#yoongi fanction

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Belong (02) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, mention of sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; explicit sexual content (straddling, kissing, penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 19k

Series Masterlist

Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: Part of Me by The Coast; Loving You by Seafret || Playlist 🎶

A/N: Thank you to those who’ve taken interest and time to read this! I hope it gives you comfort as much as it did to me writing it. 

Present day 

Yoongi has a hard time suggesting where you could have coffee. A lot of the cafes that he could think of are the ones you both frequented. Too many memories, he thinks, like the specific drink and sandwich you’d order from each one, the table you always stayed at, and where you’d go after. 

That summer 8 years ago, you went to a cafe after your first kiss. Which was also the night you both met. You’d made out at Jungkook’s kitchen after a game of spin-the-bottle and after thinking that he didn’t want to stop kissing you, somehow spending time to get to know you was better. 

You stayed up until the staff kicked you out. Then he saw you again the next day, and then the next, and pretty much everyday after that. You watched his games and spent time with his friends. He went to your part of town and visited the Opera House where your mom used to take you. You indulged him by playing basketball with him in his favorite court and spent time at his father’s shop. He watched movies with you and ran famous lines together at your insistence. 

Somewhere in between all that, he kissed you. And then you kissed him, again and again until you had to go back to Seoul. That wouldn’t be your last.

This entire town has both of you in it with your 2 years together. It doesn’t help that he remembers a lot of things, even those that are trivial. And especially the more special ones, like the lighting store where he bought a lamp because yours broke, and he drove to Seoul first thing in the morning to give it to you with a box of cupcakes because you were worried about an exam. The little shops and parks and temples are there, too, as if they’re mocking him. 

It’s odd, trailing these streets where you both used to walk, his fingers only gingerly holding yours back then because you always walked just a little bit ahead, turning to the store windows to see what’s inside. He always held you loosely like that, he realizes now. Perhaps a part of him knew early on that you’re not meant to be held closely. 

Now, though, you both walk side by side. There are no fingers grazing or giggles filling the air. It’s a little more quiet, but the silence is welcomed. You’d spent a lot of those times together before, too, he recalls. 

Yoongi sees a cafe that opened just last year. This is new to both of you so it’s a safe choice. He leads you there and gives your orders on the counter. He returns with your drinks, as well as water and extra milk. He used to constantly tease you for your milk-with-coffee preference and always found it cute how you’d pout and make a disgusted face whenever you sipped his very bitter, no sugar americano. He catches himself before he passes his drink over to you. 

“Are you sure your dad doesn’t need you at the store?” You speak up first. “He seemed like he needed help.”

“He just wanted me to check the slabs of wood he purchased,” Yoongi responds. “People visit the shop to create their own pieces sometimes and he just wanted me to confirm that the quantity was okay.”

“Woodworking workshops, huh?” You say, remembering the poster on the window. “I assume that was your idea?”

Yoongi was always fascinated with furniture and he wanted to learn how to make them on his own. You suppose he learned after all these years.

“It was. I spent a lot of time there when I was recovering and wanted to sell what I was making,” he answers. “I was pretty sure other people would enjoy that kind of thing. It’s good business.”

“It is. And the place still looks so alive. It’s nice to know that hasn't changed.”

“A lot of things here haven’t,” he responds. “People included.”

“I agree. My sisters are still unbearable, my father still doesn’t confront them, my stepmom still doesn’t know how to act around all of us,” you chuckle bitterly. “I mean, not like I expected anything after seeing them for the first time in years.”

“Well, the shop’s always open if you need a place to go to after being with them,” he offers. “I manage it sometimes. Dad’s getting older and needs to be scolded to get some rest.”

“He still looks pretty sharp and strong to me,” you say. “And just as warm.”

“A little stubborn, too, but I guess he got that from me.”

You giggle and Yoongi mirrors it. He almost forgot how it felt like to make you laugh and smile, and it honestly still feels pretty good. 

“He asked if I’d seen you and I said I did,” you continue, knowing you might be entering unspeakable territory but you go on. “I told him you look well and he said you’re doing good. I’m really glad you are, Yoongi. I… I’m happy to know that basketball is in your life again.”

You shoot him an apologetic look for bringing it up. Dealing with the injury was hard for him. So was recovering from it. You’d learned that trying to get back on the court without the fear of him getting hurt again was tougher. You watched him fall apart over it, and it took a lot for you to move on from how your relationship fell apart because of it, too. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry about it,” he assures you, seeing as how you panicked a little after mentioning it. It means a lot to him, though, knowing what you think. He’s been well, he can finally say that. “I figured it out somehow. I didn’t need to be playing on the court, I just needed to be around it. Coach Yang needed an assistant a few years ago and he reached out. He eventually retired and wanted me to take over. It made the most sense.”

“Do you still play, though?”

“Sometimes, when I feel like it. I shoot baskets during training with the kids and that seems to be enough for me,” he responds. “Seungkwan and the guys invite me to play some weekends but my knees don’t work the same as they did so I beg off sometimes.”

“Afraid you’d taint the image of the Captain, sweet assassin Min?” You tease, earning you an embarrassed look. 

“I can’t believe I allowed them to call me that,” he chuckles, covering his face with his hand. “That was horrible.”

“Hey, it was cute!” You insist. “And it has that mysterious vibe only for you to be this soft-hearted man who wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

“Hey. Flies deserve to live.”

Yoongi plays it cool, not wanting to show any reaction to you complimenting his college moniker. He used to hate it but you loved it. He started appreciating it after that.

You laugh again. Even if he says things seriously like he always does, you know he’s giggling deep down. 

“You’ve been well, too,” he fills the silence. “I mean, you don’t seem to be running out of projects. Didn’t you just star in a movie last year? And then you had a series right away?”

“The film release was delayed a bit,” you answer, not wanting to dwell on him being updated. “But yeah, things haven’t really stopped. My mindset is still to get whatever comes my way, you know? Of course, my manager advises me. But I don’t think I’m at that stage yet where I could be picky over what opportunities come, whether as a supporting role or a lead. I haven’t… had the big break yet. That's why I don’t really stop working.”

“Well, if it means anything, everything you’ve starred in has been great,” he remarks, surprising you. “And after your latest series, I think you just proved that you’re versatile. I think that big break is right around the corner.”

“You… you watch my stuff?” You stammer. 

You never really thought about whether he did or not, but suddenly, the fact that he does makes your head spin.

“My dad makes it a date,” he says. “We go to the theater when you have a movie and we have dinner in his house while watching an episode. It’s kinda embarrassing sometimes how much of a fan he is of you.”

“What? I think it’s sweet,” you giggle, feeling your cheeks warm. “I adore your dad so much. It’s pretty special when someone I care about is a fan. I mean, at least I converted my nieces into fans. My stepmom, too. And then hearing the guys last night… It was really touching.”

Yoongi decides against inserting himself. He doesn’t know what it’d look like if he tells his ex-girlfriend that he’s a fan of hers, too. 

“It suits you. Having admirers, I mean,” he wonders out loud. “You always had this charm. It comes through the screen. You were always meant for this, you know that, right? And the people who truly care about you see that. They’ll always believe in you. I do.”

If it was just any other day or one you’d spent scolding Taehyung, Yoongi’s words wouldn’t hit you as much. But after the day you’ve had, you suppose you’re bound to get this emotional. A part of you just hoped that you didn’t have to break down in front of your ex-boyfriend. But here you are.

Yoongi’s faith in you never wavered. You remember the first time you met and stayed at a cafe then talked until you got kicked out, you told him all about your dream of making it big in the industry. You told him about your dream roles and that you eventually want to run acting workshops that included mentorship for those who didn’t have a good support system. He let you talk and was very straightforward with his words but they were always so comforting. Short and precise but they always meant a lot. Today isn’t an exception.

You don’t even notice that you’re crying until you feel a napkin on your cheek, and you take it from him to wipe the tears yourself. 

“I’m so sorry,” you sniff, momentarily stopping when you remember all the times when he wiped your tear-stained cheeks himself. “I just…”

“It’s fine, we don't have to talk about it.” 

“It just means a lot. That’s all,” you tell him. 

There’s a lot you want to say - like being reminded of all the things that changed in your family after your mom left, wishing that your sisters didn’t resent you and that they’d forgive you after all this time, hoping you were strong enough to forge a real relationship with your father, missing your mom even if you see her every year and talk to her every month, accepting that things wouldn’t get any better when it came to your family.

There’s a lot of hopes and what-ifs in your life. The man sitting in front of you is one of them. 

Yoongi had big dreams like you - play basketball professionally, make it to the national team… But things don’t always work out the way we want, and despite what he had to go through, you knew he kept on going, living as though there was still more he could do; he just had to find that drive in him again, and it’s one of the reasons why things ended for the both of you. 

But that’s also precisely why being with him always gave you so much comfort. He was always so brave for dreaming and he worked so hard on his craft; his courage and passion pushed you even more. You’d met him at a time when all you had was your dream and a handful of people around who cheered you on. 

It was admittedly scary. Anyone can say they want to be an actress. A lot of people who try don’t make it. You were one of many who either wouldn’t make a dent in the industry or one of very few who’d eventually be a part of it. You didn’t know if your hard work would one day pay off. You didn’t know if it would all  be worth it, but on that first night when you met Yoongi, you saw the fear and courage behind his seemingly disinterested exterior. 

He came to life when he talked about basketball and his love for the sport and it mirrored your love for your craft. It was hard, he’d said. He suffered through ankle and knee injuries in high school from playing and a bicycle accident after he tried to chase his mom when she left, but he pushed through. 

“There’s no other way through a bump in the road but to go over it,” he’d told you once. “And you go through it with people believing that you’ll get through it. And you will.”

He knew it was hard for you, not having what was left of your family to support your dream and being away from your mom, the one remaining who did. Yoongi never made you feel alone. He went to the Opera House with you to watch local shows and then cooked you makchang because he was apparently very good at it. He didn’t have to tell you that you could choose your family, that you could decide who gets to be part of your home, but you knew it. He made sure you’d never forget. 

For him to tell you that he still believes in you means so much more when you think about all the years that've passed by and all the times you felt like you weren’t good enough. Somehow you know, he’ll always believe you are. 

You think back to what you told Taehyung, about wanting to let the man you loved know that you’re good and happy and living your dream. That he did what he did so you could have this. And that maybe, all the hurt was worth it. 

The silence isn’t terrifying nor is it awkward. As you try to gain composure, Yoongi just sits in front of you, his eyes not looking straight into yours. His small nods tell you that he’s just there, that you can continue to be this way if it helps you feel better. 

“Aside from all the family drama though, all is well,” you finally say. “My place in the city is nice, I get to attend these cool events, I’ve met some of my heroes, starred alongside a few of them… I got to immerse myself in the characters and feel their emotions and tell their stories.”

“It’s a lot of things you’ve always wanted. ___,” he says, his smile so genuine you feel like crying again. “I always knew it was going to be worth it. I don’t think I would’ve done things differently all those years ago.”

“Your encouragement lasted me years, Yoongi,” you respond. “With what happened, I now know you had to make that decision for us. Because I wouldn’t have been able to.”

“You had to pursue your dream, ___. And I had to remember what mine was,” he laments. “Those things matter, you know? When something important in our life breaks, another part has to remain whole to fill those cracks.”

Yoongi’s words come from a place of hurt, something you understand. 

It was on the third day after you met when you told him about your mom, how she was a ballerina and wanted to perform with the most prestigious company in the most beautiful theaters in the world. She did, only for a while though. Her career was cut short and then she had a family, but the dream felt incomplete, and the home she created stopped being enough. She left Daegu when she got an offer to hold classes for that same prestigious company in Paris, leaving a hole in your heart that your own dream filled up, and somehow, that’s what made you forgive her.

She kept in contact with you, paid for your college education, and supported you in all ways. She reminded you that it was okay to dream, and though she’d always regret how she achieved hers, she told you that it was important to surround yourself with people who’d dream your dream with you.

That same day, Yoongi told you about his mother, how she’d lived in this town her whole life and just wanted to be out in the big city. She tried to leave - several times - but she always chose to stay. Until she didn’t. She used to bring Yoongi to basketball practice and watch his high school games. He wanted to continue playing because after she left, the sport made him feel enough, it made him feel complete. It was the one thing he felt he wasn’t ever going to lose. 

When something important in our life breaks, another part has to remain whole to fill those cracks. 

Even with the heartbreak, he was who you needed at that time. You think now that you’ll always be grateful that he did what he did. Somehow, he kept your dream whole for you. And he tried to put back the pieces to make his own dream whole as well.

“Are they treating you well out there?” He asks after a while. “Are the people surrounding you good?”

“They are,” you beam. “Jin is great. We kept in touch even when his career took off. Hoseok, my agent and manager, is so supportive. He really challenges me and respects me as an artist and that means a lot, you know? And Jimin’s my personal assistant - a best friend and brother and mother all in one. I owe a lot to them, too.”

Yoongi smiles, appreciative of all the people who’ve been taking care of you all these years, especially after he broke your heart. 

“Oh, and the guys as well,” you add. “Namjoon and Jungkook kept in touch. It’s… well, it’s how I knew that you took time away from basketball and that you became a coach. They still adore you, those two. That’s never gonna change.”

“Yeah, they always remind me,” Yoongi chuckles. “They check up on me and my dad all the time. Honestly, they made sure I wouldn’t lose my love for the game. It annoyed me at one point but looking back, if they hadn’t, I would’ve completely lost that part of me that was keeping me together.”

“Basketball will always be a part of you, Yoongi,” you point out. “In whatever form you do it, you’ll always be good at it.”

“Well, the dream changed a bit but it’s still there,” he replies. “I won’t say it's as big as it was but you know, I have gentle dreams, too. I’ve come to find those to be just as important.”

“What are those gentle dreams?”

“Simple stuff,” he hums. “Having coffee every morning, watching the kids I coach improve and be better people, being with my dad and seeing his eyes light up every time people visit the store. That… that last bit is the most important one, I guess. You know how the shop just became a means of survival for him at some point.”

“Well, he talks about it now with so much sparkle in his eyes,” you giggle. “It’s like he’s so excited about running the shop again.”

“He is. I suggested the woodworking workshop some time ago to get more people coming in. He really likes talking to them about furniture,” he says. “My brother lives a bit farther out and he has a family to take care of. And after my dad lived through the angry, upset, completely detached version of myself, being with him now as much as I am means a lot to both of us.”

“Those are what’s keeping you whole now, then?”

“Mostly, yeah,” he hums. “You can have a lot of these little dreams, too, and they fill the cracks the same way. They’ve been enough all these years.”

“And you’re happy, right? You’re happy here?”

It takes a while but he answers, with that same calm and accepting look of his, as if finally, he’s reached this point. And he looks damn proud of it.

“I am, ___. I’m finally happy here.”

You see Yoongi again the next day.

You’d had lunch with your grandparents who looked really happy to see you. They were quite neutral all those years ago, not really knowing how to handle the whole situation because they, too, were upset at your mom for leaving their son. When you left, they acted a little bitterly but you know they tried to be gentle and accommodating during your succeeding visits. They didn’t really reach out when you stopped coming home.

But the mix of guilt and joy in their eyes from earlier was something that affected you. They realized that so many years have passed them by and life is too short, as they get older and start to get weaker. They said that they wished they’d driven out to Seoul to see you; maybe then you could feel that your family is proud of you. 

It was a lot to handle, as it wasn’t something you were prepared for. But you managed to keep your emotions at bay, only letting a few of the tears fall once you got inside your car.

You drive to the antique shop immediately. You'd seen a couple of really nice vases that you want to gift your grandparents, planning to instruct their caretakers to make sure there are fresh flowers everyday. 

A part of you is hoping you’d see Yoongi there, remembering after yesterday how it felt like to be with him to just talk about things, or feel things, or savor things. After that afternoon, you felt some form of closure over the past years since your breakup, something you hadn’t realized you needed. 

There was no need for that when things ended. He made it pretty clear why he thought it was better to stop trying, and though it broke your heart in ways that were difficult to repair, you understood. 

Talking with him yesterday felt like putting an old hidden photo in a frame and placing it on the topmost shelf in your home. There’s so much value in it, so many memories that you treasure, and there’s still so much to gain from being able to see it, even if you won’t have that moment or that joy ever again. 

You enter the shop and wait behind a customer who’s inquiring about refurbishing a vintage dresser that he has. Yoongi gladly discusses the specifications with the client, knowing that his dad will be excited about this project. 

You watch him listen intently and have bursts of smiles in long intervals as he gets more information. His long hair frames his face nicely. You like how it highlights his soft features, making him look more gentle than you’re used to. 

The way your heart races at the sight of him should be a little alarming. This isn’t a man you should be attracted to again, even if you convince yourself that you’re merely appreciating his beauty. It’s like gazing at that hidden old photo that’s now displayed on the shelf and admiring how he looks in it. You don’t want to think of any other implications. After yesterday, it’s been enough just being able to get comfort from him. It’s been enough knowing that you’ve both moved on well and are happy where you are. 

The customer leaves and you approach the counter. “Hey,” you say.

“___,” he looks up, worriedly. “Were you with your family again?

“Yeah, but don’t worry,” you assure him. “It was just with my grandparents. It was harmless but just a little sad. I was hoping to get them some vintage flower vases.”

“Ah, right, we’ve got a few,” he says, taking out some pieces from the back and from one of the shelves inside. He places them on the counter for you to assess. “You can inspect them and see what you like.”

He helps you choose, and then helps you contact a local flower shop to arrange regular deliveries to your grandparents’ house, and then gives his no-holds-barred review of each Italian restaurant in town so you can decide where to meet up with your drama class teacher for dinner in 2 days.

Pretty soon, it’s nearing 5:00 and the shop is about to close. Yoongi takes the vases and helps you load them in your car, and as a thank you for his help, you offer to treat him out to coffee.

“You sure?” He asks. “You don’t need to. You helped the business, you know that right?”

“I do,” you chuckle. “But it’s not just a thank you for the vases but for yesterday, too, and the other day.”

Yoongi gives in, knowing that coffee with you is pretty harmless. He disregards the fact that he still has to try so hard to not be affected by your beauty every time you’re in close proximity, and it doesn’t matter if he’s finding comfort in your presence again, which should be quite scary. He always liked being around you; your charm and energy were so infectious and he’s been without those for a long time. He trusts himself enough that he wouldn’t fall hard again or want something that neither of you can give. 

You find a cafe, which you eventually leave after someone recognizes you, so you separate briefly and then meet up at a park to sit on the benches. You mention being in town for 2 months and he says that the basketball season will start soon after that. You talk a bit more, about random things, really, like behind the scenes dirt on your shows and movies, and the juicy details of their university's faculty, until you’re both analyzing rumors. 

Some street food quells your hunger, and it’s not long after when you’re walking back to your car, knowing that your day ends here. It’s a good one, you think, as you look at him before you drive away - hands in his pockets, soft eyes, and his shy laughter when you wave goodbye and thank him for the vases once more.

You see him again for the next week and a half. You meet up with Taehyung during drinking nights with the guys, which always includes Yoongi, and you drop by the antique shop after spending 4 separate days with your family; he happens to be there every time. 

It’s short chats during those days, with your best friend not-so-discreetly eyeing you. The teasing still persists, but you and Yoongi have learned to answer back without dwelling on the remarks. You like that it isn’t awkward, that even after all this time, both of you can live with what happened and still be good friends after. It’s what your relationship was built on, after all; despite the initial attraction, it was your post-make out conversation that showed you just how wise and dependable he is.

It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve been home and the Seoul Thunders are back for another game. They lose this time, and even after the Pegasus’ cute player number 16 asks for your number, you’re more interested in the after party instead of his text message. 

You’re in Jungkook’s house again and given the results, he and Namjoon want to drink away the frustration. They urge everyone else to do so, too. 

Yoongi’s tolerance for alcohol has always been high. He did spend a lot of his early college years drinking with his dad - a habit the old man developed - but that’s what got him to stop. He doesn’t want his son to take after him, he always said. 

But Yoongi not only knows how to pace himself, he also knows his body. Unlike you and Taehyung, as he learned a long time ago. 

“So, uhm, who’s gonna stop Taehyung from doing stupid things now that he’s drunk?” Yoongi asks as he stands next to you, watching the young man’s glassy eyes as he laughs at the guys doing some weird dance.

“Uh, me?” You turn to him, frowning. “I’m perfectly fine.”

He looks at your dazed out face and knows it’s gonna be a long night.

“You don’t look perfectly fine, ___,” Yoongi hums. 

“I am. And I can hold my liquor,” you argue. “Remember that time we finished a whole bottle of whiskey? Well, I drank ¾ of it.”

You definitely did not but Yoongi chuckles, letting you believe that version of the story you want. 

To prove a point, you attempt to chug the cocktail that you’re holding but he pulls on your wrist halfway through to keep you from finishing the drink.

“Hey, you’ve reached your limit, ___. You’re gonna have a terrible headache in the morning.”

“Don’t care,” you mumble. It’s a few beats after when you say, “fuck I shouldn’t have drank that.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have,” he shakes his head playfully. “Come on, I’ll take you—”

Your head falling on his shoulder disrupts him, and other than you not being drunk enough to collapse on him, he’s thankful that most of the people are, so there are at least no photos nor remarks when he puts his hand on your waist to walk you over to Taehyung.

“Hey, we have to bring her home,” Yoongi tells him. “Can you key in her address or tell me the directions?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen before he laughs. “I don’t know her address. I only know the way when the sun’s out. It’s in a pretty secluded area.”

“Well shit,” Yoongi groans. “Let’s bring you both to your house then.”

“No!” He yells. “I’m drunk and my mom will make me do chores again if I go home like this.”

“Well then what am I gonna do with both of you?” Yoongi huffs. “Everyone here is useless.”

Taehyung just stares at him, hazy eyes saying he might pass out soon, too, so Yoongi does what he thinks is the only way to make sure that both of you get proper rest away from this mess. He orders Taehyung to drink 2 glasses of water and instructs him to go to your other side and bring you over to his car.

You’re seated at the back, your head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as he goes in and out of conversation with Yoongi. 

His place isn’t far so you all arrive not long after, and he’s thankful that his unit has a private entrance in the complex where he lives. 

Taehyung is mobile enough to help you get inside the apartment. Seeing you shiver reminds Yoongi that you get cold easily and the wind picked up the other day, so he takes one of his hoodies and puts it over you to make sure you’re warm enough for the night. He tucks you in and then tucks Taehyung in, chuckling at the younger man’s mumbling. 

This isn’t the first time he’s had to take care of both of you. He recalls that first time years ago when he took you to Taehyung’s house and made sure you were both in bed. He remembers the events after, too, so he tries to shake the memory off his mind. 

Things have changed since then and he convinces himself you’re both no longer the same people as you were before. Even if things seem to be following a pattern - the universe’s sick way of mocking him, perhaps - he’s not delusional to think that they would lead you both down the same road. He knows how that ended, after all, and he ended it so heartbreakingly. 

It doesn’t change the fact that he’s happy to be able to do things for you again. Even before you two got together so quickly like two lovestruck teenagers, he liked being able to drive you around and cook your favorite food for you. It was always how he liked to show you that he cared. Yoongi was only good with words that remained in his head. He wasn’t always the best at expressing what he means through them, except that one time when they meant to break your heart. 

This is fine, he repeats the words in his head. There’s no use denying that he cares about you, and after all these years, he thinks that showing you that he still does is one way to make it up to you.

The constant thrumming of your head forces you awake, making things hazy for you, especially as you try to figure out whose room this is because it definitely isn’t yours, nor is it Taehyung’s. You check your clothes - all there - and immediately recognize the scent of the jacket you’re wrapped in. 

Suddenly you’re dizzier. You stand up in panic to head out the door, only to trip on a body that’s lying on the floor. Taehyung lets out his familiar groan and cusses you out, and as you’re about to cuss him back, you feel the bile come up your throat and you start to gag. You shouldn’t have stood up that quickly earlier. 

You run out the door and thankfully see the bathroom on your left. You’re glad you make it to the toilet before your puke explodes all over the floor, and you’re left kneeling, holding the sides for dear life as you vomit all the alcohol not absorbed from last night. 

You suffer through the pain of gagging it all out but just then, you feel your hair being pulled from your sides until it’s being tied into a bun, making it easier for you to do your business. You know from the humming that it’s Yoongi next to you, even more when he starts rubbing circles on your back.

You finish shortly after and flush the toilet before he sees it then you immediately stand up, eyes wide and hand covering your mouth.

“Is this your place?” You ask, voice garbled.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he chuckles. 

“Why are we here?”

“Taehyung didn’t want Mrs. Kim to see him drunk and he didn’t know your address so here you are,” he smiles. “It’s all I can offer but here,” he adds, handing you some makeup wipes. “There’s the spare toothbrush and the towel is on the bottom shelf. Water and aspirin are on the bedside table. I’ll just make lunch, okay?”

All you get to do is nod. He nods in return then heads out to leave you on your own. You’re in shock the whole time you clean yourself up. This isn’t new territory to either of you but regardless, the fact that you’re in your ex-boyfriend’s place after a night of drinking makes you just a tad bit worried. 

You exit the bathroom and look around Yoongi’s apartment. It’s nice and simple. Every piece has a purpose. There’s still that tinge of coziness, though, like the comfy-looking sofa bed that he seems to have slept on last night.

Your eyes focus on him with his back turned, cooking what smells like French toast and some bacon. He’s wearing joggers and an oversized shirt, a usual outfit that always made him feel comfy during the times you’d wrap yourself around him. 

“Do you still like having cinnamon on your toast?” He turns around to ask.

You nod in response.

“Okay. Coffee’s on the pot. Milk’s on the counter,” he says. “I’m not sure if  you’re okay with the brand but it was the only one available at the convenience store.”

“Did you just buy it this morning?” You ask as you take a seat on the bar stool to watch him work around the kitchen. 

“Yeah.”

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t drink his coffee with milk. He used to stack the fridge with cartons of it in his college apartment because he knew you liked it. You’re reminded as well of all the things he knows about you, seeing that your French toast is the only one with cinnamon, and that your maple syrup is placed in a sauce dish because you prefer to dip than have it poured.

The way he paid attention to you was one reason why you fell as hard as you did. He’d remember details and stories. He wouldn’t hold your hand when you were seated or in bed because you gesticulate when you speak; he’d held it loosely when you were out since you tend to wander away and look at store windows because you were always curious and always looking “at the pretty things,” you’d said, like vintage dresses and flowers.

He told you all this once when you asked him if he’s not a hand-holder. He didn’t know, he told you then, but he always liked just watching you do what you want, whether close to him or not, and you should’ve known then that that’s the kind of person he’ll always be. 

Yoongi arranges the dishes on the dining table, and that’s when Taehyung exits the bedroom with his messy hair and half-closed eyes. 

“Hey,” you greet him.

“So… I had this crazy dream that Yoongi tucked me in bed and I told him I hate him for breaking your heart,” he sleepily smiles. “That felt really good.” 

“Uh, not so sure that was a dream, bud,” you chuckle, trying to mask your slight panic because what if you said something? 

“No, it was. It felt so real but in what world would the Captain tuck me in bed?” 

“In the real world,” Yoongi deadpans. “The one where you were drunk again and didn’t want me to take you home.”

Taehyung rubs his eyes and dramatically gasps. “Did I really—”

“Tell me you hate me?” Yoongi turns to him. “Yup. You repeated it a lot of times, actually.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, with an adorable boxy smile on display. “I meant it though.”

“I know. I’d hate me, too,” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, his words suddenly increasing the tension in the room tenfold. 

“Did… did I say anything?” You ask.

“You?” He holds your look before he chuckles. “Nope. You were an oddly quiet drunk last night.”

“Yah! Don’t scare me like that!” You frown. 

“What would you have said that would scare you if I heard it?” He arches his eyebrow. 

“Industry secrets,” you answer back. 

“Well, none of those,” he assures you. “You just hugged all the pillows when you laid in bed and left me with none.”

“What! Oh god. Yoongi! You should’ve taken one from me!” You groan. “You like your pillows.”

“It’s fine. You like your pillows, too,” he shrugs. “I was gonna take the other one from Taehyung but he drooled on it already so… yeah.”

“You’re such a terrible guest,” you tell your best friend. “You have to make it up to Yoongi.”

“I will, I will,” Taehyung sighs. “Dinner in that fancy Japanese restaurant on me. What about you? What will you do for him?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi says before you can say anything. “There’s no need for that.”

You smile at him, appreciating how good he’s been to you and your best friend. This isn’t the first time he’s done this but he never complained. Even when you’d drink, he always just let you be and took care of you when you couldn’t manage yourself. And he always seemed to know what to do after. That hasn’t changed, as evidenced by the meal in front of you and the hangover soup that he serves on bowls from the pot. 

“Do you guys need anywhere to be today? I can drive,” Yoongi offers.

“Great! I’m gonna do errands with my mom in the afternoon,” Taehyung answers. 

“I… don’t. I’ll probably just stay home,” you respond. 

Yoongi nods and declines your offer to help clean up in the kitchen despite your insistence. You stay with him while Taehyung fixes up in the bathroom, not wanting to think of how familiar this all feels. 

Days at his old college apartment usually went something like this - waking up to Yoongi’s cooking and his insistence on cleaning up. You used to always hug him from the back and kiss him nonstop until he gave in and let you help out, but that bit isn’t something you can do anymore. You never told him that you hate doing the dishes; you only share in the work because you like being close to him as often as possible, and the domesticity of it made you feel like the home that you missed.

Your best friend finishes and it’s not long after when you’re both in the car. Taehyung is dropped off first, then you key in your address on Yoongi’s phone. 

“This is the last time you’re gonna need to save us,” you chuckle as you watch your best friend scurry to his front door. “We’re so sorry, Yoongi, and thank you.”

“I don’t mind,” he hums. “It’s been nice, actually. You were away for a long time and I’ve liked knowing how you’ve been.”

You’re unable to respond and the silence prompts him to ask, “I’m sorry, was that weird?”

“No, not at all,” you say too quickly. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to act around you. But then I thought, what happened between us happened for a reason. And it was hard on me and maybe for you, too, and—”

“It was,” he interjects. More than you’ll ever know. 

“I guess I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been okay,” you continue. “That this is me today and the decisions I made in the past brought me here.”

“It’s the same with me,” he says. “It was tough but things worked out somehow. I… I almost gave up on basketball, you know? It was hard for a long time.”

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” you say, holding back your tears. 

You knew it was. He wasn’t always open about it; some things are too painful to talk about, especially when it’s about how much of yourself you’re losing as each day goes by. For all his bluntness, you learned that the one thing Yoongi wouldn’t talk about is his own pain. It’s why things went downhill for both of you then.

Somehow you knew that he just wanted to protect you from it, but the thought that he didn’t want to share it with you and didn’t let you help him cope with it hurt the most. But you also don’t blame him for wanting to do it on his own. You lived too far apart, and you were both in different stages of your respective lives.

“The injury wasn’t your fault, ___. Nor was how I handled it. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“Okay,” you mumble. “I’m just glad you’re better now. And it’s been nice for me, too, knowing how you’ve been. I feel like it’s closure to our closure, you know?” You chuckle. 

“It is,” he smiles. 

The short silence doesn’t bother you much, and the previous conversation is what prompts you to ask what he did before his coaching career. 

He worked at his dad’s antique shop after you left, he says. They both created a bunch of pieces that they sold online; he was the one who set up the store for that. He picked up playing the piano again, too. He used to go to lessons, you remember him telling you once. He stopped after his mother left but it became a good distraction from a lot of things, he recalls. He needed to be constantly doing something with his hands to deal with the frustration over not being able to play basketball anymore. He took up free online classes to supplement his computer science degree, and he offered his services to small businesses in the area to help them digitize. 

“Getting back on my feet helped in getting back to basketball,” he adds. “I didn’t watch or read anything about it for some time but then something came up on TV and I just missed it so suddenly. I began commenting on college basketball articles after that and that’s when coach Yang reached out to me for that assistant coach position then he retired last year. And now I’m here.”

“Well, thanks to whatever it was on TV then,” you smile. “Basketball always meant so much to you.”

Yoongi hums, as he recalls those incredibly tough years. It was already hard without you, but he supposes that was on him. He let much of his pain drown him and push you away, but he always believed he did what he had to do, not only for himself, but most especially for you.

He’s about to ask about your projects after you left but the map alerts him that your house is just on the right. 

“This is me,” you say. 

It’s at the end of the road and surrounded by bamboo trees. He can imagine how peaceful it is inside, just as you like. 

You always said that despite the joy you get from being around people and the hustle and bustle of the big city, you crave the quiet on some days. It’s where you get your energy from, you said that first night you met. Somehow Yoongi knew that you two, despite how different you both seemed, were compatible in that sense. And that proved true - you often hung out at quaint cafes, lounged around in some park, and would spend a whole day in bed or on his couch, just cuddling. 

“Oh, okay,” he hums. “Get some re—”

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, surprising him. 

In the few seconds that he doesn’t respond, you start to doubt yourself. Hearing him talk about what he went through cracks your heart a little bit, but something about his usual calm demeanor and accepting tone makes you want to hear him again and be in his presence.

It’s self-serving, you realize now. Everyday you’re reminded why you’re no longer with him reminds you of what you lost. That you walked away from him and that he didn’t make you stay are both truths, and at least on your end, you try hard not to regret what you did - leaving, not coming back, and moving on from him. Ironically, being with him these past weeks tells you that if at the end of it, Yoongi got to pick up the pieces and feel proud of it, then whatever it is you lost may have been worth it. 

He’s well and happy. It’s been 6 years since you’ve last been a part of his life. All that he is now no longer has anything to do with you. You want to dwell in the thought to sustain your acceptance of your reality that’s without him. Coming back home could trigger other thoughts, after all.

“Sure,” he answers, surprising you now. 

You nod and exit the car, open the gate, and let him park inside.

The house is a one-floor cottage with a mix of modern and chic interiors. It feels so you, and Yoongi isn’t surprised that this is the place you chose. You leave him on the patio with some biscuits and juice while you take a quick shower.

Yoongi looks around and takes in the quiet. He wishes he has a space like this even if he wasn’t always the type to lay outdoors and just enjoy the breeze. You always were. You’re the only reason why he ever really went outside other than to play basketball. After you left, he didn’t have any desire to do so. 

His version of peace is being on his couch or massage chair, listening to music, and drifting in and out of sleep. You used to keep him wide awake - with your musings, your sweet laughter, and the way you always squeezed yourself against his body, cuddling him as if he’s the softest being in the world, and he’ll never understand it. 

Being apart from you for 6 years somehow pushed him back to how life was without you, although bits of you and life with you remained in him. With you here now, it’s like he’s remembering those 2 years - of love, of being carefree, of letting the light of you seep in. He could’ve thought it was a dream. Hearing your voice this much reminds him it isn’t.

He hears your footsteps and he opens his eyes. You’re in lounge pants and a sweatshirt. The wind has picked up and you look comfortable. You place the board of  cheese, cold cuts, and crackers on the table in between his chair and yours. You go back inside and then walk out with more juice and a teapot.

“Dig in,” you say. 

Yoongi pops a slice of salami in his mouth and proceeds to slice the cheese in small and big sizes. You like to cover the entire cracker with it, and the thought makes you sneak in a smile that he doesn’t notice.

“So what were your projects like?” He starts.

Your conversation goes on for hours that you don’t notice passing by. You share how auditions and table readings go, what your normal day during filming is like, the anxiety before premieres, and attending big events with your childhood heroes.

You talk about the hard times, too - not getting callbacks, barely having lines, the physical and emotional strain of some roles, and the cruelty of the media. You mention the favors that producers would ask of you for a big project, and you don’t miss the way Yoongi’s face hardens at the stories. You assure him you were fine and that your manager made sure you wouldn’t be taken advantage of, but that you’re proud of how for the most part, you were able to stand your ground. 

“You taught me that, I guess,” you giggle. “You’re worth more than any role,” you mimic, as his words echo in your head. “I never forgot.”

“Don’t. Ever,” he responds. “If there’s anything of me that’ll stay with you, make sure it’s that.”

He means well, but it feels like the universe’s cruel reminder of what you had to lose to get to where you are. 

You nod and whisper, “I won’t.”

The sun starts to set and it’s what prompts him to get going. You’ll return his jacket soon, you tell him, then walk him back to his car and wave goodbye. 

You lie awake that night, unable to sleep. You don’t know how to deal with wanting to see him another time. You don’t know if the joy whenever you do stems from the knowledge that he’s doing okay or because you’re with him again and able to see him smile and hear him laugh. 

You don’t know if the tranquility you feel comes from living in a house that reeks of it and if the lowered anxiety you feel when you’re about to see your family is because you’ve become indifferent, or because Yoongi’s presence just makes you feel safe, it makes you feel welcomed. It makes you feel that in this town, there’s one other person who cares deeply about you. Everyday since seeing him again, that’s all you’ve felt - his gentleness and his unrelenting care.

“So, uh, what happened to hi and goodbye?”

Jimin’s sweetness is one you appreciate so much, especially as your personal assistant who needs to keep you grounded and also distracted. But his knowing, slightly disappointed look isn’t one you like at all.

You act innocent as you ask over the screen what he means.

“Well, let me answer it for you,” he sighs. “That plan sucked! I don’t even know why you thought it was a good one and that you’ll even sustain it. Clearly, sleeping at his place and then inviting him over to yours are way off the mark. Are we having a change of heart, my dear? Should I drive over there and stop you?”

“Why would you stop me?”

“Excuse me? What do you mean, why would I?” He gasps. 

If he had the heart for it, he could really become an actor. 

“I don’t have to remind you of the last time you were in that town, ___. I mean, I wasn’t there but drunk you gave me the lowdown too many times and I am committed to making sure you don’t get your heart broken again. He clearly still has an effect on you.”

“Insofar as reminding me that my dreams are valid and that I’m important and cared for? Yes, Yoongi still affects me very much,” you counter. “And I don’t see that as a problem.”

“The fact that he’s your ex and that you loved him greatly isn’t a problem?” He gasps again. “In what world is that not a problem? Please enlighten me.”

“In a world where I understand why we had to break up and where he’s moved on and so have I and we’re adults who can clearly move on from things and talk about our past like mature, non-horny individuals,” you recite in one breath. “It exists, you know?”

“Okay, I’m going to ignore the opposite of your implication of adding non-horny because that means there’s a possibility of horny,” Jimin groans. “You’re an adult, I don’t need to tell you shit but please, please be careful. I know you.”

“What does that mean!” You frown.

“It means I know your brain has to constantly make justifications for every action you make and once it does, you hold onto it,” he replies. “Why you continue to see him is obviously based on some reason you have that may be justifiable and that’s just gonna push you to keep seeing him. And seeing him. Until who knows what’ll happen?”

“I’m actually not thinking of what happens after because I’m here just for the next 4 weeks,” you reason. “I’m here temporarily, just waiting to spend enough time with family so I’d stop feeling guilty about never visiting, and preparing myself for the next project that’ll come around. My brain doesn’t have the capacity to think of what will happen after here. There’s no here for me anymore.”

“Okay, whatever makes you sleep at night.”

“It does,” immediately catching yourself in a lie. You just aren’t in the right emotional space to question yourself. “Anyway, how are you? Are you enjoying your vacation?”

“Yes,” he smiles. “Busan was great and I ate a lot of food. I passed by the agency today, though.”

“Why?” You pout. “I clearly said, no work for you this entire 2 months!”

“I just sorted through your mail,” he answers. “My brother and I are in Seoul for a day before we fly to Hong Kong tomorrow and thought to just go through them so I won’t have to deal with 2 months’ worth when I get back.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Anything interesting?”

“Usual letters and stuffed toys. There are some packages, too. I had security scan them and they’re all fine. You got roses as well. Most of them have withered, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” you say. “Just roses?”

“Just roses,” he answers. “Were you expecting daisies? Didn’t you get them at the start of the series?”

The daisies, of course. You used to have them in your backyard in your old house and your mom would pluck one and put it on her ear and then one on yours. 

They’re so simple, though; you suppose no one knows it’s your favorite and you like it that way. You received a bouquet during your first ever movie premiere a few years ago, with just your name and nothing else. Daisies are often just supporting flowers to the bigger, brighter, and more beautiful ones, but somehow that makes them even more beautiful in your eyes. You never knew who it was from but the flowers come, every premiere, with no fail.

“Just wondered if they’re thinking of me and wanted to drop by some flowers,” you shrug. “I’ll go through the letters first thing when I get back.”

“Don’t want me to filter them?” He wonders.

“No need. I’ll be fine.”

You drop the call and plop back on your bed. It’s the second night of your 4-day stay at a little villa resort in the mountains with your family. It’s to celebrate your father and stepmom’s 10th anniversary and one of the reasons why you came home. They both asked for meals together and tonight, a renewal ceremony. Your sisters planned it out for them to have speaking roles, leaving you out, which you don’t really mind. 

They look like a close family, you think to yourself as you recall the past 2 days. Your stepmom talks to your sisters like her own daughters, and despite the resentment you have towards them because of their resentment towards you, you’re at least satisfied that they got to experience having a mother again. You know your mom took that away from them; she took it away from you, too, but you never held a grudge even though it hurt. 

Not everyone will understand and people will take things differently but seeing her achieve her dream as a ballet dancer and director of a prestigious company abroad pushed you to work towards your dream, too. And it’s not like she stopped trying. The rest of your family didn’t want her to be part of their lives anymore and resisted any attempts at still maintaining anything close to a relationship. 

Not you, though, as you remained in contact. You spent a summer break with her during your first year of university when she sent you to Paris for a month; she even let you take acting classes there while she worked. She’d visit Seoul and stay with you. You talk to each other regularly. You tell her about your projects and everything in between. You bond over your dreams and love for each other, and your heart will always be with her. Seeing your sisters get that love with someone else doesn’t hurt you as much. You’re glad they could at least feel that with another person.

Tonight might make you feel a little out of place but you’re ready for it. You dress up and walk to the garden and admire how beautiful it looks. Your father and stepmom look great, too, and you do your best to feel like you belong here, even if a big part of you knows that you don’t.

A place doesn’t always become foreign when you’ve been away for a while; it’s the people who make you feel like you’re not from there, like you’re not welcome. And even with just your sisters, they’re both enough to make you feel like this is no longer the place for you; they’re no longer the place for you.

You spend most of your time with your grandparents who thank you for the flowers that come every few days. The vases are wonderful, they say, and you make a mental note to ask Yoongi to let you know if new ones come in. 

You retire when they do, saying you’ll have an early morning trek to the mountain to watch the sunrise. Your father hugs you goodnight and thanks you for coming, and something in his eyes says he wants to say more, but he lets you go instead. 

The cool breeze makes you fall asleep easily, and it’s the next day before you know it. 

You savor the time alone of climbing the mountain. You’re with a local guide who follows your pace and tells you bits of information about the surroundings. Three hours later, you’re back in the resort to have breakfast with your family and swim in the pool, to your nieces’ request. You go to a temple in the afternoon and choose to lounge in one of the gardens on your own. You video call with Taehyung who’s on a trip as well, and wait until dinner with your family again.

Everyone chooses to go back to their rooms early, until your father knocks on your door and asks himself in.

You haven’t been alone with him for a long time. You were always the mommy’s girl, clinging to her like a koala; even when she left, you hung onto her like a lifeline. That was the difference, you thought. She was thousands of miles away but she always checked in, always asked how people were treating you, and flew to see you when she could. You remember how she was at your doorstep a week after you left Daegu for good. The distance and the heartbreak didn’t stop her from loving you. And so many times you wish that your father did.

“Is the place alright? Are you comfortable?” He asks as he sits on the chair, looking a little nervous.

“Yeah, it’s all nice and clean,” you respond. “The bed’s not too soft, which is good. Food is delicious, too.”

“Are… are you having fun?”

“Yeah. It’s a nice place. There’s lots to do,” you smile, finding yourself wanting to make him feel at ease for the first time. He’s been looking well and happy but always seems to have a sad look whenever he looks at you. “Congratulations again, father. I’m happy for both of you, and I mean it.”

His tears are immediate and you quickly walk up to him. “Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah, I just…” he takes a hold of your hand on his shoulder, caressing it before he leans his head on it. “I’m just really happy you’re here. And I just wanted to say I’m sorry. It’s long overdue, I know. But I’m so sorry. I stopped checking in, I never protected you from your sisters, I let their anger and your pain fester. You stopped feeling loved at home to the point that you left, for good. And you didn’t want to come back.”

You’re left speechless and immobile at his words and his actions. You’ve wanted so long to hear them and now, you don’t know how to react or even how to process them. 

“It wasn’t all you, or my sisters,” you manage to respond after some time. You could at least be honest. “I mean, yeah, I was hurt. But I left to fulfill my dreams. I couldn’t go back because I didn’t know if you guys wanted me to. And because I… I had to move on from someone who was here. It was hard either way.”

“Is it that Yoongi guy?” He asks, looking up at you as he wipes his tears. “The college basketball star, wasn’t he? I heard he’s coaching the team now.”

“I suppose I mentioned him at one point,” you say, wondering how your father knew. 

It’s not like you wanted to keep your relationship a secret but it’s just not something you actually told him. Yoongi felt like home, and he wasn’t someone you wanted to share with the people who stopped feeling like home to you.

“You never did, actually,” your father says. “You’d sneak in at night when you were here for the summer. You… you were often out late and I’d be worried so I’d wait until you got back.”

“You knew that?” You gasp. “I… well, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. And I thought I was being quiet. Thanks for not getting mad, I guess.”

“It’s okay. You always had a smile on your face when you’d tiptoe back inside,” he chuckles, the memory somehow keeping him from crying more. “There was a spring in your step every time. I couldn’t get mad, not when he was why you’d stay the entire break. You seemed happy. And that was enough for me.”

You smile, partly for the memories of how you used to feel them; Yoongi made you feel like you belonged here, even when your family didn’t think so. But there’s also the thoughts of your father looking out for you all those years ago and how he was trying, even if you didn’t feel it at that time. 

“I’d come home some weekends,” you say after a while, the information a surprise to him. “Then we broke up. It was hard to come home after.”

“I figured,” he sighs. “I remember that one time you didn’t leave your room. I was gonna ask to go in but I heard you crying. You left 2 days after and that was the last time you were here. I wish I’d seen you more, you know?” He says, his sad eyes falling.

“Maybe if I was brave enough, I would’ve gone down there to make sure you were okay. I always planned on calling but I was so scared, I guess. And that’s stupid, right?” He continues as he cries again. “What kind of father gets scared to comfort his own child? But I was. I was a coward. I always was. And I have so many regrets - not working it out with your mom, not protecting you girls from the fallout, letting you go on thinking that I didn’t love you. I—”

His cries disrupt him, and he lets go of your hand to cover his face and control himself. You don’t know how to comfort him. Your own heart is breaking from his apology that you’ve been wanting but aren’t ready for. 

“It’s okay,” you try. “Whatever you were going through, I’m sure it was really difficult, too. It’s hard to be there for someone when we’re suffering ourselves.”

“But you’re my child. You’re my youngest daughter. I’m supposed to be there for you,” he insists. “I’ll always regret that I left you on your own, that I let you deal with a lot of things on your own.”

“But I wasn’t,” you say. “I… I had mom. She was far away but she was there. We’d talk all the time and she’d visit.”

The look your father gives you is one of relief and acceptance. You knew that despite everything, he didn’t resent her. He tried his hardest with her but once they stopped being happy together, he knew he couldn’t force her to stay nor leverage your family and hurt all of you even more in the process. But he’ll never blame her for the fallout or what has become of you and your sisters. 

“Do you still keep in touch with her?”

“I do,” you smile. “She calls every month but we text regularly. I’ve gone to see her in Paris a few times.”

“Is she doing well?” He asks. 

“Yes. Her students love her. Their shows are always sold out,” you say proudly. “She’ll be perpetually sorry for leaving but she’s happy and she deserves that, too. She wishes you well, and she’s glad that you’re with someone who loves you.”

“Good,” he cries again, no longer wiping them as they continue to fall. “That’s really good.”

He doesn’t say any more, but seeing that tinge of joy in his eyes tells you that she’ll always be the first person he loved and that he made a family with her, and broken it may be, it’s still a family he loves with his whole heart.

“I’m sorry for breaking down to you like this,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know if it was the right time but I just… I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

“I’m here for another month, as you asked me to,” you remind him. “But thank you. And I’m sorry, too. I’ve also moved on from Yoongi. I’ve seen him a few times and I managed so I’m okay. I can’t promise when I’ll be back but it won’t take me another 6 years.”

“That sounds great,” he sighs in relief. “That sounds really great.”

You both stand up and hug again, but he holds you a little tighter. He whispers he loves you and that he’s proud of you, and then leaves. It’s right when the door closes that you break into a quiet sob. 

There are so many emotions that you can’t handle on your own. And for tonight, you don’t want to be going through this by yourself. So you pick up your phone and message the only person you can think of.

[To: Yoongi] Hi, are you awake?

[From: Yoongi] Ya, just watching some games. Why?

[To: Yoongi] Just need someone to talk with.

You’re surprised when the phone rings and it’s Yoongi on the other end. 

“Hey,” he says when you pick up. “What’s going on?”

“Why did you call? I sound terrible!” You groan.

“You do,” he replies. “You’ve been crying. You have that family thing, right? Where are you right now?”

“At the resort.”

“I mean, what’s the address?”

“Why do you need it?” You question.

“Because I’m gonna drive to you.”

“Yoongi, I’m 45 minutes away and it’s 10PM.”

“And I’ve driven us to Gyeongju and Andong at this time before,” he reasons.

That, he’s done. You were in your 20s and spent summers driving around. He was never the type to be out at such late hours but he did it for you. Yoongi always does things for you, you sigh to yourself. 

“I’ll send it to you,” you say, and drop the call.

You text him the address and instruct him to message you when he’s outside the main building. You take the time waiting to calm yourself down and make sense of what you feel and before you know it, Yoongi tells you that he’s there.

You enter the passenger seat, eyes dry and hands no longer shaking, and he drives. It only takes you 5 minutes to get to a field by the road, with the moon and stars shining brightly. You exit first and walk towards the front of the car to lean on the hood. It’s chilly outside and when Yoongi follows you, he pulls a thick jacket over your shoulders.

His eyes level with you, trying to sense what you’re feeling or what happened, and you speak before he could ask.

“My father… he, uh, he apologized to me,” you finally say. “He said sorry for everything, and I…” you cry out. “I just need to… I just—”

Yoongi envelopes you in a hug as you struggle to find the words, and you immediately fall into his warmth as you bury your face in his chest. It cushions your sobs and he just holds you, loose enough for you to breathe but tight enough to let you know that you can keep going, that he’s there, and that tonight, you can express all your emotions as much as you want. 

You don’t know how long you stay like this. He’s steady and consistent with his grip and his caresses on your back, and it’s that comfort that you knew you needed. 

You’ve been wanting that apology from your father even with your acceptance that things won’t ever be truly okay with the both of you. Hearing his own pain and regrets tonight made you realize just how much you needed that, and that at the end of the day, you just wanted to know that he was looking out for you all those years, that he was thinking about you and that he loved you. No matter how flawed the love seemed. You’d take it, you always would. You’d accept love even if the other person didn’t think it was enough. The man holding you right now is proof of that. 

Just like Yoongi, maybe your father didn’t know that. You once thought it would be too late; it usually is with parents who take too long to say what they need to. But not with him, especially as you saw the pain in his eyes earlier. After all's been said and done, he tried. And you can’t fault him for that.

As you try to rein in your emotions, you find yourself calming down. Yoongi’s woody and floral scent helps, so does the gentleness of his touch that's so natural for him. The tears eventually stop falling and you shift in his hold until he lets you go completely. 

You turn towards him and smile. “You didn’t have to drive all the way to see me,” you say, a white lie. You realize at this moment that this is all you need.

“Would I be able to do this if I didn’t?” He asks, as he wipes a lone tear down your cheek with his thumb. “Would my presence on the other end of the phone be enough for you after all that?”

“No, it wouldn’t,” you whisper. 

“I figured,” he smiles. 

It’s soft and sweet like it normally is, like how it normally was whenever he smiled at you. You don’t want to think about the thrumming of your heart at the sight or the fact that this is the closest you two have ever been since you came back. You don’t want to think about how familiar this feels, how his hums and his small giggles as he wipes another tear are sounds you’ve missed so much, how at this moment, as you just experienced something that healed your heart, that this is healing your heart just as much.

You loved this man genuinely and intensely, as your friends have said. And this moment is a reason why - he’ll always know you, he’ll always comfort you, and you know without a doubt that he’ll always care for you. 

It’s nearing 1AM when you get back to the resort. You’d spent almost 2 hours out there. You leaned on his shoulder as you recalled the conversation with your father and continued to process it all. Yoongi helped insofar as asking the right questions and reminding you that your feelings are valid but to not expect that things would be resolved right after. You’re mending your relationship and that would always take time. 

The thrumming of your heart doesn’t really subside, though, even more when he opens the door for you and helps you out the car.

“You’re gonna be okay tonight?” He asks as he stands close to you like he did earlier. 

“Yes,” you manage to say, your eyes trying to stay focused on his eyes and not his lips that are just inches away. “Thank you for coming. I really, really appreciate it.”

“I hope your heart heals, ___. You deserve that more than anyone.”

You nod in response and are unable to stop yourself from hugging him again. It’s different this time as you don’t have your sobs to distract you. It’s just you and him and warm breaths and years of history in between. It’s raw and tight and holds so many things unsaid that neither of you would realize. 

You pull away first before you become possessed to do anything more, and you realize once again just how close you two are, with his nose and eyelashes and soft, thin lips staring back at you.

He bids you goodbye and you walk back to your villa. You lay in bed and keep his jacket close, hoping that his scent and the love he once had for you would stay with you a little while longer.

It’s been 3 days since that night when Yoongi drove almost an hour towards the mountains to see you. You rarely message and since you’ve been back, you’ve never directly told him that you wanted to talk. But you did and he dropped his player development reports the minute he heard you’d been crying. 

He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since then - how you sounded, how your tears seeped through his shirt, how your stained cheek felt against his touch, how your words of need and appreciation pierced through his heart because he realized how badly he wanted to be there for you during the years you were apart. 

He remembers the day he let you walk away and how it broke him from the inside to watch you cry and not be able to do anything about it because he’d been the coward who let you go. He remembers the curve of your lips after a good cry and the shyness in your eyes right after it. The other night, he saw them, and though he was never the affectionate type, he had to stop himself from holding you tighter in the hope that it would help heal your heart a little bit more. 

He just wanted you to be okay, but he also found himself drowning in your warmth, in your scent, in the familiarity of your touch and your need for him. He found himself wanting more - more time, more talks, more of you. 

Yoongi curses at himself at the thought. He realizes it wasn’t just that night; it was every time, especially when you invited him inside your house. The comfort was too familiar, yet it also felt different, as you’re ex-lovers at the end of their twenties who’d gone through so much apart. 

But you find yourselves in the same space again after the heartbreak and the moving on had happened. He wonders what parts of him he’d left in you, and if at any point, you missed all of what you lost, too.

He didn’t expect you to be back here. And when he got over the shock, he didn’t expect to see you as much as he did. And when you’d both had closure over your breakup and the years in between, he didn’t expect he’d want you again. 

All he set out to do was let you know that he turned out okay, to comfort himself in knowing that somehow, what he did brought you to the good place where you deserve to be. But now he finds himself wondering if letting you walk away that first time for you to be back here after all these years is a test, or the universe’s way of mocking him, of making him suffer. Or if it’s another chance.

His thoughts are disrupted when the microwave beeps to signal that the rice has been heated. He takes it out and is about to fry the beef ribs when the doorbell rings, and Yoongi wonders if it’s his brother or dad who decided to pay him a visit.

His eyes widen when he sees you standing outside his door looking a little shy and worried.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “You’re… here.”

“I know, sorry it’s so sudden,” you reply. “I know you hate surprise visits but if you’re busy, I can just—”

He pulls your wrist to both your surprise and he shakes his head. “No, I’m not. I was just about to make dinner. Come in.”

You enter as he steps aside. “Oh, okay. I was in the area since I had my clothes washed and I had your jackets with me.” You take them from your arms and give them to him. “Here. Thank you again.”

“Sure thing,” he hums, placing them on the chair and proceeding to stir fry the meat. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“Not yet. I was gonna pass by somewhere on the way home.”

“Are you okay with beef ribs?”

“Yeah but, you don’t actually have to serve me dinner,” you say. “I mean, I— oh wow, that smells so good.”

He laughs at your wide eyes. “I’ve got enough. It’ll be done soon. You can get some drinks in the fridge.”

You look at him warily before looking around. 

“Feel at home, ___. I mean, you’ve slept on my bed and puked in my toilet.”

“Hey,” you pout. “That was a terrible night that we should not speak of again.”

“Okay, then,” he chuckles.

You grab sodas for both of you. You’re standing close to where he’s cooking and the conversation flows easily.

You talk about lunch with your father yesterday and Yoongi goes on about the player development profiles he’s doing throughout dinner. You’re laughing and rambling and all the while, he looks at you fondly, giggling with you and teasing when he’s able. 

There’s so much of you he remembers, you think. It’s odd to recall your whirlwind summer romance 8 years ago and how that became the only love you’ve ever known. You kissed before any introductions, fell for each other after just a few weeks, and even if you lived in different cities and only saw each other twice a month unless it was school break, Yoongi remembers many things - what cracks you up, what makes you pout, what makes you wonder, and what makes you shut up. He still knows how to make you smile more than anything, and this is the comfort and familiarity that you’ve been looking for, even if you know you shouldn’t.

But ever since the night he drove to see you, all you’ve done the past days is think about him and all the ways you screwed up by thinking you could actually be okay with remaining just exes with your ex. Because right now, so much of you wonders about him, why he moved on so quickly, what moments of his life he wants to change, if at any point in the last 6 years, he wished that he asked you to stay, or if he’d ever considered driving to Seoul after he got back on his feet to see if you two could work it out again.

They’re a mess of thoughts, especially as you remember all your friends’ warnings. You’re stubborn that way. But barring all those, nothing feels more right than being with him tonight.

You fight over doing the dishes, and he claims that he knows you never liked it. You pout at him as he starts washing, but you walk next to him and wipe as he finishes.

“You’re not in a hurry home?” He asks.

“No,” you reply. “Why? Want me to stay longer?”

It’s a tease but you’re never prepared when he answers bluntly.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay,” you smile, walking towards his couch. 

“It’s soft, isn’t it?” He sits next to your comfortable form. “Didn’t exactly plan on using it as a bed but a couple of drunks took over my room so it’s a good thing this was comfy.”

“Hey! I just asked you not to speak about it!”

“I’m teasing. It’s fun.”

“For you, clearly,” you pout again. 

Yoongi just chuckles as he surfs the TV for something nice to watch when he chances upon a talk show’s segment of your series’ cast.

“Oh yeah, this one’s tonight,” he says, oblivious to your questioning face. He keeps it on the channel with his eyes just on the screen. “Jin’s such a good actor, isn’t he? Are you two… uh…”

“Dating?” You finish. “Are you updated with the rumors?”

“They show up on my feed,” he shrugs. 

“Well, we aren’t. We never did and we never will.”

“You can’t be too sure about that,” he says dryly. 

“Tae always said you used to be jealous of Jin,” you tease, finding the earlier candid conversations to have prepared you and made you bold over topics like this.

“I was. The guy’s handsome and talented and kind. He seemed good.”

���He still is, but Jin and I are just good friends. There’s nothing there,” you insist.

“Is there something with someone?” He asks boldly. 

“No,” you hum. “Not right now. It’s been a while, really. The last guy was almost a year ago.”

“Seokmin, was it?”

“You follow entertainment accounts, don’t you?” You chuckle, trying to make sense of what you feel at the thought that Yoongi’s aware of him, and probably about the other guys, too. 

“The news was on my feed. I mean, it’s you and I read them because I just wanted to know how you were doing, if the guy was treating you right. It was the only way to know, I guess. Even if, yeah, they could be mostly just rumors.”

“You could’ve asked Jungkook and Namjoon, you know? That’s… that’s how I knew,” you trail, finding it more difficult than he seems to be when bringing up exes.

“Knew… about A-reum?” He turns to you.

“Yeah. I… I’d ask them how you were especially after I left,” you explain. “It was hard but you were in a tough place and I just had to know that you were recovering and being kind to yourself. A year later, they told me you were seeing someone. They said she was nice. It was, uh, it was good that you found someone, Yoongi.”

“Was it? For you, I mean.”

“I remember thinking that you moved on quickly,” you admit, avoiding his eyes so as not to cry as you recall those times. “But I just tried to comfort myself then, thinking that you at least had someone you could see everyday, who could be there for you anytime you needed them. And well, you and I had a whirlwind romance. It was all so fast only for us to see each other a handful of times a year until we had to make decisions that eventually hurt us. Was she good to you?”

“She was,” he hums. “I didn’t deserve her.”

“Anyone good deserves you, Yoongi,” you nudge his knee, as you both find yourselves sitting face to face. 

“She reminded me so much of you,” he says after a while, leaving your heart a mess. “I was in a tough place and she was busking on the street and there was this fire in her eyes. I saw her there often and would listen for some time and one day, she just walked up to me. She was straightforward, you know? Said she was interested and we had coffee then hit it off. She had big dreams of making it in the music industry and the way she talked about it was so pure. I guess I needed it then,” he recalls. “She helped me with laughing and smiling again. And I needed that, too. But after the dark clouds disappeared and I was a decent human being like before, I realized that what made it feel easy to be with her and be okay again was because she was like you.”

Yoongi manages to look you in the eyes as he says the words, leaving your heart stopping for a good few seconds. The honesty is overwhelming, even more that it’s about you. 

“Her laugh, the way she smiled, the way she was always reaching for my hand and wanting me close… they weren’t the same but they reminded me so much of how you got me to be myself,” he continues. “It didn’t feel right. I had to be honest and it broke her heart and that was another thing, I guess. I seem to only be doing that to people I let in.”

He looks at you and the way you’re unable to say anything. It’s too much, he thinks, but he couldn’t let you go on thinking that he moved on so quickly from you when it took him years; the only girlfriend he ever had since then was someone who reminded him so much of you. He never hated himself more after realizing it, especially when at the end of that relationship, he kept thinking about the possibility of working it out with you. 

But your career was taking off. It had been 3 years since you left; you had a boyfriend, too. Yoongi felt like he was just gonna mess everything up after he made that decision to end things and he didn’t think he deserved you again. 

“I’m sorry you thought I moved on that fast and if that implied that I didn’t value us enough,” he adds. “I was holding on to whatever I could after I let you go. It took a long time to get over you.”

You take a deep breath as you stop the tears from falling. Bold as you were, you definitely weren’t ready for this kind of honesty. But you wonder, too - what difference would it have made had you thought differently about him moving on? You wanted to quickly get over him because you thought he did it first, only to learn that it took him a long time to. You hate that you want him to hold you this time.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he laughs, seeing you a little distressed at not knowing what to say. “I’ve never told this to anyone and I don’t know, I’m probably a worse person for telling you.”

You pull his hand that’s about to cover his face, catching him by surprise. 

“You aren’t,” you assure him. “That’s all in the past now, Yoongi. She was still a part of your life during those years; nothing can take that from both of you.”

“I know,” he smiles. “She stayed in Daegu and became part of a local band. I don’t watch their shows but I heard she’s doing okay with her fiancé. So it’s all good.”

“Have you been with anyone since then?”

“Not really,” he answers. “I went on a few dates. The guys would always try to set me up but no one really stuck. I thought maybe I should just wait around to see what happens, or who comes back.”

You don’t notice that you’re still holding his hand until he uses it to tug you, not realizing you’ve spaced out a little. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you smile, still trying to process his words. “I wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.”

Yoongi nods then stands up to get you another bottle of juice. It’s a good reprieve after all this information, and a good break from your overwhelming emotions. 

Suddenly feeling a little too hot, you try to tie your hair, only to realize that you’ve forgotten your hair tie back at home. You hold up the strands as you look for one in your pockets when Yoongi hands you his own. 

“Thanks,” you say after taking it, reminding you of a few days ago when he’d tied your hair while you were puking your guts out. “You’re always ready with this, huh?”

“You'd always lose or break yours. I always wore 2 on my wrist and it just became a habit,” he shrugs, sitting on the couch again.

The rest of the world starts to blur all at once, with Yoongi as the only clarity that you see. He sits there facing you, his arm resting on the headrest as his eyes focus on your face. The casual way he says things - wanting to know if you’re being treated right, falling for someone who reminded him of you, wearing hair ties on his wrist as a habit… it’s like you left but his heart stayed. It’s like the distance existed but he still wanted you close, somehow, some way. It’s like he had to let go but maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe he’s hoping he won’t have to do it again.

He’s everything you remember him as. You don’t miss the fact that much of what you two have done since you got back mirrors 8 years ago, when you first found out what love felt like. You remember the thrill of it, your heart racing with every touch and every kiss. You remember the gentleness more than anything, like that cool breeze when you run on the field and someone’s running next to you; it’s like laying on a mat over the grass as you listen to the birds chirp and feel the butterfly softly land on your knee. 

Yoongi was your haven those 2 summers. You found yourself coming back every time because he pulls you here, to wherever he is, because you always felt like where he was is where you’ll always belong. And even when your hearts had to break back then, he’ll always pull you back. Because he’s the four walls of your home and the endless streets of the world outside. 

You feel his rough hand on top of your knee, nudging you a little and asking again if you’re okay. Your eyes follow his movement and you take his hand in yours, recalling how you always searched for it. It’s an athlete's hand, he always said. It’s a woodworker’s hand now, too, rough and a little dry, but as you place it on your cheek and you sigh in relief, you know the warmth is the same. He cups your face and the comfort hasn’t gone away, too. 

You sink into it, close your eyes, and smile. 

“I miss this so much,” you whisper. “I miss you so much.”

His thumb glides across your skin and you hum in response, remembering post-cries and post-kisses when he’d do this. 

Moving closer to you, Yoongi gently kisses your forehead as he says, “I miss you, too. More than I’ll be able to express.”

Feeling his breath across your face, you open your eyes. Your heart thinks before you could stop it, and your lips meet his. Soft, just like you remember. 

As you start to wonder if you made a mistake and perhaps did this so carelessly without knowing if he wanted to kiss you, too, you feel his lips move against yours, taking you deeper, holding you longer. 

The sigh you emit is more than relief that he wants this like you; it screams of the kind of joy of being able to feel the familiar affection that he never deprived you of. Yoongi may not always hold your hand or pull you in first, but he returned each of your kisses and spoiled you with it. It was his good morning and his goodnight; his you look great and I can’t wait to spend the whole day with you; it was how he comforted you after you cried and made you forget about things that bothered you; it was his I miss you, I’ll see you again, and I love you.

You don’t know what this is saying, but it doesn’t matter. It feels like all those things but also something new. 

I’m sorry. It’s been so long. I feel whole again. I want you back in my life.

They’re what they mean to you. You could only hope he feels the same way again. 

He pulls away slightly to peck your lips and brush his nose against yours. 

“All this over a hair tie?” He teases.

You giggle before kissing his lips and sit back, your hand immediately searching for his.

“You didn’t forget about me. All these years,” you answer. 

“I couldn’t even if I tried,” he says. “And well, I tried. It was hard to forget who I was when I was with you. You’re also a celebrity so you were everywhere.”

You both laugh at his statement. “I’m not famous enough to be everywhere.”

“You were to me. Maybe it’s because I kept looking for you somewhere without realizing it,” he sighs. “You were in this town even if you didn’t feel like you belonged here. You were in all corners of the shop, and in every nook and cranny of my being. I… I didn’t realize it until now. Until we kissed again.”

The way your whole body warms is immediate. You want all of him right now, and you have the entire evening for it.

“So,” you start, lifting yourself off the couch. “Can we do it, over and over again?” 

You move to straddle him and his eyes, burning with desire, follows your every move. He holds you steady by the waist before he meets your lips once more, both hands cupping your face now, and he hums as he crashes against your mouth. 

It’s heady and emotional, especially as he holds the kiss before his tongue slides through to entangle with yours. You moan against him, as if you can’t believe you’re tasting him again after so long. And you’ve missed this, missed how he seemed to say so many things with every movement, how he always started by caressing your face as a gentle act before he goes a bit rougher, missed how he’d give you room to breathe by trailing down your neck and making himself a home there.

You moan once you feel his tongue trace patterns on your jaw. His open mouth kisses let him lick and suck as he pleases, and you’re left with an overwhelming feeling of desire, causing you to thrust against him. He just holds you steady and takes your mouth again. It’s messy and deep; everything starts to get hazy. But he knows you like getting lost in his kisses and in his touch; he knows you like surrendering yourself to him like this. 

He trails down your neck and does the same. You start to become shameless with your moans and you crave that friction; you want more of his touch, his mouth all over you; you want to feel him everywhere.

“Yoongi, I’m wet,” you heave out, your head lolling back as he starts to kiss your chest, feeling the shivers underneath the thin material of your dress.

He stops and meets your eyes. “Go. I'm doing you on my bed.”

You immediately remove yourself from him and start to walk towards his bedroom, feeling as if the short distance is still too short.

It is for him, as you feel him grab you by the waist and pull you against him. He kisses your neck again, softer this time, earning him giggles from you.

“Someone’s excited,” you tease. 

“I am,” he hums, sucking that sensitive part of you. “I… I didn’t think I’d be able to touch you again.”

You feel him stop for a while and you don’t want anything to hold both of you back, at least for tonight. You’re overcome with so much want and need that whatever comes after doesn’t concern you at this point. After everything you learned from him, and about yourself in terms of what you still feel, you just want him, all of him. Right now. 

“That’s what I want you to do,” you say, guiding his hand down your clothed cunt to let him feel what he’s doing to you. 

The way he curses sends shivers down your spine. 

“Don’t think, just feel, okay?” He whispers in your ear as he presses against you. It’s something he’d always say when the desire is extremely high, usually the first time being together after not seeing each other for weeks. “Just feel everything for me.”

“Okay,” you mumble, releasing all inhibitions and just feeling, like he asked. 

He turns you to face him and hungrily kisses you again while his hands cup your clothed breast. You tug at his shirt and pull it up until he’s removing it himself, his taut chest surprising you, given all the muscle he’s gained and is hiding underneath his loose clothes. 

“Fuck, you look amazing,” you smirk. 

“You, too,” he smirks back, pulling up your dress to rid you of your clothes as well.

He curses again as he gazes at your body, even more when you remove your bra and sit on the edge of the bed, looking a little shy as you don’t meet his eyes. 

He shifts your chin to look at him, and with a soft look, he kisses you tenderly. “You’re so beautiful, jagi.”

Your heart races at the term of endearment, something he used to call you all the time. Hearing it again reminds you of the home you built with him all those years ago, and that nothing much has changed.

You drown in his kiss, in his scent, in his gentleness, and in his touch, as his hands start to explore your bare body, guiding you to lie down. His mouth traces you all over - down your breasts to your torso, to your hips then your thighs as he pulls down your last piece of clothing. He gives no other warning, licking up your slit immediately and you know he feels you shudder. 

He hums as he hears your restrained sounds, but he goes slow, intentional; he's not in any hurry to devour you or leave you breathless right away. He wants to savor your taste and he wants you to feel every bit of it, wants to build you up slowly. You always liked it that way. Sure, there were quickies in his car, nights when he took you right at his door, and days when you couldn’t get your hands off each other after being apart for weeks. But more than feeling his desire, he knows you like feeling his care and his careful way of showing you that. 

You moan his name and your curses. You thrust against his skillful mouth. You pull on his mop of long hair. You feel the intensity build up steadily and you like this pace; you like this state of haze as your body is forced to feel everything. And once the erratic beat of your heart becomes too much, you voice it out.

“Yoongi, want you. Please.”

He replaces his mouth with his fingers as he stands up and watches your half-lidded eyes and parted mouth and the way your chest heaves in pleasure. His thumb fiddles your nub as your body moves in unison and he can’t help but cup his clothed length for that bit of friction at the sight of you. 

Years later, you still affect each other this way. There are small changes, like the swell of your breasts, but every mark and every dot just adds to the perfection of your body. 

Yearning for him, you sit up and capture his lips in a kiss, one that he easily gets lost in. You replace his hand on his cock with yours as you rub him gently, excitement coursing through you, knowing he’s aching for you just as much. 

“Missed this, too,” you mumble. 

He grunts, takes your hand, and sneaks it in between your legs. Guiding your fingers to your lips, he instructs you to pleasure yourself as he removes his trousers.

“That’s good, jagi,” he hums, taking the condom from his nightstand drawer and putting it on himself. 

He kisses you once more as he lays you on your back, slowly slotting his aching dick between your lips and rubbing it gently. He pushes in and your joint moan is immediate. He feels so good, stretching you out and gliding against every inch of your velvet walls.

“So good,” you pant in between breaths. “Keep going, baby.”

Yoongi pushes and you meet his every thrust, your arms curling around his neck as you take every bit of him. You let him hear your moans and strangled cries. You drag every praise against his ear to let him know how good you feel. You suck his skin to add to his own pleasure. 

It’s steady, hypnotizing, and everything you’ve been missing. His groans tell you enough, and it’s not long after when you start to feel that tightness, escalating quickly. He picks this up as you start to keen and your back arches, and his expert fingers find your throbbing nub to aid in your orgasm. 

You come quietly, as if the wind is knocked out of you and you’re unable to speak. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high but you know it’s not over yet. You want him to feel that pleasure, too, so you tell him to use you, that it’s okay, that you want him to feel good.

He nods and shifts. He takes your hand to rest over your head and he kisses you deeply while he thrusts hard. His hair tickles your face and you take advantage of your other free hand to cup his cheek this time and direct him for better angles so you can taste more of each other, your tongues dancing a practiced routine. 

It’s when he buries his head on your neck that you know he’s close, so you aggressively meet his thrusts, earning you a restrained growl before he’s coming, his thick seed filling up the latex, and his warm breath fanning your skin.

He looks at you softly before getting on his feet, disappearing into the bathroom then quickly returning with a warm towel to wipe you off. You ask him to stay next to you and your head lays on his bare chest. You take in his scent again, the smoothness of his chest, and the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You doze off soon enough, but his soft lips against yours is the last thing you feel.

Sleep has been your friend since you’ve been back. For the most part, at least, as you’re easily able to fall into slumber and not wake up until the next day. It’s a stark difference to your unusual sleeping hours back in Seoul, a usual occurrence while working on a project. You tend to wake up in the middle of the night, and that’s something you took with you tonight.

Your eyes flutter open. Your head still lays on Yoongi’s chest. His one arm is still around your shoulder and the other is over your hand, the one that’s resting on his torso. You haven’t moved since falling asleep after that high, and you’re about to wonder why the sun isn’t up yet when you catch a glimpse of the analog clock and see that it’s only 2:30AM. 

You didn’t expect last night to happen but you also don’t know how much longer you would’ve lasted without craving - and actually claiming - his touch. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you just went for it - kissed him and made love to him, without thinking of the consequences of what comes after. 

He asked you to just feel, not think, and you realize that when it came to you, that’s how Yoongi lived his life. Everything else he thinks about. With you, he just feels. With you, he opens up and he lets himself be vulnerable. You know how it ended the last time, and you’re afraid that not much has changed on that end, too. 

You don’t know if you should be here. The longer you remain in his hold, the deeper you fall, the more you start wanting it again, and the closer to another heartbreak you might be. 

Yoongi is a deep sleeper, and you figure that releasing yourself from his hold won’t be a problem. So you do, slowly lifting yourself off the bed and tiptoeing around the room. You find your dress and put it on, ready to sneak out of his apartment.

But you take one last look. A mistake, really, because you immediately question yourself why you’re leaving, but staying the night also makes you question why you are. He shifts a little and you’re too indecisive to move. 

He slowly opens his eyes and finds you clothed, your eyes darting to the door as you discern what to do.  But he speaks, with no hint of disappointment or surprise in his voice.

“Do you regret it?” He asks. 

“No,” you answer, and you mean it. 

“Then why are you leaving?” 

Now, you pick up the sadness in his words. 

“I don’t know what this would mean for us, Yoongi. Or what it would mean for you,” you admit. 

He sits up and faces you, and it’s his invitation for you to stay with him for a while, to talk if you want. 

You sit on the edge of the bed next to him, knowing that talking is how you’re gonna be able to work things out. You know if you went to your house, you’d just regret leaving, and you wouldn’t know how you’d face him the next time. 

“I’ve been holed up in my apartment since the night I drove to you,” he starts. “I figured if I went out, maybe stayed at the shop or went out with the guys, I’d see you. And I was scared to, not when I hadn't stopped thinking about wanting to kiss you back then.”

You didn’t imagine that moment, you think to yourself. It wasn’t just you. And last night wasn’t just lust taking over him. 

“But you’d been crying and it didn’t feel right. And I just… let it pass, tried to convince myself that maybe I wasn’t meant to kiss you, you know? Because I’ve moved on from you and it shouldn’t be this hard to resist you “ he adds. 

“I wanted to believe that all the years I tried to not regret letting you go, that I tried to not resent myself for being so weak, that I tried to put my life together without you would all be worth it. And it was because you’re doing so well now,” he smiles sadly. “You’re living your dream and I’m not a part of it and I was never meant to be. But that doesn’t mean that coming back into my life like you did the first time isn’t gonna knock me off this made up reality I have where I stopped loving you. Because I don’t think I really did. Or maybe, but if so, why is wanting you so easy? Why has every single time we’ve been together given me so much happiness?”

“I had a plan of just saying hi and goodbye to you,” you start, wiping away the tears that have fallen. “Tae said it was a denial plan and it was. Deep down I knew that if I spent time with you again, I’d want this just like before. And I don’t know if I should, if I still could. Because for years I had to accept that you moved on right away, that you moved on first. I left you and—”

“Because I told you to.”

“Because I wanted to,” you cry. “Because my dream was out there but it was also here, with you. And I chose to be without you.”

“I chose that, too. And I’ll always stand by it but I’ll also always wish that I was good enough to love you right back then.”

The silence is marred by your sniffles and his restrained cries. You can tell because of his glassy eyes. Yoongi rarely cries, so seeing him now lets you know that he’s feeling a lot of emotions that he might not also know how to fully express. 

You scoot closer and place your hand over his. 

“We clearly still can’t resist each other,” you giggle now. “I come back home for the first time in years and fall into my own trap of pretending that you don’t affect me the same way. Because you still do.”

“It’s the long hair, isn’t it?” He teasingly smiles.

“It’s part of it,” you say, chuckling as he combs it back with his fingers. “But it’s also all this - the comfort and the honesty and the wisdom and the care. We had 2 years but they were amazing years, Yoongi. I was the happiest when I was with you.”

“Me, too,” he nods. “And I don’t know, maybe we could try again. Maybe we could just let things flow and see where it takes us. You’re here for just another month and maybe we can work something out. Maybe we’ll realize it’s too much but we could at least talk about it. But I don’t think I’ll be able to see you again and not want to have you in any other way, at least for the time that you’re here.”

“I’ll probably lose my shit if I don’t get to kiss you again. At least for the time I’m here,” you laugh. “But you’re right. We can see where things go. Talk things out. I just want this, the right now. With you.”

“Okay,” he smiles, cupping your cheek again for a soft kiss. “So, uh, I believe you were naked before you attempted to leave.”

You playfully roll your eyes as you strip off your clothes and climb into bed with him. You talk a little more, laugh and kiss in between, and you make love before you fall asleep.

You sleep in the next morning. Yoongi drags himself off the bed to cook lunch and you follow him, watching dreamily as he makes noodles from scratch. You let him work in the afternoon while you cling to him on the couch. Whether it’s your head on his shoulder, your legs on his lap, or you curled up next to him, he doesn’t budge. He just caresses whatever body part of yours he can and indulges your kiss requests every few minutes.

It’s later that evening after he cooked roasted pork for dinner that you sit on his lap, letting him feed you like the baby that you are.

With your arms around his neck, you smile at him. “I like this. And I like you, very much.”

“Hmm, I’m glad that you do,” he hums as he feeds you another bite.

“This may be too soon, but I might love you, too.”

Yoongi breaks into a smile. It’s the giddy one, the one where he’s caught by surprise and he just can’t help it. You look at him with a glimmer in your eyes. It’s this home again, the one where you belong. It’s what you wanted then and maybe your dream came first but you’ll always want this. You realize today that you always will.

The way he looks at you says he does, just as much.

“I love you, too, jagi.”

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❝ Give me you ❞ - jk oneshot [18+]

listen to 'filter' while you read this <33

summary: you join your crush and your friends to go the club one night. you were unsure at first, but you deserve this night, since you've been studying so hard. the night goes better than expected.

pairing: f reader x jungkook

warnings: alcohol, finger!ng, some spanking, oral (f receiving), penetrat!on, cussing, mature language, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), overstimmulation, multiple orgasms, jungkook is allegedly a fuckboy, dancing in the club

word count: 3.5k

You threw your backpack onto the couch in your living room. As you're taking off your headphones and coat, you see your phone screen light up.

1 message from Kookie:

"hey you're up for tonight, right?"

Some of your friends had decided to go to the club tonight, and they insisted you come along with them. Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, and of course... Jungkook was going to be there. You'd had a crush on Kookie for the longest time. But you'd never tell him that, though. He's known to be a charmer. He flirts with all the girls, and he's kind of a fuckboy, at least you've heard. But he's a good friend to have around? So you don't mind being with him, as friends, at least.

You take your phone into your hand and wonder if you should really go to the club tonight. With the guys too? Would it be alright? Jungkook's probably going to start chatting up other girls, and do you really want to witness that? Ugh, but you really could use the weekend to take a break from all the studying you'd been doing for your finals.

You reply to his text," Yeah, I'm coming." You weren't going just for Jungkook. This is also for yourself, of course. You needed that break, it was gonna be fine.

1 message from Kookie:

"k, i'll pick you up at 8."

What? Why would he come pick you up? You could just uber. You text him back, "It's all good, I'll uber."

1 message from Kookie:

"jimin's gonna come with me so, we'll pass by your place anyway, no need to waste your money babe"

You read his reply. Babe?. You cringed at the text message. It did unleash some of the butterflies in your stomach, though. Whatever You had to make lunch and you wanted to take a nap, honestly. You were exhausted from your morning classes. You send you a simple "Alright" to jungkook.

-

You woke up from your nap. Stretching and yawning you get our of bed. You look over to the alarm clock on your bedside. It was 7:01 pm. You had to get ready for tonight. You thought about what you wanted to wear for tonight. It was the club, anything would be fine really.

You hop into the shower and of course, you were gonna do your whole routine for tonight. You weren't trying to impress anyone, but what's wrong in feeling your baddest? You put on music on your speaker and start showering. You use your favourite scented body wash and you shave your arms and legs.

-

You get out of the shower and wrap yourself in a soft towel. You start drying your hair. You hear your apartment door being opened and shut. Who the hell just came into your apartment? You put down your hairbrush and tighten your towel. You slowly open the door and peak outside. You see black boots, black pants, and as you open the door further, you see jungkook sitting at your desk. He was in a black leather jacket. He looked so good, and so effortless.

Still slightly behind the bathroom door, you yell, "What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Jungkook!?" You ask shocked. A little startled by you yelling suddenly, he got up from your chair.

"Well you weren't replying or picking up my calls," he said holding up his phone, "and your front door was unlocked too. Are you ready yet?"

You saw on his phone that it was 7:56pm. "You're still 4 minutes early, so no, I'm not ready yet."

"You look pretty ready to me," he slyly said with a slight smile on his beautiful face. His bunny smile was so cute. You clutch your towel tighter. "Well, I'm gonna need you to leave my room, I have to get dressed!"

"What are you gonna wear?" He asked, curiously.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Is it this one?," He said as he picked up the black dress from your bed. It was a black satin dress with a pretty bare back except a few designs. It was a little short, too. He held up the dress in front of you.

"Yes...?" You said.

"Oooh, not gonna lie, it's pretty hot." He said chuckling. "Never imagined you'd be wearing something like this." Ugh, this idiot. You grab a pillow off your bed and chuck it at him.

"Leave my bedroom, you creep," you say as you threw the pillow at him. He drops the dress back on your bed and puts his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I'm going, gosh... so mean," he says as he walks out of your bedroom door. He leaves your bedroom and waits just by the front door. He uses his phone as he waits for you leaning on a table. You close your bedroom door and start getting dressed. You didn't exactly have a lot of time to do your hair now. You quickly do your makeup and decide to just leave your hair down. You apply your lipgloss and smack your lips together. You put on the satin fabric. It hugged your body and it honestly, accentuated your curves.

You put on your favourite perfume and grabbed your small purse. You inspected yourself in the full mirror in front of you. You looked good. Even you had to admit, this wasn't a dress you would normally wear. It stopped at your thighs and the neckline was a little bit low. But it looked stunning on you.

"Y/N, are you ready yet~!?" You hear Jungkook saying from outside your door.

"Yeah, just a sec!" You quickly reply, fixing your hair quickly in the mirror. You put your heels on and open your bedroom door. Jungkook is right in front of you. You almost bump into him as you go to walk out. You're looking straight at his chest in front of you.

"Aw, look at you," he says as his eyes examine you from top to bottom. "Jimin's waiting in the car, c'mon."

-

"What took you both so long, gosh!" Jimin says frustrated, putting his phone down onto his lap.

"It didn't even take that long," Jungkook says, opening the car door for you.

"Sorry Jimin, I was running a bit late," you tell Jimin as you get into the car. Jimin looks at you, jaw dropping on the floor.

"You're excused, Y/N, you look so good," he says as Jungkook get's into the drivers seat. "Awe thanks," You say to Jimin. You buckle your seatbelt up, blushing a little bit. Jungkook clears his throat, more like scoffing, cocking up an eyebrow. You look to Jungkook, and the both of you lock eyes, and he gives you a slight smirk. You quickly look away. Jungkook starts the car and begins to drive.

Jimin starts playing music from his phone. 'Lost in the fire' starts playing in the car. Jimin starts singing to the lyrics of the song. You join in. Both of you are vibing to the catchy music.

-

You join Jungkook and the rest of the guys at bar counter. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi all greet you, telling you how great you look. Jungkook leans back and sips on his drink. Jimin comes over with two cups in his hand, he hands you a glass. You thank him for the drink and start sipping on it.

You were all a couple drinks in at this point. You felt a little bit hot and buzzed. You were still with Jungkook and Jimin and the others were on the dance floor.

"This is my favourite song, c'mon dance with me Y/N," Jimin says. You put down your drink, and look over at him, a little bit surprised. You weren't much of a dancer. You hesitate. "Uhh, I don't think I can-," you say to Jimin. You look over at Jungkook, and he tilts his head, almost giving you permission to dance with Jimin. "Yeah, you should go dance Y/N," he says, backing up Jimin's plead. You're still a little bit reluctant but you finally decide to go. You were here to have fun.

"Alright then," you let Jimin hold your hand and guide you to the dance floor. 'Filter' is playing throughout the club. The neon lights pour over throughout the club. The both of you find an open spot on the spot. Jimin holds onto your waist with your back facing his. You were still a little bit tense.

"It's alright, don't be shy. Just let loose, Y/N," he says, gliding one of his hands to your hand and your fingers entangling together. He begins moving his hips and soon you're also moving to his beat. You sing along to the music, and turn around to Jimin. The both of you dancing close, and singing along. His hands guiding your hips. Your hands are in the air, vibing to the music, and letting loose.

But your hands are brought down. Someone's hands entangling yours. They bring your hands to your side. You feel someone else's hips behind you, also moving with the same rhythm as yours. You glance at Jimin, and Jimin looks behind you, smirking to whoever's behind you.

"Hey Y/N," you knew this voice all too well. It was Jungkook. He was the last person you expected. You thought he'd be in the bathroom somewhere with some girl. His hands still holding yours and his lips meeting your ear. He lightly bites your ear and trails his tongue and lips down the side of your neck. His hands let go of your hand and they rest on your thighs, playing with the hem of your already short dress. He caresses your thighs.

Jungkook's hips grind against your ass. At this point, another girl comes to take Jimin away. "Have fun Y/N," he says smirking and leaving you with Jungkook. You watch Jimin disappear into the crowd with this random girl.

"Shit, why are you so tense, baby?" Jungkook whispers. Him talking so close to your neck sends shivers down your spine. He had never been so bold before. He'd already had many drinks. But you kind of loved this new side of him.

"I'm not! What are you talking about, hmph," you say back, trying to not seem phased by his frisky actions. You didn't want him to think he was getting to you. Confidently, dancing on him, even pushing yourself more onto him. You face him, putting an arm around his neck. His grip on your waist tightens and he brings you closer.

You feel a hard bulge near your stomach. Oh my god. It was his bulge. You almost fell over. He was hard. One of his hands snakes its way to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Fuck. You look up at the man in front of you. "Fuck, it's not my fault that you look so good," Jungkook says looking down at your lips.

"Please, you probably say that to all the girls who are willing to listen to your words," you say to him, chuckling, trying to not seem flustered.

"Huhh~ No I don't!" He scoffs. His words are elongated and dragged out. He leans closer to your neck. He plants kisses and sucks on the same spot of your neck, making sure to leave a mark for the next morning. "You know, I've liked you for so long," he says still buried in your neck. "But you're so busy all the time with your classes, I don't even think you have time for me," he says chuckling against your skin.

The bites on your neck make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "Ah-," a small moan escapes your mouth. The sound only turning Jungkook on more. Your voice was so sweet to him. He breaks away from your neck and he looks into your eyes. Your face is so red. "Wait, I didn't-," before you could finish your sentene, his lips crash onto yours. His hands gripping onto your face.

You could taste the tequila from his lips. The kiss was intoxicating. You didn't realize how much you were craving his lips on yours. Soft moans escape both of your lips into the kiss. The feeling of euphoria taking over the both of you. You glide your hand down his chest and onto the waist of his black jeans, toying with the belt. You let your hand explore further, you could feel his cock through his jeans. You rub his length through the hard denim. Deep groans escape his lips. His hand lifts up your dress up slightly to feel your plump skin. He lightly slaps your ass.

"I wish you weren't wearing any panties right now, damn. I'd fuck you right here, on the dance floor if I could," Jungkook breathes out. "Let me fuck you Y/N, I need to have you," he says, almost begging you. His hand find its way to your clothed entrance. You were so wet. He rubs you through your panties and it makes you feel all sorts of feelings. You wanted him more than ever right now.

"I want you so bad right now," you finally say. His lips crashing back onto yours, and his hands grip your ass tightly.

"I've never seen you like this, Y/N, I love it," Jungkook says as he holds your hand and guides you to the bathroom. As soon as you both enter the bathroom, Jungkook has you pinned against the counter. His lips attack your neck. You tilt your neck to give him more access. His hands work to lift up your dress. As far as you knew, you two were the only ones in the bathroom, but you didn't really care at this point. Jungkook's touch was so potent. It was addictive. The way his hands and his cold rings caressed your skin made you obsessed.

His long, slender fingers move to the hem of your panties. He pulls the thin, lace fabric to the side. His rings send shivers down your back. His lips graze yours, and his eyes lock with yours, as if asking you permission to go further.

"Touch me already Kookie~," you finally say. You needed to feel him, right now. You didn't want him to stop at all. The feeling of ecstasy beginning to wash over you. His thumb presses onto your clit and he begins to rub you. The sensitive spot causing you let our soft moans.

"You're so wet baby, ah," his fingers encircling your clit. He's making you feel so good. The sensation makes it difficult to catch your breath as his fingers continue to work your pussy. You can't stand it, you're already so wet. You want him so bad.

"Fuck me already, please Jungkook," you say between your soft moans.

"Don't worry, I will. I wanna take my time with you Y/N," Jungkook says. His fingers play with your wet slits, and soon he inserts his finger into your wet cunt. Soon, he inserts another digit. He begins moving his thin fingers in and out. He pumps his fingers faster, and the rings make you feel even better. The curves of the metal against your walls. Your arousal coating his fingers. The sight of his finger tattoos even wet with arousal turns you on so much. He fastens his pace. The sensations cause you to moan in pleasure. You're arching your back from the feeling. He's going so fast.

"F-Fuck Jungkook! I'm gonna cum," you whine as your as hands grip his back. Your arms make their way around his neck, so you don't end up falling over. Your long nails digging into his still clothed back.

"Then cum for me, Y/N," he says looking at your desperate face. The strands of his hair are stuck to his forehead from the sweat. Your walls tightening around him. His fingers getting coated in wetness. You reach your orgasm and your eyes roll back in bliss. Your mouth lets out a string of curses. He kisses your shoulders and you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. You press your lips together from all the stimulation.

Kook brings his fingers to his lips. Licking your juices off them.

"You taste so fucking good, I wanna eat you out, fuck," he says as he picks you up from your waist and sets you down on the counter. His hands quickly move your legs apart and he starts kissing your dripping cunt. You run your fingers through his beautiful hair, pulling, you want more of him. His tongue flicking over your clit. You had just cum once, this was going to send you over the edge. You could here the perverted sounds echo in the bathroom, even over the loud music outside. The wet noises that came from him slurping up your arousal and fucking you with his tongue. His hands gripping onto your thighs for dear life. Your grinded on his face. The sinful sounds start escaping your soul. You moaned his name over and over again as he ate your desperate pussy, like he'd been starving for days.

"You're a very dirty girl, you know Y/N?," he rhetorically asks before burying his face back into your heat.

"Look who's talking~," you snarkily say back at him. He wasn't one to talk since he was the one who was hard in the first place, hmph. As he continued, you felt another knot in your stomach. You rode out your second orgasm, on Jungkook's handsome face.

He comes up, kissing your lips. "Taste yourself, aren't you delicious," he says before he kisses you. You could taste yourself on his lips. The salty wetness was smothered over his pink lips. Jungkook began undoing his belt. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He flips you around and you're leaning against the sink. You could see yourself in the mirror. You were a mess, your hair moved to the side, and the sleeves of your dress hanging onto your arms.

Jungkook rubs your ass and begins to stroke his already hard dick. He teases your sensitive entrance with his cock. His cock was wet, and throbbing. He wanted you so bad. He grinded against your wet folds, but not giving you the satisfaction of feeling him inside you.

You were getting frustrated. Your bucked your hips back, and met his eyes in the mirror. "Come on Kookie~," you teased him while moving your ass back at him.

"So eager?"

"Of course," you reply slyly.

You finally feel his cock slam into your opening. The sudden movement causing you to jerk forward. His huge cock filled you up so well. He begins fucking you, bottoming into you everytime. "Oh my god! Fuck, you're so big-," you exclaim. The sound of skin slapping together echoed along with Jungkook's moans. His deep moans turned you on so much. Jungkook pulls you back towards him. Your back facing him, and you could look at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked like a total slut right now. Jungkook thrusting hard into you from behind, and his hand curled around your neck. He whispered all sorts of obscenities into your ear. His dick is slamming into your cunt, sending you over the edge.

"You feel so good-," you manage to say between your moans and groans. You couldn't think of anything right now, except Jungkook's cock deep in you. That was the only thing on your mind. You could barely string your words together. Your ass and his hips coming together rhythmically. You could feel that you were close again. The wet sounds filled the air.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum, babe," Jungkook said between his thrusts. "Beg for it, sweeheart" he ordered you.

"Cum. In. Me. Jungkook. Please-," you begged between his slow but deep thrusts. He groaned louder, his thrusts began getting messier. He was reaching his climax. He pressed himself deeper into you. His hands held your waist so tight, as if he was afraid you'd disappear from his sights.

"I love you so much Y/N," he says as he reaches his orgasm. The thick, hot liquid poured into your insides, and your gripped onto the edge of the sink counter.

"I love you too Kookie," you reciprocate back.

He let his head fall into your shoulder and he breaths heavily. He plants kisses on your shoulders. He lets out a long sigh, and hugs you from the back. His hands wrap around you and he kisses your cheek. He made you feel pure bliss. His hands reach for your hand, and you feel your hand being intertwined with his.

"Stay with me tonight, Kookie," you say sweetly to him. And he seems to share the same feelings that you feel.

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he says, giving you a peck on your lips.

~

this took me so long to write, but i love how it turned out. jk is so cute in this <33 i really hope ya'll enjoyed this. requests are open ^^

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dreamlike letters / 2023

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[ f ] 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ; [ a ] 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ; [ s ] 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ; [ 𝖼 ] 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄

(𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫) 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 ; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 @angelguk ❥ oneshot, { a }

maybe if you’d reached out a little further, held his hand a little tighter, it wouldn’t hurt this bad to let go. except it would - it always would. because the one person you’ll never be able to let go is jeongguk. 

+ highlights: I love angst for a particular reason and your writing is another testiment as to why. What makes it so painful is in the way it's written--so beautifully, it hurts.

Every word you wrote was intentional with its placement which really pulls us in as readers. It's so easy to be immersed into your stories.

Your writing comes across soft and gentle, with witty remarks that make it lively and sweet. I just live for the poetic moments you've written in.

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𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 ; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 @vsualitae ❥ oneshot, { s }

Your days off finally matched up and after waking up later than usual, Jungkook is feeling well rested and quite amorous.

+ highlights: I am in love with the way you set the scene here. It made it so easy to be immersed and feel like we were really there in bed under the duvet with jk 🥺 There are tiny details like the description of the cold weather too and it made the entire thing more cozy. I loved the use of contrast in that way!

I live for reader and Jungkook’s dynamic! Their relationship seemed so authentic, just what I envision a fwb relationship would be like with him. One with lots of teasing and of course, it wouldn’t be jk without mentioning his competitive streak.

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 ; 𝐤𝐧𝐣 @ahundredtimesover ❥ oneshot, { a + s }

For years as a sculptor, you felt detached from your own work - unable to title them, describe them, name the most basic emotions that artists should be in tune with. A chance encounter with a man one winter night finds you in a journey of finding your own meaning. And as you slowly discover what it means to create and to feel, you find out that this might also be what pulls both of you far apart.

+ highlights: I am feeling so many things all at once and strongly at that, that it is almost painful. you captured everything I love and admire about Namjoon and formulated it into something so beauful and introspective. The themes of love and intimacy are some of my favouite to read about. You've executed it so beautifully. The story is gut wrenching in all the right ways. There wasn't a moment where my heart wasn't in my throat, I feel so much for this couple.

❥ full review - to be posted !

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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 ; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐠 @dark-muse-iris ❥ oneshot, { a + s } On the last night before you break up with your girlfriend of two years, you say goodbye the only way you know how.

+ highlights: I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much pain in my life omg.

I feel so much for Reader and Handong. The dramatic irony here is what makes everything so painful. Reader spending this night with her knowing it’ll be the last while Handong remains none the wiser (I am ill).

Your writing was so beautiful and that is what makes it more painful. The contrast of Handong’s pleasure, and what lies ahead just beyond the threshold of their relationship. How reader can’t help herself and continues to fuel the fire.

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YOU WILL LOVE THIS FANCTION

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Hello Again...❦| 01

⤳ Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs, Mʀ. Pᴀʀᴋ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴀɴʏ ғᴀᴄᴇs. Bᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

⤳ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ!Jɪᴍɪɴ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⤳ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ!ᴀᴜ, (ᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ) sᴍᴜᴛ

A/N: Ok! I have decided that the POV’s will switch. Sometime’s it’ll be Y/n, other times It’ll be Jimin! Also, if you haven’t read chapter 00, please do so! 

***Please ignore any errors! 

(Word Count: 4.24K)

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JIMIN:

There’s a storm raging outside. The rain is knocking on the window of the library in my home. The wind is howling and lightning lit up the poorly lit corner I sat in.

Just as a storm went on outside, a storm went on inside. 

I watch my guests zip around the library. They’re pulling all the ancient books from the shelves, leaving a disorganized mess behind them. They are rambling things to themselves in a frantic manner. They were paying me no attention as I sat at the small table in the corner of the sitting area. My elbow was propped on the table and my cheek rested on my hand. 

I watch in silence, tuning in and out while I get lost in my thoughts. The tapping of the rain on the window was all that was keeping me grounded. I don’t know what to say, or what to feel. 

Those same eyes. That same smile. What in the world? Though her eyes were no longer that alluring honey color, they held the same feeling. Y/n stared at me like I was a stranger. Her uneasy smile and stiff posture revealed her uncertainty and the tense atmosphere was confusing. 

But my heart hammered in my chest all the same. I can’t be sure if it was the shock of seeing that face and hearing that voice again, or if it was anger boiling deep within me.

The woman who stabbed me in the back. The one who gained my trust, only with the intent to betray me, was living right under my nose this whole time. But when I came face to face with her, I could feel the rage I thought I was carrying this whole time. 

Y/n, the woman who I thought was the love of my life and that was going to rule with me, blinked at me, oblivious to her presence shook my core. 

“Your highness.” A gentle voice called out to me. I heard the voice but couldn’t respond for a few moments. I am stunned, and my head is buzzing but it also feels empty.

My eyes look to my left where Jisoo stood with a shy smirk. A hand rested on her hip and she grew in confidence while I eyed her. She’s beautiful, and though she was only a Stronghold, her crafts in dark works were powerful. 

Jisoo is a distant friend I’ve known for more than a century and she has always been someone I enjoy having around, but marriage?

My uncle has become desperate to marry me to someone if he wants me to be with a stronghold demon. 

Stronghold demons are lowly demons. They are weaker; often the contract demons, incubus demons, and demons that possess humans. 

Demons have roamed the earth since the very beginning, watching as humans evolve and struggle with the problems they faced. Some problems that some would look up at the big man and ask why, when it was really our doing. It is all about status and power. That is how it was set from the beginning yet everyone has a purpose. 

I am a Second Hand, also known as a Prince of a Fallen Angel. Before any type of demons existed, there were fallen angels. Fallen Angels are not demons. They are not the same as us. They are more powerful than we are and do not dwell on the earth. They do bigger things. Second hands were created from a fallen Angel. A specific fallen angel.

There is only a handful of us who have their own reign. I am the Second Hand of Chaos who came directly from the most well known fallen angel of them all. We simply call him big L. Everyone knows who he is. I am one of 5 who came directly from that specific fallen angel. Leaving us to be the only Second Hands. I was the first one and would argue that I am the most powerful. 

I avoid the others, only running across them a few times in the past centuries. We are not a team, our work has nothing to do with each other so there is no need to contact each other. The only one who reaches out to me is Hoseok, the Second Hand of Despair. We were almost friends for some years.

I don’t care for the others. 

Second Hands were only created from that particular fallen angel. The other demons created from other fallen angels who aren’t big L are Powers. Powers are demonic beings of their name. They are demons of powers. There are nature demons, witchcraft demons and more. Though they are below Second Hands in the hierarchy, their strength has range. 

Some can be just as weak as Strongholds, while others sit high with their power nearing Second Hands.

From Powers come to Dominions. Dominions are the first demons to not come directly from a fallen angel. Dominions are territorial demons who were Strongholds that moved up in power. They are often connected deeply to land. They tend to have a clan following that goes by region, hence them being territorial demons. 

The Busan Dominion can be overthrown by a strong demon. 

Strongholds are the lowest of the low demons. Strongholds are humans who were once alive and have signed away their souls or became a demon through other means. Dominions only appeared once Strongholds gathered together and others grew in power.  Once a demon dies, they do not reincarnate or even go to hell. They simply do not exist anymore. 

This is why seeing Y/n, who was once a Witchcraft Power, as a human is throwing the people around me into a frenzy. 

I glance at my uncle, my focus drawn to the specific dark purple book in his hands. The years of dust that accumulated on it were brushed off with a careless hand. My uncle opened the book, his brows furrowed and he looked up to meet my already waiting gaze. 

“Why is the Witchcraft Scroll looking like this Jimin?” I knew what he was talking about before he turned the open book to face me. I didn’t move from my spot, staring at the blank pages he displayed to me. 

My mother, though she’s not truly my mother, rushed forward gasping loudly. 

“Jimin can see it. He told me. Right?” She grabs the book from my uncle’s hands looking between the void pages and myself. 

Witchcraft Scroll, a book that holds the oldest and most robust spells that Witchcraft Powers have. One can’t forget they own such a book. Not when many Witchcraft Powers arrive at my door asking for it. Some strongholds and Dominions even poke me with a question about the book. 

It could be because I know nothing about the works of witchcraft that I did not truly understand the weight and power of that book.

“Jimin?” My mother’s calls fell deaf to my ears as my thoughts were tuning out every sense. 

“Jimin! Hello?” She says again.

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“Jimin?” Y/n called out as if she didn’t already have my attention. She ran her fingers across the spines of the books on the shelf. Her dark hanbok is not something you see at this time. She stands out wherever she goes. She keeps to herself and though she doesn’t smile often, her eyes are always kind. 

I can’t say we’re friends, but the more I see her, the more I miss her when she is gone. She is...fascinating. A powerful witch who silently commands respect but is still so humble and gentle. 

My uncle’s words of finding a bride echo in my head as I watch her intently. 

“Jimin, do you have an empty spellbook? A thick one?” She only kept her eyes on me for as long as she spoke, looking back to the bookshelves. 

I sigh, a grin pulling at my lips. 

“You say you find me annoying,” I begin, my teasing tone causing her to look at me. She rolls her eyes and moves away from the bookshelves, walking towards where I stood. I leaned against the larger desk just some meters from Y/n.

My white dress shirt and khakis became my home clothing, as I didn’t have time to change once coming home from my endeavors

“You say you find me annoying,” I repeat, “yet you are always in my manor, trailing behind Hoseok with that same frown on your lips.” 

She takes slow dragging steps my way, her eyebrows raised, the corner of her lips turning up slightly. 

“If I am correct, when I don’t follow Hoseok here, you question him about my absence. I have no choice but to appear, it would be rude to leave you longing for me.” Her voice grows quieter as she looks up at me under her eyelashes. 

It feels like my entire being is burning up, as she stops in front of me. A wave of lavender tickles my nose and my gaze moves across her face. Her soft eyes, the beautiful features of her cheeks, and her lips. Oh, how her lips look tempting. 

Have her lips always looked so kissable? 7 years of bickering playful with Y/n and I am only now being blown away by her beauty. Of course, Y/n has always been beautiful. There are many beautiful women in this world. I have been surrounded and pursued by many women. 

Some demons, some humans. I laid my eyes upon many beauties so why do I suddenly feel blown away? 

“Are you using a charm on me?” I am breathless when I speak next, realizing we stood in a comfortable silence only gazing into each other eyes. 

“I would never. You know that.” She answers. I almost cringe at the traces of offense in her words. Did she think I was accusing her?

“Why? Do you feel weird?” Her words held concern now as she looked my body up and down. She looks back at me waiting for an answer but for once I felt...giddy. 

I clear my throat, shuffling to the side and walking around the desk. This put her on the other side of the desk, staring at me in confusion. 

“Are you okay?” She asks, ignoring my questions.

“I’m fine Y/n, I just have a lot of things to deal with. I have Dominions coming to me with complaints against each other. I must deal with it.” I bent down to open a few drawers, knowing that I had some blank spellbooks. 

I finally found one, a thick one like she wanted. It was a beautiful dark purple, the material almost leather. I grab it and set it on the desk with a thud. 

“Perfect!” She whispers and teaches forward, opening the book to stare at the blank pages. She closes the book again, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. I keen on her, watching with eagerness. Y/n doesn’t use her powers often, but when she does….it’s something you can’t look away from.

 A demon of her strength that isn’t power-hungry? Lovely. 

When she opens her eyes they are a crimson red. She looks down at the book, takes her left hand, licks her thumb and places it onto the book. The book catches into flames, but the fire doesn’t damage the book. 

She opens the book and stares at the flame and the flames turn black before disappearing, only leaving a thick grey smoke. When she looks back up, her eyes are gold again. I look back down at the book and there are now words written in the book.

I leaned over to take a peak, yet the words did not make sense. They were weird symbols and characters from a language I’ve never seen. 

“What is that supposed to be?” I ask.

She snickers, and it might be the best sound I have ever heard.

“It’s all the spells and charms I have made and gathered from my travels in the last 200 years.” She flips a page, skimming it a bit. 

“It also holds some secrets people would probably want to get their hands on.” She says a matter of fact. She closes the book and picks it up, holding it to her chest.

“Only those I trust can see the ink.” She adds and closes her eyes as if to catch her breath from a tiring activity. 

She opens her eyes and that same old frown is on her lips again, “And only those I love and I can read the text.” 

“Who in this wretched world do you love?” My words come out in a teasing manner.

“Other than myself? Mhh...let’s wait and see.” She raises an eyebrow at me, “See you around.”

She turns to leave but I can’t help but call out.

“Y/n!” 

She spins around quickly, “Yes?”

“1931,” I pause, “I am to find a bride by 1931.”

She nods, “Ah yes. There is much talk of it among the female Powers and Dominions. Even some Strongholds are interested. You have 20 years to find yourself a bride, it’s only 1911. You have much time”

I kept my eyes on her, running my fingers through my hair as she waited patiently for me to speak.

“What are your thoughts?”

“I don’t have any.” She answers quickly. I smirk, earning a small smile from her. 

Cute.

She turns around to leave only to turn back to me, “I do have one thought.” She quickly set the book back on the table. 

“Keep this safe for me.”

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“Jimin, the text is still there right? That witch’s secrets?” My uncle stood beside my mother who was also looking at me for an answer. I was still dazed, lost in the scene of my past. 

I look at my mother, my uncle, and Jisoo. I can’t be sure what my face looks like right now, but I know I’m slightly annoyed. 

Maybe they don’t understand? Are they small-minded? My uncle, who isn’t really my uncle, the Dominion for Seoul. I’ve known him for longer than I can remember. Centuries have passed and this man has guided me and helped me to make correct decisions.

My “mother” is a stronghold demon that worked for me at some point. She also became like family, being by my side for many years. If I was human, she’d probably be my mother. We look similar, hearing things about our resemblance from both humans and other demons. 

I can’t expect them to understand. I can’t expect them to truly understand the stress I am feeling at this moment. They know they are stressed because demons cannot reincarnate and Y/n was there...reincarnated as a human. 

But I am stressed not only because it seems a demon has reincarnated…but I am being reminded of what was done years ago. I am being taken back to 1931. I am angry, disgusted and ashamed. It is 2020 and the emotions are still as raw as they were 90 years ago.

“Your highness. You said you could see the text right?” Jisoo said, referring to what my mother said.

I sigh, standing from my seat with my hands in my pockets. 

“I can’t see the text anymore cause there is no text,” I answer slowly. 

“I’m sorry what?” My uncle hisses. He has always been curious about Y/n’s book. Uncle always wanted ways to rise in power, I could see it in his eyes. I’d never tell him what was in the book if there was still ink to read, but that’s something I decide for his own good.

But I told them all my books were open to them, so I can’t be surprised to see that Y/n’s book is what he searched for.

“There is no more text uncle,” I hiss the last word, “Do you know how dark magic and crafts operate? Why do you expect that the text would still be there?”

I narrow my eyes at him, resentment bubbling up within me. 

“You should have sat down, read the book and copied down what it said!” He snaps, and whirls around to stalk back to the bookshelves.

“You should have thought that through!” I call out, my voice echoing in the vast library. It almost sounded like I was singing. in a mocking manner, while I walked closer to the familiar desk that sat in the middle of the library.

“You should have thought that through while you were manipulating me, uncle,” I scoff humorlessly, “But I guess we both ran off our emotions those days.”

“Is this why you refused all those who came to you for the books’ knowledge?”

“Uncle, if the text was so important, maybe you shouldn’t have pushed me so hard to kill her!” My voice shook the room, leaving a tense silence.

“It was the appropriate action for the offense she committed Jimin! Don’t let that human girl make you regret your decisions! You acted correctly!”

“Oh spare me that bullshit uncle! When Y/n was killed, the text disappeared and went with her!” I yell, my voice dropping to a whisper for my next words, “She may have been a traitor, but Y/n wasn’t stupid.”

~!~

I stroll through the house hallways. I don’t know where I’m going but I keep walking. 

Is that really Y/n reincarnated? The face is the same, the first name is the same….everything is the same, except she is human. 

I walk down the main staircase to get to the lobby area of the house. I stop a few steps short of the end of the stairs, deciding to sit down. 

I sat there for a while or a long time, I’m not sure. But I’ve seen lightning crackle through the sky more than 30 times. The action appeared like a camera flash when looking at the frosted glass window that was in the front door.

I miss the hasty footsteps that approached. My senses have been delayed since seeing Y/n. I am...in a state of shock? 

“Mr. Park?” Someone calls softly. 

I respond with a hum before I even look up to see Y/n looking at me curiously. Even as a human, she held her head high with a sort of grace and confidence I can’t explain. She stood in front of me and unlike my other staff, she didn’t show any nerves or hesitate to look me in the eyes. 

I try to be kind to humans, but oftentimes they are still intimated no matter how gentle I am. The human race wouldn’t be able to handle the existence of demons. They’ve built up their nations believing they are in control of all things, but that’s wrong.

The wars? Us. The politicians? Under our control. We simply let them walk about believing that they are on top of the world. Their egos are far too fragile.

“Mr. Park, You have missed your dinner. We weren’t able to keep to your schedule due to your guests. The kitchen staff can still cook up some dinner for you? Do your guests wish to eat as well?”

I don’t register her words, my gaze sitting on her face for way too long. 

“Sir, glaring at me won’t give me an answer.” She says after some time, “Do you want to skip dinner all together?”

I groaned, finally dropping my gaze from her and running my fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes for a moment to collect my thoughts, but I could feel her eyes on me. 

She stopped there waiting patiently, and the fake smile that was plastered on her face earlier was no more. Her face was neutral, not giving away any sort of anger or irritation while waiting for my response.

“The kitchen staff are still prepared to cook?” I questioned, glancing away from her at the floor and back to her.

“Yes, they are. It’s only 8:30, so they have not made any move to leave the kitchen yet. Also, once again, thank you for allowing us to stay the night. The storm isn’t letting up, traveling in such conditions would be impossible.”

When I only stare back in response she continues to speak, “I assume your guests will also be staying the night? Should I prepare their rooms?”

Maybe it’s because she’s technically off the clock, but the considerate and friendly attitude Mrs. Yoon said the new coordinator had is nowhere to be found.

“You talk a lot.” The words left my lips before I could think, my eyes widened as we both stared at each other.

Y/n pressed her lips together tightly, fighting back a chuckle? She looks off to the side, placing both hands on her hips. The motion oddly brings my attention down to her body. My gaze flickers back to her face just as she’s looking back at me. 

“Sir, someone has to talk! I need to know what you want to be done for dinner.” She teases, and for some reason, I want to smile. This Y/n is not very different from the Y/n I knew previously.

“Don’t worry about preparing rooms for my guests. I will prepare food for myself later, please tell the kitchen staff they don’t have to stay in the kitchen waiting for me.” I answer. 

She nods, “Understood. We will make sure to keep from disturbing your wing of the ho--”

“Jimin.” I turn around to see Jisoo descending down the stairs. Even though she called my name, she was glaring at Y/n. I almost rolled my eyes in annoyance but settled for a soft sigh. 

“Everything okay?” Her tone and the sharp eyes on Y/n held a clear accusation towards Y/n. She was wondering if Y/n was bothering me. 

“Everything is fine.” I utter, as she takes a seat beside me on the stairs. I choose to ignore the comforting hand she places on my knee, but I notice the knowing look she gives Y/n. Ugh.

“What were you talking about?” I open my mouth to answer when I notice that she’s speaking to Y/n.

“I was asking Mr. Park about his plans for dinner. He’s answered so I’ll be taking my lea--”

“When are you off work?” Jisoo cuts her off, narrowing her eyes at Y/n.

“Seven. But due to the weather, Mr. Park has allowed the staff to stay the night.” She answers plainly. She was either oblivious to the hostile actions Jisoo was directing towards her, or she didn’t mind it altogether. 

“Jisoo, can you let her go, please? The questions are unnecessary.” I nearly whine, “You can go Y/n.”

Y/n leaves quietly, her steps relaxed and slow. 

“I commend your restraint.” Jisoo giggles.

I raise an eyebrow at her, “What do you mean?” 

“You must be fuming,” She explains further, “To see her again. After how things ended, it’s a cruel fate for her to end up working under you.”

I snicker, “It must be a sort of punishment.” 

“For who? Her?”

Me.

“I don’t know, but it’s a twisted fate for sure.”

“It’s okay to express your anger Jimin,” She says in a soft tone, “you’ve been laid back since what happened. You don’t have to hold back.”

I can only shrug, “I’m feeling a lot of things right now. Anger is one of them but, we know what happened last time I acted out of anger.” 

“Your Highness, I feel like that girl working here isn’t gonna be good for you. Yes, it’s okay to hold regret but it’s been 90 years. Your decision to execute Y/n was certainly done out of anger, but your highness, she was plotting to kill you!” Jisoo looks around the lobby of the house. 

She was shocked by how loud her voice had gotten and when she spoke again, it was a whisper.

“You didn’t have to wait to hear her explanation. You didn’t owe her that, she was caught red-handed. So don’t let that weird reincarnation of her guilt you more. I say you fire her.”

“There is no need for that. She’s been working here for over a month and today is the first time I laid eyes on her. I can carry on with my life by simply ignoring her.”

“Having her here is--”

“--My decision.” I deadpan, “You will not tell me how to run my house Jisoo.”

“Okay, fair enough. This whole fiasco is distracting from the real reason we’re here.” 

“Oh,” I yelp sarcastically, “yes I almost forgot that you, uncle and mom are trying to force me into a marriage. It’s not happening.”

“Is it me?” She pouts.

“Mhh,” I think for a moment, “Yeah.” 

I watch her expression drop to a frown.

“You’re my friend Jisoo, I do not have feelings for you, I will not marry you. Also, it would make more sense if I married a Powers or a Dominion, you are only a stronghold. Those are simply the facts of it.” I stand up, placing my hands back into my pockets. 

“I-I’ll contact Seokjin about that girl’s reincarnation.” She mirrors my actions, also standing up.

My face twists up at the mention of that name, “I don’t know how you can be friends with that angel.”

She chuckles slightly, “Just try to avoid Y/n okay? Let us worry about the rest.”

“Of course,” I reply, walking down the last few steps to head towards my office. 

I can try to, but I can’t promise I will.

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Alright! How are you guys feeling about chapter one? If anything is confusing please inbox me about it! What did you think of the chapter? Also, things about the past will be revealed over time, so if it feels like pieces of the puzzle are missing, it’s okay! 

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Let’s Turn This House Into a Home💜| Genie!Jimin x Reader

Summary: Park Jimin. Strange, vague and perhaps, misunderstood. He doesn’t fit in with his friends. He isn’t self-absorbed and like smoking a joint every few minutes. You are just like Jimin, maybe not in all way, but similar. What is he hiding?

Genre: High school AU, Supernatural AU, angst, and fluff

Warnings: Smoking, swearing, mentions of sexual activity, attempted sexual assault

Pt.2

“Jimin, man, come on!” Said purple-haired boy groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“I told you guys, I’m not going anywhere near that shit.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and let out a puff of smoke.

“It attracts the ladies. And boys.” He chuckled and nudged Jungkook, earning a punch from the maknae. 

“You guys are such assholes! You always pressure me to do things I don’t want to do and you give me shit for it! The only one who leaves me alone is Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin fired. He stood up from his position on the worn, black leather couch and ran up the stair case, shortly slamming his bedroom door closed. The eldest sighed, leaning over the kitchen counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. Yoongi stood with his mouth open, pointing his lit cigarette in the direction Jimin went.

“This is bullshit! I’m so sick of him. It’s like he’s got a stick up his ass 24/7,” the silver-haired man growled, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping it out.

“Hey! You know very well what he’s going through. It’s not easy for him. Show some compassion, dickhead.” Taehyung inputted. Yoongi kicked Taehyung in the shin with his black vans. He then made his way to the entrance of the house, picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

“See you forth period.” And with a slam of the front door, he was gone. 

                                         ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Jimin stared at the roof of his room. The ceiling was a faded cream with cracked paint and dark patches. The walls had peeling old-fashioned wallpaper, reflecting the neglect and mistreatment of the house. The room had Jimin’s childhood bed, a dingy, broken heater, and a wooden desk with a box on top. His eyes moved to the window. It had scratches, dirt and a hole pierced through it. The pink curtains were pinned back, letting the sun in. A tear rolled down his cheek. The tear was glowing a soft purple. The boy brought his left wrist in front of his face and traced the golden tattoo that encircled it. The tattoo appeared to be a beautiful bracelet, identical on both wrists. However, they wear handcuffs, binding him to an inevitable future. Anger flooded his veins and he screamed in agony, throwing a punch at the air, sending a wave of force across the room, puncturing a hole in the fragile wall.

He was hysterical now. Eyes wide with tears accompanying them. Hands gripped the roots of his hair violently. His episode was interrupted by a knock at the door. He could tell by the soft nature of it, that it was Jin. Jimin didn’t answer but the elder man entered anyway. He slipped inside the room and closed the door. He made his way around the small bed and sat down next to Jimin. He wrapped a long around Jimin’s smaller frame and this induced the younger to collapse his upper body into Jin. Jin was taken by surprised for a second but then gave a small smile. He let the boy cry for a moment before he guided Jimin to look at him.

“H-how do you do it Hyung?” Jimin stuttered out through sniffs and wet tears.

“I had to get used to it. Life isn’t fair, Chim. I’m sorry.” Jin sighed and ran his hands comfortingly through his best friend’s hair. “I had to grow up really fast. When I first saw my wings, I was mortified. My parents threw me out of the house and called the police in fear of me. They thought I was possessed. The Patrol Unit for Youth Supernatural Control got to me first though. I was extremely lucky because not every Supernatural born into Natural families get rescued.” Jin took in a small breath and continued. “The unlucky ones get- taken care of by the government.” Jin said in a weak voice. “I may not have parents, but I have you guys. You helped me accept that I was a Black Swan hybrid.” “I just want you to know, Jimin, that you’re not alone. You know (Y/N), the one in your Classical Studies class?” Jimin nodded gently. “She’s a Fire Bird.” Jimin turned to face Jin.

“Really?” Jimin mumbled and Jin nodded. “How do you know?”

“Well...”

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“C’mon Jinnie! We’re playing boys versus girls!” A 10 year-old Jung Hoseok cheered, tucking on Jin’s arms. Jin felt a reoccurring sharp pain around his shoulder blades.

“Ho-hobi I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back in a second.” Hoseok groaned and walked back into the gymnasium. 

“You stupid things! Please go away!” Seokjin cried, pulling violently on his large, black-feathered wings. The boy heard the shuffle of shoes entering the deserted locker room and he froze. A face peered around the entry into the locker room. A girl. She had (E/C) eyes, too big for her face and her hair was flowing down her back in a low ponytail, it was the colour of pure inferno. The pair made eye contact for a brief moment before the girl made her way towards Jin. He backed away in fear and confusion.

“Wait, wait. Let me help,” the girl said and Jin lowered his arm from his face. The girl pulled out a small bottle of a dark blue substance. She twisted the silver lid off and dipped her fingers into it. “Turn around.” Jin stared at the girl like she was crazy. She laughed. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m like you!” She smiled. Jin gasped and then slowly turned around. She rubbed the Vaseline-like substance around the base of the wings, where they came out from his skin. She massaged it into the surrounding skin with care. The wings started to relax, before disappearing in a small cloud of black powder. To say Jin was shocked would be an understatement. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I moved here last month.” She stuck her hand out in front of Seokjin.

“I’m Kim Seokjin.” He smiled warmly before taking her hand. “You said you were like me. Do you have wings too?”

“Kind of!” She giggled before she stood up from the wooden bench. She took in a breath, closed her eyes and with a quick swirl of red flames, she transformed. She wasn’t a human anymore. Her skin was now made of fire, her hair of lava. She had grown wings that took the form of a bird’s.

“You-your skin, your clothes!” Jin exclaimed.

“I don’t burn what I don’t want to. I learned to control it.” She smiled before transforming back into her human form. “I’m a fire bird, a supernatural. I’m guessing you’re a hybrid,” she said, hand on her chin.

“I wasn’t aware there were different types,” Seokjin scratched his head in embarrassment.

“Supernaturals are the ones that can complete and entire transformation and typically have powers that can be use din our human form. Hybrids, however, only have what they do.” Jin nodded. “And the stuff I put on your wings is what my mum made for me. I use it sometimes. You can have this one though. I have lots,” (Y/N) smiled and gave Jin the bottle.

“We better get back to sport,” Jin laughed and (Y/N) nodded. “I’m sure Hoseok is waiting for me quite impatiently.” The ravenette pouted and (Y/N) chuckled.

The pair made their way to the gym where Hoseok and (Y/N)’s friend Chou Tzu-yu waited. Hoseok had his arms crossed and Tzu-yu ran over to (Y/N).

“Finally! Let’s beat these chicks!” Hoseok yelled and the boys all cheered.

“Yeah right, Jung. We’re gonna send you to Hong Kong!” (Y/N) fired back, hand gripping a dodge ball already, and the girls cheered.                     

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“Wow, Hyung. I never knew you and her were close.” Jin hummed in response as Jimin sat up, placing his hand on his head after the quick blood-flow back to his brain. “Does she know about me?” Jin shook his head.

“I don’t plan on telling her. That’s something you can do when you feel comfortable.” Jin sat up off the bed and made his way to the door. “We have to go back to school or we’ll be late.” Jimin nodded and wiped a bit of snot threatening to leak from his nose.

“Hyung-” Jimin called and Jin looked over his shoulder. “Thank you.” The elder boy smiled before returning to the living room, Jimin trailing behind. 

“There’s our Chim!” Taehyung grinned, putting Jimin in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

“HEY! STOP!” The shorter boy whined, trying to escape the wrath of Taehyung. The younger gave up and wrapped an arm around Jimin and ran a hand through his blue hair as the boys filed out of the house with their bags.

“I have Economics next.” Jungkook sighed.

“I’ve got Food Tech!” Jin chimed and Jungkook pouted.

“At least we have English together in fourth~” Hoseok said calmly and the boys nodded.

“I pissed off Yoongi-Hyung though.” Jimin said.

“You’ll be fine, Chim. He’s not gonna be made at you forever.” Namjoon replied and the other hummed in agreement. 

Once the boys had made it school, they all split up to go to their classes. Jimin pull his black hoodie over his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Leave me alone, you cow!” Jimin heard a girl yelled and it caught his attention. he pulled down his down his hood and looked over his shoulder. In the corridor he just passed he saw the back of a tall girl with slightly wavy, auburn hair that reached her shoulders. She had tanned, strong legs that were smoothly shaven. Chou Tzu-yu. She had a girl only a few centimetres shorter than her pinned to the grey, metal lockers. this girl had hair the colour of fire. Her (S/C) arms were pinned beside her head and she was struggling against the grip of Tzu-yu. It was (Y/N) (L/N). 

“Not until you give me what I asked for~” Tzy-zu sang and (Y/N) growled. “What’s wrong (Y/N)? Can’t transform?” Tzy-zu mocked and then cackled. (Y/N) tried to kick Tzu-yu but she slammed her body directly onto her. “I’ve always been stronger than you (Y/N). I always will be. Now, give me what I want!” The tall girl seethed.

“I’M NOT KISSING YOU, CHOU!” (Y/N) screamed, attempting to get away from Tzu-yu once more.

“Yah! Stop!” Jimin intervened and tried to push the taller girl away from (Y/N). The girl was caught by surprise, giving Jimin the opportunity to get (Y/N) away. Tzu-yu stumbled back and growled at Jimin.

“This doesn’t concern you, Park.” She dusted herself off and stormed towards the pair. Jimin slashed the air with his hand, created a storm of sharp, purple sand. It hurled at Tzu-yu and sliced her skin painfully. She screamed and Jimin grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, pulling her into the old girls locker room. It was at the end of the school hallways, the part that has boarded up windows and had dust collected in every corner. The flickering lights littered on the ceiling of the locker room served little purpose. Jimin and (Y/N) sliced down behind a row of punched-in, rusted lockers. The room was abandoned 7 years ago when a fire started in the showers. Three girls and an unidentified male died. The cause of the fire was ruled to be an arson but not legal action was taken as there were no suspects. The school board decided to close that section of the school instead of fixing it. 

(Y/N) ran her hands through her slightly greasy roots.

“Are you alright? What was that back there?” Jimin questioned.

“I’m- I’m fine. It’s not the first time it happened.” She responded. This angered Jimin.

“What kind of human does that?” His voice now laced with anger. The redhead shook her head.

“Gross ones like her.” They sat there in silence for a few moments. “How much did you hear?” 

“I started listening at ‘you cow.’“ Jimin said and (Y/N) chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. I’m like you.” He said. The girl looked at him in surprise. “Jin-Hyung told me about the day you helped him.” He explained and she nodded. 

“What are you?” Jimin bit his lip and looked away.

“I- I haven’t really accepted what I am.” He warned and (Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Not everyone is the same.” He nodded. 

“I’m a Genie.” This sentence made the girl’s mouth drop to the floor. She leaned over and picked up his left arm.

“Can- can I?” She asked and Jimin nodded. She slowly rolled up his sleeve, unveiling the intense gold tattoos encircling his wrists and blossoming up his arm, disappearing up the rest of his sleeve. “Jimin- They’re gorgeous!” She gasped and Jimin felt his face heat up. “I thought Genies were bred out of existence, the stuff of fiction.” She continued gaping at Jimin’s tattoos. He gently retracted his arm and pulled down his sleeve. 

“Not all.” Is all the boy said before standing up. “I think she’s gone.” He put out his hand to help (Y/N) and she took it. She dusted herself off and peaked around the lockers. She sighed with relief and started to walk out of the old locker room. She paused for a moment and threw a glance over her shoulder.

“Thanks, Jimin. It means a lot.” She smiled and walked off, leaving Jimin with his thoughts.

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What I Want - BadBoy! Taehyung x Reader - Chapter 2 - Lemonade

Synopsis:  You are an innocent, excitable new girl, moving all the way to Korea due to your dad’s new job. As you anxiously learn about the new world around you and how you’ll make your mark, you stumble into none other than bad boy Kim Taehyung and his band of six crazy friends. He seems to be bothered but you, something he doesn’t even understand. Will you be able to tolerate the shenanigans of Taehyung and his rowdy friends, or will you fall victim to his charms just like everyone else?

Featuring Jihyo and Dahyun (TWICE) as your friends, and BTS members as Taehyung’s group of friends.

Genre: Romance, BadBoy!V, BadBoy!BTS, High School Romance, Drama

Length: approx. 2.3k words

Chapter 2 - Lemonade

           It didn’t take long after that first meeting for you to start seeing Taehyung wherever you went to school. In the hallways, he would pass by you and wink or make a flirtatious remark, in the cafeteria, he purposely would get in line behind you and try to talk to you, and during breaks, when you would leave the class for a moment, there he was. This was another one of those days, you were going to get something from one of the school vending machines. When you opened the door, there stood the ever smirking Taehyung. You sighed.

           “Yes?” You asked, crossing your arms.

           “Where ya goin’?” he asked.

           “The vending machine, if you must know.” You said simply, sliding your way past him and walking down the hallway towards the vending machines on the first level. You heard footsteps behind you, then felt an arm around your shoulder. When you glanced up, you saw Taehyung was next to you, his other hand stuffed in his pocket as he matched your steps. “Why are you coming to?”

           “Well, maybe I want something to drink. Also, I can do whatever the hell I please.” He said simply. You pursed your lips.

           “I guess that’s fair, but you don’t need to speak to me that way.” You replied simply. Taehyung snickered.

           “Shall I rephrase the part where I can do what I want?” he asked curiously. You frowned, moving his hand from your shoulder as you continued to walk at a quicker pace, hands crossed.

           “Well to be fair, I can do what I want to. And I don’t want you speaking to me that way, or following me to the vending machines.” You snapped, fed up with his manner of speaking. You saw Taehyung’s eyes go wide for a moment, stopping in his tracks as he tried to think of a response. You pursed your lips, giving him a playful smile. “What do you want from the vending machine, anyways?”

           “…Huh? Oh uh…lemonade, that’s all…” He ended up replying. You nodded, pulling out your little coin purse.

           “Wait right here, then.” You said simply. Turning on your heel, you walked to the end of the hall, made a right towards the stairs, and headed out of Taehyung’s sights. As you headed down the steps, you began to think. Was that to mean? Maybe I was too rude. I wonder if he’ll beat me up…Does he beat up girls? It doesn’t look like he does.

As you thought you made your way to the vending machine. You dug through your coin purse when you suddenly felt someone was behind you. You pursed your lips, turning around quickly, expecting to see Taehyung. Instead, it was another one of the boys, with black hair that was a bit on the long side. He was smiling a bit, one hand in his pocket as the other was raised above my head, his closeness causing you to back up against the vending machine.

“Hey.” He said happily. “You must be the new girl Hyung has been telling everyone about.” He said.

“I have a name, you know.” You stated simply, before telling him what it was. “Can I help you? I’m sorry but I don’t have enough money to buy myself, Jihyo, Taehyung, and you something to drink.” The boy snickered, pulling his one hand in his pocket, pulling out some coins. Your eyes followed his hand as he reached over towards the machine, putting the coin into the machine and pressing a button. With a thunk, you heard can hit the bottom of the machine, and the boy knelt down to pick it up. He flipped it in his hand a few times, catching it with ease.

“It was nice to meet you.” He said with a smile. “By the way, my name is Jungkook.” He said, waving. “Bye-bye~” He cooed, continuing to flip the can in his hand as you watched him walk away. You blinked, trying to process what just happened. Shaking your head, you turned back to the machine and put the coins in, retrieving the cans and heading back to the classroom.

Taehyung wasn’t sure why he was still standing there, but he was. He had his hands in his pockets, watching as other kids passed by, going around him when they got to close. He glanced at a few of them, responding to their confused looks with a dirty one in response, and that immediately made them look away from him. He groaned in annoyance.

“What the hell is taking her so long?” he muttered to himself. As if on cue, he heard footsteps approaching. He looked down towards them, preparing for another dirty look. However, instead of some snotty kid, he saw you, standing with your hands behind your back as you look up at him. “Oh. Finally! Did you get my drink?” He asked, pouting.

“They were all out. Sorry.” You said simply, shrugging. You saw Taehyung’s face drop a bit, mouth slightly open.

“Wha- So what the hell did I wait here for?!” He asked. Scoffing slightly, you shrugged.

“I don’t know, I thought you did whatever you wanted.” You said simply. Taehyung frowned as he watched you walk around him and head back to the classroom. You snickered to yourself, turning to face him to pass him the lemonade you had kept hidden. However, when you turned to see him, you saw he looked annoyed. He grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, making you flinch.

“I don’t think you realize who you’re talking to,” Taehyung said angrily, obviously annoyed. “I don’t appreciate it, just keep that in mind.” You blinked, staring at him directly in the eyes as he starred back. You had to admit, he was extremely intimidating right at this moment. You didn’t know what to say to him in response to this, but you could finally understand what Jihyo was saying to you these past few days.

“…Okay…” you said softly. You looked down at your arms, still carrying three drinks. You motioned to the one in the middle, and Taehyung looked down. “That one’s for you…they weren’t actually out, by the way.” Taehyung blinked, glancing between you and the drinks in your hands. He huffed, taking the lemonade and opening it as he took a sip of it. You stepped back, and both of you turned your backs from one another, not saying another word as you went in opposite directions. You hurried back to the classroom, unaware that Taehyung stopped at the end of the hallway, turning his head to see you turn into your classroom, where Jihyo was waiting by the door.

“What do you mean you bought him a drink?!” Jihyo asked, practically spitting out her coffee. You sipped your iced tea as Jihyo was ranting. “You shouldn’t be nice to him! He’s manipulative! Don’t tell me he made you do it!”

“No, no,” you assured. “Be surprised if you want, but I did offer. I rather do that then allow him to follow me all the way there. Especially if he’s as dangerous as you say.” Jihyo sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“Please, I’m begging you to just stay away from him…” She said simply. You nodded, finishing your drink and tossing it out in the garbage by the front door. Jihyo sighed, sipping her drink. She glanced over at you as you opened the door to the classroom, poking your head out and looking towards the direction you came from. She groaned, not sure what to say to you.

As you looked down the hallway, you saw Dahyun standing in the hallway and talking to some other friends. When she noticed you, she waved. You smiled a bit, nodding a bit as you waved back.

“Looking for someone?” she asked curiously. You shook your head.

“No. Jihyo’s mad at me because I bought lemonade for that kid Taehyung.” You responded. Dahyun snickered. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” She responded. “Nothing, you’re just funny. I had a feeling you’d fall for Taehyung, but Jihyo wouldn’t believe me.” Your eyes widened a bit.

“F-fall for him?!” You asked in surprise. “What do you mean? I don’t like that guy, he almost just punched me in the face for playing a joke with him!”

“Wait what?!” You heard Jihyo shouted, and when you and Dahyun turned around, she was standing at the door, eyes wide. “What do you mean, he tried to punch you?”

“I played a prank and he said that I have no idea what I’m doing by talking to him the way I was or whatever, I don’t know. Then he took the lemonade and left.” Jihyo groaned.

“I’m going to kill him.” She said.

“Ooo, Jihyo’s getting sent to prison with that attitude. At this rate, you and I will have to go see her through some plate glass.” You snickered a bit. “Do you think she’ll look cute in orange?”

“I think so.” You replied, and the two of you laughed. As Dahyun continued to tease Jihyo, you looked back towards the hall where Taehyung was before. He wasn’t there now, though. You were kind of wondering where he ended up.

“That stupid girl!” Taehyung shouted, kicking the wall with his foot. He pressed his foot against the wall hard, hands in his pockets. His friends, RM, Jin, SUGA, Jimin, Jungkook, and J-Hope.

“Dude, get the hell over it,” Namjoon said, leaning back against the wall. “You act like this is the only girl who's ever given you a hard time about anything, ever.”

“Right!” J-Hope said, a slight grin on his face. “What about the girl Jihyo? She’s always giving you an attitude!” Suga nodded his head in agreement.

“We aren’t talking about Jihyo, Hyung! We’re talking about that other girl!”

“I think her name is uh-“ Jimin tried to think of what it was. Jungkook was quick to respond with your name, earning himself a bunch of looks from his hyungs.

“…What? I ran into her when I was getting a drink.” He said, pushing his hair back and out of his face.

“Anyway, back to Tae’s problem,” Jin said, looking back at his friend, who was still pressing his foot against the wall.

“Problem? I don’t have a problem. She’s just annoying.” Taehyung said simply. Jin smirked a bit, standing up and patting his friend on the back.

“You’re totally into her.”

“Woah!” Taehyung stepped back. “Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah! I’m not into her. Are you nuts?” Jin smiled, shrugging his shoulders in response. “She thinks she’s so smart, with how she talked to me. Like she wasn’t even scared.”

“Maybe she isn’t…” Jimin said simply. “Ever think of that?” Taehyung looked over. “Just because she’s new doesn’t mean she’s automatically afraid of you.” Taehyung was silent. “Do you want her to be scared of you?” Taehyung didn’t respond again, pouting a bit. Namjoon snickered at his young friend.

“Don’t let it get to you. Just ignore her if it bothers you so much.” He said simply. “Just cut ties with her and be done with it. Don’t humor here either.” Taehyung groaned, squatting beside Jimin and running a hand through his hair.

As classes were letting out, you were packing up your stuff as Jihyo approached you.

“Want to get something to eat on the way home?” she asked curiously. “There’s a new sweet place that opened up like two blocks from us.”

“Uhhhhh, yeah sure.” You replied. “But I’m going to assume that I’ll be the one ordering again?” Jihyo grinned a bit.

“How else are you going to master your Korean? You’re improving really well, this should be easy.”

“But last time I asked him if I could buy…what was it?”

“Raw squid with chocolate sprinkles.” Jihyo sighed. “How’d you even mess that one up? That doesn’t even sound like any sweet in the dictionary.”

“I was nervous!” You replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “If you keep teasing me, I won’t offer to pay!!” Jihyo grinned, walking out the door with you. When you opened it, you saw Taehyung standing at the door. You noticed Dahyun standing behind him, she was much shorter then he was, her head poking out from under his elbow. She looked annoyed, waiting for him to move. Jihyo took your shoulder, and you felt yourself step back. He dug in his pocket, grumbling to himself. It took a moment, but he pulled out a coin from his pocket. Then he grabbed your hand.

“Hey!” You gasped, looking up at him. “What are you-“He pressed the coin into your palm, making you hesitant.

“For the lemonade..” he said simply. You felt your cheeks heat up just a little bit.

“Wha- No, you didn’t have to pay me back, I-“ Taehyung scoffed.

“God just accepts it, okay?” he asked. Taehyung, still holding your hand. “Just take it…” his free hand took your fingers into his, his touch now gentle. He closed your hand into a fist and patted it. You glanced up at him, cheeks tinted red. He wasn’t looking at you now, his lips brought together in a slight pout. “…Kay, bye.” He said, finally letting go of your hand and turning on his heel to walk away. You, Jihyo, and Dahyun looked down the hall to see him go, hands once against stuffed in his pockets. Surprised, you looked down at your hand, opening it to see that it was a bit red where he pressed the coin into your palm. You blushed, even more, closing your palm again.

“…I knew you liked him!!” Dahyun said.

“Dahyun, shut it! You’re insane!” Jihyo said. You chose to ignore the duo, who kept arguing about you and your feelings for the bad boy.

If only you knew which side you were on, then maybe you could shut them up.

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Obsession

Part 2 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung | Raeder

Genre: Slow burning romance/ Maybe, light smut. 

Warning: stalking, mentions of drug use and alcohol 

Description: Kim Taehyung fell madly in love with you, or so he calls it love. You tell him over and over that you have a boyfriend but he is not willing to give you up so easily to someone that he knows doesn’t love you. 

Authors note: So I actually feel like this story might be good, gives me the motivations to continue to write it. Im very sad becuase i love Mark but someone needs to be the bad guy here :”(( Thank you for giving it Notes I appreciate it. Please continue reading Part 2 of Obsession!!!

You never left his mind. Always being a thought in the back of his head, his mind had been corrupted by the thoughts of you. Since the first day his eyes fell on you from the coffee shop he always looked for ways to be able to talk to you. His heart sped up when he saw you walk in through the double doors. Your eyes looking soft and filled with joy. A smile always appearing on your face. Sometimes he would notice that your lips were chap and he wished to be able to do something but he stayed behind the counter admiring your  beauty from afar. He never knew how it happened but he found himself looking at the door when ever he would hear the jingle of the bell that hung from the door. Slowly he had made his way into your life. He had become a part of your everyday life. You would feel something missing if you didn’t visit him in the coffee shop sometimes or never receiving a message from him. Then one day he saw you. Not in your soft warm sweatshirts and scarfs or your tight skinny jeans with your comeback boots, he saw you but in a slim fitting black dress that hugged your curves and showed off everything. You looked hot and his breath had caught up in his throat. His heartbeat could be heard from miles away, but then he saw him. How his hand went and cupped your butt giving it a light squeeze and you giggled and kissed him. His hand then rested on your back while you continued to talk to the people before you. Taehyung could feel his blood run cold. He wanted you to kiss him like that, feed him the attention he so desired, but in  your eyes you could only ever see him as a boy who worked in a coffee shop and nothing else.

It necessarily didn’t make him mad, he was aware of the fact that you could never show desire to want him and that pained him but he fooled himself thinking that maybe you would be able to fall for him like he had been falling for you. He couldn't do anything, just watch from afar and smile to himself whenever he saw you smile, he could not go over and talk to you, he would have to wait for you to come over and notice him. Taehyung felt like a princess waiting, And all throughout the night he waited. Waited until dawn when the sun started to come out, the cold breeze flowing nicely in the morning. Everyone leaving and the people that worked there cleaning after them. Taehyung slowly made his way towards your small table that had been filled with cups of alcohol, You laid next to your drunken friend that had her arms loosely around your waist, your boyfriend no where to be seen. In Taehyung’s mind he thought that you should have been home already or that at least your boyfriend should be here. His hand trailed up to remove the small lock that had fallen in front of your face. Your beauty was endless. “Hey..” Taehyung cooed softly shaken you a little. “Silly, you got to get home.” his boxy smile appearing while you whined shaking your head and nuzzling your nose into your friends neck. Taehyung’s head shot up as he heard foot steps and soft voices talking. “..I'll see  you tomorrow? yeah?” As Taehyung heard the soft voice, he noticed the long figure looming over the girl that had her dress rising up her thighs. His hand placed on her waist while the other one rising up her chin.  “Mmmhmm okay” the other girl respond's back with a teasing smile. The taller figure pushes himself off her walking towards the table where you lay. His eyes trail up to you and Taehyungs hands that still lay on your shoulder. His eyebrow raises. “I'm waking her up. she needs to go home” Taehyung’s words are calm and work like. “She has me I can take her home.” he swiftly moves and replaces her hands and picking her up bride style. “Hey baby, ready to go home?” His voice is honey sweet and she nods smiling towards him. Taehyung is left there in the dark while the shining start that had made his heart beat ten times faster walks away in the hands of someone who doesn't cherish her. His attention is turned back towards the other girl, he still needs to do his job and with as much sweetness he can manage he shakes the women awake and asks “may I get you a cab miss?”

Months pass, Taehyung thought that you would somehow leave his mind but ‘oh boy’ was he wrong. Every time that he thought that you left his mind something would remind him of you. The soft smell of chocolate triggered his mind into thinking about you. The mentions of your favorite artist made him say “Oh Y/N likes there music.” His friends slowly becoming tired of his never ending speeches about how cute you were when you had your nose stuck in a book. Or how today you looked extra cute. That night of the party he saw your boyfriend again and he knew him. His name, what year he was in, sports that he played. Everything. Part of him was very glad that Mark was here, because that meant you were also going to be here. The other part of him was not so happy because then you wouldn’t even notice Taehyung. He leaned closed, his eyes roaming around where your boyfriend was. He saw his hands snake around a small waist that definitely didn’t belong to you. He finally noticed that your so called boyfriend was surrounded by girls, Mark leaned against the countertop. Eyes roaming over every girl that was throwing themselves at him, he bit his lip imagining all the things that these girls would be able to do. Never did he notice how Taehyung was now behind him acting as if he was serving himself a drink.  Mark’s friend next to him shouted over the blaring music ‘Dude you shouldn't do this, you have a girlfriend‘ he didn't sound all that sincere when he said. ‘Oh come on dude, she’s just someone to have fun with.’ he laughed. ‘she’s great in bed I will admit that’ that was what made Taehyung make that phone called. Explain his feeling towards you, in hopes that you would understand.  He was a bit tipsy, maybe that was why he felt like he could make the world his. The air that hit his face gave him the sensation he needed. The adrenaline made his feel like he was able to do anything and everything, but one thing was for sure his feelings were real and no other person would be able to say otherwise. 

Well dressed and in a luxuries car Taehyung drives towards your school, planning on inviting you to a date. Walking up to the office he asks for you and they inform him that you left. Going into panic mode he walks out and down the steps,  Walking around your school, he searches, looking at every face that passes by. Not being able to find you, he begins to worry. The only way he thought that he would be able to calm down his anxiety is by hearing your soothing voice, he dial your number. ‘I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service.’ Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow and he dials again, the female voice repeating herself once more.  Walking up to your friend from the coffee shop he asked her if she could give him your number again. She denied him the first time but being a gentlemen really helped him out. She started to warm up to him instead of giving him the cold shoulder, and with a few sweet words she had fallen for Taehyung and his good looks. Finally she caved in and handed over your phone number, he dialed your new number feeling the pit of his stomach clench. ‘Why didn’t she give me her new number? She hasn't been going to the coffee shop for a while either. Oh No! I sacred her away’ his head was being filled with horrible thoughts that he didn't want to admit. Finally your voice came through, he sighted in relif and he looked up to the baby blue sky. Finally catching his breath he said, 

“Hey..”

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by Vodacious1

Are you an passionate writer or reader of fanfics? Would you like to learn how to build credible, enticing romance? or would you want your readers to squirm in their seats? Join the BTS FANCTION BOOTCAMP to ramp up your skills.

You can join me on twitter or here on ao3.

I look forward to working with you.

Words: 397, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Read When Bored

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Everyone, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Original Character(s), All ships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Educational, Fanfiction, Safewords, Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Action, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Original Character(s)

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BTS FANFICTION BOOTCAMP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf

by Vodacious1

Are you an passionate writer or reader of fanfics? Would you like to learn how to build credible, enticing romance? or would you want your readers to squirm in their seats? Join the BTS FANCTION BOOTCAMP to ramp up your skills.

You can join me on twitter or here on ao3.

I look forward to working with you.

Words: 397, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Read When Bored

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Everyone, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Original Character(s), All ships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Educational, Fanfiction, Safewords, Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Action, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Original Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf

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BTS FANFICTION BOOTCAMP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf

by Vodacious1

Are you an passionate writer or reader of fanfics? Would you like to learn how to build credible, enticing romance? or would you want your readers to squirm in their seats? Join the BTS FANCTION BOOTCAMP to ramp up your skills.

You can join me on twitter or here on ao3.

I look forward to working with you.

Words: 397, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Read When Bored

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Everyone, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Original Character(s), All ships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Educational, Fanfiction, Safewords, Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Action, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Original Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf

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by Vodacious1

Are you an passionate writer or reader of fanfics? Would you like to learn how to build credible, enticing romance? or would you want your readers to squirm in their seats? Join the BTS FANCTION BOOTCAMP to ramp up your skills.

You can join me on twitter or here on ao3.

I look forward to working with you.

Words: 397, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Read When Bored

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Everyone, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Original Character(s), All ships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Educational, Fanfiction, Safewords, Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Action, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Original Character(s)

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BTS FANFICTION BOOTCAMP

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf

by Vodacious1

Are you an passionate writer or reader of fanfics? Would you like to learn how to build credible, enticing romance? or would you want your readers to squirm in their seats? Join the BTS FANCTION BOOTCAMP to ramp up your skills.

You can join me on twitter or here on ao3.

I look forward to working with you.

Words: 397, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Read When Bored

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok/Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin/Kim Taehyung/Min Yoongi/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Everyone, Kim Taehyung | V/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Everyone, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Original Character(s), All ships - Relationship

Additional Tags: Educational, Fanfiction, Safewords, Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Action, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Original Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iejRZf