaze spoke for him, and he offered a complimentary smile as a thank you for your thorough description that shaped his performance as well as his newfound emotions.
Dojoon walked with Jaehyeong towards the dressing rooms to get ready for the music video shoot. They were just chatting about the last TikTok they posted when Dojoon noticed Jaehyeong was a little distracted. Following his gaze, Dojoon spotted you entering the hall accompanied by a group of staff members.
Smirking knowingly, Dojoon was aware of Jaehyeong's fondness for you. He had seen it ever since the call-back auditions, when the selection process for the lead and the ensemble dancers began. Among the three actors being considered, it was evident that Jaehyeong had a stronger bias towards you compared to the rest of the members. His smile would widen every time your name was mentioned. When the decision was made to cast you as the lead in their music video, Jaehyeong passionately advocated for you, leaving the rest of the team exchanging meaningful glances.
Dojoon nudged Jaehyeong playfully. "Look who can't take his eyes off our new lead."
Jaehyeong looked back at Dojoon as he smiled nervously. "What? Was I that obvious?"
The members, as it was too obvious, had managed to get a confession out of him that day after the selection was made. He told them all about you and how much he admired your talent. He truly enjoyed working with you on the class assignments.
Dojoon chuckled and whispered, "only if anyone was paying close attention, like me."
Both of them entered their dressing room. It was just the two of them, so Dojoon dared to say, "you should tell Y/N, about how you feel." He stopped as he checked his wardrobe, making Jaehyeong linger on his words.
"No pressure though," he offered with a kind smile. Dojoon suspected that you also had feelings for their maknae. You had been smiling too wide and giggling so much around Jaehyeong after the call-back auditions. Even more so when you two got some time to catch up and Jaehyeong introduced you to the band.
Hajoon entered before Jaehyeong could say anything, his cheeky smile giving away his thoughts. "Jeff, Jeff!" Hajoon shouted.
"Know who is here?" Woosung whispered excitedly as he came in behind Hajoon.
Dojoon smiled at them knowingly. Jaehyeong seemed like a mouse caught in a trap; his sweat around his eyebrows was evident. "Hajoon and Woosung!" Dojoon replied to Woosung's question as he gave them a warning look.
Woosung looked back at their lovely maknae and nodded. Hajoon mouthed an "oh" in understanding, acknowledging the unspoken sentiment.
Jaehyeong was pensive throughout their glam session for the shooting. He appreciated Dojoon's encouragement; he really could've said something long ago, but the moment he found out about his feelings slipped away too quickly, and his hectic schedule distracted him too much. It also felt too weird to say it during class or now at the shooting of their music video since they haven't had much time out of those restricted spaces.
The whole crew planned to gather after everyone was ready for the first scenes to start off the shoot with the best energy. As soon as you saw Jaehyeong coming out of his dressing room, you approached to greet him, "Jaehyeong-ah! Thought I missed you, but it's nice to see you before we start."
Jaehyeong eased up into a bright smile when he saw you. "Y/N! I'm so glad to have you around for this music video; you're the best."
You could've missed it, but you caught a glimpse of the rest of the band rushing to get back inside their dressing room. You were a little confused but decided to ignore it and continue to chat with Jaehyeong. "You are great yourself. Wanna go to set together? Are you waiting for the members?"
Jaehyeong clearly heard Woosung's giggle and Hajoon whispering "go." He smiled at you, trying to contain his own laugh at his hyung's antics. "We can go together; they are too slow, too slow," he joked, scrunching his nose, and walked along with you as you two chuckled.
The members giggled silently once the two of you had left. Dojoon looked at his friends, already plotting something cheeky in his mind.
"Do you guys think he will say something today or tomorrow?" Dojoon asked them.
"I hope so! They're so cute and so into each other," Woosung expressed.
"Jaehyeong has been overthinking this too much; he must," Hajoon agreed. "However, he's always moving at the beat of his own drum, so perhaps he will take some more time."
"Okay, drummer cliché, don't turn the mood down," Dojoon joked. "But you're right..." he admitted.
Woosung nodded and shared, "I heard Jaehyeong say he wishes he could hang out with Y/N more. That they have barely seen each other outside of class."
They took a moment to consider a way to help their maknae, but their manager came looking for them as they were supposed to be at the set long ago.
The three of them arrived fashionably late, thankfully while some staff crew were still settling equipment for the scenes, so they were not noticed by everyone. Especially Jaehyeong and you, who were caught up in a seemingly smooth conversation as you laughed at whatever Jaehyeong was saying.
"Oh oh oh, look at Y/N's hand!" Dojoon emphasized as you placed your hand on Jaehyeong's while laughing with him.
"Jaehyeongie!" Woosung exclaimed.
"He probably doesn't need much of our help," Hajoon commented.
The music video shoot went incredibly well, with everything flowing smoothly. As the day came to a close, Woosung extended an invitation for the cast to join the band for some drinks. Everyone appreciated the opportunity to unwind and cherish the quality time spent together, further strengthening their bonds.
The following day of shooting unfolded much like the previous one, with Jaehyeong still hesitant to confess his feelings. The other members opted not to intervene too much, instead choosing to support Jaehyeong whenever possible. They offered advice and encouragement whenever they sensed the need. Jaehyeong's hyung cheering crew discreetly arranged situations for the two of them to spend more time together. Nevertheless, it seemed that Jaehyeong was taking his time quite slowly.
After the celebration with the entire crew, the members gathered to discuss their observations and analyze if there was anything else they could do to support Jaehyeong. They contemplated whether it was best to continue their efforts or step away completely, respecting Jaehyeong's pace.
"Guys, I think we've done enough," Hajoon remarked.
"Yeah, I think they're okay," Woosung echoed Hajoon's opinion.
Dojoon took a deep breath and dramatically set his coffee on the table. "No, they're not," he looked back at his friends and continued, "Jaehyeong said he wanted to spend more time out of work with Y/N. So far, everything has been about workâthe music video, lunchtime, the after-work celebrations included. I don't think he's saying anything any time soon."
"Dojoon-ah, it's still not our place to meddle too much, though," Woosung pointed out.
"I know, I know..." he said, taking another sip of his coffee. "But, should we try one more thing?"
Woosung and Hajoon looked at him almost uninterested, only to entertain him a little bit more since it had been mostly him orchestrating the moments for Jaehyeong to confess his feelings. They wanted to help too; they had been excited to take part in the scheme, but seeing how Jaehyeong was taking his time made them think it was better to step away for a while. Contrary to Dojoon, who seemed even more committed to the cause, "one last try," Dojoon restated.
"Okay, what do you suggest?"
"Nothing too crazy, please!" Hajoon stepped in, limiting Woosung's encouragement.
"Let's invite Y/N to Jaehyeong's surprise birthday party next week!" He exclaimed, "that would be completely out of work. We give Jaehyeong a week to try to make a move if he wants to, but we still secure another moment together for them no matter if they end up coming as a couple or singles ready to mingle...between them, Iâ"
"Okay, we got it!" Hajoon interrupted.
"That's genius!" Woosung regained his enthusiasm. "I'm in! One more nosy try won't hurt."
"I knew you were going to agree!" Dojoon looked back at Hajoon, "Joon-ah! C'mon, get in, please," he begged.
Hajoon rolled his eyes before he said, "alright, one more try."
The final day of shooting was with a reduced cast since it was mostly the band and the lead who were supposed to film. The perfect setting for a little surprise invitation to a surprise birthday party.
Woosung managed to grab a moment with Jaehyeong gone from your side; it seemed almost impossible with time to separate the both of you. He casually made conversation about the music video and how incredible it was to have found you for it. He needed to be fast, though, before Jaehyeong came and heard about what they had been planning for his birthday for a month already.
"What's best is that you were already familiarized with our band, especially Jaehyeong, at your acting classes," Woosung said.
"That helped a lot!" You exclaimed, smiling widely. "When I saw the casting call, I immediately thought of Jaehyeong and did my best to get it since working with him is super fun. He's a great friend, so I knew it was definitely going to be so easy to navigate."
"Right, you're super close. You've been glued to each other this whole time," he threw in a little tease, "but it's cool to see our maknae happy having friends around that share such cool creative drives between them," he smoothly added.
You nodded. Woosung caught a little shyness in your gesture, so he continued, "hey! Actually, it's awesome that we got to know you properly. Jaehyeong talks about you a lot, and we wanted to contact you for a little surprise we're throwing for him for his birthday."
"Oh, really? I was actually thinking of calling him and inviting him for some treat or something, but that is even better."
Woosung had to contain his excitement hearing you talk so enthusiastically, confirming even more how into each other the two of you were. He succeeded; Dojoon's plan was taking off steadily.
"Awesome! I'll tell Dojoon to send you all of the details."
âHey, Y/N!â
"Hey, Y/N!" You heard Jaehyeong call you from inside the class.
It took you a second to realize he had been calling you, but as you turned around, a smile graced your lips. You watched as he maneuvered through the small crowd that had formed around your classmates near the entrance, causing you to giggle. After apologizing to Haeyoung, the class assistant, for accidentally bumping into her, he finally reached you.
"I thought I missed you," he blurted, a little out of breath. "So, I was thinking, do you wanna go grab a coffee?"
His smile was contagious. "Sure! Coffee would be nice," you agreed as enthusiastically as you could.
"It seems it might rain; we could go to your favorite just a couple of blocks away from here."
You simply nodded in response and followed him. Jaehyeong was undoubtedly the top highlight of acting classes. When you first saw him in that initial class, you couldn't help but feel a bit starstruck. However, he quickly showed how down-to-earth and kind he was, quickly erasing any notion of him being a celebrity from your mind. If you were to describe him in a single word, it would be "comfort." Whenever your best friend was absent from class, it was Jaehyeong that you would always gravitate towards, or sometimes the both of you if Hanna was also present.
"Are you in the mood for something sweeter today? Or just your regular Americano?" Jaehyeong asked once you entered the coffee shop.
"Oh, uh..." he caught you a little off guard. "Something sweeter sounds good today," you agreed.
"Find us a spot; I'll go and order," he suggested, anticipating your protest as he often did when he planned to pay for everything. "Please, just let me," he quickly interjected, flashing a genuine smile, hoping you would agree and allow him to treat you to coffee.
"Okay, but you will let me pay next time."
"Yeah, maybe," he joked, effortlessly bringing out a small laugh from you.
You went to look for a good spot so you could enjoy your coffee calmly. There was a corner near the window where not many people were around, so you sat there to wait for Jaehyeong. He had been right. As you stared outside the window, you noticed the raindrops starting to fall. You contemplated the weather, trying not to think about anything.
"Nice spot!" You heard him say as he sat down in front of you. "It did rain! Am I a psychic?" he joked, looking at the rain and giving you your drink.
"That is sweet," you said, and suddenly realized you might not have just meant it to describe the drink he chose for you. His eyes were so sparkly and full of joy, making you laugh again. "Seems you know me quite well; this seems delicious, or you really are a psychic," you said as you raised your eyebrows playfully.
"I will look into auditions for psychics; it might just come natural."
You were not surprised at how easily he could make you laugh, but the blossoming affection within you piqued your curiosity once again. All of your emotions collapsing caused you to retreat inward, contemplating and reflecting on them more deeply.
You would normally be aware of your surroundings, as you swear by the "here and now" perspective, but it was becoming more evident that something was on your mind.
Jaehyeong tried to study your expression. "So you got an interesting scene for the assignment?" he asked casually.
It was only natural for him to ask such a question, but what he understandably failed to anticipate was the extent of your concern since you first read it. He did notice the way you sighed and gazed at your coffee, absentmindedly playing with the whipped cream on top.
"Is everything okay?"
You looked up at him; his eyes expressed so much concern, and you felt so comfortable that you even managed to pull off a small smile. "It's a tough one," you admitted. "I read it, and it just feels so real. I'm concerned about not being able to even start with it; I think IâI, uh..."
Jaehyeong allowed the silence to linger, giving you the space and time you needed. Finally, you spoke up again, expressing your worries, "I don't know how I will manage to separate my own feelings from the character's." You glanced back at your coffee. "Actor's problems, huh?" you added, trying to lighten the mood with your self-deprecating comment.
Jaehyeong chuckled softly and met your eyes. "No need for jokes; your feelings are valid." He considered his words, "that is definitely a challenge, but you have a gift for channeling emotions authentically while keeping yourself protected."
He pondered for a moment. "You can perhaps resort to a simple technique...breath in and out, stay calm so the tears flow naturally once you relax," he suggested, offering a potential solution for the challenging assignment you had to prepare for next class, where you had to cry on cue. "But you can always talk to the professor and see if he can change your scene. I'm sure he will understand. Your learning process doesn't have to come at the expense of your suffering."
You finally smiled truthfully; his understanding and advice moved you deeply. He really saw through you and realized how deeply it was affecting you.
"And you're not alone," he added, smiling back. "I'm here if you need someone to talk to; I'll listen and provide my psychic powers, no charge."
The way he brought out your most genuine laugh of the day spoke volumes. He was a special one, no doubt. You felt so grateful towards him, and just having him around felt like a blessing. The emotions were finally clear as you saw into his eyes, expressing your heartfelt gratitude. There was a deep care for him that made you feel excited and frightened all at the same time.
âOh, hi Y/N!â Dojoon exclaimed with a smile as he saw you entering the venue. He walked over to greet you properly and led you to where Woosung and Hajoon were busy setting up some fairy lights. They greeted you as warmly as Dojoon had and happily welcomed your offer to help with the preparations for Jaehyeongâs surprise.
âThank you for lending us a hand; Jaehyeong would love to know that,â Woosung said, winking playfully. It seemed he had caught you off guard; your nervous smile was the giveaway. He let it rest but exchanged a look with Hajoon, who was trying to hide a knowing smile from you.
It was getting more obvious as time went by just how much you were into each other. The members didnât want to meddle much anymore, but they still had some tricks up their sleeves if they didnât see much interaction. Just one final push.
More guests began to arrive once the early crew finished decorating, filling the venue with an air of excitement and joy as the hour drew near. Smiles adorned everyone's faces as they eagerly anticipated Jaehyeong's arrival, but it was a certain starry-eyed face that kept the members eager to witness their youngest member's reaction.
The plan was set in motion. Hajoon received Jaehyeong's message, expressing concern as he found no one around in the building. Hajoon quickly reassured him that he was in no trouble but urged him to hurry since the crew needed to begin filming the promotional video for the tour earlier than planned, mentioning a logistical issue with the venueâall of this a white lie concocted to ensure Jaehyeong arrived alone at his surprise birthday party.
Jaehyeong's face showed a whirlwind of emotions as he stepped through the door. The lights out momentarily masked his concern, but it flickered across his face for a brief moment before he comprehended the situation. The sudden burst of lights, music, and chants of birthday wishes took him completely by surprise.
A particular someone captured his gaze, and all that his face revealed was enchantment. The members nudged each other, beaming at Jaehyeongâs perfect reaction to realizing you were here. The birthday party be damnedâalmostâthis is what they lived for, just witnessing their maknae being truthfully happy.
The band energetically embraced Jaehyeong in a group hug, messing with his neatly styled hair that his style crew had meticulously managed to tame. He had already thought that his sort of laid-back outfit didnât match the tidy hairstyle much, so he felt more comfortable as he let them ruffle his hair. If only he could have guessed it was just to make him think he had to be at least half ready to only change his outfit once he arrived at the promotional video set.
Jaehyeongâs smile remained on his lips as the members pulled back, filled with gratitude for his friends. But his eyes suddenly searched past them, landing on yours across the room as he heard the beats of his yearning heart echo inside his ears.
There you stood, smiling shyly. The party buzz faded into background noise as your gazes met and held. Before he could second-guess himself, Jaehyeong started walking towards you. His heart pounded faster as your smile grew, mirroring the hope in his own eyes.
Time seemed to pass slower than it really was, but as Jaehyeong reached you under the colorful lights, he softly spoke your name, bringing you back from your slow-motion imagination.
âY/N, Iâm so happy youâre here.â
You shook your head slightly as you scrunched your nose. âItâs not hard to show up for you. Your hair...â you said, noticing the disheveled locks that his friends had left. Gently giggling, you ran your fingers through his hair, fixing it back into place. Jaehyeong didnât have much time to react since the crowd approached to congratulate him. You stayed behind, trying to slow your heartbeat as you greeted a couple of acquaintances.
The party started right away, with people taking Jaehyeong from one place to another. Dojoon kept an eye out between mingling, ensuring everyone felt included in the revelry. He noticed you and Jaehyeong gravitating naturally together amidst chaos, even stealing shy glances when thinking no one saw while you were not within the same group of people. Trusting the magic of moments, Dojoon gave you space, engaging others enthusiastically.
In a brief moment, he found Woosung awaiting karaoke's start. Woosung nodded discreetly towards the balcony as he drew Hajoon in, who was busy setting the microphones. They watched in awe as Jaehyeong led you outside while holding your hand.
Woosung smiled knowingly. "Our work here is done. All that's left is for them to follow their hearts."
As you walked out onto the balcony, the sounds of the party gradually faded into the background, merging with the bustling city below like distant background music. You both took in the view, and for a moment, nothing was said.
You took the opportunity to reach for the small birthday present you brought. You were not planning anything specific to gift him, but when you saw it, you immediately thought of Jaehyeong, and you bought it right away.
âI got you something,â you announced.
Jaehyeong looked at you, surprised. âWhat? You didnât have to,â he chuckled nervously.
âHow could I not? Itâs small, but I really hope you like it.â You took a deep breath and handed him the small box.
The gentle touch of his fingers sent thrills down your arm, so you tried to hide the sudden nervous smile that grew on your face. You stared as he opened his present and were moved by his growing smile.
âIâm a psychic⊠this is so cool. Where did you get it?â
He discovered the reason why, and you couldnât help but laugh. âI was just window shopping and saw it; it was meant to be yours.â
âYouâŠâ he searched for your eyes. âI love it. Could you?â he asked you, offering to put the subtle crystal ball necklace around his neck.
There was no possible way to hide your smile anymore; he had you hooked. You stepped close enough to grab the necklace and softly rested your arms on his shoulders to fasten it. Once the necklace was secured around his neck, you took a second to admire it on him. It was perfect; it wasnât extravagant, and it fit so well with him. Before he could read the emotions that your eyes expressed, you looked back at the city.
âThank you,â he simply said.
âWelcome.â
Jaehyeong's heart raced with anticipation, but he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He reminded himself that there was nothing to worry about when he was with you. Being around you brought him a sense of tranquility that he had never experienced elsewhere. Just by gazing at you and witnessing how your smile mirrored the radiance of the moon in the night sky, he felt at ease.
âThank you for coming; seeing you made this surprise even better,â Jaehyeong softly said. You turned to face him, and the full sight of your smile melted his worries away.
âThere was no reason not to be here.â Something in your voice gave him courage.
âIâve loved to have you around the past week; we hadnât seen each other in so long since I was too busy to attend classes.â Jaehyeong stepped closer, slowly, almost without being noticed. âIâve missed asking you for help; Iâve missed our talksââ
âIâve missed you too,â you interrupted, summarizing what youâd both felt before you could see each other again.
A fondness entered his eyes, and he nodded. âY/N,â he started and gently reached for your hand, brushing his thumb over your skin. Your fingers curled around his, igniting sparks in both of your hearts. âIâve been wanting to tell you something,â he paused for a second. âIâve felt the agony for so long, but now Iâm taking my leap of faith, letting hope lead me. What Iâm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. Not just as a friend. Every time weâre together, you become the highlight of my day.â
A tender smile broke across your face, accompanied by sparkling eyes that searched for his, easing the last of his nerves. âJaehyeong, I like you too. I have for a while.â
It was your heartÂŽs turn to settle into joy and calmness. You also lived through the agony and hope that Jaehyeong mentioned, making you remember about that small moment you shared in class once. It was almost poetic how he brought it up. He eased you up in ways you hadnât known before, and that is why you stepped even closer and lifted your free hand to cradle his cheek. Jaehyeongâs eyes fluttered shut at your warm touch, savoring it.
Slowly, you leaned in, giving him every opportunity to pull back if unwanted. But all he wanted was you. He searched for you with his eyes still shut, until both of your lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. His lips were impossibly sweet and soft against yours, weakening your knees, but you stayed strong and continued to kiss him.
You both pulled away, driven by a gentle laugh that started without even thinking much about it all. You rested your forehead on his, keeping your eyes closed as you kept your hand on his cheek. âIâve wanted to do that for so long,â you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek soothingly.
Jaehyeong smiled with ease when your eyes met, both sharing radiant gazes equally filled with care and desire. âYou make me so happy,â he shared while his cheeks heated up.
You giggled softly and pulled back to appreciate his face. âI am the lucky one,â you admitted.
âShould we stay out here for the rest of the night?â Jaehyeong asked, almost suggesting.
âYou are the star of the party; itâs your birthday.â You giggled even more. âEven though, that sounds nice. No matter how cold it is out here, I feel warm being this close to you,â you confessed.
Jaehyeongâs protectiveness heightened and embraced you, drawing you even closer. âThen letâs get inside. The guys would also probably want to know what happened,â he chuckled. âDid you catch up on their meddling?â he asked, amused.
âI did!â you exclaimed. âI admit they helped quite a bit, though.â
âYeah, they did.â Jaehyeong searched for your hand and tilted his head towards the door. You squeezed his hand and followed him inside.
You stepped in even closer than you had been when you went out to the balcony. Hajoon noticed the smiles on your faces and whispered at Dojoon to look back, and in a chain reaction, he pulled Woosung from where he was talking to a couple of their friends. They looked at you both in awe, full of joy for what seemed to have been a successful confession. No matter who initiated it or what was said and done, they were just happy for the both of you and how easily everything fell into place.
#happy birthday jaehyeong#jaehyeong fanfic#jaehyeong#lee jaehyeong#the rose#the rose band#the rose fanfic#the rose jaehyeong#birthday fic#exouniverse
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Happy Halloweekend, babies! I know I haven't been keeping up with my content as much as I would love to, but I wanna spotlight some of my recent supernatural/halloween fics that have been giving major đ„șđ„”đ€Łđ. Give some of these creators some love and be safe out there this weekend!
Cherry Bomb - @retrievablememories
pairing:Â jungkook x fem reader
summary:Â âget fucked or dieâ becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.
genre:Â smut, horror/slasher, college!au
Untitled - @talkfastromance4
pairing: calum hood x fem reader
summary: reader meets werewolf!calum at a party
genre: smut, fantasy
I Want to Bite You - @talkfastromance4
pairing: luke hemmings x fem reader
summary: reader wants vampire!luke to bite her
genre: adult (no explicit smut)
Dragon - @the-world-is-spinning-round
pairing: remington leith x fem reader
summary: dragon!remington takes pity on a human sacrifice
genre: fantasy
Haunted - @the-world-is-spinning-round
*honestly everything that this author writes is amazing so definitely go check out some of her work!
pairing: remington leith x fem reader
summary: Bonnie discovers a ghost in a haunted house
genre: fantasty
kinktober day 10 - @floralcyanide
pairing: Austin butler x fem reader
summary: A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.
genre: smut
Happy Halloween - @krreader
pairing: jackson wang x bambam x fem reader
summary:Â a maid outfit isnât exactly the best idea when having two jealous boyfriends, you know?
genre: smut
Descend - @sombreboy
pairing: kim namjoon x fem reader
summary: ââIâd say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..ââ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ââYou will make it worth my while.ââ
genre: smut, supernatural
Summoned - @emoboijk
pairing: poly!bts x fem reader
summary: You repeat their names as a mantra, as a prayer, as a guiding light when you feel scared. How were you to know it would summon them? You accidentally summon the 7 demons that make up BTS and they tell you to fulfill your contract they have to fuck you.
genre: smut, demon au
That Boy is a Monster - @wildernessuntothemselves
pairing: werewolf!woosung x vampire!reader
summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought youâd conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy youâd picked out wasnât so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon
genre: smut, violence
If anybody has any other recs I should add to this list just give me a shout!!
#ona's opinions#palaye royale#remington leith#5 seconds of summer#luke 5sos#calum 5sos#remington leith imagine#luke hemming imagines#calum hood imagines#austin butler#austin x reader#bts fanfic#bts x reader#got7#jackson wang#original story#original female character#band blog#band imagine blog#band imagines#spooktober#spooky season#happy halloweeeeeeen
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