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Across the Tracks | KTH

~summary: Don’t cross the tracks. Never once did you question what you had been told your whole life – at least not until a certain boy makes that a bit more difficult...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | drabble

~pairing: taehyung x reader (she/her) ~word count: 7.3k ~dystopian au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, inspired by lady and the tramp ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: adoption, dystopia, fictional slur, violence, arrest, police brutality, car accidents, near death, swearing

~a/n: the finale has arriiived!! I can’t thank you guys enough for the wonderful comments this series has got, it means so much to me! Please come chat with me about the last chapter🥰and enjoy.. xx

Light streamed into your eyes with the click of the van door opening, but that wasn’t what you flinched back from. It was futile to try and escape the controllers grasp though, and you were soon being tugged out and towards the front gate of a large, grey building.

On the short journey, you had managed to control your tears and your shaking, but your knees felt weak again as you stared up at the looming building.

Your eyes hadn’t even roamed its whole front when a beeping sounded, large black doors grating open before the entrance swallowed you whole.

Taehyung’s fingers trailed over the small metal barriers around every tree he passed. Who put fences around trees?

Huffing, he whirled around for the fifteenth time, ignoring the ache growing in his feet. Surely he should be near your area soon? The problem was, all the houses over here looked the same. Same neat lawns, same cute little window boxes, same front doors-

And a man leaving his front door. Someone he recognised.

“Hey!”

The guy started, alarm taking over his features as he saw the ragged boy barrelling towards him.

“Aren’t you-“ Seokjin spoke as Taehyung slowed in front of him, “what are you doing here? Stay away!”

“Listen-“ Tae panted, holding up his hands, “it’s about Y/N.”

Clattering shut behind you, the door remained steadfast in the face of your pleas.

“I have papers, I promise! I’m adopted by a Mr and Mrs-“

“Spare us the story, we’ll see what happens when we look up your name in the system,” the controller cut you off, not even looking your way as the key clanked in the lock.

“No-“ you clutched at the bars, “they gave me this – mother and father – when I got my papers. I’m not lying!”

Fishing your bracelet, the symbol of your adoption, from your pocket, you held it up-

Only for it to be snatched straight from your fingers. Yelping, you lunged for it back, but the controller held it out of reach.

“Might as well just admit to stealing this,” they smirked, “sentence is the same for strays either way.”

Words could barely form as you gaped, outraged.

“S-stealing?!” you spluttered, “but- that’s mine!”

“Sure it is.”

Losing the patience to hear you out, the controller was already walking away, your bracelet slipping into their pocket.

Jaw slack in disbelief, you stayed on the spot even as they left your line of sight. It wasn’t until the sting in your eyes became unbearable, vision fuzzing, that you clamped your mouth shut to bite down on your lip.

Slowly, you turned inwards to face the rest of the cell.

The other residents looked as shocked as you, staring back.

Hurriedly blinking, you were surprised to find you recognised some of them.

Voice cautious, Namjoon stepped towards you first.

“Y/N?”

“Namjoon?” you whispered, not trusting your voice at a higher volume, “what are you doing here?”

Looking around him, you found the mysterious Yoongi eyeing you. Beside him stood Jimin, with a boy you didn’t recognise.

“They caught onto us stealing the medical supplies,” Namjoon sighed heavily, wandering the few paces to the edge of the cell as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry…” you winced.

“It’s alright,” he shrugged, looking around, “looks like they had a field day today, half the city’s in here.”

“Our half of the city,” Yoongi spoke drily for the first time.

“But what can everyone have done so wrong?” you frowned. Turning around, even among only those cells that were visible from here, you could easily see they were as packed as yours.

“Exist.”

The small voice came from the boy you hadn’t met.

“This is Jungkook,” Jimin nodded to you, “he was… staying at the restaurant with me. They found out.”

At your puzzled look, he sighed.

“They don’t take too kindly to anyone not paying rent. Any strays,” Jimin scowled darkly.

Pressing your lips together, you were at a loss with what to say. Silence falling stiffly over the group of you again, Jimin sat back onto the small bench fixed to the wall. Following suit, you sunk with your back against the bars, lungs deflating.

“It’s alright,” Namjoon’s hand landed on your shoulder, sending a grimace your way, “we’ve all been in here at some point. Well, all except one,” he added with a chuckle.

“…who?” you enquired.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi chipped in.

“Oh.” You cast your eyes down.

“Wasn’t he with you?” Jimin frowned.

You grimaced.

“Yeah, he was… but I- I lost him.”

“Just like him,” Jimin chuckled. Despite his mirth, you were only confused. “I thought something might be different this time,” he carried on, “but I guess some never change.”

“What are you talking about?” you insisted.

“Well…” Yoongi slid down where he sat, scratching at his ear, “don’t take this the wrong way, but Tae often has girls around, if you catch my drift. I thought you’d know that.”

He looked genuinely curious, tilting his head in the face of your bafflement.

“No.” you spoke. “I had no idea.”

Seokjin had been staring at him wordlessly for a disconcertingly long time. Taehyung was about to open his mouth again when the other man exploded, arms flying as he yelled, making Tae jump back.

“You did WHAT? HOW- HOW DARE YOU?! YOU JUST LEFT HER-“

“I never meant to!”

“-you should have brought her STRAIGHT BACK HERE-“

“She can choose what she wants to do!”

“She should have stayed well away from you! I can’t believe y- I hope you’re happy now-“

“Of course I’m not!” Taehyung pleaded, “just – please – just get her family to call the station and get her out of there.”

Seokjin’s ears were practically glowing red, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily.

“I will,” he snapped, “but you had better stay away from now on, okay? You’re nothing but trouble.”

Taehyung chewed at the inside of his cheek, heart sinking. Eventually he lowered his head, nodding.

“I will.”

“Are you really licensed, though?” Jungkook asked, steering the conversation back to safer territory after the earlier revelation.

You nodded mutely.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, then,” Namjoon assured you, “they’ll see it on the system and have your family pick you up.”

“What about you?” you looked up then, at all of them.

Exchanging glances with the others, Jimin was the one to reply.

“We’ll figure out something. Maybe if Taehyung wants to show his face sometime, we’ll get out-“

Cutting himself off mid-giggle, he seemed to realise the risky topic he had just breached again. Nonetheless, it peaked your interest.

“Why would Taehyung help?”

“He knows every trick in the book,” Yoongi scoffed, “always manages to get away. Saved us from a lot of trouble, too.”

Simply nodding, you returned your gaze to the floor again when a sharp blow knocked you forwards.

Righting yourself hastily, you found the controller from earlier unlocking the door and throwing it open.

“Miss L/N, we found your file, follow me.”

Startled, it took you a moment before you kicked your body into action, stiffly standing with one more look back at the others. As the bars closed, this time separating you from them, you could only offer them a grimace and a small wave as you were led away.

But soon enough, you were occupied with different concerns.

At the end of the corridor, Sarah was waiting for you. Glaring at you from the moment you came into view, her severe expression twisted your stomach with dread. You forced yourself to keep walking, despite your legs protesting as if you were wading through treacle to meet your fate.

Piercing eyes trained on you to the last moment, she finally turned on her heel, nodding briefly to the controller before walking away. Hurrying to follow, your heart jittered at her silence. You knew you were still in trouble.

Huge globs of water spattered harshly against the windows of the summer house. This small building in your garden wasn’t built for the cold, and if you thought you had had it bad in the back room, it was ten times worse locked up in here.

All you could do was huddle away from the rattling windows and bunch the thin blanket around your shoulders as a meagre shield against the wind. Rubbing your fingers together despite the fact feeling was rapidly draining from them, you stared out into the darkness between you and your house.

The lights streaming from the windows looked so warm, you could almost imagine some phantom of heat wrapping itself around you.

But in the jumble of other thoughts in your head, you couldn’t focus and it would soon fade.

Jostling the blanket around you once again, you were alerted to a movement at the side of your house. Sitting straighter, you squinted into the night as two shapes grew closer.

A breath left you as you recognised them.

Rushing forwards and letting the blanket flutter onto your makeshift bed, you dropped to your knees in front of a window. The door was locked, but the windows would crack open a few inches. Following your lead, Jin and Hoseok sat down cross-legged on the porch, pushing down the hoods of the coats they were wearing.

You knew Sarah had left the key hanging from the doorknob, but it would be best to leave it locked so as not to risk any more punishments.

Through the raindrops clinging to the glass, you could see the cautious looks on their faces, sympathetic smiles as they tried to look reassuring.

“Y/N, aren’t you cold in there?” Hoseok frowned.

“It’s not too bad,” you lied, “thanks for coming to see me.”

At the sight of your friends, an unexpected lump was welling up in your throat and you surreptitiously swiped at your eyes.

“Y/N, we’re so sorry about what happened,” Jin was saying, “but it wasn’t your fault. They shouldn’t be keeping you out here.”

“When mother and father come back, it should be okay,” you sighed. Folding your arms against the windowsill, you rested your cheek on them.

“Well, if you want to come and stay with one of us, I’m sure you’d be very welcome,” Jin assured, “even if it’s just until then. You know how my parents are fond of you.”

Hoseok nodded vigorously.

“Thank you,” you said earnestly, “I’ll have to think about it. Just- so much happened, and I don’t know what I’m thinking anymore.”

“That’s understandable,” Jin smiled, looking like he didn’t understand at all.

“At least you have a story to tell!” Hoseok changed tack, and you couldn’t stop yourself smiling, dry laugh falling from your lips.

“Yeah, I got thrown in jail, I’m sure everyone would be thrilled to hear that,” you scoffed.

“It isn’t your fault,” Jin insisted, “I knew Taehyung was bad news…“

You stayed silent, biting your lip. Though you knew you shouldn’t, you almost wanted to defend him. He had changed your entire view of where you were, opened your eyes on the short adventure.

The conversation swiftly moved on, your friends dancing around your ordeal, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed by it. Talking to them brought some comfort, some familiarity that you needed right now.

Eventually, the night had worn colder and you insisted that they get home, especially considering Hoseok was practically falling asleep on Jin’s shoulder.

Giving a small wave as best you could through the minute gap in the window, you watched them stand up and leave, huddling under their coats again to step out into the rain. But barely three paces away, they stopped again.

With a frown, you sat up, trying to make out what was going on from their illuminated silhouettes. It was then that you could make out the shape of another person.

Even obscured as he was by your friends standing between you, it was clearly Taehyung. Your chest felt tight, not knowing what to feel on seeing him again. There was an undercurrent as you looked at him, some bitterness knowing what you did now.

But you wanted to see him again.

“Taehyung?” you called.

The three men all spun to look at you. With a glance between them, Hoseok and Jin started warily forwards to within earshot again. Hanging back, Taehyung waited with his hands folded, fingers fidgeting as he looked between each of you.

Hoseok fixed him with a glare while Jin walked right up to you, crouching so he could speak through the window, voice low enough that the others couldn’t hear.

“If you don’t want him here, Y/N, we can easily get rid of him.”

“No,” you shook your head firmly, “I want to talk to him. Thank you, though.”

Despite his uneasy look, he nodded slowly. Sharply inhaling, he turned back to Taehyung. Without a word, he led Hoseok away, although the two of them sent glares enough for Tae to turn his eyes down to his feet, bobbing his head to them.

When they reached the corner of your house, Tae deemed them far enough away to approach you.

Steeling yourself with a breath, you stayed in place as he pushed his hair out of his face. It was soaking wet, plastering itself to his forehead and sticking up in various directions after he slicked it back. His skin glistened with rain too, and he shook his head lightly to rid himself of some.

“Hey pidge…” he panted, finally sitting down opposite you.

“Hey,” you choked out.

“Listen,” he leaned his elbows on his knees, hands spread open, imploring you, “I’m really sorry for what happened. I thought you were right behind me, and when I saw that you weren’t… well…”

“Thank you for helping me before,” you kept your voice level, “and trying to get me back home, but-but being taken by the controllers-“

“But you’re back now!” his grin showed itself again, “they would never hurt a cute thing like you.”

“A ‘cute thing’ like me?!” you exclaimed, “Tae, I was so frightened! A-and what does it matter, when your friends are still in that awful place? Or do you not care as long as it’s not you in there?”

“Pidge, listen, they’ll be alright, it’s you I was worried about. I swear I never meant to lose you.”

“Like I said before,” you sniffed, “I appreciate you helping me. But if that’s all-“

“Pidge!”

You stared back at his desperate eyes through the flecks of rain on the glass. The ache in your heart wouldn’t let you break away from his wide, pleading eyes.

“Pidge, please,” he begged, shuffling closer, “don’t be like this. Don’t shut me out-“

“And why not?” you swallowed against your voice as it threatened to spill over in tears, “did any of it even mean anything to you?”

“What do you mean, pidge, of course I-“

“Your friends told me all about you. They said I was just another girl to chuck away-“

“No,” his palms pressed together, beseeching, “I’ve been with people before, that doesn’t make you any less special.”

When he broke off, you found no words to speak. Your mind was wrapping around itself as he let out a rough breath, raking a hand through his saturated hair.

When he fixed his eyes on you again, he held them intently.

“I know we’re from two different worlds, but… I didn’t want to let you go. I still don’t. You’re the first person I’ve wanted to chase so bad, and I just- I can’t accept letting you go so easily. I know things can be different, and I want them to be, pidge. I want to make it happen, and I want to make it happen with you.”

As his words washed over you, tears burned unbidden in your eyes. You could barely breathe as he spilled his heart out for you.

Letting his words hang between you once he stopped, he watched you for a reaction.

And you realised as you looked back that his eyes were filled for the first time with fear.

“Okay…” you breathed, cursing yourself at the first word to escape your mouth. Taehyung was still hanging on your every word, and he didn’t look too encouraged by that opener. You tried again. “I… want you too, Taehyung. But I don’t know how we can be together.”

You shared a sigh.

“That’s all I needed to hear, pidge.”

“But right now, I need some time,” you continued, ignoring the way your heart squeezed as his face fell, “and I think you should go.”

He gulped, but nodded, accepting his fate with downturned eyes.

“O-okay. I’ll… see you, then.”

As he stood up silently, you clamped your lower lip hard between your teeth. He walked slowly, but didn’t look back. As carefully as you could, you pulled the window shut, fingers now almost fully numb.

You couldn’t even lift yourself from the floor so you pushed yourself back and away from the window, watching him go with a growing weight in your chest.

He rounded the corner, out of sight, but you stayed where you were. Blankly staring across the garden, the dark stayed still for a short while, besides the rain still streaking through the air. At some point, Sarah’s children must have gone to sleep because the only light coming from the house was now from her bedroom.

A shape darted across the single ray of light.

Blinking, you shifted slightly, some stupid hope rousing within you that it was Taehyung. He hadn’t left very long ago – maybe he had come back?

But as you located the new person, to your alarm you found it wasn’t anyone you knew. In fact, they seemed to be utterly unaware of your presence as they jogged around the edge of the house, looking up at it, all the while clutching at a backpack slung over their shoulder.

Taken aback, you didn’t move for too long, simply watching as the person doubled back around the corner. Their hand was covering something tucked into a pocket.

It was when they stopped, both hands gripping the pipe that ran down the wall, that you finally found your feet.

Eyes widening, you crossed to the door of the summer house, bashing your palm against the window as the figure began to climb.

“Hey!” you yelled, but they only moved faster, looking around in alarm.

Not ceasing in your shouting, you hammered on the door intermittently with rattling the doorknob. Of course it didn’t give way, sending you further into panic, throwing your whole weight against the door when you saw the thief climb higher.

They had made it to the upstairs window. Your brother’s room.

Yelling with all your might now, you frantically bashed at the door. They were getting in! The window wasn’t locked, and the thief had no trouble lifting it open.

Just as they swung their first leg over the sill, footsteps thundered closer. In an instant, Taehyung stood in front of you, breathless.

“What’s going on?”

“A thief, a thief!” you shouted through the glass, pointing urgently at the window.

Spinning, Taehyung immediately found the threat.

“Shit- what do we- how do I-“

“The key!” you exclaimed, quickly hurrying on at his confused expression, “the key, it’s just there-“

While you struggled to point to the doorknob, Taehyung thankfully understood and quickly dived for it, shoving it into the lock. The moment it clicked open, you dashed out, not slowing once as you sprinted to your house.

The thief was now inside, and you wasted no time throwing the back door open, taking the stairs three at a time with Tae hot on your tail. Over the hammering of your feet down the hall, you could hear a crashing from your brother’s room.

Without a second of hesitation, you were inside, luckily finding the thief throwing drawers across the floor in their hunt for whatever they wanted – nowhere near your brother.

Even so, you launched yourself at them, seeing their eyes widen as you crashed against them bodily, shoving them further from your brother. All the noise had woken him, and his screaming joined the ruckus at the same moment Tae joined your fight.

Catching the thief from behind, Tae pulled them backwards in a headlock, grunting as they struggled, face scrunched up.

Meanwhile, you were frantically trying to grab them, to stop their arm that was clawing at Tae.

But you had left yourself vulnerable. Before you could blink, the sole of a shoe booted firmly into your stomach, sending you backwards, lungs suddenly parched of air. Free of you now that you were gasping some distance away on the floor, your opponent dropped their weight, escaping Tae’s grip.

Grappling to tackle them again, Tae was too late to stop the thief turning around. But it wasn’t just fists he had to deal with now. Struggling up from the floor, trying to heave air into your lungs, you caught sight of a silver glint as the thief pulled it from their pocket.

“Tae!” you tried to yell, but could only manage a wheeze.

Instead, you settled for dashing towards them again, but you were too late. The knife escaped your grasp and Tae cried out in pain, the two tumbling to the floor, catching the curtain at the same time, fabric cascading over them as the rail crashed down.

Not giving up, you pulled at the attacker before they could raise the knife a second time, succeeding in dragging them backwards. But they used your momentum, throwing you off them and into the dresser, sending you sprawling with it onto the carpet.

You had no time to extricate yourself before your opponent was back at the window, only just evading a dive from Taehyung as they abandoned ship and fled.

Tripping over the dresser in your haste, you started towards Taehyung. You couldn’t help but notice the hand pressed to his thigh.

Only you never made it another step.

The crack of a gunshot cut through the air.

Instantly crouching, hands thrown over your head, you didn’t initially spot who had fired. The first place your eyes travelled was to Tae, also ducked down, but otherwise unharmed.

Whirling towards the door, your heart dropped through the floor at the sight that met you. Sarah stood in the doorway, illuminated from behind. And in her hand, the gun.

Open mouthed, you stepped forward as she crossed towards the crib, your brother’s wails having doubled in volume since she had fired.

“Get away from him!” you begged.

But her gun was trained on you, and all you could do was send panicked stares between Tae and your baby brother.

“Who are you?” Sarah’s voice was high, wavering wildly as she turned the gun to Tae.

“No!” you rushed forwards, only to be stopped again as the barrel locked onto you once more.

Eyes wide and nostrils flaring, Sarah looked between the two of you, frozen in the wreckage of the room.

“Don’t you know how dangerous these people are?” she hissed, spit flying from her quivering lips.

“No, Sarah- you don’t understand-“ you held your hands up, pleading.

She was having none of it. Marching forwards, you let out a whimper as the barrel pressed briefly against you before she had you in her grasp. Wrestling you back by your shoulder, the pistol’s aim returned to Tae as the distance between you grew.

“Get over there. Hands up,” Sarah spoke, voice calmer now she had Tae at the other end of a gun. Gesturing with it, she pointed Tae in the direction of the wardrobe set into the wall.

Locking eyes with you where you were held in a vice beside Sarah, he silently obeyed.

Sidling through the door without a word, he disappeared from view, making your heart constrict in your chest. With sudden and alarming ferocity, Sarah barged forwards, slamming the door on him. Grabbing the nearest piece of felled furniture, she shoved it roughly against the door.

“Don’t you dare move, boy,” she hissed, “you’ll never see the outside of jail after this.”

But as you opened your mouth to protest, her grip was back on you, yanking you backwards, heels clunking down the stairs as you scrabbled for purchase. With brutal speed, she had reached the rarely used cellar door, managing to rip it open.

And just like that, your back was hitting the dusty floor, another slam ricocheting through the space, lock clicking before you could make it to your feet to pound against the door.

Sarah’s footsteps had long gone. Instead, the muffled sound of her speaking leaked through the door.

She was going to hand Taehyung to the controllers.

Letting your fists fall limply at your sides, your forehead fell against the door as you caught your breath. Sarah wasn’t going to pay any attention to you, no matter how much noise you could make. You had to come up with something else.

Turning your back on the incomprehensible babbling of Sarah on the phone and the screaming of your brother upstairs, you faced the towers of junk in the cellar. You had never been in here much, but you were fairly sure…

Skirting around stacks of things in the dark, inevitably sending some scattering across the floor, you hurried to get to the opposite wall.

Finally it seemed you had found it. Squeezed between teetering boxes with coats slung over the top, your fingers found a wooden surface above your head. Pushing up, it gave way until the clack of a lock stopped you, only a tiny crack of light falling over your face.

But the doors were clearly old and you persevered, jumping up and down to jostle them. They were certainly opening more than before, but you could now make out a chain linking the two trapdoors. It jangled as you shoved at your only exit, until another sound grew, filling the night and drowning out your own struggle.

A siren.

The faint crunch of tyres on the road accompanied what you recognised as the controllers’ vehicle through sound alone, confirmed by flashes of orange light that briefly illuminated the other side of the doors. You were already panting from exertion as it pulled up at the front of your house.

But you didn’t let up.

The sirens shut off. Soon enough you had kicked over the stack of boxes, tentatively stepping up onto the lower two to continue your struggle.

But it wasn’t necessary.

Your heart leapt in your chest when you heard two familiar voices nearby.

“What if it’s dangerous?”

“Then Y/N will be in danger too!”

“Wait. What’s that noise?”

“Jin!” you called out through the gap, “Hoseok! Over here!”

A moment later two pairs of feet were slapping against the ground, drawing nearer until they fell in the thin gap you could see through the doors. Soon, Jin’s face filled the central space, squinting into the darkness.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“Quick, help me get out of here,” you urged, leaving his question unanswered.

Not seeming to mind, the two boys’ fingers were quickly hooked over the edges of the doors. Jin unwound the chain that had been stopping you and the trapdoors fell open at last. Each taking an arm, your friends hoisted you out of the cellar. Now they didn’t want to wait any longer for explanation.

“One of my dads saw a burglar jumping from your window,” Hobi was talking immediately, “we came straight to check, but we saw the controllers are here. Did something happen?”

“A burglar broke in, yes,” you were tripping over your words, “but Tae let me out of the shed and helped me, we tried to get rid of them, only, they ran away but then Sarah came in and now she’s calling the controllers for him. And he hasn’t done anything! We need to stop them!”

And with that, you set off for the front of the house.

A bewildered look shot between your friends behind you, before they took off on your tail.

“Y/N!” Jin called, “what are you doing? Are you crazy?”

Catching your hand, he stopped you just behind the corner of your house.

“What?” you tried to pull away.

“What’s got into you!” he gestured wildly, “those are the controllers. We stay away from them.”

“But Tae-“

“Y/N, you need to think about this. You’re putting yourself in danger too.”

Next to Jin’s intense stare, Hoseok looked a little more hesitant, gnawing at his lip.

“Y/N…” he spoke quietly, “does he really mean that much to you? After everything that happened?”

You sighed. Maybe you couldn’t quite explain it, but you had to be honest.

“Yes. Yes, he does. And I’m going after him, whether you two come or not.”

Eyes softening, Hoseok nodded. Both of you looked back to Jin, though you couldn’t help your eyes slipping to the side, impatient to help Tae.

Just as the thought ran through your mind, the slam of the front door.

Jin’s hand dropped away from yours, and you shot a panicked look back at him. His lips were pursed, watching the scene warily, but as Tae came into view, stumbling down the front steps with the force the controllers pushed him, hands fastened behind his back, the reality seemed to strike.

You couldn’t wait to check if Jin was following, stepping hurriedly from behind the wall and rushing towards Taehyung. Two sets of footsteps followed behind you.

The sound bringing his attention, you saw Taehyung’s eyes widen as he caught sight of you, but your gaze was broken as a broad-shouldered controller stepped between the two of you. A shout of your name came from the front doorway, where Sarah stood, but you didn’t even acknowledge her.

“Please, you have to let him go!” you pleaded with the indifferent controller.

“Let’s get him moving,” they growled over their shoulder to their colleagues. The lights of the controllers’ vans were practically unheard of in a neighbourhood such as this, and people were beginning to take notice. Curtains were pulled aside, some stepping from their front doors.

“You can’t!” you cried, the gathering crowd doing nothing to deter you, “he hasn’t done anything!”

“Alright miss,” the looming controller held his hands out, “calm down. We’ve been after this one for months.”

“But-“

“Pidge-“ a low warning from Tae was soon cut off as the officer restraining him shoved him forward, knees hitting against the stone path.

“Tae!”

Outraged, you dived for him, not paying any mind to the controllers until large arms were muscling against you, forcing you roughly away as Tae was dragged from the floor. You were flung back unceremoniously, and would have hit the ground too if you didn’t collide with another chest.

Jin’s arms steadied you.

“Don’t touch her,” his firm voice was loud in your ear as he glared up at the controller.

“Why you…”

Turning on him instead, the controller only got those words out before a new voice was cutting through the commotion.

“What’s going on here?”

Whirling around, you found Jin’s mother storming through the still growing crowd, hurrying up the path, his father not far behind. In shock, her wide eyes moved between her son and the controller berating him.

But as she bustled towards you, Tae was being wrestled further away, a brutal hand forcing his head down and into the waiting car.

“Tae!” you yelled again, ignoring Jin’s parents as you raced towards the gate, ducking under the controller that lunged at you.

But though your feet strove forwards, the engine rumbled, tyres setting into motion. The lights whirred further away, and you couldn’t make it as Tae was ripped away from you…

“Stop!” you were shouting. They had taken him right in front of you! You were so close, eyes fixed on the car, filtering out the shocked spectators who drew away from you, “come back! Please! Tae! No…”

Behind you, Jin’s mother was giving an earful to the controller, his father steadfast beside her as Jin stumbled to meet you.

“Y/N,” his hand landed on your shoulder, light and ready to spring away at any moment, “Y/N, I’m so sorry-“

An ear-splitting screech cut through the cacophony. Eerie silence smothered the scene as a toe-curling crunching filled the air, every eye travelling to the car spiralling across the middle of the road, lights washing like crashing waves over pristine lawns until it ground to a stop.

Gaping, heart in your mouth as you saw the scene unfold, you were the first to recover enough to move. Without your command, your legs were carrying you towards Taehyung. His head emerged in the car window, looking about in alarm. He must have ducked down when they swerved.

Mumbling conversation rushed to your ears again, sparking to life between the onlookers as you finally reached the car, throwing the door open.

“Tae!” you gasped, voice ragged as you pulled him out. Though he looked a little dazed, a soft smile curved his lips as you threw your arms around him. Unable to embrace you in return, he pressed his face into your hair.

“Jin’s explained everything, dear, don’t worry now,” the familiar voice of Jin’s mother approached behind you, “we’ll sort everything out, just-“

“No!”

Silence shot like electricity from the cry. It was Jin, but-

It hadn’t sounded like Jin.

His voice grated with the ferocity of the yell, and you whipped instantly away from Tae, locating your friend.

Only he wasn’t looking at you.

Dread seizing at your being, you dragged your gaze to follow his, looking down the road.

Your throat closed, choking any breath you had been taking.

This time, you found you couldn’t move. Jin’s feet were pounding away on the asphalt, the crowd’s silence not lifting as everyone stared on in horror. Your feet, on the other hand, wouldn’t – couldn’t – move.

Vision funnelling dizzyingly, you watched the stationary figure sprawled on the tarmac.

Your stomach churned, everything lurching sickeningly as you finally persuaded your leaden legs to move, utterly numb as you drew closer, denial running rampant in your mind.

Hoseok lay on the ground, unmoving. There was blood.

That was where the car had swerved. The car. Swerved. Hit him. It must have hit him; look at the way his shirt had torn, pushed along the ground. The way his normally lively eyes were shut in an unusually pale face, arm splayed out at an awkward angle.

“Hoseok…” you tried to say, but not even a whisper made it beyond your lips.

Jin was crouching beside him, saying his name over and over and over… his hand clutching at his friend, pressing at his face, his wrist. Commotion had returned at some point to the street around you, but you could barely hear it, locked in place.

The world shifted around you, people moving, noises and shouts and more sirens and hands on your shoulders until your feet moved, but you could only stare at your friend.

He had done this for you. For you and Tae.

Was he even breathing?

You hadn’t even noticed the brimming in your eyes, hardly blinking when it finally cascaded down your cheeks.

Jin’s mother hadn’t let you go back into the same house as Sarah. She had taken you in with her own son, and Tae alongside. You stayed clutching his hand, readily accepting his warm arms.

Despite the uneasy looks from bystanders, and Jin’s parents themselves, he had stayed by your side, unusually demure as he thanked the Kims for their generosity.

They let you two keep to yourselves. You could hear through the quiet house though, as you curled into Tae’s chest, the two of you trying to take up as little space on Jin’s bed as you could.

“I can’t believe it! That boy got unlucky with those controllers,” you could tell she was shaking her head.

His mother said this a lot. That they were ‘unlucky’. That the controllers were there to protect them, that their behaviour the night before was out of the ordinary, that you mustn’t worry.

“Maybe they didn’t want to listen to him because he was… well, because of where he’s from,” Seokjin’s reply was cautious, much more muffled than his mother’s assurances, “they didn’t want to listen to me either.”

“Don’t think like that,” his father chided, “it’s understandable given what most of the people there are like. They just made a mistake this once.”

A costly mistake, if it was one.

You closed your eyes.

Trailing back into the room, Jin squeezed onto the other side of the bed, sighing heavily.

None of you slept.

The curtains in Hoseok’s house were closed. Since everything had happened a few days ago, you had only caught a glimpse of his teary-eyed fathers, coming home from the hospital.

They hadn’t spoken to you.

You squeezed Taehyung’s hand tighter as you walked past their home.

Mother and father were coming home today. It had been less than a week, but everything had completely changed since you saw them last.

Not wanting to return until Sarah had gone, you waited with Tae by your garden wall. The place you had been sitting when Taehyung first burst into your life.

While you waited, Tae was… quiet. Noticing the pallor of his downcast face, you ducked your head to catch his eye.

“Tae…” you whispered, “Tae, it’s going to be alright.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, then let out a sigh, “I’m… I’m worried- that- what if- they’re not gonna like me!”

“They will!” you hushed him, smoothing your hands down his cheeks, his hair, “and if they don’t, it doesn’t matter to me. We’ve been through a little too much to let go so easily, don’t you think?”

Turning his honey-eyed gaze back to you, a smile quirked the corner of Tae’s mouth, much to your relief.

“You sure, cub? I know I’m not exactly a fairytale prince-“

“Oh, shush!” you laughed, “I couldn’t wish for anyone else.”

Tightening his grip on your hands, he pulled you against him in lieu of a reply. A kiss landed gently on your crown.

Just then, you became aware of voices floating from the garden.

Twirling from Taehyung’s embrace, though you kept a hold of his hand, you steeled yourself. They were back.

Making your way, with Taehyung in tow, towards the front, you ignored the neighbours peering not-so-subtly out of windows at you and your returning family. As your parents stepped through the gate, they noticed you, but the smiles on their faces dimmed when they found Taehyung beside you.

Their frowns only increased as they noticed the way you ignored Sarah, who stood at the door with her two children, already packed. The moment she spotted your parents, she was ushering the children down the steps without a second glance, making her farewells very brief as she hastened to leave.

“Y/N, dear?” your mother tentatively asked as you moved forward to greet them, “what-?”

“I’d like you to meet Kim Taehyung,” you smiled. Hopefully it came across as a smile, not a grimace. “there’s a lot I have to tell you.”

The grass under you was soft, rejuvenated by the sunlight smiling through the smattering of clouds. Your usual park was empty of any others, save for the four of you.

Yes, four.

Between blades of grass and budding buttercups, Taehyung’s fingers danced across your own where he reclined, eyes creased in hopeless mirth at one of Jin’s jokes. Jin was squeaking at his own joke, definitely getting grass stains on his shirt as he fell back, rolling on the ground.

And opposite you, loud, joyous laugh finally filling the space, was Hoseok. Beside the bench he leaned against, a couple of crutches were stacked, but the cast on his ankle was the only reminder left of the awful price he nearly paid that night.

He wouldn’t be able to have full mobility again for a few more weeks, though, which is why you were still here. This park, the backdrop to so much of your upbringing, was no longer where you belonged.

Knowing its emptiness only owed to it being a school day, that the true children of this side of the tracks would always be above you, tinged it with some bitterness.

This place would always be part of your life, but it was somewhere you wanted to move on from. And after learning from you, protesting against their parents, who, it turned out, all held the same beliefs deep down, Jin and Hoseok also felt the need to make their own way. To seize the life they had never been offered.

The way the neighbours looked at you now had certainly helped persuade your parents that it was time for you to fly the nest. For weeks, your scandal had been the only thing on the lips of the gossip in your neighbourhood.

Of course, you would always come back to visit, and to watch your brother grow, but you were ready for your own life.

With Taehyung at your side, of course.

When Hoseok could walk, you travelled to the tracks together, certainly closer than Jin and Hoseok had been before. There weren’t parks here, so you waited on a dusty corner.

“So the days of living free are behind you, then?”

Turning, you found a grinning Yoongi. Pulling Taehyung into a hug, he patted him on the back.

“I’m still living free,” Tae winked at him, “free to be where I want, with who I want.”

He pulled you into his side as a startled laugh escaped you.

“So cheesy,” Jimin grumbled next, embracing you both all the same.

Namjoon and Jungkook were also introduced. Taehyung so wanted your friends to get along with his, and you were overjoyed to see him grinning the whole time. Just as you suspected, they all fit right in together.

“You’ll come and visit us, right?” you made them promise as you left.

“We’ll join you as soon as we can,” Namjoon assured with a smile.

You weren’t sure if you should feel sad.

Turning your back on the car that pulled away after a brief final wave, you found nothing holding you back. Light as a feather, you raced up the steps, breathless by the time Taehyung reached you. A few strands of his midnight hair fell into his eyes as he laughed at you, that stunning grin lighting up his whole face.

But you were the same, unable to smile any wider.

“Here we go then, pidge,” he spoke, sweeping forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

Grasping your hand, the two of you stepped further onto the platform side by side. Every glance at your wonderful boyfriend showed his exhilarated grin never let up.

The train rolled in, hissing to a stop. For most of the people bustling along the station, it was as ordinary as anything, but you were practically bouncing, eagerly awaiting as the doors groaned open.

No sooner had you stored your small case overhead, Taehyung was tugging your hand. Falling onto his lap, neither of you wasted a moment finding each other’s lips, all smiles and hands on your cheeks and in his hair as the carriage heaved into life.

The tracks whizzed by below you, taking you to a city where they wouldn’t divide you.

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G´day tor-mon, how are you<3? Recommend me your favourite bts!jungkook x reader fics! so I guess its not an au?(no smut✋🚫)

Merry meet, nonnie! I am well, busy and a little stressed because I had a power outage yesterday, but well nonetheless ☺️ I hope you are merry in the holidays (if you celebrate) and are happy and healthy 😄🖤💜

asdfghjkl, my favorite JJK x Reader fics? I have to choose? 😰 *has an existential crisis*

Alright, after some deep reflection, an existential crisis, and fighting the urge to devour these fics again (you have a mission, tor-mon!), I present to you my current favorite JJK fics (this list is only bound to grow). These fics have made me feel so intensely and I think about these fics a lot (an unhealthy amount, probably). I sorted them by genre: fluff to angst to yandere.

tor-mon’s Favorite JJK x Reader Fics

Sugar and Coffee by @jimlingss ➵Fluff, Angst, Slice of Life | slice of life au | pâtisserie school au | enemies to friends to lovers au | Slice of Life series | 23 ch series | 100.5k ➵You are quite the pâtisserie chef, or at least on your way to becoming one, but there’s that one person who always has to complain, Jeon Jungkook. ➵A masterpiece, honestly. I remember cracking up so hard over their competitions, the banter, and dynamics, but nothing beats that one day after the dream... I don’t want to spoil! but I do want to warn that there is a wet dream (not too graphic and it’s not a lot, I promise) somewhere in there, but honestly, it’s so hilarious.

Date in a Box by Jimlingss ➵Fluff | Service Series | oneshot | 9.7k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵If you’re in a hurry then we’re here to help you! Everything you need in a box. Delivery less than five minutes. Upgrade and we can personalize your date even more! Guaranteed 100%! Don’t fret, we’re here. ➵I love the entire Service Series because the concepts are so much fun and they’re hilarious and I love the service descriptions, aka the commercials XD

I Will Not Lose! by Jimlingss ➵Fluff | magic au | oneshot | 6.2k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. ➵It’s fluffy and cute, and it’s got that hint of enemies to lovers, especially with how competitive the mc gets over this bet. And the ending! asdfghjkl ^.^

midas by @gukyi ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | enemies to lovers au | ceo au| magical realism au | oneshot | 32k (gukyi’s summary: ) ➵jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want. (or,) ➵you become Jungkook’s magical babysitter ➵I really love this concept! This fic is what got me looking into magical realism as an entire genre. But also, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers? and from the master of enemies to lovers 🙌🏻

ice prince by gukyi | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Fluff, (very light) Angst | figure skating au | enemies to lovers au | oneshot | 22k ➵Your ice skating partner just had to break his leg right before a big competition and “of all people on this godforsaken Earth, you’ve been re-paired up with Jeon Jungkook, Ice Prince.” ➵an axel-lent enemies to lovers :D I love it so much! And I really love Tae and mc’s friendship and all those icebreaker questions ☺️

if i told you by gukyi ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | friends to lovers au | college au | oneshot | 22k ➵Jeon Jungkook is a broke college student, so to pay off his debt, he sells himself as the perfect boyfriend. If only you weren’t a broke college student either, then maybe you could buy yourself a date with Jungkook. ➵The mc is so not what I expected, (no spoilers!) all I will say is that I really love how supportive she is. I also love how close they are and this Jungkook is too fluffy and cute! ^.^

a moonlight melody by gukyi | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 ➵Fluff, Soft Angst | fake dating au | orchestra au | vacation au | duology | 50k ➵Your best friend has pranked you too many times and you’ve done nothing about it, because you, quite frankly, suck at pranking. As such, Jungkook ➵This is so soft and magical and sweet and soft ☺️ and did I mention soft? but also all those memes! There is so much good and wholesome and hilarious dynamics in here! This is the kind of fic that makes me wish I had a big friend group to do crazy stuff like this (but I hear you have to leave your house and, like, socialize??)

Down With The Ship by @tatastaetae | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 ➵Fluff, Angst | pirate au | trilogy | 25.4k ➵ You board a ship to escape forced love; but you join a pirate crew to fall into the arms of your only true and constant love: the sea. (or, tatastaetae’s summary: ) ➵Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall. ➵Very very fluffy! I love the adventure and the antics and I still want to know what’s in that soup, Jin! But that ending, holy heck, I didn’t see it coming and I just malfunctioned and stared at my wall in shock for who knows how long, and I just love tatastaetae’s fluffy writing which always somehow wrecks my soul! ^.^

His Name by @jimlingss ➵Angst | multiple personality au | 8 part series | 52.4k ➵Jeon Jungkook has multiple personalities and gaps in his memory. It’s your job to treat him and perhaps help him remember his past... ➵This is the first bts fic I ever read (a special thanks to Nani for reccing it ☺️) and so it holds a special place in my black heart, especially because I sobbed so hard at 3 in the morning and my mind was stuck on this for days

Gravity by @donewithjeon | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | ‘90s au | oneshot | 29k ➵Time can bring you together, but Time can also push you apart; will you and Jungkook be able to fight the distance and Time to stay together, or were you always meant to only share this descent to earth for just a moment, always meant to eventually drift apart? ➵I am a wimp when it comes to Time, but does that stop me from reading fics that exploit that weakness? nope! That last train scene destroyed my heart and that entire ending, the acceptance, stabbed me in the heart, for good measure.

written on the sky by @inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | apocalyptic au? | end of the world au | ‘seeking a friend at the end of the world’ au | oneshot | 22k ➵The 60-mile-wide asteroid was supposed to slip by Earth, but it’s a little late to change its course or do anything about it except to prepare for the end. So while you’re waiting for the end, find a friend, someone to hold a hand with at the end of the world. ➵I was sobbing before the fic even finished. The odd thing is that you know the end, but knowing doesn’t prepare you for the feels.

below thunder showers by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵ Angst, lil bits of Fluff | sci-fi au | oneshot | 30k ➵ Yoongi leads Earth, while you lead a withered space station. You go to Earth to settle the tensions that have been brewing between Earth and the space station, and Jeon Jungkook, a broken soldier who holds a deep love for the rain, is there to deliver you. ➵we stan a fellow pluviophile ✊🏻 I am so conflicted over this Min Yoongi >.< but Jungkook is so soft and he really didn’t deserve to live this way :(

first light by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | hotarubi no mori e au | 24.8k (inktae’s synopsis: ) ➵“Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?” “No. For me it’s always quiet.” ➵This fic wrecked me and made me so conflicted >.< I can never forget this fluffy, masked boy who lives in the woods and silence...

the swirling way of stars by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 19k ➵You’re tasked with showing Jeon Jungkook what it’s like to live a completely normal life. ➵It’s just falling in love with life itself, the simple things, and it’s written so magically...how can you not fall in love?

the train of lost souls by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, lil bits of Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 13.6k ➵You have two options when you step on the train: you can live but forget your life, and everyone in your life will forget you, or you can move on and keep your memories for the rest of time. But, how can you choose when part of your soul rests on this train, and the other part longs for someone just out of reach... ➵Once again, I’m a wimp with Time, and the choices really get me thinking...

Pen Pal by @chinkbihh ➵Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Final 1/2 | Final 2/2 ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | murder and crime au | pen pal au | trilogy | 127.3k ➵Warnings: mental disorders (agoraphobia?), yandere, murder (stabbing) ➵You sign up to receive a pen pal and are paired up with an inmate, jungkook. You just wanted to talk to someone who could understand what it’s like to be removed from society, but you just may be getting more than you asked for... ➵I love a good yandere fic, there’s something about a yandere’s demented psychology that calls to me, and it’s always so interesting to see how one yandere differs from another, especially in different scenarios. But please please please read and be mindful of the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

Quarter Quell by chinkbihh ➵Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | +more ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | hunger games au | ongoing ➵You have resigned to your fate as a tribute in the next hunger games when someone from District Two takes an interest in you...a bit too much of an interest, you’d say. ➵I am a little hesitant to rec this because it isn’t finished, but the premise is exciting and I am really amped for the next chapter in this fic, heck yeah! I mean, heck, a yandere hunger games au? let’s go! But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you

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Bonus rec!

I haven’t read this fic, but my friend, Nani, rec’d it to me the other day, and it sounds so exciting :D so I’ll let her tell you about it:

Fan Identity by @tteokggukk ➵Fluff, Crack, Angst | enemies to lovers au | social media au | 37 ch series ➵Influencer!JK is whipped for influencer!reader. Both don’t know they’re interacting with each other on their secret fan accounts. You’re rooting for the two long before they properly meet. But the best part? You’re rooting for their pseudos, Blair Witch and Seagull, as well. ➵I laugh, I pause, I gasp. The conflict between the two mc’s hurt. Honestly, it made the story worth the read.

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Can I also...🥺...may I suggest:

10 Series by @deepdarkdelights | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 | The Reader’s Tea Analysis ➵10 Seconds | 10 Days | 10 Years ➵Horror? | yandere au | Bouquet Series | 10 Series | trilogy | 29.2k ➵You’re just a college student returning home from a late night out trying to finish up your ungodly college work...but “All it took was ten seconds” and well, now, you’re his. ➵How can I not include my favorite yandere writer, the master of yandere, herself? 🥺 I’m only hesitant because you requested no smut and I respect that, but if you are alright with a small smut scene (I promise there’s not too much) or even just skimming/skipping over it, I would highly recommend this series 🙌🏻 The smut scene is in the final installment (10 Years). It’s an all-time favorite from an all-time favorite writer. But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

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Happy reading, carissima! I hope at least one of these fics will become your favorite, too ☺️ Let me know what you think as well after you’ve given the authors some love ☺️

Well met!

your fellow reading monster,

tor-mon 🖤

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Chapter 3 // Masterlist

GENRE: mafia au, fluff, a bit of smut, a smudge of angst if you squint your eyes hard enough, possible fantasy????

WARRNING: description of murder and blood at the end, viewer discretion is advised!!!

SYNOPSIS: A centuries old feud which kept itself silent suddenly ignites once again as two warring gangs face each other for the first time. A family of established immortals who came together after the war, a band of humans who began remembering their past lives and officials breathing down their neck threaten the world once again as fantasy and reality clash in the form of a young man hell bent on being in the lead and a young woman hell bent on ending this meaningless feud. A story will unfold before you now, questioning your morals as well as grinding your nerves to the edge.

“A princess turned assassin?”

“A coward turned prince?”

Who will survive the last wave of this war?

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“I don’t trust them. Why are they here?” Mark spoke as two of Bangtan’s finest sat outside their meeting room with them. “She even killed Jaemin!”

“Shush Mark. She can hear you.” Haechan spoke up, trying to calm his friend down.

The girl in question only observed the two, blinking occasionally to show she was alive. Her back was glued to the wall as she sat on the small bench, Solas by her side observing the commotion inside the NCT dining room. Forcas and Beelzebub were facing two very annoyed individuals, one of them being Johnny who had lost the race to Yeonjun earlier this night.

“She killed our youngest and you want us to work with her?!” Brain was screeching at the two Bangtan men. Both of them sighed thanking every possible Gods out there that Yoongi was not here, or Jongkook. Those two would have lost their temper a long time ago and killed at least half of the house before y/n could stop them. “The fuck do you think we are?! We can take care of our problems by ourselves!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Forcas smirked in amusement. “Then why don’t you do it by not stepping into our territory of business?”

“We do what we have to, and we have similar interests with the Chinese regarding you.” Brain seethed through his teeth.

“Then I guess this conversation is over.” Beelzebub sighed, standing up along with Forcas. “Such a waste of time.”

Solas and Fae noticed the two walking up to them and both stood up catching the two babysitters off guard at the quickness of their movements. Forcas softly smiled at her and placed his hand on her head, a coping method to soothe his anger, and gently patted the younger girl.

“Wait, wait.” The leader of NCT, Lee Taeyong also known as Boss, was quick to stop the group from leaving. “Please excuse my subordinate, his anger keeps talking for him.” The four individuals didn’t seem amused. “I apologize in his stead. May we start over?”

“We are very busy individuals Mr. Taeyong.” Beelzebub narrowed his eyes, the air around them taking on a certain buzz. “We don’t have time to play childish games with men who can’t do orderly business in a disciplined fashion.”

“Then do business with only me and Boss.” Johnny spoke up from next to Fae, the girl only observing him from the corner of her eye. She noticed his intention of coming closer to her even before he thought of it. His body language was too obvious for her. “We will close the doors and come to an agreement, without anybody interrupting us.”

“Seems quite fair.” Forcas spoke, motioning for Solas to step in between Johnny and Fae. “But, I have a condition.”

“We’re listening.”

“Keep Brain away from Fae.” Was the simple condition.

“Why? Scared I’m going to kill her?” He mocked, glaring at the girl. He was met with the most emotionless pair of eyes, which slightly glazed over with something which Brain could only identify as blood thirst.

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure she will kill you first.” Forcas smiled, coming close to him. “We wouldn’t want NCT’s top mastermind to lose his head now would we.”

“We’ll be by the car.” Fae announced and turned to leave with Solas, nodding slightly to the two men.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t you two. And be cautious!” Beelzebub yelled after them as Solas burned with embarrassment. “Now then, shall we?”

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Kim Hanbin, Chief Inspector in charge of taking care of the whole Bangtan/Nct problem, now sat with crossed arms as four young women sat across from him. His expression was sharp as they stared down at him, with his lips trained in a tight line.

“Inspector Kim, it has come to our attention that you’ve been quite lacking with your work concerning the Bangtan gang.” Agent Manoban spoke to him, her eyes peering through the glasses she wore as she looked over a file she held in her long fingers. “No arrests were made, you are not even a step closer to finding out who their Angels of Death are-”

“Fallen Angels.” Kim Hanbin spoke up for the first time.

“- yes, the Fallen Angels.” Agent Manoban rolled her eyes.

“Let’s cut to the chase Inspector Kim.” Agent Kim Jennie spoke up, having enough of this spectacle her colleague and this Inspector put up. “Our superiors are not satisfied with the progress of this case and they’ve sent us to finish this, make the appropriate arrests and close it.”

Inspector Kim didn’t speak up about this, knowing very well that he had no say in this and that if he even tries to he’ll be taken off the case.

He’s been working on this case for the past two years and finally, a few months ago he managed to place one of his detectives as an undercover agent almost at the top to work with one of the Fallen Angels and extremely close to Fae, making contact with her on more than one occasion. He couldn’t compromise his man, and he couldn’t exactly tell these four FBI agents because they would no doubt, reveal him and endanger his life.

And he was extremely glad that he briefed his own men on this silent code.

“All right, what do you need?” He asked, sighing and bringing his his hands on the table.

“We will need all of the information you have gathered on the group, as well as the full support of your team.” Agent Kim Jisoo smiled softly at him. To Hanbin she seemed to be the kindest one among the four, but he knew better than to blindly go along with it.

“We need the names and badge numbers of your team.” Agent Park handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

Chief Inspector Kim Hanbin complied and wrote down five names. Five detectives who were part of his team and regulars at the station.

“Aren’t you missing one?” Agent Manoban raised an eyebrow.

“One of the men was taken off the case a few months back. He is now in another division.” He spoke calmly, his eyes not giving away the secret he held.

The women nodded and took the paper from him, releasing him to go his own way.

He went back to his division and took a seat at his cubicle as the rest of the men glanced at him, too scared to ask him anything.

“Well friends, we’re screwed.” He announced. “The FBI is going to become part of this team and investigation. They asked for all of your info and names, while they will most likely look into Jiwon to see if he really is in another division or not. I believe we will co-operate with them and not get ourselves in trouble or in sticky situations.”

“Yes sir!” They all answered, noticing how Agent Manoban observed the interaction closely.

The men went back to their tasks at hand as Hanbin looked over to his desk where a picture of him with his whole team stood. They really didn’t need the FBI breathing down their necks right now, but if this is what it meant for them to keep themselves on the case, then he’ll be damned if he couldn’t take it.

°˖✧

Fae sat on the hood of the car observing the two designated babysitters as they paced left and right. They were annoyed and on edge to have to keep an eye on them but at the same time there was something more. They were anxious, as if they were expecting something to happen.

“Hey Tae, do you feel the shift in energy in the air?” She turned to look at her friend who also seemed restless to a point.

“Yes. But it’s coming from the east. Outside of the house and their border of territory.” He spoke up, his eyes trained on the spot where he felt this sudden shift of energy.

“I’ll go check up on it and you go tell Joon and Jin.” He nodded at her as she swiftly disappeared in the shadows.

Her footsteps were light on the ground as she neared the place of question. Her dark eyes trained on the group of people before her became lighter when she noticed it was someone who they could have expected. Approximately seven men, in dark clothing stood with guns at the ready, mask pulled up so their faces were revealed. Faint talking revealed to her that they were not Korean, but rather Chinese and that their target was to take out the four of them from Bangtan with the help of NCT.

“Rubbish.” She seethed out through her teeth as her eyes steeled themselves like the blade of her katana which she carried with her.

“I know right? Some of our kids are not exactly well behaved and they called them over.” Johnny’s voice came as a whisper, but (y/n) didn’t care much of it. She saw red and wanted them dead, as much as she wanted every single NCT member to lay their last breaths under her blade. “Please don’t look at me like that. I fear I cannot allow you to kill our kids.”

Wait a minute, he can read my thoughts?

“A little bit. Weird isn’t it?” He smiled widely at her. “It’s quite easy with you, even though I thought it would be harder.”

The movement from the seven men caught her attention and averted her gaze from the man crouching next to her in the high tree branch. Without a second glance, she jumped onto the one directly above one of the men in the back and she landed on him, her blade running through the middle of his head. She pulled it out quickly and with a swift turn cut two more heads off, before she slid into the shadows of the nearby tree line. The other four took to a stop when one turned to see the decapitated bodies of their companions and this gave (y/n) leverage to slide out round them and cut two of the mens feet off in one swift swish. The scream they let out alerted the rest of her existence but she was too fast, and in three flowing moves, their bodies were cut in half.

The minute she exhaled a breath and sheathed her sword, her eyes narrowed in on the overly excited man still stuck in the tree branch where she originally was.

“Who are you, Johnny Seo?”

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sugaabooga · 4 years ago

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Aim and Shoot Your Shot

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, conartist!Taehyung, assassin!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: PG-13, mentions of blood, guns, death, scam artists, video games LOL (nothing to gorey or serious tho), some cursing, very inaccurate descriptions of assassins-ish/scam artist missions

Synopsis: It do be Valentine’s Day.

Gunshots fire. Bullets whizz past your cheek. The stench of fresh blood reaches your nostrils. And yet. As you walk through the blood pooling at your feet, you don’t flinch.

Your hand is steady, resting on the trigger and ready to turn the corner.

BAM.

A clean headshot is fired and you’re thrown back with spurts of blood shooting out your neck onto the dirt floor.

“Damn,” you mutter, roughly tossing your mouse aside at your 20th death.

“How the hell are you an assassin with a KDA of 6/20/3?” a voice snickers through your headphones as you lean back into your swivel chair and shut off the game client.

“Real life and games are different, I guess,” you shrug.

The line abruptly goes dead making you straighten up in your chair in confusion. “What?” you mutter, checking up on the headphone cords and pc wires.

“You gonna sit there all day?”

You whip around to see Taehyung, your group’s main conman, and your partner in crime. Literally.

“We got a call,” he says, tossing over your hat and mask and cooly walking out the door. You slip on your cap and mask, pulling on a black jacket over your all-black look, and shove on your white sneakers.

“You have got to teach me better aim,” you mutter as you hop into the passenger seat. Taehyung scoffs as he starts the van’s engine, driving towards the Kim family’s mansion where your team was stationed to take action at the shady networking party.

“Says the sniper,” he shakes his head.

You sigh. “I don’t know what it is. It’s just not the same.”

At the sudden silence, you glance at Taehyung’s side profile, never able to get used to his perfectly sculpted face as his eyes intently focus on the road before you.

“What’s the matter?” he suddenly asks, briefly meeting your eyes before turning right back onto the streets. You flinch at the unexpected interaction and shake your head.

“N-Nothing,” you hum. “Is… Eunji going in with you today?”

Taehyung nods. “She always does for these cocktail parties.”

“Right,” you mutter under your breath.

You don’t know what you have against Eunji. She had joined the team a month after you finished sniper training and attending the main missions.

She took on the role as a con woman alongside Taehyung, acting as his plus one at these types of rich people events you guys attended.

Despite their visual charisma when Eunji held onto Taehyung’s arm and they both flashed their blinding smiles, Taehyung had always worked with you the best through the mere earpieces. He was good at flattering others and extremely observant, using his quick wit to navigate the areas. You were good at keeping him in check, giving clear, specific orders, and watching his back.

The two of you had effective communication as he gave signals through your binoculars for you to make the first shot. After one specific instance where Taehyung had experienced massive injuries and laid right under one of the notorious gang members, you had sniped the guy right off of him and weirdly, things started to change between you and Taehyung. Your friendship grew stronger despite the field of work the two of you were in and you found the both of you often relying on each other.

But nevertheless, Eunji was good at acting just like Taehyung which automatically earned her the position as the main con artist and appear as the perfect wealthy young couple at parties and business affairs. You had been ignoring the green feeling you got every time you had to watch them through your binoculars but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Taehyung stifles a laugh, immediately catching your attention.

“Are you jealous?”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected question that makes your heart race in nervousness. “Why would I be jealous? Of who?”

Taehyung shrugs, an amusing smirk plastered onto his stupidly handsome face. Before you could retort, Taehyung stops the car towards the wooded area hidden from main traffic and hops into the back to change into his suit.

You snap out of your confusing emotions, reminding yourself that you were in on an important business deal with the infamous Kim family who believed Taehyung and Eunji was the Shin family from France.

You quickly retrieve your weapons and materials from the trunk and nag Taehyung to safely carry out the mission and not be rash like he often was. He responds with a mischievous smile and a flick to your forehead before heading towards the hacker, Kim Namjoon’s van to take note of any security obstacles and important individuals.

You quietly run through the back route that you had analyzed on the way here and make your way up to the building labeled Building B. You shove in your earpiece before setting up your equipment, keeping a sharp eye out for any suspicious movements around you. Dealing with the Kim family was always risky business.

“Testing. Cinnamon buns. Testing.”

You snort. “Wanna go on a cinnamon bun date with me, Yoongs?”

Yoongi, the other experienced sniper currently stands on the opposite building from you, setting up his own materials. He ignores your comment, as usual, and focuses on the main hall of the mansion.

“Honestly, I always thought you guys looked cute together,” another voice adds with a snicker that you join in on. It was always too fun teasing Yoongi.

“What!?” Taehyung nearly yells into your ear making you grimace at the sudden loudness.

“Taehyung. Please,” Yoongi grits. “And shut the hell up, Park. Make sure you don’t end up knocking out the wrong man.”

That had happened before.

“Is Taeji in?” Jungkook, the new recruit in charge of hand to hand combat, interrupts the mild banter through the earpiece.

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the combination of Taehyung’s and Eunji’s names that your dumb team members came up with and listen quietly to Yoongi’s confirmation of observing the main entrance.

“Jimin,” Yoongi suddenly interrupts the silence. You scan the ballroom and spot the man in question who was, as always, flirting with a random woman for absolutely no reason except shits and giggles. “You aren’t here to pick up a one-night stand.”

You let out a short laugh as you see Jimin tense up indicating his entire body’s suppression of rolling his eyes. He successfully maintains his signature eye smile in front of the bashful female bartender who slips him a napkin. Probably with a set of numbers written on them.

“Security system is officially down,” Namjoon informs. “Taeji, Y/N. Standby at target.”

You quickly get into position, peering through your gun at the tall glass windows on the side of the target room. Once you make sure it’s in place, you use your binoculars to keep a close watch on the surroundings. You sweep over Taehyung and Eunji’s positions as they converse with some of the guests at the ball.

“Kim Seokjin entered through the side entrance doors,” Yoongi reports.

“Naturally get out of the conversation,” Namjoon instructs. “Kim approaching ten o’ clock about 100 ft away.”

You watch Eunji tug on Taehyung’s arm and lean close to whisper something in his ear.

You roll your eyes. Was that really necessary to get out of the conversation? You knew Eunji harbored feelings for Taehyung and always made it a point to be extra touchy on missions where they were required to enter as a couple.

You sigh as Taehyung gazes down at her with his playful grin and wraps his arm around her, quietly saying their excuses to the guests and taking their leave to “coincidentally” bump into Seokjin.

“Y/N,” Yoongi’s quiet voice calls.

“Listening,” you murmur.

“Remember. Don’t shoot unless it’s a life or death situation.”

“Got it,” you assure him, remembering that one time you had accidentally pulled the trigger during a winning fight. Good thing you had missed it because that would’ve been an extremely difficult situation to clear up.

Namjoon instructs Taehyung and Eunji to lead Seokjin into the back room where the transaction was scheduled to take place.

“How is someone so evil so good looking,” you say once you get a proper look at the man’s visuals as he follows after Taehyung and Eunji without any suspicion.

Eh, Tae’s more of my type. You think.

Yoongi rolls his eyes when he sees Taehyung’s jaw tense at your words that had accidentally spoken through your earpieces.

“Make a move if you’re mad,” Yoongi snickers as you scoff believing it referred to you while Taehyung jolts in surprise.

After a flashing light signal, Taehyung naturally walks towards the windows, slowly drawing the blinds closed just in case any rival gangs or crews were also present on the scene. Namjoon and Yoongi were watching the room from their respective visible places while Jimin and Jungkook were getting ready for any surprise attacks a few meters from the door. You stay still in position, taking this time to stretch your limbs since you didn’t have a visible line of sight.

A few minutes pass in silence which was quite normal for these types of meetings. It’s only when these business transactions get gangs involved that things go haywire and blood is shed.

“Shit,” Taehyung’s familiar timbre voice comes in through your headpiece. You immediately grow tense as Jimin quickly asks about the condition of the situation.

“Transaction is complete,” Namjoon quickly clarifies. “I don’t know why Taehyung cursed. Yoongi and Y/N stay in your positions till the Kims completely exit. Taeji and Kook, hurry and head out into your vans. Jimin hang around for about twenty more minutes. Don’t end up in a motel tonight.”

Jimin giggles as he walks back out into the main ballroom. “I’ll try.”

“Geez Tae,” Jungkook sighs, walking out towards the back of the mansion. “I thought I had to bust in.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung says, walking out through the back still in his suit and practically glowing. He fidgets with his watch and fiddles the knife stuck around his hip. “Did you guys realize it was Valentine’s Day tomorrow?”

You turn away, putting your binoculars aside as Eunji suddenly perks up expectantly at Taehyung’s random inquiry.

“Y/N,” Taehyung calls with hesitance.

You sigh, kneeling at your gun and peering in through the scope just in case. “I’m here.”

Unfortunately.

“You free tomorrow?”

You pause, leaning back from the gun. Was he trying to make fun of your single ass?

You don’t realize that just twenty feet below you, Taehyung awkwardly paces around as Eunji squints her eyes and huffs away to her respective van.

“Tomorrow?” you ask in confusion. “You tryin’ to have a galentines or something because obviously I do not have any pla-”

“Dumbass. He’s asking you out for Valentine’s Day,” Jimin suddenly interrupts, immediately sending both Taehyung and your faces to flush red.

You gulp. “As in-”

“A date,” Taehyung finishes. He nervously peers up at the building you were standing on top of earlier. He’s able to spot your dark figure. You turn around, somehow meeting Taehyung’s eyes as the mansion’s lights illuminate where you both stand.

“This is nasty,” Jungkook mutters with a sigh, hopping into Namjoon’s van.

Ding.

“This isn’t what I meant by making a move,” Yoongi sighs, tossing aside his water bottle after taking a swig. “Public confessions are a thing now?”

You look away, digging into your back pocket for your vibrating phone.

Tae: Go out... with me.

You intake a sharp breath, looking down only to see Taehyung typing away.

“You’re just salty that you’re lonely,” Jimin hums back at Yoongi, entering the ballroom with a flirty grin directed at CEO Shin’s mistress.

Tae: I like you Y/N. Wanna be my valentine?

“Fuck you,” Yoongi deadpans.

You: :3 teach me how to aim?

Taehyung grins, looking back up to see you peer down at him from the ledge.

“FOREVER AND ALWAYS!” he yells with a boxy smile.

“We’re literally going to die,” Namjoon groans.

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bangtan-madi · 5 years ago

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on the 6 a.m. train — kim taehyung

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — best friend!Taehyung, older brother!Jimin, unrequited love, one-sided pining, a realistically happy ending, eventual friends to lovers

Genre — angst (like a shit-ton by my standards lol), fluff at the end

Word Count — 5.9k

Summary — An unrequited love is the most difficult to get over, especially when the healing process is interrupted by another's sudden revelation.

Warnings — language, mentions of infidelity

Soundtrack — Drown by Boy In Space

Request — @mytaetaey

A/N — Okay love, you wanted this to be super duper angsty so I hope you like it lol! I think this is the saddest thing I've written for BTS thus far, and I usually don't do angst so...fair warning I couldn’t help but write a happy ending lol. Now, if you'll excuse me, I intend to write fluff only for the next week. (Also this ended up being so much longer than I originally intended so sorry for the delay in finishing!)

There comes a moment in every person's life that they must decide whether or not the one they love is worth giving up their own happiness for. The line between the healthy amount of support and care that loved ones give each other is often convoluted, never easy to see, only ever clear in hindsight. Sometimes it takes time and distance away from that person for you to see whether or not this pain is worth it.

You desperately need that time. You crave that space. The past seven years, particular the last six months, have been full of secret longing and wholehearted adoration towards a certain person who never returned your feelings. It hurt you to see him look at you as his best friend's little sister, and it absolutely crushed you when he looked at another woman with desire.

The way he looked at her, you wanted that.

But no longer.

Gripping your suitcase tightly, you turn and step up the stairs, onto the platform of the train station. The sun is just rising over the cityscape, bringing a subtle hint of gold across the buildings. You will miss Seoul and all her beauty. The way the birds chirp at dawn, the way the city sings at night, the fact that all your best memories are here.

You shake your head and focus on the near future. Your home has been Seoul for the last seven years, but before that, it was Busan. And that coastal haven calls to you once more. Your birthplace and family are awaiting you at the end of this train ride, and that fact makes leaving a little easier. There are few things that your mother's kimchi and your childhood bed cannot fix.

In your pocket, your phone buzzes for the umpteenth time this morning. You looked at it the first few times the calls and texts came in but have ignored it ever since you saw the context.

Don't go, your friends begged. Please stay. He feels the same. He's an idiot for not seeing it. You don't have to go, [Y/n].

You hadn't told any of the members where you were going, when you were leaving, or if you were leaving at all. All they know is that you're gone from the dorms in the morning when you usually join them for breakfast, and all your most important belongings are gone. The only two people you've told of your choice are your mother, who has known of the whole situation or some time, and your boss at BigHit, who agreed to let you work remotely for a few weeks.

Nothing they say will change your decision, so you retrieve your phone from the pocket with the intent to turn it off. The screen illuminates once again, and you read the contact name.

Him.

And below his name, a message:

"I called your mother. She told me where you were going and where you are now."

You swallow hard at his words, and another text pops up.

"I'm coming to you. I've been an idiot. Please don't get on that train."

You look at the time of arrival on your ticket, then at the clock on your phone. The train is ten minutes out, as you arrived early, and you pray to god that it arrives before he does.

Your decision has been made; you are leaving Seoul, your friends, and the man you love unrequitedly behind.

To strengthen your resolve over the next few moments, your attention shifts to the events of the past six months, every single thing that has led to this decision.

"We love you, Army! See you next time!"

You could hear their voices from the stage. Even from behind the scenes, with the crew rushing about with the last seconds of the show, Namjoon's voice was crystal clear. It had been a long night of performing, and you were worried that they had overexerted themselves on their last stop of the tour. They were all beyond exhausted, and you knew Taehyung always pushed himself far over his limits. From backstage, you could tell him fading between their songs.

A few moments later, the lights turned off, and the music began to fade. The boys disappeared under the stage, out of sight of the Armys, and were instantly ambushed by staff. You struggled to get closer, desperate to make sure they were okay.

You spotted your brother Jimin first. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard, but otherwise he looked okay. Namjoon and Hoseok were in similar states. Seokjin and Yoongi seemed to be tired but overall doing okay. Jungkook looked exhausted and had oxygen placed at his nose and mouth, but his attention was on someone else.

Taehyung laid against the support beam of stage, his breathing erratic and eyes glazed over. He was in terrible shape, and all of the members' attention was on him.

Jungkook shoved the oxygen away from his face and asked it be given to Taehyung. When the youngest started to keel over, the staff member returned it to him with a promise to find another.

You grabbed a spare oxygen mask from the table behind you and pushed through the crowd, kneeling by Taehyung's slumped figure. With a gentle smile, you pressed the mask portion to his mouth. "Breathe in, Tae. Just breathe. You're a little low, is all."

Taehyung did as you ask, breathing shallow, unsteady breaths in tempo with yours. To assist in cooling him off, you shoved the thick jacket from his shoulders and down his arms. Yoongi saw what you were trying to do and jumped in to assist.

"He pushed himself way too hard for the last song," Jimin coughed.

"He always does that for his solo," Namjoon murmured.

Turning towards an employee behind you, you asked, "Can you get me a bottled water, please?"

The girl nodded and ran off, quickly returning with what you asked for. You thanked her quietly and once Taehyung had a handle on his breathing, you offered the beverage to him. "Can you drink?"

He nodded, coughing a bit as you pulled the oxygen away. As he scarfed down the water like a man who hasn't had a drink in days, you ran your fingers through his sweaty and unkempt hair. He always loved it when you did that, said that the gesture made him feel relaxed and peaceful. You did it whenever you could, even if he never saw it as anything more than platonic.

Seeing the red in his face fade as the water bottle emptied, you turned to the other members, all of which look equally exhausted and drained. "Go get changed and wash up," you stated with a soft smile. "He's gonna be okay."

"Are you sure?" Jungkook rasped worriedly.

You gave the maknae a reassuring expression. "I got him. Go. We'll catch up."

Seokjin gave you a knowing look, just as Hoseok flashed a sneaky wink before walking off with the others.

After the roar of the crowd and staff started to die down, it was just you and Taehyung for the next several minutes. Between the oxygen and the water, by the time the others had washed up and changed into traveling clothes, you were bringing him back to the land of the living.

When he blinked away the haze from his eyes, his gaze finally shifted to meet yours once again. You offered a smile as you brushed his unruly curls from his forehead. "Hey there, welcome back."

For the first time since the show ended, Taehyung smiled. "Hi."

"You okay? Do you need anything else?"

He shook his head slightly, pulling himself up into a proper seated position. "'M okay. Just a little light-headed. And hungry."

At the last comment, you laughed and ruffled the curls a bit. "You really scared everyone, Tae, including and especially me. Why do you always have to go so hard?"

The brunet offered a shrug and leaned into your touch. "Just wanted to give the Armys a good show. Especially for the last one, you know?"

"I do," you agreed, "but you have to take care of yourself, too, you big idiot." Your hand dropped reluctantly from his hair, resting instead on his forearm. "C'mon. Let's get you to the dressing room. One of the boys or staff can help you change and wash up if you need it. Can't wait too much longer. Our plane leaves in a half-hour for Seoul."

Taehyung gave a dreamy smile as you mentioned South Korea, a place none of you had been in months since tour began. "Mmm, that's right. We're going home." He allowed you to haul him to his feet, keeping a steady arm around his waist to help him carry his own weight. "You didn't have to stay with me like that. I'm sure it was scary. Another staff member could have done it."

You shook your head adamantly, gazing up at Taehyung. Even covered in sweat and over-exhausted, he looked stunning in the dim stage lighting. "I had to make sure you were okay. Someone's gotta take care of your stubborn ass."

The twenty-four-year-old gave scratchy laugh at your retort, coughing slightly halfway through. "What did I do to deserve such a great friend?"

In his compliment, your heart stung a little.

Friend. Of course. What else would you be?

The phone buzzes in your hand, bringing you out of a six-month-old memory. Taehyung's name flashes brilliantly on the surface, and in a moment of weakness, you answer.

"Please, don't hang up. I didn't think you'd actually answer, but now that you have...please just..."

"What do you want, Taehyung?" you ask, keeping your voice monotone and controlled despite the roots of hurt spreading in your chest.

"You're on the six a.m. train to Busan, right?" Your lack of response gives him all he needs to know. "I know I'm cutting it close, but please, don't get on that train before I can talk to you. I owe you that. Please, [Y/n/]."

Tears form in your eyes, but you push them away. "You've been cutting it a little close for six months. I don't want anything from you; you owe me nothing. I—I need to go."

"No, no, please. Don't leave just yet. I know I've been stupid and blind and an absolute idiot. I've been absent from your life and haven't put in the work with our friendship the last six months. I didn't see that you were hurting, and I didn't see that my feelings had changed in the last seven years. I wasted so much time, especially the last half-year, on people and things that didn't really care about me. I don't know how to make up for that."

Your brows furrow angrily, and you grip the phone tighter. "You should have thought of that before you started dating her."

As it turned out, Taehyung met his girlfriend at that very concert. She was a special guest, another idol from an extremely popular girl group. You hadn't realized it at the time, but that night sparked something between the two idols that eventually led to a full-blown relationship.

After the flight back to Seoul, Taehyung was rarely at the dorms. When he was, he was giddy ad blush-y and very puppy-like. It was clear to everyone, especially you, that something was different. So when he told the group a few weeks later that he'd met someone, no one was shocked.

"Her name is Sun-ji," he explained one night as you both were clearing the kitchen of takeout trash from the meal. The rest of the boys were doing other things, but you wanted to spend time with one of your closest friends. One you felt you hadn't seen in weeks. "She's been on break from tour with her group, just like us, for the past month. She went to our concert in Tokyo! That's where I ran into her before the show. We just hit it off and...I really like her, [Y/n]. She's nice and so pretty and she gets me."

You bit your lip and forced your voice to stay even and your face to remain joyful. "She sounds amazing, Tae. I'm...really happy for you."

Taehyung flashed his infamous boxy smile, ecstatic at your false approval. "I really hope you'll like her, too. I wanna bring her around sometime soon, just to hang out or something."

"Sounds nice." You brushed the last of the styrofoam containers into the trash. "Look, I'm tired. I have an early day tomorrow. I'll see you later, I guess."

"Goodnight," he calls after you.

"Yeah, goodnight."

Hurrying to your dorm room, you quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind you. As soon as you were in the privacy of your own space, you let the tears cascade. Every emotion you'd pent up the entire night, ever since Taehyung brought up his girlfriend for the first time, let loose. You laid on top of your covers, curled up into a ball, and let the night take away any hope you had of that being your role.

You had waited too long. You'd let your fear and lack of action take away your chance to tell Taehyung how you really felt.

Now it was too late. He had someone else. He had Sun-ji.

And he was sickeningly, overwhelmingly, all-consumingly enamored with her.

"That's on me!" Taehyung's sharp reply comes as a surprise; it's the first time you've heard him upset at you in a while. You used to bicker and fight all the time, before Sun-ji that is. Ever since she came into his life, it was you that was consoling him after their arguments.

And those were not playful and silly, nor were they fixed with a simple apology and tight embrace.

"I know I fucked up! She was not who I thought she was. She's manipulative and controlling, and I didn't see it until I was too far in. She took be away from everyone I cared about: you, the members, my family, everyone. She was poison—"

"—That you willingly went back to, time and time again!" you snap, earning stares of other people at the station. "Six months, and do you know how many times I saw you crying because of her? Do you realize how many nights I had to pick up the pieces of your heart after she broke it? She cheated on you, and you still went back to her! I never, ever would have done that, Kim Taehyung."

"I don't have an excuse or justification...other than I was blinded by the good times."

"I know, but even in those times, I knew it should have been me," you reply, your voice tearful. "I was jealous, that's true, but when I saw you smiling because of her, I knew I could make you happier. I could make you happy without the baggage or pain or guilt that she brought with her. Or if not me, someone else! Hell, anyone else would have been better than her."

There's a pause before Taehyung sighs heavily. "Do you remember the first night you found me crying?"

You nod, even though he can't see, and shuffle where you stand. The memory is an uncomfortable one, but one you'll never forget. "Yes."

"I should've left her then. Not the second time, or the third, or two weeks ago when I finally cut her off. I should have stopped seeing her right then...and I should've seen how much I cared for you."

Your eyes close, and a few tears fall down your cheeks. "Too little, too late, Tae. I'm glad you cut her off, I really am, but I have to go. I hear the train. Please, don't try to stop me. You'll only make this worse for everyone."

"[Y/n], wait—!"

You end the call without hearing the end of his sentence. Turning your phone completely off and slipping it back into your pocket, you wait out the remaining couple minutes in memory-induced silence.

You found him curled up on the sofa, a blanket laid over his child-like figure, eyes and nose bright red. He'd been crying for an hour at that point and assumed he'd have much more time to himself as the other members and you weren't supposed to be home until the evening.

How unlucky he was that you had left the studio early. When you departed, you were exhausted, but now seeing Taehyung in such a vulnerable state, you were instantly revived. Hurrying over to kneel by the side of the sofa, you pulled the blanket down from his face.

"What's wrong?" you inquired, brushing your fingers gently across his cheek.

Taehyung wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve and blinked his tears away. "Shit, you weren't supposed to see this."

"But I have, so tell me what's wrong."

The brunet sighed and shook his head. You could tell by the way he was breathing and the way his eyes were watering that it was taking every ounce of strength he had not to break down again. "Sun-ji and I had a fight, that's all. I'm okay."

Your free hand rested on top of his. "Are you?"

Between your reassuring touch and concerned voice, it only took a few more seconds for Taehyung to crumble. His whimpers returned with the tears, and he reached out for you instinctively. You allowed him to pull you into the sofa with him, into his arms that caged you against him. The space was small, but with half of his frame lying on top of yours, his face buried into your shoulder, you made it work.

Though surprised at his sudden show of affection, you knew it was coming from a place of hurt and need. He needed someone to comfort him, someone he knew that wouldn't hurt him or push him away. Whatever Sun-ji and he had fought about, you resisted the urge to curse the woman for putting your best friend in such a state.

Curling around him, you nestled your arms around him and rubbed soothing circles along his shoulders and spine. Every now and then, you pressed a chaste kiss to his messy hair and whispered sweet nothings. Over the next half-hour, his sobs faded to sniffles once more, and his grip on you loosened to a comforting cuddle.

"You wanna talk about it now?" you asked, feeling his grow sleepy against you.

As you reached down to brush his tears off his cheeks, Taehyung turned his head so that his nose pressed against your neck. "I think Sun-ji is cheating on me."

Your entire body grew rigid at his whisper. "What makes you think that?"

"I saw her texting flirty stuff to someone who wasn't me. And the other night, at an event, she was sitting really close to one of the idols she'd performed with in the past. I think they used to date, but the way she was touching him...I..." He trailed off and shook his head slightly. "I confronted her about it, but she said I was being overprotective and territorial. So...we fought."

Not knowing what to say, you simply held him a little tighter and hoped that your touch was a comfort. "I'm so sorry, Tae."

"She made me feel like I was seeing things, like I was making things up or...or that I was stupid or something." Taehyung sighed heavily. "I mean, it's been three months. I thought...Well, maybe it is me..."

"No one should be treated like that. And for what it's worth, you're one of the most observant people I know. You don't see things that aren't there, you don't make things up, and you're far from stupid. She the idiot for treating you like this, or making you feel like you're not enough."

Taehyung gave a small laugh at your response. "You really don't like her, do you?"

You shook your head. "Not when she treats you like this. You deserve better."

"So do you," he murmured. "Seriously, [Y/n], you're always there for everyone, especially me. You deserve the world. I know you've said you're not really interested in dating right now, but if you ever change your mind...just be sure they're not going to break your heart. It's not worth it."

You bit your lower lip and rested your chin on his hair so he couldn't see your face. If he only knew how you'd gone against that advice for seven years now. Loving your best friend without them loving you back, that's enough to break anyone's heart.

The train can be heard before it can be seen. The high-tech piece of mechanical wonder speeds down the track at several hundred miles per hour, finally delivering on the promise of escape. Another minute and you'll be on your way to Busan.

"[Y/n]!"

Taehyung calls your name like it's the last thing he'll ever say. Voice loud and deep, he shouts it once more. As you turn, you see him bounding down the side of the platform. His eyes are wide, and his chest is heaving from the run. The station itself is expansive, and the platform is far from where he could have driven. He's come all this way to see you, and that alone is no easy feat.

You clench your jaw, trying to maintain your resolve as he approaches. "I asked you not to come."

"And I didn't listen." Taehyung slows and stops a few feet away, giving you some of the distance you asked for. His face shows confusion and guilt, some of which you're sure is there due to him showing up despite your request. "I couldn't let you leave without telling you how I feel, and not over the damn phone. In person."

"Don't play with me, Taehyung, please," you murmured, keeping your eyes away from his.

"I'm not. I'm completely serious." He takes another step closer. "Do you know why I finally broke it off with Sun-ji?"

"Because she's an unfaithful bitch who had it coming?"

He shakes his head. "No. If that were the only reason, I may have given her another chance. I would've hated myself, but you know how I give too many chances." A pause. "I broke up with Sun-ji because I realized...it finally hit me that I wasn't in love with her. I was never in love with her, and I never would be. And it hit me again that this was because I was already in love with someone else. Someone who's been my best friend for seven years, someone who's been there for me when I wasn't there for myself, someone who's been my strength and backbone ever since we became friends. I was head over heels for the only girl who's always been in my corner from day one."

The weight of his confession hits you. The longing expression on his face, the tears in his eyes, the emotion in his voice, all of it is heavy and meaningful and everything you've wanted to hear. And yet, you hesitate in your response. "I...Tae..."

"You don't have to say anything," he assures softly. "Just let me talk, then you can do whatever you want, I promise." After taking another step closer, Taehyung's lips tug at the corner to create a tiny smirk. "When I finally broke down and told the others, they called me an idiot. And I have been, for not seeing you until now and for not seeing that you felt the same. Your brother called me a moron, and I can't blame him. I don't know why I'd been so blind for so long, but now that I see you, I refuse to let you go without telling the truth."

He reaches for your hand, and you allow him to take it. His grip is tender and gentle as his fingers lace through yours. Taehyung's brown eyes have always been a weak point for you, but the way he's looking at you now—as if you're the only person in the world—is enough to make you shiver.

"[Y/n], I love you. Not just as a friend, but as something...something more. All that time I wasted with Sun-ji, I should've been spending with you." His grip on your hand tightens, as if giving emphasis to his confessions.

His gaze drops from yours as he continues. "I know our lives are crazy...and love is confusing and I'm doing this in all the wrong order, but please let me prove it to you. Give me the chance to treat you like you deserve. It's taken seven long years, but I finally see that all that time I called you my best friend, I was slowly but surely falling hard for you. It was so gradual that I didn't know it until I was in too deep.

"I know I'm too little, too late," he whispers, a wistful smile forming on his face as his free hand raises to cup your cheek, "but the heart wants what it wants. And mine desires you...if you'll have me."

You feel your cheeks burn as his words come to a stop. Despite not saying a word for the last several minutes, you feel breathless. The platform around you is bustling; hundreds of people are boarding the train, but your attention is solely on the man in front of you. It's like the world has faded away, and all that exists is you and Taehyung and this unnamed thing between you.

And yet, even after all of that, you still feel confused and hurt and lost. It's not as if your heart isn't singing in response to his epiphany; having him return your love is all you've ever wanted. And yet, you've finally come to realize that you need to take a good look at your life and your feelings. That's not something that can happen in five minutes, on a train platform, after a heartfelt confession. You know your feelings for Taehyung are long-suffering and strong, but you owe it to yourself to give both you and him some time to think.

It's such a paradox; the moment your best friend comes to you confessing his love is the moment you've finally become okay with it being unrequited.

The universe truly is a strange and ironic place.

"If you'd said that to me six months ago, I would've jumped at the chance," you finally say. "But now? I just...so much has happened, and even if you didn't love her, you really liked Sun-ji. I don't want you to see me as a backup or a fall-girl. I know now that I deserve better than being a second choice."

Taehyung's features soften at your reply, as does his voice. "You're never someone's fall-girl. You're no backup or second choice. If I thought of you like that, do you really think your brother or the other boys would've let me live?"

"True," you chuckle.

Your best friend mirrors your smile, glad to see the tension fading. "I know I'm over simplifying this, but I'll ask it anyway. Do you like me?"

Your response is immediate. "Yes."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course, I do—"

"—Not as a friend," he clarifies. "As something more."

"Taehyung..."

"Because I do."

His words aren't casual. There's an err of honesty and vulnerability to them. It causes you to let your walls down even more. You reach up to place one of your hands against his on your cheek, while the other drifts to his wrist. "Me, too. You know that, apparently."

"Then what's the issue? I know, it's a childish view on love, but can we just...start over? Start fresh?"

"I want to," you reply, looking up at him and realizing you both are closer than before, a breath away from each other. "More than anything, believe me. But I need time and space, Tae. I need time to think and work things out. I need to sort through my feelings and figure out what I really want. I need to get out of my head and heart and just..." Your sentence trails off, and you lower your head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm probably not making any sense."

"Hey, look at me for a second." Taehyung places a reassuring finger under your chin as you glance up. He flashes a mini-version of his signature boxy smile as he says, "If you need that space and time, then please, go to Busan. Go and think about your future and what you want and what you feel. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do. I've put you through enough. Take the time. Take the distance. Just know that if you decide you still want this—if you still want me—I'll be right here waiting for you. I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to."

"You'd really let me go, even after all that?"

Taehyung nods, though his expression is somewhat sad as he does. "You're a grown woman. You can make your own choices. If that means that you chose someone other than me, or if you chose to stay as friends, I...I can find a way to be okay with that."

An overwhelming sense of love and adoration flows over you, and you lean into his touch a little more by pressing his hand closer to your cheek. "How about...how about you come to Busan with me? I think some time to talk might do us good, away from the craze of Seoul and BTS and kpop. Where we can be just us. What about that?"

Your best friend's face brightens by a thousand, and he moves his hand from your face to his pocket. He retrieves a slip of paper and holds it up with an eager grin. "I bought a ticket in hopes that you might say something like that."

"You weren't going to force me, huh?" You cock a playful eyebrow, and Taehyung blushes.

"I was only going to use it if you decided you'd give me another chance. I wouldn't have gotten past the gate if I didn't."

"You've got balls, I'll give you that," you laugh, rolling your eyes as Taehyung continues to give a cheeky grin. "You really broke up with Sun-ji because of me?"

"Yep. Best decision I ever made--well," he stops mid-sentence, correcting himself. "Actually, second-best. Best was running here from the bus stop. I definitely wouldn't have made it if I took an Uber."

You shove him away with teasing hands, scoffing out, "You're crazy."

Taehyung doesn't let you get far. He chases after you slipping an arm around your waist and hauling you against him. His face comes incredibly close to yours; nose brushes against nose. His eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, and slowly rise back up. "Crazy about you."

"Okay, the cheesy lines are stopping right now, otherwise you're not getting on that train."

His eyes flicker from your face to the tracks behind you. His smile drops, brown eyes growing wider. "Um...about that...we gotta go."

As you turn your head, Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you towards the train. The automatic doors are starting to close; you both were so caught up in each other and your mutual confessions that you must've missed the last call to board. Taehyung catches up just before it closes, and even though the alarm blares out of annoyance, the sides part once again.

Once you're both on-board, the doors close behind you. Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows and comments, "Cutting it close?"

"Seems to be the theme of the day," you retort, grateful to have made it with both Taehyung and luggage in tow. In a sudden realization, you eye his empty hands. "Wait, you didn't pack anything!"

"Um, yeah! You were going to leave, and it's six a.m. I didn't exactly have time to pack a bag. I barely made it in time to get a ticket."

Suddenly bursting into laughter, you lean your forehead against his shoulder. "I love you, but you are a huge idiot. Looks like shopping is on the agenda for this afternoon."

"Says the girl who got on a train at six in the fucking morning," he grumbles. "But I love you, too." Taking your hand once more, Taehyung presses a chaste kiss to your hair, causing you to look up at him in surprise. All he does is smile, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. "C'mon, let's get a seat before this thing starts moving."

Nodding, you allow him to tug you to the back of the car, passing by several other people who are similarly attempting to get situated before departure. You find the farthest pair of booths to settle into, far away from the others. Taehyung takes the one across from yours, and helps you put your luggage in other overhead bin.

As your companion settles into his seat, you flash a grateful smile his way. He tilts his head as he responds, "What's that look for?"

"For giving me the time I need," you respond, knocking your knee against his. "And for spending some quality time with me. Feels like it's been forever since it's been just us two."

The boxy smile makes an appearance, and Taehyung pulls your feet onto his lap, a gesture he did often before Sun-ji. "In the end, you'll always be my best friend, [Y/n]. No matter what."

The train begins to move. Within seconds, both of you are on your way to Busan. Eventually, the conversation fades to blissful quiet. Both of you are feeling the effects of a six a.m. train ride across South Korea. Taehyung's gaze moves to the window, sleepily watching the scenery go by until he falls asleep with your feet still in his lap.

Your attention remains on him. Despite being tired, you're far too full of a complex variety of emotions to sleep. Joy and excitement, relief and hope, and love.

Love above all else.

Though it took some time and distance, the outcome is just as you'd hoped. And you knew then, on that homeward bound train, that Taehyung was worth it all.

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iridescentjin · 4 years ago

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Language Exchange pt 24

part twenty-four - the meeting

~ language exchange ~

[computer science college student!jungkook & art gallery intern!yn]

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

“Even though your parents speak more Korean than English, you never really ended up picking up too much. When your parents tell you that you and your friends can spend the summer housesitting for your Ajumma on the beach in Incheon, there’s just one catch. You have to be able to pass TOPIK 3 (intermediate Korean). You use a language exchange website and end up paired with a college student named Jungkook.”

WC: 716

The nerves are building up inside of you, and you aren’t sure that you’re going to be able to actually say any words when you see Jungkook. Euna has been assuring you all day that he isn’t intimidating; he’s just a big dork. You can’t help but doubt that based on the way that he looks. Dorks can be so good-looking that it hurts your eyes too. Oscar Isaac is a huge nerd, and you wouldn’t be able to talk to him either.

When the doors open the train, you stand there for a moment until Euna pulls your hand. Seokjin, Tae, and Namjoon have already hopped off the train and are waiting for you on the platform. JK agreed to meet you at University of Seoul, so you could take Euna back to school and say goodbye for a while.

Hoegi station is so much cleaner than the underground at home. You wonder if that’s the case with all of the stations in Korea. When you make it to the street, the walk is longer than you expected. Euna seems to have no problem with it, and you realize that you’re lazy enough that you’d rather just drive everywhere. You shrug to yourself as you walk.

When you get to her apartment building, you hug Euna goodbye, promising to text and stay in touch while you’re here. You turn to your boys and smile.

“It’s time!” Seokjin shouts, and the four of you begin to walk toward the cafe where you told JK that you’d meet him. As you walk up, you see four men sitting on the patio, relaxed and laughing. One tall man with dark hair and defined muscles in his arms is facing away from you. However, you recognize the distinct features of Hoseok and Yoongi who are facing you. You catch Hoseok’s eye, and he smiles huge at you. Your heart starts to thump in your chest.

The dark haired man seems to see the recognition in Hoseok’s face, lifting his head and straightening his shoulders. He doesn’t turn however. You finally make it to the patio, and you feel completely speechless.

“yn!” shouts the man you know to be Jimin. “Oh my gosh! You’re here!”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks, but you try to smile and be polite to him.

“Hi! Yes, I’m here. These are my friends, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung. You’ve probably all seen them online.”

Everyone goes around introducing themselves while you and JK both avoid making eye contact with each other. Luckily, your friends are talkative enough that the conversation doesn’t feel awkward. Hoseok is so kind, and Jimin is pretty bouncy. They both make the whole group laugh often. Yoongi is a little shy and quiet, and you wonder if you maybe upset him by something you’ve posted online. He really only talks to his friends, not really looking at you or yours.

Finally, Seokjin whispers in your ear, “If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to make all of us leave, and you’re going to feel really stupid.”

“Fine,” you hiss back.

“Hey, it looks like they have great pastries inside, maybe we should all go check them out,” Seokjin says to the rest of the group with an intonation that is anything but subtle.

They all laugh and make “meaningful” eye contact. JK goes to get up with them, and Jimin says, “Stay here. I know what you like.”

The 6 men go inside just leaving you and Jungkook. You finally force yourself to make eye contact with him.

“So, your friends are really nice,” you finally pipe up.

“Yeah, to you,” he laughs.

Suddenly, the two of you are striking up a conversation, talking about the flight, the train ride, school, the gallery, your aspirations. You don’t realize that the others have been gone for at least half an hour. You tear yourself away from Jungkook, and you see Seokjin and Namjoon’s faces in the window beaming at you. Those rascals.

“Hey, um...do you want to get out of here?” Jungkook asks. “So we aren’t being observed.”

You nod and get up from the table. You wave at the faces in the window, take Jungkook’s hand, and follow him as he walks away quickly from the cafe.

~~~~~

Taglist: @theneighborhoodfangirl @secretlycrazyhummingbird @igotarmyofarohas @lovelyseomin @hiddendreams @preciouschimine @rageyoudamnednerd @prdshobi @gusucloudrecesses @recklessrewind @inspinkyring @seungcheoluwu @mandy25-ynwa @jks-its-my-time

masterlist

#jungkook x reader #jungkook social au #jungkook social media au #jungkook smau #bts social au #bts social media au #bts smau #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook social au

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bts-fic-collection · 4 years ago

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Hello! I’ve been really craving some long distance AU. Do you have any long distance relationship fics? Preferably Jikook, sope, Taegi, or Namgi?

I do indeed! You should check out my long distance relationship tag! :)

Love from Paris by lunarxjimin

Rating: G

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 2,576

Summary: It’s September first tomorrow, Jungkook notes. His birthday. Not that he’s overly excited about it anyway, Jimin couldn’t get enough time off to visit him all the way over in Korea. He’d cried on the phone when he’d broken the news, blabbering and apologising profusely over and over again until Jungkook managed to convince him that it was fine, they always had next year. Turns out Jungkook was more upset than he thought he’d be.

(Or, Jimin lies and tells Jungkook he can’t visit him on his birthday, with plans to surprise him. Chaos ensues.)

hot chocolate by REN9UN

Rating: G

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 1,719

Summary: 'Sometimes the wrong train takes us to the right station'

or, Jimin and Jungkook are in love and have never met

Missing You by moonsunshine94

Rating: T

Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 7,568

Summary: The loneliness was hitting him hard today. All Hoseok wanted to do was cuddle up to his boyfriend, and forget about his responsibilities. Alas, he could only turn to his pillow for comfort as his boyfriend was a whole ocean away.

Leave it to Yoongi to plan a relaxing evening for them to enjoy once the crazy semester was over.

velvet moon by lolainslackss

Rating: E

Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 14,918

Summary: Hoseok laughs. “You’re a real weirdo, you know that?” he says, impossibly fond.

Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat.

“You’re also the nicest person I’ve ever met,” Hoseok tacks on, turning to look at the twinkly fire that’s burning up the river’s edges, snuggling deeper inside Yoongi’s jacket.

When he next faces Yoongi, he leans down, cups Yoongi’s face in his hands and kisses him.

(Or, childhood best friends Yoongi and Hoseok finally confess their feelings for each other. Then, Hoseok moves away and everything is uprooted.)

Sunday Morning by rosehoneylavender

Rating: E

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 4,086

Summary: Taehyung is back home with Yoongi after a year abroad and things get heated.

Me vs. Us by MysticalTaegisus

Rating: Not rated

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 5,068

Summary: Long distance internet friends Tae and Yoongi gather up enough balls to finally video chat each other. Taehyung couldn't help but coo at Yoongi's adorable face. Meanwhile, Yoongi is looking up flights to New York just to be in that stunning man's personal space.

a little longer by caffeics

Rating: E

Pairings: Namjoon/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 14,353

Summary: “You look upset. Was the meeting bad?”

Namjoon sighs, rubbing over his face with his free hand and rolling onto his back. “It wasn’t good. I have bad news, hyung.”

Yoongi frowns harder. “What is it?”

“I can’t come home over break,” Namjoon says, deciding to rip the bandaid off and get it over with. “I’m so sorry.”

[Or, Namjoon and Yoongi are in a long distance relationship. It's not what they had planned, but they make it work.]

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kerikaaria · 4 years ago

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 4

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Some fluff, angst

WC: 3.1k

Warnings: None

Series Masterlist

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

By the time another week and a half passed, I started to get the hang of balancing everything without over-exhausting myself so much – although of course, it still wasn’t easy. If Bang PD-nim will let me stay after my contract is up, I am definitely not going to stay full-time as a student, but I’m just glad I won’t feel like I’m suffering as much from now on.

Sejin oppa has been spending his time with me to show me everything a manager is supposed to do. I’ve learned that the managers work directly with the celebrities and in particular, anything to do with their schedule. From setting up the schedule, to taking them to the different schedules and back, to making sure everything runs smoothly at each place. There were other things as well of course, but that’s one of the biggest parts of the job.

So that’s mostly what we’ve been doing – he’s been showing me all the duties of a manager and teaching me how he does it. Since they haven’t debuted there’s not a lot of things for us to technically do quite yet, but there are still small things the boys can do, like being a backup dancer for someone else’s music video, prior to debut. When they get closer to being ready for their debut, we will have to start working really hard to get their official debut scheduled. He’s already warned me that it won’t be easy to convince a station to debut a group from a company who hasn’t had any big celebrities yet.

It was a Saturday and there were no classes, so when I woke up early I went to the boys’ shared dorm to meet them there before heading to the company. Sejin oppa shared the boys’ schedules with me now so I knew when they had anything to do. Whenever possible, I’ll be helping with getting them to their schedules. And I had a particularly difficult person to wake up today.

I knocked on the door. I had a spare key, but there was no way I would enter without at least making my presence known. I didn’t want to see any boys walking around in their underwear.

To my surprise, Jin answered the door quickly. “Good morning, (Y/n). What brings you here so early?”

I made eye contact with him and said, “Yoongi.” He understood right away and placed a hand on my shoulder to offer his sympathies.

“Well, I am making breakfast so once you manage to wake him up, you’re welcome to eat,” he suggested.

“If I make it out alive, I will definitely take you up on that offer,” I replied as I entered the dorm and placed my belongings in the living room. I turned towards Namjoon who was the only other one awake in the dorm. “Is it safe for me to enter?” I asked.

Namjoon flashed a smile. “They’re all presentable, no mental scars for you today noona.”

I took a deep breath as I slowly opened the door to the boys’ bedroom where five very sound asleep bodies lay in their beds. I looked for the 2 who needed to be at the company for lessons in an hour, contemplating if I should start with easy or hard mode. I decided to climb the ladder to the bunk of the boy curled up hugging a pillow.

“Taehyung, time to wake up,” I gently tried to shake him awake. When he didn’t respond, I tried pulling the pillow out of his grasp, but he just held onto it tighter. Was he actually awake, or does his sleeping body have that good of reflexes? “Taetae,” I called in a sing-song voice. “Seokjin is making you breakfast.”

His eyes opened just slightly at that. “Really?” he asked groggily.

I giggled at the adorable picture. “Yes, really. Now get up before you have to witness my massacre at the hands of Yoongi.”

He sat up and deciding I no longer had to worry about him, I made my way to the bunk where my biggest obstacle lay still. I breathed in a large gulp of air as I prepared myself for what was to come. “Yoongi,” I tried in the same sing-song voice I used with his younger brother. “Time to get up, Yoongi.”

I heard a grumble come from the otherwise lifeless rock. I tried nudging his shoulder but still nothing. “Come on, wake up Yoongi,” I tried again. He responded with weak swats of his hand to tell me to go away. I paused for a second while I thought of how to best wake him up.

I watched Taehyung climb down from his bed and an idea popped into my head. Before he could walk away, I stopped him and gestured to Yoongi’s bed followed by a hugging motion, hoping he’d understand what I was asking of him. He frowned back at me, not wanting to die today, but after I pleaded with my eyes he sighed and shuffled over to Yoongi’s bed. He laid next to his hyung, curling around him and wrapping him in his arms. I quickly snapped a picture with my phone while the older boy tried shoving him off. I gave Tae a thumbs up so he knew it was safe to run for his life.

“Yoongi, if you don’t wake up I’m going to show this picture of you and Tae snuggling to everyone in the company.”

At that, the reluctant sleeper sat up in bed, turning his head in my direction. I’m sure if his eyes were open, I’d see him glaring at me. “Noona, don’t you dare,” he grumbled.

“Then wake up, sleepyhead. Seokjin’s making you breakfast anyway.”

He slowly pushed his covers to the side as I pulled him out of his bed and pushed him out the door to make sure he didn’t go lay back down.

As we walked out, Namjoon looked up surprised. “You made it out in one piece, noona?”

I nodded, happy that my mission had been accomplished so easily.

Yoongi sat down at the table and held his hand out towards me. “Give me your phone, noona.”

“Nope!” I teased him. “I need to keep this for future blackmail.”

“Yah, don’t even think about it,” the grumpier boy retaliated.

Ignoring him, I sat down at the table across from Taehyung to wait while Jin finished making breakfast and placed a very delicious looking meal in front of me. The five of us had a quiet, peaceful breakfast together and Seokjin covered the leftovers for the rest to eat when they woke up.

I walked with Taehyung and Yoongi to the company while the older boy lectured his younger brother for our conspiracy this morning. Despite Yoongi’s seemingly angry demeanor, I swear I saw hints of a smile and a look of endearment flash on his features a few times. It was a rather cute scene.

When we got to the company, they went to their individual lessons – Taehyung to his vocal lesson and Yoongi to dance. I’d be getting some more training today, but Sejin oppa was busy until afternoon, so my only mission for the morning was accomplished. With nothing else to do, I decided to hang outside of the room where Tae was receiving his coaching and pulled out my schoolwork to pass the time.

I was quietly listening to music and after sitting there for a little while, I heard some other employees talking nearby. I was going to ignore them, if it wasn’t for the fact that I heard my name.

“What do you think about the boss hiring that (Y/n) girl?” a voice asked, enticing me to remove my ear buds.

“I don’t get what’s going on in his head sometimes. She’s so young, probably has no job experience, and she’s not even Korean. What did he see in her?” another responded.

“I have no idea. He’s trusting her to be able to debut a group. Sejin no doubt could do it, but I’m sure all that girl is doing is pulling him down and making it harder for him.”

“At least she’s a temp employee, she’ll be gone in a few months then he can get them back on track with their debut.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to see their potential and everyone’s work get wasted over a stupid spur-of-the-moment choice.”

“I can’t wai-“ the voice stopped abruptly and the conversation seemed to end.

I finally placed the earbud in my ear. I had heard small whispers and seen people giving me strange looks out of the corner of my eye here and there throughout the past couple of weeks so I had my suspicions that there were those in the company unhappy with me. But I had never heard anyone talk about me like that before. I knew they didn’t matter and it shouldn’t bother me, but I couldn’t help but find myself upset over the words.

I leaned my head against the wall behind me. As I looked up, I saw a very silent Seokjin staring at me.

“Oh, you’re here?” I conjured up a smile for my friend while putting my ear buds away, music no longer needed with him here.

He sat next to me. “You heard them, didn’t you?” I guessed him walking past them is what halted their conversation.

I placed my head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter.”

Seokjin wrapped his arm around me, gently caressing my side to comfort me. “We have faith in you, (Y/n). I hope you know that.”

I sighed. “I learned to not pay attention to what other people think of me a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t mean it can’t bother you, though.”

“The only opinions here that matter to me are you and the boys, Sejin oppa, and Bang PD-nim’s. Everyone else is insignificant to me.” I said the words more in an attempt to convince myself, and I’m sure Jin knew that because his grip on my side tightened as he lay his head on top of mine.

We sat in silence for a while until I felt the familiar vibration of my phone. I looked to see a message from Sejin oppa telling me he’s here and it’s time for me to go to his office. Jin let his hold on me go so I could meet with my mentor, and jokingly blew me a kiss as I walked away. I shot him a hand heart back and he grabbed his chest, pretending to faint at the gesture. I giggled, glad that I could always count on my friend to be there for me.

Since we had more time today than most other days today, Sejin oppa took advantage of that to test the knowledge he had given me up to this point. He ran a bunch of management scenarios past me, such as issues that could happen during various events, and I had to explain how I would handle them on the spot. I understood a lot of what was expected of a manager and I seemed to have a good grasp on how to do these things in theory, I just hoped that I’d be confident and stable enough to be able to do the same in practice too.

Eventually, hours had somehow passed and Sejin oppa had other things he had to do, so he let me go and I was free to do what I wanted. Not wanting to go back to my dorm just yet, I made my way to the boys’ usual dance studio. I knew it was about time for their group dance lesson, but I planned on hiding in the corner and to do some school assignments by myself. I just wanted to be somewhere I was much more comfortable.

I snuck my way into the room while they were attentively following their instructor’s lesson and found my way to the back corner where the couch was. I quietly pulled out my work and put in my headphones to help me focus.

I would periodically glance up at the boys’ hard work, admiring their skill. No matter how many times I saw them it still always amazed me. The amount of work and effort that the trainees put into improving their skills was so admirable, it made me almost feel motivated to work equally as hard at what I wanted to accomplish in my life too.

But what did I want to accomplish? When I chose my college major I was so sure of what I wanted to do, but ever since coming here I can’t help but find my schoolwork tedious and almost pointless now. I found myself wanting to focus on learning how to be the best manager I could be for the group of wonderful boys working hard in front of me.

I stopped working on my schoolwork as my mind flooded with thoughts. I felt like I really wanted to stay here, but could I? I wanted to help my new friends achieve their dreams but what if I wasn’t good enough and ended up messing it up for them? Suddenly the conversation I overheard earlier plagued my mind. As much as I wanted to be here and prove those people wrong, as much as I felt that I could do well if I just tried my best at this job, there was a part of me deep down that just made me feel so insecure about if I really could do it.

Someone quite literally snapped my mind back into reality. I looked up to see Jimin looking at me curiously.

I pulled my earbuds out of my ears. “Yes, Jimin?”

“Nothing. Our lesson is over,” the boy responded. “You seemed really lost in thought there, noona. Everything okay?”

I offered him a smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” I looked around the room and noticed that they were putting on jackets and gathering some belongings.

“We’re going to go get some dinner, want to come?” Jimin asked.

“Sure! And you know what? It’ll be my treat,” I said.

Hoseok seemed to be the only other one to hear my offer. “NOONA! You’ll buy us food? Oh my gosh, can we get samgyeopsal? Please? Please, please, please, please?”

His volume got the attention of the rest of the group, so they all started chiming in asking the same.

“Okay, okay. I can splurge on you guys, just this once,” I teased as I made my way out the door first. Everyone followed closely behind.

Eating dinner was about the same atmosphere as it usually was with these seven, full of chatting, laughing, and playful banter. I found myself laughing along with them as we ate.

I sat across the table from Seokjin. He placed about the twentieth piece of meat that night on my plate and I shot him a look.

“Seokjin, stop feeding me and just eat,” I lectured. “I can feed myself.”

“But (Y/n), you need to eat more,” my friend defended.

“And so do you,” I retorted. “You guys work hard all day, you need to eat.”

He gave me an unreadable look as he somehow stuffed 5 pieces in his mouth at once, making me laugh.

As the boys kept conversing, I tried to enter the conversation here and there. It was hard, with there being seven other voices and of course a lot of the things they talked about where from before I knew them or things that I didn’t have much to say about. As we were starting to wind down and finish our food, I excused myself to the bathroom but I’m not sure any of them noticed.

It made me happy seeing them all have a good time like that, but I couldn’t help but feel a little left out. I didn’t necessarily blame them; it couldn’t be easy to add one more person into the mold when they were all so close and fit together perfectly already. I closed my eyes and shook my head, as if to literally get rid of any negative thoughts that were surfacing in there.

When I walked back to the table, I was shocked to see it void of any people. I quickly walked up to the register to pay for the meal and left the restaurant as fast as I could to go find the boys. Relief washed over me when I saw Seokjin leaning against the wall just before the door. He pushed himself upright when he saw me so we could leave and start walking.

“Thanks for waiting, Jin,” I said.

He put his arm around my shoulder, “Of course, (Y/n).”

“Why’d they all leave?”

He shrugged. “I guess they just didn’t pay attention, maybe they thought you left first? I saw you head to the bathroom though, so I waited for you.”

I looked at the ground as we walked, contemplating the words of my friend. It was hard to not feel upset that I was that unnoticeable, for them to just leave without me as if I were never there in the first place. No, I can’t think those kinds of things. They’re not like other people I’ve known, they wouldn’t do that. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts once more.

“You alright, (Y/n)?” Jin asked, looking down at me.

I mustered up as much of a smile as I could and nodded. “Let’s just get back.”

We walked the rest of the way in silence as we headed back to the dance studio, where the boys were planning on getting some more practice in before heading back home. Jin opened the door to the studio but paused for a second before turning to look at me. I was about to ask him what was wrong as he went to close the door before I heard a voice from inside.

“She’s just going to leave us anyway, so what’s the point of trying to be close?” I heard Jungkook say.

I stopped Seokjin from closing to door to listen in on the conversation a bit more.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh, though?” Jimin responded.

“I don’t know, aren’t we just temporary to her too? It’s not like she’ll see us after she leaves,” Yoongi’s voice pierced my heart.

“We should still be nice to her while she’s here,” Namjoon said. “It’s not like we can just ignore her.”

I couldn’t register the rest of the conversation, as their voices turned to inaudible mumbles while my head started spinning. I felt Seokjin’s concerned gaze on me as he closed the door, my hand no longer holding it open.

“(Y/n)…” he started.

I didn’t let him finish. All I could think about was getting out of here. Getting out of this place where I clearly wasn’t wanted. So I ran.

(A/N) - I'm not an expert on anything related to being a celebrity manager so I'm sorry if any of the information I put in this chapter regarding what the job entails is inaccurate. This is just how I picture the job to be. I'm trying my best to be as accurate as I can with most things, but I can't know everything about everything lol.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Graphic depiction of torture, graphic physical violence, captured/kidnapping, major character death

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Chapter 51: Begin

“I can’t stand you crying. I want to cry instead, although I can’t.”

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Seoul – Samseong; Gangnam District South Korea

9:45 AM

Jungkook was three steps from heading to the insane asylum.

One step represented each day that he hadn’t been able to track Eden down.

He barely heard the words of comfort that Jimin was giving him. He knew that it had something to do with it not being his fault, but how could it not have been? He hadn’t heard from his wife in three days, assuming she got wrapped up with family affairs and was too busy to check in on the first day. The second day had him concerned that she’d gotten hurt. By the third day, Jungkook was at his wit’s end.

Only to find out that she’d been snatched up before she ever got the chance to leave for Daegu. He shouldn’t have put her second to his job. He shouldn’t have let her leave their house to go to the train station alone.

He shouldn’t have let this happen.

The image of Eden’s beaten form in the video clip was branded across the forefront of his mind. Hoseok was angry, determined to track down the Jade Fang members who’d done this. Jungkook was angry that they were still part of the equation. They should have been eliminated years ago.

It wasn’t like they weren’t aware of what Im Changkyun was capable of. They’d seen the vicious things he’d done while they were Jade Fang members themselves. He didn’t think it was necessary to attend district meetings, feeling the rest of the bosses were beneath his standards of proper mafia leadership. Hoseok was his only equal and it appeared that he continued to see him as such.

Divine Intervention prevented Jungkook from leaving the house that night and storming the stronghold of the Jade Fangs alone. He would have burned every single one of their businesses down; he was determined to do so. Jimin escorted him home that night and there was a parcel waiting at home for Jungkook. His brother made him a drink and when Jungkook opened the package, he collapsed on the floor and cried until he could barely breathe.

It was a gift Eden prepared for him for his birthday – a handmade model of his dream car. Seated in the car were miniature figures of Eden and himself. He didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember Jimin tucking a blanket over him. He could only remember Eden’s face, smiling as they shared breakfast together the morning she was taken.

“Jungkook-ah,” called Jimin, pulling Jungkook out of his inner musings. There was concern painted over his brother’s face and he took a breath, waiting for him to continue. “I think we’ve covered everywhere here.”

Jungkook said nothing. Instead, he pulled out the small notebook he carried with him and scratched out Gangnam from the list. For two and a half days, they combed every single section of Gangnam they could. There was a part of him that knew that the Jade Fangs wouldn’t be so arrogant to hold her hostage in their former territory. But there was also a part of him that could reason Im Changkyun doing something so ridiculous as a form of “poetic justice” against them.

To him, the Golden Jackals never disbanded.

“What about the others?”

Jimin sighed, leaning against the driver’s side door of the car. “They’re hitting the other areas. Hoseok called in some favors from the other district bosses to let us through.”

All Jungkook did was nod. There was something off about this whole situation. Very off. There shouldn’t have been a single obstacle in the way of the other district heads when it came to taking over their territories. Yongsan and Gangnam were completely up for grabs; Hoseok said as much. Jungkook could only guess that Changkyun’s influence prevented them from stepping a single foot into their turf. He more than likely was determined to get Hoseok and the others back so they could do a mass district takeover.

“I don’t like that Tae Hyung went off by himself,” he suddenly said, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

��Yeah,” he replied softly, “I don’t either.”

Jungkook frowned. “He still hasn’t checked in yet?”

“No.”

He didn’t want to prod any further. Jimin was probably more worried about Taehyung than any of them. While it was unsurprising that he went off on his own, it was unlike him to not have checked in by now. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person, which was why they all knew that he hadn’t slept while he was on the hunt.

Then again, none of them were really sleeping.

A soft ache throbbed at Jungkook’s temple. He pressed a hand to his chest, taking a small amount of comfort in feeling his wedding band dangling from the necklace chain. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle not knowing what was happening with Eden.

“Hyung, I—”

“She’s fine, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin’s words sliced through his own, as if he’d already predicted what he was going to say. When he met his brother’s gaze, he saw the reassuring smile tinged with just a hint of worry. “If I know her, she’ll make them regret the day they decided to take her.”

“Not before I do.”

Suddenly, Jimin and Jungkook’s phones chimed simultaneously – indicating they received a message. Both looked at their phones immediately and Jungkook felt his heart rate escalate. It wasn’t a matter of him losing hope as seeing the message renewed his vigor.

It was from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I found her. She’s near Namyangju in Gyeonggi-do. Somewhere in the Industrial District. I’m heading back now.

Jungkook looked at Jimin the same time he did. Without uttering a word, they flung the doors open to the car and hopped in. Jimin fired up the engine and punched it, speeding out of Gangnam. Jungkook stared at his phone as more messages came through from the others. It didn’t take him long to figure out that they were closer to that location than everyone else. It was a half an hour drive, traffic willing.

They’d get there first.

10:17 AM

Namyangju – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Jungkook felt like it took them a hundred years to get to their destination. With every mile marker they passed, it brought him one step closer to finding Eden. One step closer to bringing her home. He clung to the smallest shreds of his willpower not to scream at Jimin to drive faster. They didn’t need to get into any kind of accident before they reached her.

Jimin swung the car into an empty street, the desolate district eerie even in the morning light. Jungkook tumbled from the passenger side, all but tearing his seatbelt from his body in the process. Jimin called after him, but he paid him no mind. His legs ate up the ground as he ran headlong into the central area of the decrepit buildings.

No one lived in the abandoned sections of the province anymore, but the government hadn’t bothered with tearing it down. His hope began to dwindle, realizing just how expansive the district was. It would take them hours to find her at this rate.

Resisting the urge to scream, he slowed to a jogging pace before stopping altogether. Running around blindly without a single clue as to where to look would get him nowhere. They were just wasting time. There was even the chance that the group would up and relocate themselves before they could even have a chance at finding them.

Eden would be lost forever.

He heard Jimin run up behind him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. Jungkook did his best to tether his scattered thoughts, chasing away the worst possibilities from his mind. He needed to calm down and think.

“There were a few cars parked near the back,” he said after catching his breath, “we might need to go up top to get a better idea of where they might be.”

Jungkook nodded, pointing straight ahead. “I’ll head to that building down there. Text me if you find anything.”

Just as he was about to take off, Jimin grabbed him – halting his movements.

“No, we stick together.” Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but Jimin’s glare quickly silenced him. “If something happens, we won’t be able to do anything alone. We’re stronger together.”

While he wanted to argue, he knew that his brother was right. Even if splitting up would help them cover more ground, there was a good chance that they wouldn’t have a way to defend themselves if they got caught in a sticky situation. Jungkook did his best to push down his mounting impulsivities. Charging in blindly was foolish and would most likely get them killed.

“Alright, Hyung,” Jungkook said, relenting, “let’s go together.”

Not wasting another moment, they tore off down the center of the district – eyes rapidly searching in every direction their necks would allow them to turn.

10:32 AM

Minutes crept by at a snail’s pace.

Jungkook did everything he could to keep his head together. There were too many horrifying images playing rapidly in his head, like a flipbook that ended in blood splatters. Jimin stayed at his side, matching his pace as well as his fervor. Every so often, they would stop to peek into various buildings. They climbed up to higher vantage points to get a better lay of the area, dipping off to resume their search.

Everything looked so dead from the inside out.

A scream tore through the vast emptiness, causing Jungkook to trip over his own feet and he came crashing to the ground. Jimin was immediately beside him, grabbing him by the arm and hoisting him back up. Jungkook’s heart pounded double-time in his chest; it hurt. A cold sweat broke out over his skin and he couldn’t stop his body from trembling, even though Jimin rubbed small circles on his back.

“E-Eden,” he barely managed to croak, his legs shaking to the point where it was difficult to stand. Jimin continued to hold him up. “That was her!”

The sound was close.

Jimin said nothing. He continued to guide them along the path, turning around corners until he heard his wife scream again. It was even closer. They were almost to her!

He felt his brother release the hold he had on him and Jungkook involuntarily sagged against the side of a building. He didn’t know where they were or how deep into the district they’d gone. Jimin’s expression was focused and if he was feeling any sort of turmoil, it never showed. Not once.

The building they were pressed against was yellowed from age and neglect. Numerous cracks ran along the sides and bits of paint were peeling back; some pieces flying away from even the slightest gust of wind. The window had a long crack running from an upward angle to the corner of the pane; dirty and smudged. Jimin wiped a hand across the bottom to get rid of the dirt so he could see inside. Jungkook sidled up beside him to peek in as well.

He could feel Jimin’s vice-like grip on his shoulder, pinning him in place. Jungkook’s vision blurred momentarily before regaining focus, zeroing in on the image of his wife strung up like some animal. There were a few lackeys around and appeared to be bored – as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen. Jungkook felt the muscle at his jaw throbbing viciously as he clenched his teeth, grinding them in anger.

He wanted a gun. He would have emptied a clip into every single one of them.

Jungkook tried to move, but Jimin wouldn’t let him go.

“Hyung!” came his harsh whisper, but Jimin shook his head roughly.

“Wait, Jungkook,” he hissed back, finally letting him go, “just wait.”

“I can’t, dammit!”

“You can and you will.” Jimin’s words were final. “We don’t even know what kind of weapons they have in there. If Changkyun’s willing to play dirty like this, there’s no guarantee that his men won’t fill us full of holes with guns they obtained illegally.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, but he knew that Jimin was right. They needed to assess the situation fully before making a move. If they ran in there blindly without understanding what they were up against, there was a chance that Eden would die in the crossfire.

“So what now?”

Jimin continued to look through the window and he could see the wheels in his head turning. Strategy was his strongest suit so Jungkook did his best to be as patient as possible. A handful of seconds passed before he turned to meet his gaze.

“I’m going to go in from the front.”

“What?!” Jungkook gave him an incredulous look. “That’s crazy. Are you crazy?!”

“Shut-up and listen to me.” Jimin turned to look back through the window. “I’m going to draw their attention to me. This window is loose so as soon as I get them to chase me, I want you to go in and grab Eden and then get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t like this plan.

“There’s ten of them, Hyung. Maybe more. You can’t outrun them all.”

Jimin grinned, still peering into the building. “I can try.”

Jungkook grabbed his shoulder. “Hyung!”

He felt his arm being yanked off abruptly, causing him to take a step back. Jimin cast an icy glare in his direction.

“Do what I say.”

He wanted to protest again. He wanted to tell him that this was suicide. They should wait for the others. Wouldn’t that have been the smart thing?

But if they waited too long, then they may miss their chance. The Jade Fangs could probably swarm them, call for more men, and then overtake them completely. Jungkook knew that the plan was the best option they had right now.

It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Without waiting for him to agree or even disagree, Jimin turned and ran down one side of the building. He rounded the corner and disappeared on the other side, leaving Jungkook alone to wait. There was a distinct feeling of dread sweeping over him, telling him that there was danger to watch out for. But wasn’t that obvious? Didn’t they understand that, knowingly showing up to this place?

This was unavoidable.

A loud bang rang out inside the large interior. Jungkook peered over the bottom of the window, craning his neck as best he could. Light flooded into the dark space as he watched Jimin’s shadow stretching along the floor. All the men inside turned around, grabbing what weapons they had near them to launch an assault. Jimin immediately dispatched one of the lackeys close to the door before turning to run away from the building. All but two gave chase.

Now!

Jungkook thrust the window open, causing it to break further from the force. He leaped in through the opening and charged forward. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction caused by his entrance, Jungkook barreled into the man closest to him – taking him down with a swift grappling throw. The man landed on his head; a distinct crack heard from his skull smacking into the concrete.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of silver, and he dodged at the last second. Whirling his body around, he jumped back with his arms extended out as another man tried to hit him with a metal bat. Jungkook bobbed and weaved out of the way, moving just out of reach at the last possible moment. Pivoting on his back leg, he waited for the man to try to swing at him again before catching the bat in his hand and pulling it toward him. The man slid on his heels, the distance closing rapidly. Jungkook aimed a kick straight for his stomach and sent him flying.

He brought the bat down over the man’s head for good measure.

With the two men unconscious, Jungkook swerved around and ran toward Eden. He did his best to avoid looking at her injuries, not wanting to distract himself from the most important task he had: freeing her. As he looked at her restraints, he did his best to concentrate on her face. She was semi-conscious, the noise bringing her out of whatever fugue state she was in.

“J-Jungkook-ah?” She coughed. “Y-You shouldn’t be here…”

“Shh,” he admonished, his eyes flicking over her bindings, “save your strength.”

His hands moved with lightning speed, fidgeting over the ropes and chains binding her as she hung from a large hook attached to the ceiling. When he finally managed to loosen the ropes, he lifted her up by her waist so he could untether her from the hook. Her arms dangled limply around his neck; the chains clamped around her wrists jingling together with the sudden movement.

Her body lacked the strength to keep herself upright and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Jungkook held fast to her, moving her arms over his head so he could undo the chains around her wrists. He could tell she’d lost weight and she seemed almost a shell of who he knew her to be. He focused on getting her to safety – choosing to smother his fury into the pit of his stomach.

“Go,” she whispered as he held onto her, “get out of here.” She coughed again. “Leave me.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he snapped, draping her arm over his shoulder as he held onto her waist, “now come on.”

Jungkook wouldn’t hear anymore of this nonsense, even if it was coming from the woman he loved. She was barefoot, but there wasn’t any glass on the ground. If she didn’t think she’d be able to walk, he’d carry her on his back and dare her to say otherwise.

Shuffling toward the entrance, he could hear men yelling in the distance. But it sounded like it was getting closer. Jimin was circling back, probably to make sure that they’d gotten out. If they could hold out a little longer, the others would come and then they could cause a big enough scene to get the hell out.

Just as he reached the entryway, he turned to make sure the two men he’d dealt with were still on the ground. Satisfied that they weren’t going to be getting up anytime soon, he turned back toward the exit.

A shadow moved from the corner. Eden saw it before he did. Jungkook shuffled to the left. He was half a step short.

The pain didn’t register at first. All he could focus on was Yoo Kihyun who was now directly in his path to freedom. It wasn’t until he saw the older man take a step forward that Jungkook took a step back. But not of his own freewill. He was forced to step back.

The knife in his gut pushed him to move.

Eden screamed but he barely heard it. Jungkook nearly dropped her, but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to fall. Not in front of him; her captor. A chilling smile painted over Kihyun’s face as he tilted his head, peering into Jungkook’s eyes. It was like he was asking him what his next move would be without having to say it out loud. For a split second, Jungkook’s vision blurred.

Releasing the hold he had on Eden’s arm, he grabbed a hold of the knife and pushed back – pulling the blade slowly from his gut. Kihyun blinked in surprise at him, watching as he drew the older man’s arm away from his body while still holding his wife fast to him. Again, Eden screamed, but this time she moved with whatever strength was left in her body – arms reaching out in a feral manner.

She scratched her nails across Kihyun’s face, forcing him to reach up and cover his cheek. Jungkook stepped forward, pulling the knife completely from his stomach, before spinning it in his blood-soaked fingers to grasp the blade’s handle. Kihyun stumbled backward a step and Jungkook quickly closed the distance, plunging the knife directly into his shoulder and aiming a kick to his knee. He waited for him to hit the dirt before pulling Eden quickly behind him.

He didn’t have to express the need for urgency.

They both disappeared into a nearby cluster of reeds.

10:45 AM

Blood wept from the side of Jimin’s head as he rounded the corner of a building. He held onto a rusty metal pipe, clutching it at his side. He knew one of his ribs were broken, if not two, and there was a good chance he very nearly sprained his ankle hopping over a broken-down car to avoid being clobbered with a length of chain. He quickly did a tally in his head, making a note that he was able to knock down four of the eight that were chasing him. Two of them he tripped up along their pursuit and the rest were now trying to comb the nearby streets in search of him.

Hearing Eden’s scream forced him to double back toward the building where he’d left Jungkook. It wasn’t the sound of agony. It was of outrage. Something must have happened. He needed to get back to them and quickly.

Jimin wiped some of the sweat and blood from his head, spitting at the ground. Once his heart calmed down, he tried to ascertain his whereabouts. Just two buildings over and he’d be right back where he’d started.

Come on, Park Jimin. Calm down and focus.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, eyeing the screen. It was from Yoongi.

Yoongi: We’re almost there! Where are you guys? Give us a landmark!

Taking a moment to breathe, he turned his head in every direction to try and gauge a decent landmark for the others to follow. There was a cluster of blue barrels far away from the abandoned buildings, just toward the edge where a large field of reeds were. He quickly texted him back, letting him know the location.

He slid the phone back into his pocket, gripping the metal pipe in both hands. Now he just needed to get back to Jungkook who, he hoped, had Eden in tow.

His phone buzzed again; this time in succession. Someone was calling him.

Dipping into a nearby building, he hunkered down in a shadowed corner to look at the phone. It was Jungkook. He answered.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“H-Hyung…”

Jimin could tell something was wrong.

“Where are you?”

“T-The…the reeds…”

He had to refrain from cursing. There were reeds in every direction. He took a breath to calm his nerves.

“What else do you see around you?”

There was a pregnant pause and he wondered if something was happening with the call.

Jimin-ah?”

It was Eden. His heart practically jumped into his throat.

“Oh, thank God he got you out. Are you alright?”

“Never mind that. Jungkook’s hurt.”

He could hear the frantic tone in her voice. Jimin tried to smooth his voice out in a way that would help take the edge off for her.

“Okay, just breathe. Can you tell me where you guys are right now?”

“I can’t really see anything. The reeds are so thick.”

“Can you see any barrels around you?”

“Hold on.”

It was only a few seconds, but Jimin felt like he was losing years off his life as he waited for her to answer.

“I can see some blue ones. But they’re far away.”

He resisted the urge to smile. They weren’t that far from his current location.

“How far?”

“Several yards. They’re across that dirt path.”

“Okay, good.” His side screamed at him from the position he was in, but he ignored it. “I want you to meet me there, okay?”

It sounded like she was about to sob which unnerved him.

“Can’t you just come here? Jungkook’s hurt badly and I don’t have the strength to carry him.”

Jimin hissed quietly to himself. I told him to be careful… He took a breath. “Alright, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there soon.”

“Hurry!”

Ending the call, Jimin slipped out the back of the building and made his way around the next bend. Part of him wanted to throw the pipe off in a different direction, hoping the noise would distract others away from his path. But if they got flanked, he’d need a way to defend Eden, Jungkook, and himself. Especially if Jungkook was as hurt as Eden claimed he was.

This isn’t good, he thought, tearing through the back alleyway and heading up the side of the street to disappear into the thicket of reeds.

10:57 AM

Even though he knew he’d only traveled a few blocks, it felt like he’d been moving for miles. Each turn he made, Jimin thought he was getting more and more lost. Every so often, he’d turn his head to look over his shoulder and spy out the buildings – making sure that he was still on a straight path to the others. He heard some of the other men shouting at each other, trying to figure out where they’d gone, and each of these times, Jimin would pause so that he didn’t give away his position.

Just as he was about to resume his search, he heard a distinct shuffling sound off to his right. It was close.

“J-Jimin-ah? Is that you?”

It was Eden. She sounded exhausted and halfway to the underworld, but it was her. Jimin quickly darted in the direction of her voice, parting the reeds in front of him as he went.

A lump of ice dropped in his stomach at what he saw.

There, cradled in her arms, was Jungkook. A large blood stain blossomed from his shirt and he saw Eden pressing his jacket to his stomach and putting pressure on the injury. She was crying, doing her best to keep her sobs nonexistent so they didn’t alert the others of where they were. She looked up, relief and despair battling for dominance over her features. Jimin dropped the pipe in his hands, his legs slowly carrying him toward Jungkook just as he spit up blood from his mouth.

“J-Jungkook-ah,” he stammered, collapsing to his knees.

Despite the obvious pain he was in, Jungkook flashed him a smile full of blood-stained teeth. “H-Hyung,” he managed to get out, albeit garbled from a mouthful of blood, “what took you so long?”

Jimin didn’t have the energy to snap back. He felt like part of his soul just left him completely. His eyes roved over Jungkook’s body, trying to figure out the cause of his brother’s current state. He lifted his gaze to meet Eden’s.

“What happened?”

“It was Kihyun,” she said weakly while brushing some of the fringe off of Jungkook’s forehead, “he came out of nowhere and—”

“That doesn’t matter,” Jungkook interjected, causing them both to focus on him, “Hyung, get her out of here.”

Another piece of his soul was pulled away.

“W-What?”

Eden shifted him in her arms, clinging to him in desperation. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Yes, you are.” Jungkook reached up to his neck, grabbing the necklace and popping it off in one quick motion. He smeared blood over his skin and clothes, holding it up for Eden. “Take it and go.”

She emphatically shook her head and Jimin could tell that even doing this was zapping her of what strength she had left.

“You bastard,” she muttered, curling her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, “how can you expect me to leave you? Huh?” Eden lowered herself, pulling him against her body to hug him close. “Till death do us part, remember?”

Jungkook did his best to wrap an arm around her, coughing more blood out and staining her shirt. “…and this…is where…we part.”

Eden shot back, looking down at Jungkook as tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his cheeks.

“J-Jungkook,” she stammered, her bottom lip trembling as her voice shook.

Again, he smiled up at her. “I love you, Eden.” He grabbed her hand and placed the necklace inside her palm, closing her fingers over it. “If…if I’m reborn, let me love you in the next life too, okay?”

Jimin could hear his own heart shattering in his chest.

“Hyung…take her and go.”

“But Jungkook-ah—”

“Please.”

Tears leaked out of Jimin’s eyes. It took everything he had, but he stood up and crossed over to where Eden was. She continued to hold onto her husband, refusing to let go even as Jimin tried to pull her up and onto her feet. She fought him but even she knew that she didn’t have the strength to keep it up. Jimin held her against him and they both gazed at the satisfied and peaceful expression on Jungkook’s face. He nodded to them, mouthing for them to go.

Jimin turned, hauling Eden with him as she wailed silently into the crook of his shoulder.

I’ll come back for you, Jungkook. I won’t leave you alone out here...

11:05 AM

He knew that it was only a few minutes since he watched Eden and his brother leave. In those few minutes, Jungkook believed it was several lifetimes. In those few minutes, he thought back to everything that led to this very moment. All the choices he’d made, the road he’d traveled, and the people he’d traveled on that road with along the way.

He regretted nothing up until that moment.

The only thing he knew he would have to repent for would be leaving his beautiful wife behind alone. They’d had a few chapters written in their life together, but they were pages filled with hopes and dreams for an uncertain future. Life never gave guarantees. The only certainty for life was death. It was the same for everyone.

The sun was reaching its peak over the skies. There were very little clouds littering the pale blue blanket above him and he wasn’t sure if it was the bright light that was making it difficult to see or something else. Jungkook lost feeling to the lower half of his body nearly two minutes earlier.

Again, he coughed and more blood sprayed from his mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes, slipping from the corners to seep into his ears.

My brothers…

Jungkook could feel his eyelids growing a little heavier with each passing second, but he forced them to stay open.

Eden…

But the darkness began to creep around the corners of his vision, blurring out the light until it was a faint glow in his line of sight.

He wanted to keep feeling the warmth of the sun on his face until the very end.

…until we meet again.

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Fifteen

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 10.1k ( this is unedited for now)

A/N: hello its 4am and, Im dead inside but, I love soft yoongi so much. I hope this makes you happy :)))) This chapter was really supposed to be about Jimin’s showcase but, there is a lil spice and a whole lot of Suga (ha, get it?) at the end. Please please please let me know what you think, it means the world.

NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN

Warnings for this Chapter: overwhelming tension as we wait for the winner of the showcase to be announced, language, alcohol use (stay safe kidz), like an insane amount of fluff and friendship, smut (18+ only plz).

Chapter 15: Park Fairy and Professions

So, you think you can make it out of Yoongi’s studio aka the place where you’ve realized you’re most definitely falling for the one and only Min Yoongi aka Agust D aka THE CUTEST MAN ALIVE???

You can!

Well, barely…

After the conclusion of yet another round of morning sex, you finally pry your greedy hands off of Yoongi’s body and, force yourself to head home to freshen up before Jimin’s show.

Yoongi hadn’t been very fond of the idea but, the logical side of him knew that the two of you couldn’t stay cocooned together forever.

(even though he would have been totally fine with that)

He walked you to your car, flipping Seijin off as he berated him from the front desk and, placed at least 5 shy kisses onto your mouth after opening your car door.

Home boy was thoroughly whipped…

But I mean…so we’re you.

Because, now that you’re sitting on your couch in nothing but your towel, you can’t help but allow a drunken smile to invade your mouth.

While you might have erred on the side of caution a month or two prior, you can’t help but, free fall into the mushy pit of emotion that’s currently taking over your brain.

It’s nothing you can avoid anymore. You’ve been trying for quite some time.

You’re hopelessly, recklessly, falling in-

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ANNOUNCEMENT: TONIGHT IS MY BOYFRIEND’S, AKA PARK JIMIN’S, AKA PRINCESS JIMJIM’S, AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE’S SHOWCASE AND, HIS MAJESTY WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU NEED TO BE AT THE PERFORMING SPACE A HALF AN HOUR EARLY TO MAKE SURE YOU GET IN ON TIME. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, I WILL PERSONALLY BEHEAD YOU.

Saved by the bell…

You giggle, your heart warming at Jungkook’s open display of (aggressive) affection.

He’s come along way.

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll be there! Even though getting beheaded by Jungkook doesn’t sound like a bad way to go…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): when he sends out death threats for you <333 I can’t wait to see you kookie, I miss you so much. Are you guys staying the night?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m definitely staying the night. I don’t know what Tae is doing.

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): and given that he ate my leftovers last night, I don’t care what he’s doing :D

BROS FOR LYFE: the ultimate sin

BROS FOR LYFE: tae, I’m surprised you survived through the night…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): The leftovers were unmarked, aka they were fair game

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): also, yes we’re staying the night but, we have to leave early in the morning because we have finals to study for

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): YOU KNEW THEY WERE MINE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): kookie never said he missed me back so, he might not have a place to stay tonight -_-

BROS FOR LYFE: valid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): NOT VALID AT ALL

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we spent four hours on facetime last night (while Taehyung the Traitor was taking candy (my leftovers) from a baby (me) ) talking about how much we missed eachother

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t be gross in the main chat but, you know I miss you a lot

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): good point <333 I love u

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Y/N is Yoongi coming tonight??? I really want to meet him

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I love you more jagiya

BROS FOR LYFE: *cries in genuine love and happiness for two of my best friends finding that good ol fashion true love*

BROS FOR LYFE: He’s coming <333

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): is he? He’s a cool guy, I feel bad that I didn’t talk to him more but, I got distracted

BROS FOR LYFE: all of you were distracted that night smh but, yeah he’ll be there

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): forgive me; I was confessing my undying love for Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): and I was trying not to murder the group of co-eds for swarming my man like a bunch of fucking vultures ^-^

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and I was uh…you know…getting laid

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): see Y/N, Tae has no excuse…

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s just awful :-)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): you were also getting laid??? At least I actually met Y/N’s new boyfriend

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): excuse you, I was making love…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE: There’s no hard feelings, yoongi and I were unbothered

BROS FOR LYFE: we all got laid that night XD

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): did she just

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): XD us

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I’m so proud :’’’)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): we’re getting distracted though

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): tonight is about the one

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): the only

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): Park Jimin

BROS FOR LYFE: True that

BROS FOR LYFE: Park Fairy, we are so excited to see you dance tonight! I already know that you’re going to blow us away but, I am not prepared for how hard I’m going to cry.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I hope I make you guys proud, having you there means the world to me

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): hi, can you stop saying nice things? I’m in public and, I don’t need strangers seeing me cry

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): He’s cried twice already…once at the gas station and, once at mcdonalds

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): THEY FORGOT MY BACON

BROS FOR LYFE: Jimin, we’re already so proud of you…like? You’re literally so talented. We’ve been proud since you won the 7th grade talent show. WE WORE MATCHING T-SHIRTS

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): ahhh yes, how could I forget? You made Taemin cry lol

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): NOT ON PURPOSE

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): he was really good

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I was just…you know…

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): better…

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): isn’t he a pornstar now?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): is he?!?!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): can 100% confirm that he is a pornstar

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): -_-

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): how do you know?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lmao

BROS FOR LYFE: gtg

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): well this was fun! Love you jagiyaaaa! We’re about to go through a very windy tunnel!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): underground!

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I can’t hear you *static sound*

BROS FOR LYFE: did he just

BROS FOR LYFE: type out…static sound?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): I’m going to kill him (◕‿◕✿)

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): lol Jungkook has left the chat. We do have to get back on the road though. We love you guys, see you soon : )

BROS FOR LYFE: Love you guys! Drive safe through all of those windy underground tunnels lol

As usual, a conversation with your best friend’s never ceases to leave a massive smile on your face.

Those three were good for the soul.

There were a few things you’ve been neglecting for the past two days. One of which was currently howling at your feet.

Marizpan is a fickle creature, as most cats are but, she’s exceedingly affectionate during times like these.

Times when she wants something

She rubs her tabby body against your legs to summon your attention and, immediately you oblige, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Hi…did you miss me? I was gone for one whole night and, I nearly died without you…” You lament, giggling as she offers a grumble in response, rubbing her head against your hand as you scratch gently behind your ears.

Another howl comes from Marzipan’s throat as she glances anxiously towards the kitchen:

She wants treats…

Of course.

“I can’t believe, after all of these years, that I actually believed you genuinely wanted affection…” You admonish her, smirking fondly as she grumbles again, eyes still trained on the kitchen.

“Fair enough, come on…” You giggle, patting her butt before the two of you stride towards the cupboard.

Marizpan’s insatiable hunger is satiated for now and, upon surveying your living room, you decide to tidy up a bit.

There was quite a bit of nervousness swirling around your stomach at how tonight would go. If Jimin wins his showcase, the odds of him being hired into his dance company of choice would literally skyrocket.

You know that’s his ultimate goal. It has been ever since you met him and, you wanted to see him succeed so badly. Watching Jimin evolve into the dancer he is today has been a truly incredible experience.

All of your friends have become amazing people and, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how lucky you are to have them in your life.

Yoongi meeting your friends was kind of a big deal and, you’re trying your best to downplay it. You wanted them to meet at Kappa’s party because, it would have been a less formal setting. In all honesty, you kind of knew that your friends would disappear and do their own thing so, it was a cop out to have them meet there in the first place.

Having them all formally meet on such an important night probably wasn’t the greatest idea but, given that it was Jimin’s suggestion, you figured he was more than ok with it.

There was a gnawing thought in the back of your brain that begins to remind you that the reason you care so much about Yoongi meeting your friends is because well…

You’re in-

Yoongi: Hey, what time should I be there tonight?

The abrupt buzzing on your thigh was a welcome distraction; your incoming texts seem to have impeccable timing.

You: Jungkook said to get there a half hour early so, maybe like 7?

Yikes, the butterflies are in full blown chaos mode and, all Yoongi has done is send you a text.

Yoongi: Ok sounds good.

A few seconds pass before another text comes through.

Yoongi: you left your bra here by the way

You: Ugh I knew I forgot something…

You: Would you mind setting it aside for me? I’ll get it the next time I come over.

The butterflies ricochet uncomfortably in your stomach as you respond with the assumption that you would be coming over again.

Yoongi: ok :-)

Yoongi: thank you for coming to the studio last night

Yoongi: I feel a lot better today

A small smile curves onto your mouth, his little smiley face with the nose are YOU KIDDING ME???

You: anytime <3

You: thank you for trusting me with your emotions; I know that shit isn’t easy.

Yoongi: idk, you make it pretty easy

Yoongi: I gotta keep working but, text me when you’re there so, I can meet up with you guys

Yoongi: have a good day <3

You: I will <3 you too!

Once again, Yoongi has a way of making you feel on top of the world but, saying only a few words. It’s always so genuine, which is why it strikes such a chord in you.

You never understood why people would want to spend all of their free time with one person until you met Yoongi. Obviously, keeping things realistic, you know that isn’t possible. But, you’re fully in that cupcake phase. If you had your way, you’d spend every day with him at this point.

It’s absolutely disgusting.

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For Jimin’s showcase, your outfit choice was simple: just a patterned dress and, some boots. As Jungkook said, tonight is about the one and only PARK JIMIN.

But, you still wanted to look nice, as this night is so incredibly important.

Taehyung and Jungkook called you earlier in the day to let you know they had made it to Jimin’s apartment. Jimin, of course, had already left for the showcase to warm up and, get into his costume.

Yoongi had also texted you 10 minutes ago letting you know that he was leaving his house and, at that, your stomach had swirled once again with excitement.

As you’ve done so many times before, you bid Marzipan an enthusiastic farewell which, of course, isn’t reciprocated.

She’s kind of a rude girl.

But, anyway, off you go.

The ride to your university is longer than usual due to an unscheduled stop at a nearby station but, you make it to the center of campus in less than 20 minutes.

The school is swarming with students, which is obviously unusual for this time of day but, the annual showcase is one of the biggest events of the entire year. So big in fact, that there are several media outlets there to cover it.

You can’t be bothered with that kind of excitement because, you’re dealing with a very different kind of excitement that literally explodes in your gut the moment you see him.

Yoongi is standing by the fountain, dressed in a light blue button up, a chocolate brown pair of cuffed chinos, and dress shoes. His faded hair is combed neatly towards the front of his face and, you swear you’re literally going to melt right here, in the middle of campus.

There isn’t a need to feel shy anymore but, you don’t want to make a scene.

Not in public anyway…

“Hey I’m sorry to bother you but, you look so familiar. Do we have like…class together or something?” You inquire casually, resisting the urge to smile as his gummy smile immediately makes an appearance.

He saw you coming but, he chose not to look up from his phone, still holding on to some level of chill.

“Uh no sorry, I’ve never seen you in my life…” He replies, smiling but, not looking up from his phone, his cheeks flushing as he spots your dress out of the corner of his eye.

“So weird…” You muse before, hooking a finger underneath his chin to bring his gaze towards yours, “I feel like I just saw you this morning though…”

Yoongi thinks you look beautiful and, he kind of wants to proclaim it loudly to the entire quad but, of course, that isn’t his style. Instead, he keeps his smile intact: gums and all, and replies.

“Hm actually, now that I’m looking at you, you do look kind of familiar…”

He’s already itching to kiss you; emotions really are a sickness.

“Maybe this will jog your memory…” You murmur before leaning and pressing your lips against his, immediately wishing that there isn’t a crowd of people surrounding you.

Yoongi’s hands come out on instinct to rest on your hips, cursing himself for already missing the feeling of your lips.

“Do you remember me now?” You whisper, pulling away, one of your hands coming up to cover Yoongi’s.

He blushes, nodding wordlessly, still sort of lingering against your lips, “Y-Yeah…”

“WeEELLL hello there! Hi, yes we are here now so please stop being gross!”

You giggle, reluctantly pulling away from Yoongi’s mouth before turning towards the boisterous voice.

Jungkook and Taehyung are approaching from the huge crowd of people and, you feel Yoongi tuck into your side obviously nervous. They draw attention from a group of girls also loitering by the fountain and, sometimes you forget how unbelievably attractive your best friends are. Taehyung is wearing a maroon button up that’s casually tucked into a pair of the tightest black pants you’ve ever seen and, Jungkook is dressed in all black (dress shirt and pants) along with a tie that LITERALLY HAS JIMIN’S FACE ON IT.

We love a supportive boyfriend.

“Uhmmmm hi??? Where did you get that tie and, why didn’t you bring any Jimin merch to share with the rest of the class?” You inquire, brows raised in expectation causing Taehyung to snicker and shake his head.

Jungkook scoffs, the two of them now standing right in front of you and Yoongi, “This is exclusive. Boyfriends only. Yoongi-ssi it’s good to see you again…” Jungkook bows his head slightly, shaking Yoongi’s hand and, Yoongi accepts it graciously, bowing his head as well.

At this, you raise your brows, not expecting Jungkook to whip out the honorifics but, you can tell it pleases Yoongi by the small smile on his lips.

“It’s good to see you again too, your tie is great.”

Taehyung follows suit, shaking his hand and bowing before speaking, “Yoongi-ssi do you speak Korean?”

Your ears perk up at the unfamiliar language and, immediately you see Yoongi smirk, “I do yes, it’s my first language.”

Jungkook snickers, “Interesting. So what I’m hearing is, we now have a way to communicate without Y/N knowing.”

Narrowing your brows, you nudge Yoongi, “What are they saying???”

Yoongi smirks, turning quickly to press a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry about it…”

“Yeah Y/N, the adults are talking…” Taehyung chuckles and, you feel yourself roll your eyes in response.

“Yah this is going to be fun…” Jungkook chuckles causing the other two men to join him.

With a roll of your eyes and, a groan at the back of your throat you, slide your hand down Yoongi’s forearm before interlocking your fingers with his, “You guys suck...”

Yoongi thinks he’s going to melt due to the fact that you are now holding his hand but, he plays it off by snickering along with your friends.

You don’t miss the way his thumb runs over the back of your knuckles whilst he still maintains the smirk on his face, “Did you not know that you’re best friends spoke Korean?”

“Obviously I knew but, they only ever speak it at their parent’s house. I didn’t think they’d use it for mischief...” You grumble, nudging Jungkook as he wraps his arm around you, leading all of you towards the performance space.

“How else do you expect us to intimidate your new boyfriend? If we said it in English, you’d know and ruin all the fun.” Kook explains, very matter of factly, still smirking as he keeps Yoongi and Taehyung entertained.

“Excuse you, I don’t ruin the fun, now you’re just spreading lies...” You admonish, nudging Jungkook even harder, swaying slightly before leaning into Yoongi for support

“You would ruin this specific type of fun.” Taehyung corrects, “we have to make sure Yoongi is a certified Bro...”

“A certified Bro?” Yoongi inquires, brows furrowed in confusion.

Taehyung’s statement and Yoongi’s subsequent confusion make you giggle and, you nod to your cell phone in response, “We made a group chat on Discord like 7 years ago called Bros for Life and, we’ve kept the same name ever since so, that’s how we refer to each other…”

With a nod, Yoongi acknowledges your explanation, thinking it over before turning to Taehyung as the four of you walk closer and closer towards the entrance, “What are the qualifications to becoming a bro?”

Jungkook snickers as your face falls once again, “You’re off to a great start Yoongi-ssi, your willingness to annoy Y/N is impressive.”

Yoongi chuckles, nodding and, although your curiosity is eating you alive and, you want to smack Jungkook for enjoying it so much, you feel warmth blooming in your chest as you see Yoongi interact with your best friends.

Also, hearing Yoongi speak Korean is…you know…hot.

“You speak in a dialect too, which makes you cooler, where are you from?” Taehyung fishes out his wallet, pulling four tickets out as you approach the beginning of the line.

“Daegu, you sound like you’re from Gyeongsang too…”

You recognize the word ‘Daegu’ from his otherwise mystery sentence and, you come to the conclusion that they are likely asking Yoongi where he’s from.

Taehyung’s face goes wide with excitement, slapping Yoongi on the back a bit too hard, “Yahhh I am, I left when I was ten. Y/N your man is doing well so far, we’re from the same area back home.”

The end of Taehyung’s sentence reaches your ears and, you turn towards Yoongi to catch the blush on his cheeks.

‘Your man’ Yoongi thinks, he likes the sound of that.

“Oh yeah that’s right Tae, I forgot you were from Daegu too...look at you guys, having things in common already…” You smile, averting your gaze towards the entrance to the auditorium.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Jimin dance. You’d gone to a smaller showcase earlier in the year and, although it was fucking fantastic, you have a feeling that whatever you’re about to experience is going to blow you away.

“Tickets?” A chipper voice draws your attention as the female student extends her hand towards your group.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile before handing over the tickets and, upon checking them out the girl’s face seems to light up.

“Sorry but, are you guys here for Park Jimin?”

You and Yoongi glance at eachother before Jungkook pipes up, “The one and only…he’s my boyfriend…”

Jungkook isn’t one for talking to strangers so, the fact that he is so willing to announce his relationship to this unsuspecting girl is kind of cute.

The girl smiles, her cheeks flushing a bit as she nods, “Oh well…congratulations um, I was just asking because, Mr. Park has a reserved seating area at the front of the auditorium. He also instructed me to tell you that he loves you very much and, if I see Jungkook, which I’m assuming you’re Jungkook…” She laughs and, gestures to Jungkook, “…to tell him that…” She pulls a piece of notebook paper from her pocket, reading intently, “ ‘ To my Kookie Monster, if you aren’t wearing anything with my face on it, I will probably die of a broken heart also, you look really hot, I can’t wait to let you hit it from the back later, lots of kisses, Love your little Mochi…”

The letter causes a great flush to come over Jungkook’s cheeks as he desperately wishes Jimin had even an ounce of shame. You and Tae are in a full blown fit of laughter that Yoongi actually joins at some point but, not without blushing first.

“Anyway…” The girl giggles, ripping off a portion of your tickets before gesturing to a tall man with a headset, “Soobin will take you to your seats, enjoy the show…”

“Oh he will…” You tease, your laughter still dying down as Jungkook audibly groans, trudging behind you like the angsty teen he really is.

“Shut uuuuuup.” He grumbles which only fuels the teasing more.

“Yah, Kookie Monster really? I thought you guys were Jeon-Z and Jimyonce?” Tae jests, pinching Jungkook’s arm.

He shrugs off Taehyung’s touch, a smile threatening his lips because, while yes it was pretty embarrassing, Jungkook secretly enjoys the attention.

“We still are…” He affirms before, an uncharacteristic smirk comes over his lips, “…that’s just what he calls me in bed…”

At this, your brows go up but, Jungkook just keeps walking, pushing playfully past Tae who also sports your same astonish expression.

“Kookie monster is a weird sex name…” Taehyung murmurs in your ear whilst attempting to following Jungkook to your seats.

You giggle, shrugging your shoulders before subtly pulling Yoongi a little closer to you, knowing he gets nervous in larger crowds, “Don’t kink shame them, they are young and in love…”

“That’s no excuse.” Taehyung smirks, shaking his head as Jungkook proudly takes his seat front and center, frantically waving the rest of you over.

Still smiling fondly at your friend, you turn towards Yoongi, only to find that he’s already looking in your direction.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about the crowd…”

Yoongi just smiles ( :] ), shaking his head, “No need to be sorry, I’m good…”

You raise his hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of his knuckles, which of course makes him want to keel over and die in the middle of the performance space.

“Ok good, let me know…” You assure him as the two of you sit down, the bustling of the room growing increasing louder as more and more people file in.

Yoongi nods, still smiling fondly at you before, his dark eyes flit towards the stage. What you don’t notice is the quickening of his heart, which occurs every time you do anything remotely endearing.

This, unluckily for him, is very often.

As the room begins to settle, you see Jungkook pull out his camera, puttering around with the settings to make sure everything is ready for Jimin’s performance. The nerves bubbling in your stomach begin to grow, knowing full well that your best friend is backstage getting ready to put on the show of his life.

You notice the various talent scouts around the space, stiff looking people nursing clipboards between their hands and, a panel of judges at the center of the room, looking just as pedantic.

“What number is he?” Taehyung leans over Jungkook to whisper to you but, Jungkook pipes up before you have the chance to speak.

“18. It’s his lucky number…” He nods with his response, his dark eyes eagerly scanning the stage.

You and Tae smile fondly at him before glancing knowingly at one another.

Jungkook looked nervous, probably more nervous than you’ve ever seen Jimin. He’s likely spent many nights speaking with Jimin about the importance of this night and, Jungkook being the supportive, loving person he is, wants nothing more than to see his boyfriend succeed.

“I think Jimin said there are 20 dancers in his category and, then a short deliberation period before they announce the winner.” You affirm, patting Jungkook’s thigh, which has been bouncing up and down for the past few minutes, “Are you ok?”

He glances at you, nodding, his eyes holding a bit of apprehension, “Yeah, I’m just nervous for him. I know he’s going to be amazing but, I just want them to know that..” He nods to the panel of judges assigned with essentially sealing Jimin’s fate as a professional dancer, “He told me that he’s been promised so many things if he wins, like contracts and stuff, it’s just really important that he wins. I don’t know what would happen if he didn’t…I just want them to see how amazing he is…”

Jungkook’s concerns are mumbled in such a way that indicates he only wants you to hear them, not wanting to appear nervous to the rest of the crowd.

“It would be impossible for them not to see how amazing he is. He’s going to light up the entire room, you know he will…” You smile, rubbing Jungkook’s thigh gently and, he leans into you, placing his head on yours momentarily before turning and placing a quick kiss on top of your head.

“I know, I know, thank you…he’s going to crush these amateurs….” He mutters into your hair, causing you to giggle at his brashness.

“Into smithereens…”

With a grin, Jungkook pulls away, trying to reign in all of his difficult emotions as the lights around the room begin to dim.

The noise lingering around the room comes to a complete halt as the host for the evening meanders onto the stage. Dressed in a bright pink suit, you decide that he looks vaguely familiar but, you can’t quite place his face.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 10th annual Crystal Cornucopia, the nation’s leading collegiate dance showcase. I’m your host for the evening, Kim Jong-in but, most of you probably know me as Kai. It’s pleasure to be back here on the 10th anniversary of this amazing event that launched my career not too long ago.” He smiles brilliantly at the crowd as applause erupts at the end of is statement.

Ah yes, you remember now. Kai was an alumni of your university who subsequently actually lost to Jimin during Jimin’s freshman year showcase. However, things apparently worked out for him because, according to Jimin, Kai went on to join a very prestigious dance company after graduation. Knowing this gave you some comfort because, although Jimin losing the showcase was unlikely, it was still possible.

“We have 50 incredible dancers tonight from three of my favorite styles.” Kai continues, adjusting the shiny lapels of his suit, “20 amazing contemporary performers, 20 hip-hop performers and, 5 stunning pairs of ballroom dancers.”

“Tonight, not only do we get to witness months of hard work and dedication but, we also get to witness the championing of the year’s best collegiate dancer.”

At his words, the crowd cheers again, and you smile at the thought of your best friend twirling on stage to receive his much deserved trophy.

Kai continues his intro speech, giving the room a rundown on basic etiquette and, instructions for meeting with the dancers after the show.

“First up is June Lee!”

The hip hop category is first and with it, comes a lot of excitement and, older members of the crowd shooting disappointing glances at the stage.

During a small set-up break between performers, you lean over to Yoongi, who seems to be enjoying himself, “Is Hoseok performing tonight?”

Yoongi smirks and shakes his head, “I told him when he transferred that he should sign up but he said, and I quote, ‘hyung dance competitions are way too mainstream and besides, they would ban me immediately for being too sexy on stage.’ “

You laugh quietly, leaning into him as you do, “Fair enough, that’s why I didn’t join too, you know, cause it’s too mainstream or whatever…”

He raises his brows at that, “Oh yeah? That’s why you’re not in the competition?”

You attempt to get a straight face and a quiet voice as you reply, “Definitely yeah…I would have given Jimin a run for his money…”

Before Yoongi has a chance to return your banter, Jungkook casually turns to you and whispers, “Stop lying to your boyfriend Y/N, trust is the most important thing in a relationship.”

Whilst you gawk at him, Yoongi erupts in a quieter version of his rickety laughter and, you’re actually happy Jungkook is telling jokes, even if it’s at your expense.

“Why would you expose me like that? I thought we were friends….” You lament, face full of mock offense as the two men continue chuckling.

The chatter once again dies down as the next performer enters the stage.

Although you were thoroughly enjoying the performances as they were incredible, you were only there for one reason and, that reason was:

Park fucking Jimin.

“Up next, we have three time national champion, Park Jimin, number 18!” Kai’s voice echoes throughout the room and, your stomach literally drops as the curtains are pulled open to reveal Jimin’s set.

Several dancers had mini set-ups and, if you remembered correctly, they only had 30 seconds to put up and take down their props; Jimin had been stressing out over whether or not he’d be able to do it.

Of course, he pulled it off.

Your breath catches in your throat as soft periwinkle and yellow lights illuminate the stage revealing Jimin curled up inside a shiny looking bubble filled with flowers. His pink hair is ruffled playfully atop his head as his pearlescent lycra suit clings to his figure. Only, it’s not just the suit this time, he’s also sporting a diamond choker, paired with diamond earrings and, perhaps the most stunning addition of all, are the beautiful fairy wings adorning his back.

“Park Fairy…” You whisper, trying to control the massive smile that’s taking over your lips. Yoongi squeezes your hand encouragingly, knowing how emotional this moment is for you.

Jimin looks up at the top of the bubble as his song starts playing, it’s a song called Serendipity and, its one of Jimin’s favorites. As he touches the bubble, it seems to curl away and disappear around him, allowing him to move freely about the stage.

And move freely he does, Jimin takes the stage gently and, then all at once. Twirling and twisting, hitting every single move perfectly, smiling brilliantly as he does, relishing in the attention the audience is giving him.

“He’s so beautiful…”

The unfamiliar words draw your attention for just a moment as you take in the sight of Jungkook crying beside you, adoration pouring out from his smoothed out expression. You don’t know what he said but, you lace your fingers with his anyway and, he obliges quickly without taking his eyes off of the stage. Taehyung isn’t doing much better but, he’s keeping it together for the sake of filming the performance for Jungkook.

Your attention is pulled back to the stage as you catch Jimin leaping into the air before intentionally collapsing back to the ground, arching his back as he does. His movements, his expressions; everything about his performance is the epitome of beauty and elegance.

Jimin’s dance seems to be about a fairy taking flight for the first time, given that he acted unsure in the beginning and, is now leaping and bounding across the stage. His expression grows softer and softer as he twirls to the bubble to grasp at a single pink rose.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

The song chimes behind him as he rushes to the front of the stage, his eyes glossy as he meets Jungkook’s loving gaze.

“Let me love, let me love you…”

Jimin mouths the words as he does his final move and, with the conclusion of his dance, he tosses the flower into Jungkook’s lap, which of course he catches with one hand, laughing lightly as he does, despite his tears not slowing.

Jimin smiles softly, glancing between the three of you and, you can tell he’s reigning in his own emotions as he takes a deep bow for the audience.

The four of you stand up along with the rest of the room and, clap until your hands are sore. As you take your seats, Jungkook pulls you into a tight embrace, tucking his face into your neck.

“He did so good, oh my god he did so good…” He whispers, still practically sobbing and, Tae sends another knowing smile your way, wiping his own tears with the back of his hand.

“Park fucking Jimin...” You affirm, smiling through your own tears as you rub a hand over Jungkook’s back, kissing the side of his head.

Sniffling, Jungkook pulls away, chuckling and shaking his head as he wipes his tears. His face is overcome with emotion, consumed with love for his boyfriend.

“I feel bad for anyone who has to follow that...holy shit...” Tae chuckles, sniffling whilst placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

The two of you agree with him and its then you notice how quiet Yoongi is being, quickly turning towards him, wiping the last bit of tears lingering in your eyes.

But of course, ever the collected one, Yoongi merely smiles, his thumb coming out to brush underneath your right eye, collecting another tear, “You’ve gone soft Y/L/N...”

You know he’s joking but, you snap your teeth at him anyway, a move that causes him to snicker and jerk his hand away, “Shut up.”

“Easy...easy...” He admonishes, but softness quickly returns to his eyes, “he was amazing. Definitely the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”

“Damn right he is.” Jungkook pipes up, still crying but, it’s much less intense and, his demeanor causes the three of you to chuckle fondly.

“Be nice to me, I’m fragile...” You grumble, pouting your lips and, Yoongi, having never seen you really pout before, thinks that he’s going to explode.

“C’mere...” Is all he says though because, you know, he’s gotta keep it low key but, he lifts his arm, encouraging you to huddle him next to him for the remainder of the show. “I’ll hold you until it’s over, since you’re so fragile.”

And of course, you oblige, smiling triumphantly as you snuggle up next to him.

Tae and Jungkook smirk knowingly at eachother now and, while a large part of them really wants to tease you, they can’t exactly ignore how happy they are for you.

You’ve never had anything like this before and, they know it.

The rest of the show passes by fairly quickly but, the same couldn’t be said about the period of the judge’s deliberation...

“Oh my god are they done yet?????” Jungkook whines, slumping back against his seat.

Taehyung chuckles, patting his shoulder reassuringly, trying to deny his own nervous feelings, “Relax Kook, I’m sure they’re almost done, it's been awhile.”

“Awhile?” He bolsters, eyes widening as he gestures wildly to the backstage entrance, “It’s been a million years, are they trying to give me a heart attack?”

You’ve taken solace in Yoongi’s side, playing with his fingers, feeling soft as heck, the usual.

“I can’t imagine how Jimin must be feeling right now, he’s probably so nervous.” You murmur to Yoongi, not wanting to rile up Jungkook anymore.

Yoongi’s free hand rubs your shoulder tenderly, his chocolate eyes riddled with concern, “I know, I feel for him. It will be worth it when he wins the whole thing though.”

A smile pops onto your mouth, as you cuddle closer to him, selfishly wishing the two of you were curled up in bed together, instead of awkwardly on two theater seats.

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face Yoongi...when he wins, he deserves it so much...” Your voice is even lower now, smiling gently at the thought of it, excitement stirring in your lower stomach.

“You’re a really good friend to him...” He muses, still rubbing your shoulder, “wait I think someone is coming out_”

You don’t have the time to react to Yoongi’s comment because, the lights are up and performers are flooding the stage. It only takes a second for you to spot the man of the hour: Park Fairy, IRL. After knowing Jimin for so long, you can tell he’s nervous; his plump is tucked between his teeth, the normally soft shape of his eyes are drawn tight with tension but, he still takes a moment to look towards the four of you to send a watery smile and, a small wave your way.

Jungkook tears up all over again mouthing ‘i love you’ in his direction, which causes Jimin’s thin smile to illuminate a little more as he mouth’s the same three words back to him.

This was it.

Four years of work all leading up to this moment.

You can feel your heartbeat berating the underside of your sternum as Kai takes his place at the center of the stage.

“Hello everyone! Are we excited to hear who the winner will be?” He cheers, the audience reciprocating but, the tension in the room is clear. “The judges appreciate your patience as they had a lot of amazing performers to evaluate tonight but, they have just given me this golden envelope with their decision so without further ado...”

Kai opens the golden envelope, his eyes widening slightly as he sees the results and, at this point Jungkook has locked your hand in a vice grip, doing the same thing to Tae’s other hand, his body literally shaking with nerves.

“Ladies and gentleman, tonight you are witnessing history...” He begins, glancing towards the performers before finally revealing the winner, “because tonight, Park Jimin will become the ONLY collegiate dancer to win the Crystal Cornucopia FOUR YEARS IN A ROW.”

Holy

Fucking

Shit

“LETS FUCKING GET IT!!!!” Jungkook bellows and, thankfully he is mostly drowned out by the crowd as you also jump to your feet.

“OH MY GOD YES!!”

“JIMINIE!!! YESS!”

You drag Yoongi up as the entire theater rises to their feet.

The room is going wild.

And Jimin, well, he’s sporting the expression you hope he would. He’s beaming, he’s teary eyed and, shaky as he stumbles toward Kai, graciously accepting the trophy before bowing towards the crowd.

He did it, he fucking did it.

Park Fucking Jimin

FOUR TIME NATIONAL COLLEGIATE CHAMPION.

You had never been more proud.

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“My baby!!!”

Jimin’s twinkling voice fills the lobby as he rushes out in his street clothes, his fairy wings sticking out of the duffel bag on his shoulder.

Jungkook immediately breaks out in a huge smile, running towards him to catch a leaping Jimin in his arms.

They kiss for a moment, crying and smile into eachother’s mouths, as Jungkook bounces with his boyfriend in his arms.

“I’m so proud of you my love, I knew you’d do it, you’re so amazing yeah? You know that right? I love you so much...”

Before you can ask the content of Jungkook’s proclamation, Yoongi’s raspy voice can be heard beside you:

“I’m so proud of you my love.”

“I knew you’d do it.”

“You’re so amazing yeah? You know that right?”

“I love you so much.”

You know he’s only translating for you but, at the last sentence you turn towards him, catching the softness in his eyes.

Well fuck, that definitely didn’t sound like a translation.

Yoongi smiles sheepishly but, Jimin is already bounding into you, pulling you into the kind of hug that only Jimin can give.

Your attention is pulled towards him, squeezing your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek over and over, “PARK FAIRY??? REALLY??? DO YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR MY FEELINGS???”

He snickers, overjoyed by the events of the evening, hugging you just as tightly, “How else would I pay homage to my best friend hm? I did a theme for Tae last year and, I let Jungkook plow me anytime he wants so, how else would I repay you???”

The ridiculousness of his statement thankfully doesn’t travel past your ear lest turning Jungkook into a pile of dust.

Sniffling, you pull back, cupping his beautiful face in your hands, “I’m so fucking proud of you...you did it Minnie, you won.”

Jimin tears up again, smiling at you whilst he nods, “I’m so happy I made you guys proud, it’s all I want...”

Taehyung approaches then, placing a fat kiss on Jimin’s cheek, “Good, then we don’t have to get you anything for Christmas then...”

His voice is paper thin though, you can tell he’s trying not to cry.

“TAE...” Jimin exclaims, turning to the side to jump at his other best friend.

Taehyung’s boxy smile makes an appearance then, wrapping Jimin in a bear hug.

“We’re so proud of you...”

Fondness is the only thing flowing through your veins until Jungkook butts in, flustered by the lack of attention.

“Ok, I want him back now thank you, any other physical contact will cost you $60,000 an hour...” He grumbles, tucking Jimin back into his grasp.

Jimin accepts it though, relishing in the attention, “Yahh are you whoring me out now?”

Jungkook smirks, kissing his cheek, “Mmm you’re right, I’d never share this body...”

Taehyung’s face turns up in disgust and, Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling to himself at the sight of you growing flustered for information.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know this one...”

Before Jimin and Jungkook fuck in the middle of the lobby, Jimin’s face lights up with realization, “Oh my god Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

He rushes over, pulling Yoongi in for a hug, smiling sweetly at him, “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for coming...”

Yoongi blushes of course but, he reciprocates the hug, “Thank you for having me, your performance was amazing and, uh, we’ve met before actually...”

Jimin’s face wrinkles in confusion as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, “Really? When?”

The memory comes back to you too, a newly crowned Agust D, Jimin hanging out of a taxi cab....

“Outside of Glacier, you might not remember though...you were um...”

“...hammered.” You giggle, finishing Yoongi’s sentenc.

“Ohhhh that’s right, shit I’m sorry Yoongi...” Jimin chuckles.

He waves him off, “No worries, we’ve all been there, it’s nice to meet you again. Congratulations on your win...”

Jungkook quickly pulls Jimin back towards him, carrying his duffle bag on his shoulder.

“Thank you Yoongi. It means a lot that you came.” He smiles, kissing Jungkook’s cheek before eagerly looking towards the door, “Let’s get out of here, the dancing queen needs to EAT!”

And with that, the rest of you chuckle, leaving the performance space feeling on top of the world

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Jungkook had made reservations at a fancy KBBQ place downtown but, after several rounds of meat and Soju, Yoongi had insisted on paying.

The dinner went exceptionally well, Yoongi had continued to click with your friends, their inhibitions loosening up with a bit of alcohol. Jungkook and Jimin were hammered by the end of it but, Taehyung stayed sober enough to drive them home. Oddly enough though, Yoongi only had two shots of Soju. You know Yoongi doesn’t drink all the time but, according to him, he really enjoys drinking. However, you decide it really isn't that important so whilst waving goodbye to all of your amazing friends, you decide to drop it.

Yoongi’s long fingers lace with yours, pulling you close to him in an attempt to shield you from the cold, “Aren’t you freezing?”

You smile, graciously accepting his touch as you nuzzle into his chest, “Yeah I am, I should have checked the weather, or brought a jacket...”

“Mhm...you’re gonna get sick...” He scolds playfully, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm, “were you gonna go home after this?”

A smirk is placed against Yoongi’s chest, “I don’t knowww...why?

He chuckles at your tone before, untucking your face from his chest, smoothing a thumb over your cheek, “Come sleep in my bed with me.”

The alcohol and meat has roughed up his voice a bit and, that paired with his slightly suggestive expression has you feeling some type a way.

“Is that code for something?”

Yoongi just smirks, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “It’s code for: I miss you in my bed...you can take that however you want...”

Forward Yoongi isn’t something you’re used to but, holy shit, you’re not complaining.

A kiss is placed on Yoongi’s lips and, he surprises you by catching your lower lip between his teeth, his big hands sliding over your hips to rest at your lower back. He smirks into your mouth before releasing it, still lingering into the kiss. There is a catch in your breath but, Yoongi doesn’t comment on it-

He just lets it go straight to his dick.

“Are you good to drive?” You whisper against his chin before placing a kiss there, keeping your lips on his skin as he responds.

“Yeah, I’m good, I didn’t drink that much...”

His voice has also dropped to a whisper, not able to ignore the way your lips make him feel.

“Will you...” You begin, slowly trailing your lips down over his neck, relishing in the way he shivers for you, “take me home with you then?

Neither one of you can pinpoint what has you so riled up, the only thing you know is that you’re thankful you’re in a deserted part of the parking structure.

Yoongi’s head leans back against the side of his car now, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip, “Don’t stop...”

“Don't stop?” You inquire teasingly, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, placing fluttering kisses down over his Adams apple, “But Yoongi, we’re in public...”

His grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer to him as his eyes flutter shut, “Y-yeah I know but, my car has tinted windows...”

Yoongi is full of surprises tonight and, although it’s a huge part of your character to wonder why, the night last few months have been the best of your life so, maybe it’s time to just go with the flow.

“I remember...” You smirk still, recalling the first time you and Yoongi were ever intimate.

With his eyes still closed and, your lips still on his neck, he smirks, his hands sliding down the length of your outer thighs before his fingertips barely brush the skin at the bottom of your dress, “I’d hope so, I’ve never gotten over the image of you coming all over my lap...”

The movements of your lips, halt as your breath catches in your throat, Yoongi’s wanton mouth and fingertips going straight to your core.

“ ‘may I sit Min Yoongi?’ ‘May I ride you Min Yoongi?’ I almost came in my jeans for you, right then and there. But I’m so glad I didn’t.” He continues, his fingertips trailing up further and further, tickling at the tender skin of your bikini line, brushing over the bottom of your panties.

“I could have gotten you hard again...” You offer, your breathing picking up slightly when his fingers brush the top of your pussy. Yoongi open his eyes now, catching your gaze in his dark one, lips still quirked in a smirk.

“It wouldn’t have been the same though...I wouldn’t have came so hard for you a second time,” He insists, leaning in towards your mouth, “and you deserve everything I’ve got don’t you? Deserve anything you want...”

It’s safe to say that Yoongi’s dirty talking is obliterating you slowly and painfully, his eager fingers and, slight boost in confidence turning you on more than you’d expect.

But, he still knows his place and, if he’s forgotten it, you have no issue reminding him...

Two can play at this game.

“Baby?” You practically coo, holding his gaze as long it takes for you to brush your lips against his, your legs spreading slightly to encourage his touch, “you’re making me wet...”

Yoongi feels his dick twitch inside of his pants at the tender tone of your voice and, that paired with the access to the soft skin of your inner thighs is enough to make him swell painfully against the seam.

“Y-yeah? Really?” He’s a little breathless himself, the bit of smugness he has is still lingering but, his desire for you, his desire to let you take control is growing stronger. With a finger curved underneath your chin, he brings your lips a little closer, “Can I make you wetter?”

He seals his request with a plush kiss against your mouth, his hands coming out from underneath your dress to hold onto your hips once again. You’re nodding as the two of you kiss at one another, not quite able to think of a witty response, not with Yoongi being this bold.

Without breaking the kiss, Yoongi uses the sensor on his keys to unlock his car, which of course doesn’t work until after the 7th try.

“Piece of shit.” Yoongi chuckles and, you follow suit, leaning into him still even as he opens the door to his backseat, ushering you inside.

His car is freezing so, you’re thankful when he starts the engine and, gets the heater running. Although, you’re more thankful when he returns to the backseat and, places the warmth of his body over yours.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold, it will warm up in a second...” He regrets his split decision to bring you in here, not wanting you to be uncomfortable while he takes care of you.

“It’s ok, you’re warm.” You whisper, smiling and kissing him harder, your hands pulling his body completely over yours. Yoongi just grins, his hands resuming their place on your thighs, squeezing gently at the flesh there.

He takes his time, unwinding you slowly, kissing around the curve of your jaw, suckling and nibbling at your skin, wandering fingers slowly pushing your dress over your hips. He kisses down your throat now and, you feel him hesitate a moment before taking your flesh between his teeth, groaning lightly into your neck. The motion sends your hands out in front of you to brace against his shoulders and, it hurts but you have to admit, you like the pain.

“So pretty for me...”

Your lips part as you hear his native tongue tumble past his lips, the tone sultry and unmistakably Yoongi but, his accent makes him sound slightly unfamiliar.

You don’t want him to stop talking.

“I think about this all the time...” He’s careful to place a few soothing kisses over the mark he left, nuzzling against the base of your neck before continuing his descent down your body, “kissing you everywhere...from head to toe...tasting you, drowning in you...”

You feel hypnotized, completely captivated by the sound of Yoongi’s voice: raspy and sounding like the bottom of the ocean. The only thing you can do is keep your hands on him, touching over his body gently to insure him that you’re letting him take the lead.

Your dress has been pushed up for a moment but, Yoongi is just now taking the time to take in the sight of your panties: tart cherry red and made entirely of lace. It’s safe to say, you’d hoped this moment would come when you slipped them on this afternoon and, by the pained look on Yoongi’s face, you feel you’ve made the right choice.

“You really don’t let a man breathe do you?” He’s back to English as he continues pushing your dress up your body until you’re able to lean up and, push it over your head, revealing the matching bra to go with your panties.

“Not when my man likes getting choked so much...” You smirk, running your fingers through his hair and, tugging on it a little.

Yoongi melts at the sensation, groaning again before burying his face in your chest, nipping playfully at the skin there, “Oh she’s calling me her man now huh? Playing dirty...knowing that shit makes me weak...knowing that I’d give anything to be hers...”

He keeps his Korean to himself and, uses English to convey a much less intense response, “Your man?”

A rather coy smile takes it’s spot on your mouth but, despite your sudden nerves you nod anyway, rubbing a thumb over the apple of Yoongi’s cheek, “My man...”

Yoongi feels his heart threaten to explode in his chest at your genuine expression. Leaning down, he captures your lips once more before nudging your nose and, pulling away slightly, “I swear I could die happy right now, just looking at you, you have no idea what you do to me...”

“Is that ok?” You check, obviously unsure what he’s actually responding.

You’re definitely going to finish your Korean lessons, that’s for sure.

Yoongi is kissing back down your bottom again, paying special attention to the curves and dips of your body, his hands making their way to the sides of your underwear, “More than ok...”

He doesn’t trust an eloquent response right now because, he’s too focused on his main objective: making you wetter.

“You’re so handsome...” You muse, playing with the ends of his hair, encouraging him to continue exploring, “I swear there is no other guy out there that can make me wet just from looking at them but, here you are, my man, ruining my good panties...”

If you aren’t mistaken, you think you hear a low growl at the back of his throat but, there is no time to asses because, the next thing you know, you feel Yoongi pulling down your underwear, “Do you want me dead is that it? Do you want me to fall apart?” He spreads your legs, allowing the cool air of the car to hit your center, which is swollen and practically dripping. “Because I would...for you. I’d break into tiny little pieces but right now_” An almost mischievous glint takes over his eyes as he begins kissing down the middle of your stomach, letting his lips and soft breath replace your skin with goosebumps. He stops right over the lips of your pussy, the warmth of his breath fueling the throbbing of your neglected clit, “...its your turn to fall apart...” He kitten licks over your lips before smirking and, adding_ “on my fucking tongue...”

Using his fingers to spread your lips open, Yoongi begins placing teasing licks all over your clit, kissing and sucking and, teasing the fuck out of your aching cunt. He’s eating you out like he’s never tasted anything sweeter, like it’s only thing he’ll ever eat. It’s sending you into a shockwave of pleasure, your nipples hardening against your bra painfully but, Yoongi’s oral skills literally fuck with your ability to remove it yourself.

He makes an ‘O’ with his lips, suckling gently at your clit, increasing the pressure over the next minute or so, one his fingers teasing at your dripping entrance.

“Does it feel good baby? Am I eating it right?” He coos, sucking on your clit three harsh times in succession, each bit of suction causing your toes to curl.

“Mhm...your mouth Yoongi...oh god_” You breathe, a moan catching at the end of your sentence, hands reaching down to find something to grab onto.

Yoongi notices, smirking into your cunt before his hand reaches up to place yours in his hair, “Hurt me...hurt me while I make you cum...”

You quickly oblige, tugging on his brown locks, the stinging pain causing him to whimper into your pussy and, when you see his eyes squeezing shut, you know he’s trying to hold off cumming in his pants.

“Yoongi...I want you...” You whisper, eyes threatening to roll back as he sucks at your clit again.

Your statement gets to him as it’s not often that the roles between the two of you are switched but, he doesn’t think the power switch does anything for him. It’s more so that he gets to see you being vulnerable for once, it makes him feel like you trust him.

“I’m right here.” He coos, licking up the length of your pussy, savoring the flavor of you.

Tugging at his hair, you shake your head, pleading with him, “Please? Inside...inside of me...”

Yoongi can’t deny you anymore, his emotions starting to get the better of him as he pulls away from your aching center. You don’t waste anytime, sitting up quickly and peeling his shirt off, touching and kissing all over the expanse of his bare chest.

He really is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Long fingers comb gently through your hair as he kisses any part of you he can reach: your shoulders, your chest, your cheeks, your ears. Every inch of you.

Unclipping your bra is the last step before Yoongi lays you down on the backseat, placing a kiss on your mouth, “This is the only way I can tell you right now because, I am terrified you don’t feel the same way but, I’ll show you and, you’ll know...” His voice is shaky and, you desperately wish you knew what he was saying, “I’ll fuck you like I love you because I do...I love you Y/N.”

With that, he slides into you, his dick arching perfectly against your g-spot which is already swollen and, sensitive. Your lips connect with Yoongi’s as you settle into the kind of rhythm that isn’t meant for lasting a very long time.

Through a few moments of soft kisses and, gentle pants, Yoongi leans back, his eyes eagerly scanning over your figure as your first orgasm hits you. He tucks his face into your neck, fucking you through your release, trying to hold off on his own, “Do you know how beautiful you are? I swear I could cum just looking at you...so pretty and so perfect and, you have no fucking clue...”He’s almost whimpering at this point, his hips pumping into you with all he’s got. “That’s why I give it up to you jagiya because, you deserve it. You think I get on my knees for just anyone? Fuck no...just for you...because I love you...”The truth is, the night in the studio had changed him and, the truth is, the main reason he wanted between your thighs tonight was because he realized something: in the midst of all the chaos, seeing you with your friends had been the icing on the cake:

Yoongi is in love with you and, tonight, he wanted to make love to you.

The pleasure between your second (yes, second) and, final orgasm is so intense that you don’t feel qualified to speak anything else other than Yoongi’s name which, thankfully only pushes him closer and closer to the edge until he’s nearly there.

“Y/N...baby...I’m really close.” He warns, still out of it and placing sloppy kisses all over your face and neck, barely hanging on by a thread.

And you plan on snipping that thread with the one thing you know will make him cum instantly, “Come for me angel...”

With a tightening of his figure, Yoongi spills everything he has inside of you, continuing to kiss all over you as he does, whimpering your name against the rapid beat of your heart.

“I love you...” He whispers shakily before slumping over onto your body, clinging to you as he does.

Through the heavy breathing and sweet nothings whispered at one another, you wait a beat or two before uttering the one Korean phrase you are whole-heartedly familiar with.

“I love you too”

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In love with your dark side | Pt. 3

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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The night sky had been covered by large black rain clouds and the rain that poured from it was so hard it could almost be called hail. He looked up as the rain came down and sighed, pulling his coat a little tighter around his body, trying to keep his bag from being soaked. The street was lined with cars down both sides and most of the street was devoid of light but the few streetlamps. Taehyung hadn’t been able to afford a bigger shop in a better part of town. The crime rate in this section of the city was higher than anywhere but so far, they hadn’t cared much about his small photography shop.

There wasn’t much expensive stuff in there anyways.

The wind picked up from nowhere, but Taehyung quickly rushed down to the metro station to catch a train to the upper side. When he finally was at his destination and walking up the office building, Taehyung rubbed the rain out of his face before the excitement to see Mr. Min again replaced the ugly feeling of wet pants sticking to his body or his hair being a mess right now.

Taehyung was a very punctual person and Yoongi loved that about him because it meant that he knew exactly when the other would arrive. He could do real work before he came and when the clock ticked closer to their meeting time he would place all the important stuff aside and pretend to be busy while secretly watching the clock. This time however it was fifteen minutes past their usual time and Yoongi frowned. He had heard the rumble of thunder, but he hadn’t thought that it would keep Taehyung from coming. Luckily, it was just then that he heard the younger’s steps.

“Come in!” Taehyung always knocked and he always asked him to come in instead of opening the door (he unlocked it about ten minutes before Tae would come in so that he could keep sitting at his desk and appear busy and while Tae turned to close the door he could give him a quick once over). When he saw how drenched the younger was, actually dripping on his carpet he gasped in shock. “What happened?”

“Ehm,” Taehyung placed his bag with the camera down, somewhere where it wouldn’t anger Yoongi to see it and then shrugged off his jacket. “The rain happened. Don’t you hear it? There’s a storm going on outside. Do you think you have a towel or something for my hair?” He smiled through the wet strains of hair. Usually it was curled up a little, but with it being straightened out right now it covered his eyes.

“Why didn’t you take a cab?” He went around the table and quickly helped Tae out of his jacket. “Of course, I have a towel upstairs - and dry clothes. You’ll get pneumonia if you walk around in those clothes. It wouldn’t make a difference if you went swimming with your clothes on!”

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle, thankful for his help. “I would get a cab if I would have the money for it but unfortunately I can only afford the monthly ticket for the metro. But it’s fine.” He smiled at Yoongi, who looked a lot more comfortable with him being around. “Will you tell me where I can find your bathroom then?”

Yoongi blinked. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone had enough money to make uncomfortable situations more comfortable. Calling a cab was something he hadn’t wasted a second thought about back when he was still going out. “Just follow me.” Before he stepped on the stairs he turned around again, hesitating, “Please leave your shoes downstairs. And turn up your pants please. The carpet upstairs doesn’t like moisture.”

The younger had simply nodded, following Yoongi’s orders and him upstairs where he brought him clothes he could change into. He vanished into the bathroom quickly, drying his hair off with a towel before he joined back with Yoongi in his office.

It was somehow a lot familiar, as if they had done it a million times by now when in reality it wasn’t – but they clicked. In a weird way, they had much more alike than what the appearance might seem like and yet, so much that was so different about them. They were working side by side silently. Taehyung was making copies, sorting in files in alphabetical order while Yoongi was doing something that Tae thought seemed more like witchcraft.

Bringing a few files over to the chair with him, Taehyung sat down in front of his boss. “I filled in an application for a free spot at the museum of art’s today.” He blurted out with a smile, blushing lightly at his confession. Taehyung hadn’t even told Jimin, yet. “My last series would fit perfectly into the theme…but I don’t know. Lots of great artists apply.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it wouldn’t mean the world to him to have his photos placed in a museum one day.

When Taehyung came to him, Yoongi let his gaze wander over his form again. He looked different in his clothes and even though he normally swore that a well-tailored dress shirt and fitted pants could do wonders for someone visual appeal he wasn’t sure if it was true for Taehyung. The younger always wore clothes that seemed to fit in absolutely no category - and yet suited him perfectly. Like the shirt with the crazy pattern he had worn last time or the plaid pants that reminded Yoongi of the skirt his mother wore for Christmas.

It was obvious that Taehyung was really excited about this spot so because he wanted to see him happy and he didn’t see any fault in it he suggested, “Oh, that’s amazing. I’m sure they’ll see the potential in your work. Do you want me to donate to the museum in the name of the company with a side note that you’re employed there?”

It was a nice thought and yet, it left Taehyung with a heavy feeling in his stomach, so he quickly shook his head. “No, it’s really kind of you and if you want to donate in general then please do...but don’t say my name. Wouldn’t that be like blackmailing? Or using my ‘connections’? That wouldn’t be fair.” He smiled at Yoongi, still grateful for the thought of helping him. “I know it’s important to have those, to know someone that knows somebody but…,” He sighed, leaning back at his chair while pulling his knees up. “I’d rather be known for my art, for what it portrays. I want it to speak for itself. But if I get the spot, promise me to come by please. I’d love to show you.”

Taehyung let his gaze wander over Yoongi’s features, the dark veins almost reaching over his neck, his eyes seemingly darker than the night before and he wondered if he really didn’t feel any pain if this was just some weird condition no one ever heard of. He had tried to google it, but there was nothing he could find. It was strangely fascinating and beautiful, and he would have loved to trace all of them, feeling his skin under his fingertips to know if it was just as soft as he imagined it, all over his… wait what. Taehyung shook himself out of his sudden thoughts, cheeks blushing, and he quickly averted his gaze. He was getting tired - that’s all.

“Of course,” Yoongi noticed Taehyung’s gazes every now and then how the lingered a little too long or were a little too focused. He had learnt to not be too uncomfortable about it because Taehyung never made comments about his looks or flinched back when their hand’s brushed so he figured Taehyung’s interest in him was still that of a photographer: Seeing something morbid and ugly could become beautiful if you just shifted your focus a little and tried to see it in a different light. He even stopped wearing turtlenecks because he hated them and with Taehyung around he felt like he could be a little more himself.

“Come!” Taehyung almost yelled and jumped up from his chair, motioning for Yoongi to follow him as he gathered all the copies he made earlier. “You need to help me now.” Taehyung grinned brightly at him, when Yoongi just did as he said and sat down on the couch that he had in his office, although no one was waiting on there anymore or sipping on coffee. He had no customers, new offerors or anyone else here. The last one that had been in here had sealed his fate after all.

Taehyung brought everything he had done all night over and placed it onto the small coffee table and on the floor and Yoongi’s lap, before placing a coffee mug close to his boss (knowing he might need it). “You need to help me sort this as I don’t know what those mean.” He simply sat on the floor, right next to Yoongi’s feet, leaning against his legs lightly as he held up the first paper.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You don’t understand what’s in them or you don’t know how to sort them alphabetically?” He had an amused look on his face as he teased the other slightly even though he could understand. Sometimes he wasn’t sure either where to place a file like when a company’s name had changed but it made more sense to place the new files with the old ones or when he only ever got in contact with a certain person and could remember their name better than that of their tiny little company or when he just wanted to have something right beside him because he needed it so often instead of getting up and getting it from the other part of the bureau. It had made his help crazy when he had still employed someone to help him in his office. So, in this case Tae actually did help him and it wasn’t just a farce to keep him around.

“If I get the spot though,” Taehyung didn’t look up from the papers and kept placing them neatly where it was supposed to go, “Will you come and visit the museum like…” His voice sounded a little softer, almost timid and shy as he placed the file down and took another. His heart was beating fast and Taehyung felt nervous to ask. “Like we could visit it together, then I could tell you about the photos and… yeah. Only if you want to.” Taehyung was glad for the position he was in, sitting on the ground and leaning against Yoongi’s legs, where he didn’t have to face the other right now or else he would see that he was actually blushing.

Of course, he had heard Tae suggest it before, but he had been sure it was just a politeness thing. Surely Tae couldn’t think that he would actually be able to go out. “I, uhm, I can try and see if they would make an exception for us and let us in at night. Or maybe on a holiday where they would be closed.” He would need to get big sunglasses and gloves and a scarf that he could push up to his nose and a cap or a hooded jacket maybe.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder with a smile, “I don’t mind when. However, you feel most comfortable then. We’ve got to wait and see if I get the spot anyways.” He grinned at Yoongi and wrapped his arm around his legs, as he returned his attention to the task at hand. But he wasn’t able to let his thoughts wander to how it would be like to meet Yoongi somewhere else than his office.

Taehyung was sorting file after file until his eyes were burning from how tired he was. Yoongi was used to being up all night, while his rhythm had shifted but Taehyung was still working all day and now the nights had been busy with him helping his boss and he was losing sleep. A lot of it. And the past couple of days had been exhausting. So, when he gave Yoongi another folder, Taehyung leaned his head on Yoongi’s legs and sighed deeply. His eyes kept falling shut, while he was reading the same sentence over and over again until he couldn’t fight it anymore.

Yoongi stiffened up when he felt the gentle pressure of Taehyung’s head against his leg. “Taehyung?” He only got a sleepy murmur as response as the files slipped from the younger’s hand where it rested on his own thigh, sending them sliding over the floor. Yoongi frowned. “Are you… are you asleep?” There was no answer and he blinked, a little helplessly. Should he wake Taehyung up? He was pretty sure that he was crossing a hundred boundaries right now and the businessman in him was feeling that Taehyung would sue him for god-knows-what if he touched him while he was asleep. The other part in him felt sorry for Taehyung - and also a little guilty. He had pushed the thought of Taehyung working overtime somewhere in the back of his head where it didn’t spoil his happiness about having him here every night. However, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Taehyung was exhausted. He had noticed before and choose to ignore it but the younger falling asleep right by his side was a clear sign that he had gone too far. With a sigh he figured that he could face being sued and put aside what he was holding so that he could support Taehyung’s head while he got up. “Let’s get you into bed then, shall we?”

Taehyung could feel himself getting pulled a little, mumbling sleepily. He barely registered the voice, but he knew it was Yoongi who was talking to him as he helped him up and steadied him as they stumbled towards the stairs. In Yoongi’s apartment, Taehyung could barely open his eyes, waddling tiredly wherever his boss was taking him and when he finally felt something soft beneath him, he immediately let himself fall.

He only got rid of Taehyung’s shoes as they didn’t pair well with Egyptian cotton sheets and then put a blanket over him before he left him there. Then he went back to send an email to his human resource management to tell them to find a replacement for Taehyung for tomorrow morning. He didn’t want to interrupt his sleep to wake him up during the day. And sleeping for a few more hours would do him good. He only hoped Taehyung didn’t have any other important appointments for tomorrow or would wake up in time if he had. To be sure that the other wouldn’t be angry at him he wrote a quick note and put it carefully besides the bed on the nightstand before leaving to use the recamiere to sleep. It was comfortable sleeping there which he knew because he had fallen asleep on it more than once after working for too long.

...

It was a sweet routine, something that Taehyung didn’t want to miss anymore. When he came in late at night, Yoongi was already awaiting him with a cup of hot cocoa and coffee in his own mug. They were talking, working and sorting stuff out that Yoongi needed help with. Although he had half a heart attack waking up the next morning in Yoongi’s bed (he slept like a baby though), the note had calmed his heart rapidly (he was almost glad he didn’t need to hurry to sort more mail this morning and he had only needed to figure out how to sneak out of the building without being seen). In the end he had made it somehow, only to stand in front of Yoongi’s office again.

And the day after that.

And the following days, too.

It was just nice spending the time with Yoongi, at least that’s what he told Jimin, when in reality the more time he was spending with his boss, the more he felt intrigued by him. He leaned his chin onto his hand as he watched Yoongi heating up water for some tea, as he bobbed his head to the music. “Do you dance, Mr. Min?” Taehyung asked and walked around the kitchen counter with a big grin plastered on his face.

Yoongi eyed him warily “Definitely not. Why, did something give you a different impression?” He made a step back , just to be on the safe side when Taehyung got up with a big grin on his face. “Kim Taehyung! I’m warning you!”

Taehyung didn’t care when he wrapped his arm around his boss and pulled him closer to him, swaying with the beat of the music, making Yoongi spin (with a little more work on his side). “Relax, Mr. Min. You’re always so tight up!” He placed Yoongi’s arms differently and where they actually should be in a dance position, but the other let them slip down again. But Taehyung could work with stubbornness as well, so he took both hands in his and pulled Yoongi in and out again turning him around and back again, having the time of his life.

“Heavens, you don’t know how to give up, do you?” He pulled a face while letting Tae drag him around, enjoying it too much to actually put up a fight and put a hold to it. He wasn’t lying he normally didn’t dance but being silly like this wasn’t something he had done in years and it somehow felt…freeing. Even though he would have never said that out loud. He still had a reputation to uphold.

It felt like forever as they danced and Yoongi finally seemed to relax a little more when his phone interrupted the music harshly. Usually he turned off the volume, but he was waiting for an important response for days now.

“Don’t run off, we will finish this dance!” He was still laughing, when he took the phone off the counter and looked at the message he got. It was an email, one that made his heart race a little faster at first and then it dropped again. Just like his smile.

We’re sorry to inform you – how many times had he read this sentence by now.

His art was everything to him, but it seemed like no one else saw it. Was he that stupid? Was he really not talented? He had thought about this a million times and it consumed him every time. Shutting the screen again, Taehyung put the phone aside as he felt the tears burning in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t want to cry. Not here. Not right now. Not like this.

“I didn’t get it.” Taking a deep breath, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders trying to not care, “Just something about how it didn’t fit in.”

It was clear that he spoke about the spot in the museum from the sadness that had filled his eyes and changed his entire face. In that moment Yoongi wondered how someone could feel so deep and still keep his smile because surely Tae must have been disappointed before and yet he looked like his whole world had just been crushed before his eyes. Immediately he reached out to take Taehyung's hands in his.

“They’re totally right! You don’t fit into some exhibition were pictures of similar artists are crammed into a tiny space so that museum visitors who are here for other exhibitions can take a short glance at them. You need something else, with more space, more freedom, something that’s entirely your own thing. Don’t let this get you down because they definitely aren’t worth your tears. You can be sad - but only for them because they missed out on having you in their halls, not because you feel like you’ll never get the chance to find the right audience. Because you will. Sooner or later you will find them. I promise you that.”

The younger averted his gaze onto his feet and although Yoongi’s words warmed his heart, he knew better. He’d been trying for so long now.

“I know you mean well,” His voice sounded defeated, “But maybe I’m just not made for this. Maybe my art isn’t good in the end and I should just stick to what I’m good. Sorting mail and taking pictures of families and their kids in my shop.” Taehyung let himself plop down onto the couch, making some more room for Yoongi. “Some people aren’t made for this, I guess.” His lips pursed into a slight pout as it hurt saying those words out loud. “I had imagined it so beautifully though…maybe I should stop daydreaming, then it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“If you feel like this then I’m sure you must be right.” Yoongi gave him a sharp look. “Because if that’s what you secretly think every time you apply for an exhibition or a nice spot at a gallery people will see it, that you’re insecure, that you’re not a hundred percent sure of what you’re capable of. And so, they’ll give your place to someone who is because even though they have less talent they know how to sell themselves better. It’s on you, really. If you think you can be happy with what you have; stick to it. If not then fight for what you want.”

Taehyung had pulled his legs in and draped them over Yoongi’s as he chuckled softly. “Says the one who is hiding in his office.” He smiled at him when he reached out for his hand to intertwine their hands. “I’m insecure when it comes to my art. I’m always scared if others will like what I do or if they will say something mean. And I am trying, Mr. Min. I’m trying so much but it’s getting frustrating.” With the other hand, Taehyung began to trace a few lines on Yoongi’s hand mindlessly, “If you’re allowed to be insecure about what others think, then I am too.” He blinked when the tears threatened to fall again. “I just wished I could have shown you. You could have played the piano at the opening or…you could have met Jimin. My friend, I told you about. And…and we could have gotten out for some coffee. The good kind, the one from downtown. And I’d put lots of sugar in mine, while you drink yours black.” He shook his head and wiped over his cheeks. “It would’ve been perfect, don’t you think? Rich people like you buying crappy art from me. That’s where our worlds collide, right?” Taehyung sighed deeply, “I bet they didn’t even look at my stuff, just discarded me when they didn’t recognize my name. That’s how it works after all.” He blinked up at Yoongi with tear-filled eyes, “I’m sorry I can’t take you out on an art date, then. We’ve got to reschedule.”

He had wanted to offer to buy Tae some exhibition catalogue where they could look at it together but something else made his brain short circuit before he could speak up. “D…date?” Yoongi stumbled over his own words as he looked at Taehyung with wide eyes, all thoughts about not showing his emotions too obviously thrown out the window. Surely he must have heard wrong. Or Taehyung was joking. Or the other meant it differently like… a date between friends.

Taehyung rubbed his neck nervously, before he shyly answered. “I meant it when I said I want to show you my stuff…just you and me. I…” He gulped, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat that made it so much harder to speak. “I really like your company, Mr. Min. I thought…you’d maybe…like that, too?” He frowned at his own wording, wanting to fling himself out of the window in shame.

“You thought... I’d like to date you?” It did totally come out wrong but the thought that someone would want to date him and not just someone but handsome, young, lively Tae who could do so much better than some bitter, disfigured hide-away that couldn’t go out baffled him completely. If it were anyone else he would have thought they wanted his money or a story, but Tae had proved that his art was what was most important to him and that he didn’t want to buy himself recognition. So, he had no idea why Taehyung would do that to himself. “You can’t be serious!”

Taehyung didn’t know what had come over him and maybe he had been stuck in his head, thinking that his little nightly adventures could be a little more than just that. Yoongi was still his boss and although he was kind enough to let him in and spend time with him almost every day now, it didn’t mean he felt the same way for him. He realized that now.

“I am so sorry, I…I didn’t think, I guess. You’re still my boss of course and…this…it’s work-related and…,” Taehyung got up from the couch, hands shaking as he realized that somewhere between spending all those sleepless nights with Yoongi, feeling up his skin, getting to know the man behind the mask that he had fallen in love with him. While Yoongi was just happy for the care he was giving him, the company and the help that he needed in his office. He bowed his head in apology, trying to ignore his rapid beating heart that was telling him to stay, but he knew he was just making a mess. “I think I should go. I have overstepped your boundaries, Mr. Min. I’m sorry.” Taehyung grabbed his bag from the piano chair before he rushed towards the door.

“Wait, Taehyung!” Yoongi was on his feet in a heartbeat, running after Taehyung who was surprisingly quick for someone who’s view must still be blurry from his unshed tears. “Don’t run off now, please, just wait!” He was out of breath when he arrived at the end of the stairs but at least Taehyung was still there, even though he didn’t look at him and had his bag securely placed in front of him, his shoulders hunched forward as if he was trying to hide and make himself as small as possible. Taehyung meant what he had said. His reaction and the flash of hurt that had passed over his face had made it crystal clear. So Yoongi spoke softly - as best as he could while still being out of breath. “You can’t date me while you still call me Mr. Min. So.. call me Yoongi, please.”

Taehyung held onto his bag tightly, not really sure what to say when he simply nodded. “Okay…Yoongi,” His voice sounded rough and unsure as he stood by the door. “I’m really sorry, Mr. M-... Yoongi,” Taehyung had his eyes averted onto the ground, not able to stand his gaze. “I didn’t want to mess this night up. We can go back to how it was tomorrow. I promise, I won’t say anything anymore.”

Yoongi shook his head, smiling. “Taehyung, I don’t think you got what I meant to say. I’d like that. The art date you promised me. I’m up for it. I didn’t mean to react so taken aback when you suggested it, it was just that... I couldn’t really see why you would... you know...” He trailed off, gesturing to his marks instead. “So, it took me a moment to realize you were serious but... yeah. Please date me if you still want to.”

The younger’s eyes flickered up when Yoongi spoke just as nervously as he had only minutes before he ran off. “So, if I do get a spot…you’d let me take you out?” He asked nervously, “A-and you’re not saying this b-because you know I won’t never get a spot?”

Yoongi couldn’t help it, he broke into laughter. “Oh Tae, that’s totally not it. Because you will get your exhibition, I can promise you that.” The company had done enough charity events that had to do with art for him to know how to organize an exhibition though Tae didn’t have to know that. Not yet. “Also, I’ve got two conditions concerning our date: First I’ll let you take me out but I won’t let you pay. That’s my part. And second I want the right to buy one of your exhibition pieces. You can leave it hanging there for everyone to see but with a little sign that tells them that they have to be fast to get one of your other pieces because that one is mine already. Deal?”

He smiled softly at the thought of being able to take Yoongi out one day, maybe he would open up enough to him to be brave enough to actually visit him on opening day. He’d love that a lot. His smile grew even bigger as he walked up to Yoongi, placing his bag down.

“I take the deal.” He cocked his head aside, pushing a string of hair out of Yoongi’s face as he leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Barely there, just a fleeting touch of his lips against his skin. “And why wouldn’t I want to, you’re beautiful to me.” He whispered, leaning in a little more, “Good Night, Yoongi.”

It was a good thing he let their night end like this because Yoongi was too overwhelmed to know what to do with himself. He was unbelievably happy, like something had let in the light that illuminated his whole world again. But at the same time, he was horribly, horribly scared. Because he knew how dating went. If they would not get along and their interest wouldn’t turn into a relationship then it would be different between them. And if they did get along well... then it would be just as scary. Because dating meant that they would see each other more often, maybe kiss, maybe touch… and he didn’t want Taehyung to see all of his skin. The other had told him that he thought his hands were beautiful and he could look at his eyes without flinching but being faced with the ugliness of his whole body could only be too much, even for someone as kind hearted as Taehyung.

A/N: Ohhhhh, what do you think? Will a date happen? Or will Taehyung get refused again and again and again or.............

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Stuck at the Door - Yoonmin One-shot

Synopsis: Yoongi works at night, Jimin works during the day. Yoongi's first contact too Jimin is an angry post-it note telling him not to slam his door, however, now they have begun using this as some form of communication. However, will either one of them find themselves able to meet the other in person, or will they remain stuck at the door unable to find the courage?

*This fic was a gift done for a Frosty fic fest on ao3. The prompt was given by user @/kisslater and this story came of it! Enjoy and show her love too!

Genre: Romance, One-shot, Mutual Pining

Length: approx. 7k words

Stuck at the Door - Yoonmin One-Shot

Close your god damn door a little quieter next time, will you? – M. YG, Apt # 13

That was the first sticky note that Park Jimin had ever gotten on his front door. At first, he didn’t notice it, staggering towards his door just as the sun was starting to set over his apartment complex. However, after setting down his bag and scrambling to get his keys, a yawn escaping from his tired mouth, the note finally catches his attention as it slipped from its place on the door, floating delicately towards his feet. When he bent down to pick it up, scanning the message, he pouted.

“Was I that loud?” He mumbled to himself. He glanced in the direction of Apartment 13, which was right next to his. He had never once seen the guy, Min Yoongi, who lived in Apartment 13 because they were alive and functioning at different times of the day. By the time Jimin got home in the evenings, Yoongi seemingly was long gone, off to work at whatever job he had. Jimin sighed, sticking the note into his pocket before slipping himself into the apartment and closing the door behind him. He made his way deeper into his apartment, towards his desk where all of his university supplies and other stationery needs waited for him every day. “Well, guess I should apologize.” Quickly, Jimin grabbed hold of a yellow sticky note, scribbling down the words I’m sorry! I’ll try to be quieter in the future. “There.” Jimin got up, heading back outside and opening the door. He looked around, trying to see if he could hear any noises that could be Yoongi still in the area. When he heard nothing, he walked to Apartment 13’s door, pressing the sticky note onto the door. He grinned. “Perfect.” With that out of the way, Jimin headed back inside, locking himself in his apartment so that he could get his work done.

After that note, Jimin was sure that the issue had resolved itself. He was making sure that he would close his door quietly both when he left and when he returned home, just in case Yoongi was ever in his apartment resting before his night shifts. That seemed to be the end of it for a while, and Jimin was already moving on.

Yoongi, however, felt the exact opposite. Yoongi worked the night shift at a local convenience store that ran for 24 hours a day. By the time the sun was rising in the morning, Yoongi wanted to crawl into a hole and die every single time. He wasn’t a fan of his job, but he did it because with just barely scraping through high school and having no intention of going to college, Yoongi needed some way to pay the bills. So, this was his ticket to do so while he pursued his real passion: rapping. Yoongi was a phenomenal rapper, and his home was the underground rap scene. That’s where he spent his weeknights, and his days where he wasn’t at home passed out on the couch, he was there preparing for his next performance.

So, when Yoongi was home, the last thing he needed was to be woken up by Jimin slamming the door as he exited his apartment. The first time was fine, and the apology note was cute. However, the next time it happened, Yoongi flung himself out of bed and frowned. His eyes flew to the alarm clock, where he saw the time flashing. It was 7 a.m., meaning Yoongi had only been home and asleep for 3 hours after a long night at the rap club.

“The little punk.” He scoffed, before heading out of his room and towards the door of his apartment. When he flung the door open, he poked his head out. “Oi! Park Jimin!” He shouted. However, there was nobody in the hallway of the apartment level, and Jimin was gone as if he were the kiss of an angel. “Damn…” Yoongi stepped outside, crossing his arms. As he turned his head, a note caught his attention. Another yellow sticky note was resting on his door, and he quickly pulled it off.

I slammed the door on accident I’m so sorry!:(((((( - P. JM Apt. 12

“…What the hell? Does he carry sticky notes outside with him now?” Yoongi asked. He looked over at Jimin’s door again, before storming inside and grabbing his blue sticky note. Lifting a pen out of the cup it sat in on his desk, Yoongi scribbled that exact question down onto the paper. He walked back out and pressed it against Yoongi’s door. “Idiot.” The man huffed before heading back into his apartment and closing the door.

The sun began to set later in the day, and Yoongi was preparing for a night at the underground rapping scene. He had good connections, knowing the man who ran the scene pretty well, and he had been preparing for another night like this for the past few days. Nights like these were the best, dawning casual black clothes rather than a convenient store polo and slacks. Yoongi looked himself over in the mirror, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. He looked good and felt ready. Grabbing his overnight bag, phone, wallet, and keys, Yoongi headed out the door. As he made his way to the end of the hallway, descending the steps to the bottom floor of the apartment complex, he heard a voice coming closer and closer.

“No, I barely even opened up that assignment yet…Yeah, I read the directions like fifteen times, but I have no clue what Professor Choi wants!” Yoongi rolled his eyes, quickly slipping his hands into his pockets as he quickened his pace down the steps. The other man he passed did not once look in his direction, so immersed in his conversation with whoever was on the phone. Yoongi didn’t even bother offering a nonverbal greeting, as he made it to the bottom of the steps and headed straight out the door and in the direction of the train station.

Jimin heard the front door of the apartment building slam shut, but didn’t turn back to look at it. “Yeah, if you want to come over, we should work on it together, Tae.”

“Sure. I’ll take Yeontan for a walk and then I’ll-.”

Jimin’s eyes finally fell onto his front door as he went to unlock it, and he blinked. “Oh my goodness.”

“Hm? What is it?” Taehyung asked from the other side of the phone.

“My neighbor being a bit of a hardass because I slam my door when I leave the house and I guess it wakes him up. I have never once seen the guy, so I can’t even go and have a real conversation with him.”

“Ew. Guess you should slam the door on purpose and see if he busts your door down.” Jimin chuckled a bit as he stepped into his house.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He hummed. “I’ll get dinner ready, so just lemme know when you’re here.” As the duo said their goodbyes, Jimin hung up and set his phone down onto his coffee table. His eyes wandered down to the sticky note in his hand again.

Do you keep sticky notes on you at all times now just to talk to me? – M. YG, Apt. 13

Hmm…Jimin’s eyebrow raised a bit, his eyes scanning the sentence over and over as he stood in his living room in silence. I might be able to have some fun with this. Jimin walked towards his desk, grabbing a colored pencil and his set of sticky notes. Quickly, Jimin scribbled down a reply and hurried out the door to stick it on the neighbor’s door. He took a moment to stare at his handy work, laughing a bit to himself. “This is fun.” He said to himself, heading inside.

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Despite the lights and the blaring music that were erupting the underground rap scene in a sea of constant energy, Yoongi was currently sitting backstage, arms crossed as his head rested against the wall. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. The only reason was that he heard a familiar voice coming his way that alerted his attention, making him lookup. He saw fellow underground rapper, Kim Namjoon, better known as his stage name RM. RM was drinking some water, and as he got closer, Yoongi could see the sweat dripping down his forehead and covering the collar of his shirt. Being under the blaring lights amongst a sea of screaming fans, belting out raps so fast it can make your head spin was enough to send someone backstage with a little drip or two on their forehead and frantically searching for a glass of water.

“I rarely see you sitting and resting before a performance. Everything okay, Hyung?” RM asked curiously. Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah. My neighbor just loves to slam his door, so I end up waking up in a panic almost every other day and I find it hard to go back to sleep afterward.” RM offered an amused chuckle. “So, I thought I could rest here before I go on, but-.”

As if scripted, the current performer provided a loud and aggressive yell as he finished his final verse, sending the crowd into a fit of hysterical cheering and howling over him. “Well, yeah. That…” Once again, RM chuckled, and this time Yoongi followed.

“I’m sure you’ll wake up once you get on stage, Hyung,” RM assured. The duo offered one another a wave, and RM headed deeper backstage to find something to eat. Yoongi slowly rose from his spot on the floor, and headed towards the back of the stage, waiting for his performance. As he watched the current performer finish up, he took a deep breath. He had no time to worry about his obnoxious neighbor, he had more important things to worry about.

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He had finished yet another phenomenal performance, the crowd cheering and shouting for him as he belted out every word, every syllable slipping through his lips at the fast and intense pace that Yoongi had become known for. After his performance, RM and he, like they always did, went out to a local 24-hour restaurant to eat, celebrating their hard work by stuffing their faces. Namjoon would mostly do the talking, about school life or his love life. Love life? Yoongi thought to himself. Do people have those? Despite his sarcastic comment to himself, Yoongi continued to listen as Namjoon gushed over the date he had taken her on just recently.

“Anyway, we went for a walk in a local park and got some lunch. It was something special, Hyung.”

“I’m glad.” Yoongi smiled a bit. Anyone who met this version of Namjoon, someone who is wise beyond his years and talks as if everything he says is being graded by a college philosophy professor but god damn it if you don’t want to take in every last work anyway, would never imagine that he’s also the same guy that shouts swears and throws his head back as he spits straight fire with a deep voice almost every night for the underground rap scene. They were two different people, almost, and Yoongi knew them both well.

“You should find yourself, someone, too.” Namjoon pointed out. “I think it would do you some good.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, popping a fry into his mouth as Namjoon continued. “I mean, when the time comes, of course. You can’t rush this kind of stuff.”

“I guess not.” Yoongi hummed. Namjoon, sensing Yoongi was already bored by the subject, moved on by asking him if he wanted dessert. Yoongi scoffed playfully. Of course, he did.

Yoongi was entering his apartment building just as the rays of the sun were rising over the buildings of Seoul. He was full, and being full made him dirt tired. The idea of sprawling out in bed, Holly snuggling up beside him, just filled him with such content that he could barely contain it. The sight of his door at the end of the hallway made his hand slipped into his back pocket, and pull out his house key. When he approached his door, however, the bright, yellow square pressed right on top of his little peephole. He pulled it off and skimmed it.

Do you like that I always have you on my mind? – P.JM

A crudely scribbled wink was placed beside it and Yoongi felt the back of his ears heat up just slightly. What on earth was this punk trying to pull? He looked at Jimin’s door, assuming the boy was still asleep, preparing to wake up any moment to get ready for work. Yoongi walked into his house, closing the door behind him. Grabbing his sticky note, he scribbled down a response and walked back outside.

I hate you. But I think it is kind of funny how seriously you’re taking this. – M.YG

Upon walking back outside, Yoongi walked to Jimin’s door. As he pressed the sticky note to the door, he heard a bit of commotion coming from inside the apartment. After further examination, Yoongi could hear the faint sound of an alarm clock, until it was interrupted by someone seemingly putting it on snooze. Yoongi blinked, stepping back from the door. Jimin was awake this early? Could he finally have an opportunity to meet this little brat once and for all, and put this dumb game of cat and mouse to rest?

When the time comes, of course. Namjoon’s deep voice played through his mind. Yoongi once again looked at the sticky note that was resting on his door, and he crossed his arms. He could very easily wait for Jimin, or even initiate and knock on the door. But for some reason, his body wouldn’t let him go any closer to the door. It didn’t make any sense to him. However, before he could try to rationalize with himself, he walked back into his room.

“…I’ll wait and see if he replies to the note,” Yoongi said softly, locking his door and heading into his bedroom to get some much-needed shut-eye.

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Jimin did reply to that note. This unique method of communication made them excited to come home, even more so than before. Every second that passed ascending the steps of their apartment made their heart beat a little faster, until before they knew it, they were practically sprinting past other tenants and up the steps to get to their apartments faster. Reaching the door was like some sort of euphoria each time, their minds racing with what the response of the other could possibly be. It became a daily dose of serotonin, something they looked forward to. With every day that passed, every note that found itself on one of their doors made them feel a little closer with one another. They studied each other’s handwriting, their phrasing, Yoongi smiled at every silly face Jimin drew, and Jimin giggled at each sarcastic remark Yoongi provided him with. They felt close to each other without actually having to see each other.

The duo found themselves constantly sharing messages for the next week and a half. They had long since dropped the inclusion of their apartment number but instead began to include a lot of variated conversation starters. The messages were ranging from so many different comments, no longer were they only focused on the loud slams of Jimin’s door. Instead, they were question-based. What’s your favorite color? Were you born and raised in Seoul? What job do you have that keeps you from ever actually meeting me?

That last and most recent one stunned Jimin when he saw it pressed against his door one evening. He had just gotten home from work, ready to prepare for his friend Taehyung’s arrival for their planned study session when he saw this question. He walked back inside, grinning a bit. So far, Jimin had been the one to insinuate the flirtatious messages, but to see Yoongi ask one this time, just made him feel something in his stomach. Stomach nostalgic and exciting.

Taehyung did not seem as invested in this.

“So, you still haven’t talked to the guy?” He asked curiously.

“Well, no,” Jimin said, not even bothering to look up from his homework. “I work when he sleeps, and he works when I sleep, so we don’t get the chance.”

“It can’t always be perfectly lined up that way.”

“…Has been so far.”

“Okay then, have you sent him a reply to his message?” Jimin nodded.

“I told him I go to school and work at a restaurant during my off days.” Taehyung nodded as he listened to his friend continue to talk about the story, he thought he had only heard in dramas and television shows. As he looked up at Jimin from his notes, he could see Jimin’s eyes sparkling a bit.

“It’s charming, and I think he’s just too nervous to talk to me in person right now. Which is fine, I don’t know if I’d want to talk to him yet either. I like things the way they-.” Before Jimin could finish, Taehyung stood up, catching his friend’s attention. “What are you doing?”

“You might not be ready to talk yet, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.” Jimin felt his heart sink as he watched Taehyung head to the door.

“What? Tae, no please!” Jimin quickly followed after him. “He’s probably already at work. Or at least getting ready to go.”

“So? He can spare a minute to say hi to his neighbor.” Taehyung said simply. Jimin followed his friend outside, continuing to try and turn him back around. No luck. Taehyung saw the note Jimin said he posted on Yoongi’s door but wasted on time knocking.

“Tae-.” Jimin covered his face. His heart was racing, and he felt like he wanted to cry, but he wasn’t sure why. His eyes were burning and the idea that this could be the moment Yoongi steps out of his apartment and into his view…well, he just wasn’t ready.

“…Okay, guess he did go to work,” Tae said, turning back to Jimin. When Jimin looked up, Taehyung could see his red eyes and slightly trembling lips. “Are you that nervous to meet this guy?”

“Of course, I am! We never started talking until I slammed the door and woke him up. Sure, he seems to be over it now but what if he doesn’t like me when we meet? I didn’t think this would last so long…I can be flirty and fun on the notes, I think I’ll get too nervous if I were to meet him right now.” Taehyung said, tossing his arm around Jimin and leading him back inside.

“Then he’s a bigger idiot than I thought…” Taehyung said simply.

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“So, he works at a restaurant hm?” Yoongi muttered to himself, setting his note in his pocket. He, much like Jimin had been doing for a while, pulled out his little sticky notes from his pocket and scribbled down a comment, pressing it to Jimin’s door. He had just arrived home from a night soft at the store.

Once I find out which restaurant, just know I’ll make it my regular spot. -M.YG

Jimin almost collapsed on the floor when he read that comment after his shift that afternoon. He was tempted to share the restaurant he worked at, but still, he didn’t feel ready yet. The idea that he could run into Yoongi at any moment when he wasn’t ready, freaked him out something fierce. However, Yoongi didn’t have to know that. His next note read the following:

You must be into the kinky serving fetishes, aren’t you? Well, don’t expect me to give in that easily! – P.JM

“Oh my God…” Yoongi snickered, scratching his cheek a bit. That next morning, Yoongi made sure to only give an adequate reply to Jimin’s comment:

Listen here, punk. I just want to see you working and now I’m being needlessly kink shamed. I’ll never forgive you. -M.YG

As Jimin rested on his couch, a smile formed, and he couldn’t stop staring at the note that was clutched so tightly in his hands that he almost crumpled it up. He glanced over at his little pile of post-it notes on his dresser. He didn’t know what Yoongi looked like, but he couldn’t help imagine what his face looked like, all scrunched up in embarrassment at the idea of sexual kinks. Jimin couldn’t wait for the idea of seeing him in person, and he sat up, hurrying over and grabbing hold of his pen and paper, scribbling down his response.

That evening, as Yoongi’s performance high, was wearing off, he stood just under the awning of the venue, watching as the rain fell in buckets around him. He had watched the weather and had even brought his jacket to the short shift he had to cover at the convenience store. However, after rushing out of there, his mind elsewhere, he realized his jacket was still hanging on the rack in the back of the staff room. He kicked himself just thinking about it. Running a hand through his hair, he watched as Namjoon stepped beside him, crossing his arms.

“My girlfriend is gonna be here in a few minutes.” He stated. “I’m sure she’ll drive you home.” Yoongi smiled.

“Tell her to thank you, but I’m not far from here. If I run then take a hot shower, I’ll be okay.” Namjoon sighed, crossing his arms.

“Hyung, you’ll get sick.” He pointed out. Yoongi nodded.

“Remember the time I told you I got into that nasty motorcycle accident as a teen and messed up my shoulder?” he asked. Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, no cold I’ve had since has compared to that. I’ll be okay. Night.” Just like that, with a wave of his hand, Yoongi rushed out of Namjoon’s sight, in the direction of his apartment. When he arrived, he was soaked to the bone, not truly underestimating the power of the rain at the moment. He honestly just wanted to get home. As he headed to his door, he saw a sticky note on his door and grinned as he took it.

You probably look so cute right now, when you’re embarrassed! – P.JM

“Cute, hm?” A curious tongue pressed on the inside of Yoongi’s mouth, a grin forming on his lips as he saw a droplet of a waterfall off the tip of his lips and onto the floor. Heading inside, he set the note down on the table and went to shower.

Jimin did not think too much of it when Yoongi did not respond the next morning. It rained, and that must have blown it away, no big deal. Jimin was in a rush anyway and hurried to his morning classes without thinking too much of it. He’ll probably notice before he goes to work, and he’ll put a new one up. The hopeful student thought to himself. His stomach bubbled with a childlike giddiness of how he would mock the older man for it in future messages, and he practically skipped to school. However, upon returning that afternoon, Jimin came home in the evening to see…well…he didn’t see anything on his door. No sticky note, no remnant of a sticky note, no nothing. It made Jimin’s little lips turn into a sour pout as he entered his apartment. Maybe it blew away. It’s still windy after the rainstorm…Jimin thought to himself, locking the door. Despite having this thought run through his mind, Jimin still felt a sense of uneasiness course throughout his body. Jimin walked to his desk, setting his bag down and slipping into his chair. Maybe he’s running late so I got home before he could do it…Jimin lowered his head down on the table. “I shouldn’t let something so silly get to me. I’ll just write one to him and see what happens tomorrow…” Jimin quickly got up. After scribbling something down, Jimin headed out the door and pressed the new sticky note to his door. Letting out a soft sigh, Jimin headed inside, planning to distract himself with homework until he figured out the true meaning of what was going on with his next-door neighbor.

Much to Jimin’s utter disappointment, no message was left for him the next morning when he got up. When he looked towards Yoongi’s door, he saw that the original post-it he had left the evening prior was still there. Walking over, Jimin pulled it from the door and frowned as he stared at the hours-old message. He pouted. Well, this changed things completely. Jimin took one step closer to the door, temporarily courageous enough to knock. Did he not go to work today? There had to be a reason for Yoongi to just…stop, right? Jimin pressed the note back onto the door and quickly headed back inside. Grabbing a sticky note, Jimin scribbled down: Oh, so now we’re ignoring me? >3< - P.JM, placing that onto the door beside the previous note. Jimin knew he could always…you know…knock. But he just didn’t want to…so he headed inside his apartment to see what tomorrow would bring.

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“It’s been almost five days, Taehyung.” Jimin whimpered over the phone. “And he still hasn’t replied. My post-it notes are piling up. I think he’s over it…” Legs pulled to his chest, Jimin rested a puffed-out cheek onto his knees, while his hand cradled his phone against his ear.

“Well…” Taehyung began. “You can always go talk to him for once. Maybe this is his way of telling you that he wants to meet you in person.” Jimin huffed.

“But I…Taehyung I told you already, I’m too nervous to meet him in person. What if it doesn’t work out?”

“But what if it does and you’re just stalling?” Taehyung asked simply. He could hear his best friend whine over the phone, and it made him smile. Although he found the whole ordeal a bit dramatic on Jimin’s end, Taehyung didn’t want his friend to be upset. “How about this.” He began. “Jungkook invited me to see his friend perform at some underground rap thing this Friday. Do you want to come? Get your mind off of everything?” Jimin hummed in response. “If you don’t hear from your mysterious ink prince by then, consider it a sign and go talk to him in person.” Jimin was silent for a moment, and Taehyung rested his head against the back of his spinning office chair. “Well?”

“…Fine. I’ll go.” He said simply. “But the last part of your deal is a maybe, at best.” Taehyung cheered on the other end of the line before Jimin said his goodbyes and hung up. He sighed, resting back on his bed. “I should probably finally talk to him…” Jimin mumbled to himself, holding up the most recent sticky note he had yet to put on the door. “But if I put too many more then he might start thinking I’m annoying. I’ll just have to wait….”

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A deep cough ripped through Apartment 13 the next morning, and Yoongi groaned. He was bundled in several blankets, too cold to be uncovered, yet also sweating from the absolute fiery inferno raging within him. “I really should have taken that ride the other day, damn it…” Yoongi grumbled to himself, feeling another cough shake his body. As he was resting, the sound of jingling keys alerted his attention, and his head lolled in the direction of his door. His name was called, and the sound of Holly padding the floor towards the door made him sit up. He had to drag himself out of bed, wrapping one of his many blankets around himself as he did so. Upon entering the kitchen, his coworker Hoseok was standing there. When he caught sight of his friend, he grinned.

“Hyung! You’re finally up and out of bed! Is my soup working just like I said it would?” Yoongi only groaned as he shuffled to the couch, plopping down onto it and allowing for the coolness of the new location to envelop him. He heard footsteps approach him, and when he looked over, Hoseok leaned down and felt his forward. “Your fever seems to be breaking too. If you keep this up, you’ll be ready to perform again Friday night.” Yoongi nodded.

“I hate to be a burden on you, Hoseok…” Yoongi sighed. “But thank you.” Hoseok smiled.

“It’s the least I could do. If you didn’t have to cover my shift last minute, you could have brought your jacket straight to the venue and avoided this whole event.” He said simply. As Hoseok continued to stock Yoongi’s fridge, he hummed. “Oh yeah. I saw that there were a bunch of sticky notes taped to your door when I walked in. All of them said ‘P.JM’ on them, too.” Yoongi sat up once again as Hoseok continued. “Is it…a secret lover? Hmmm, let’s see…P.JM…Park Jimyul…Park Jung-.” As Hoseok began rattling off different names, Yoongi stood fully up off the couch. He had to steady himself for a moment, and the immediate action stopped Hoseok’s daydreaming and alerting him back to his friend. “W-what are you doing?” he asked as he watched Yoongi walk towards him. He stuck out his hand, and Hoseok pouted, handing his friend the sticky notes. Yoongi looked down at them.

You probably look so cute right now when you’re embarrassed! – P.JM

Oh, so you’re going to ignore me now? >3< -P.JM

Okay, maybe you are…. -P.JM

The last one had Yoongi’s heart tighten. He sighed, heading over to the door despite Hoseok’s pleas to sit back down. After forcing down another cough, Yoongi stepped outside. The bright lights made him flinch, but he still stepped right outside and looked at Jimin’s house. He was too sick to get out of bed, much less reply to the messages he was receiving from Jimin. Based on how many days he’s been sick, and the number of replies he had taped to his door, Yoongi realized Jimin had stopped replying for at least two days. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi sniffled and walked closer to the door. He could hear a faint noise coming from behind Jimin’s door and assumed that he had yet to leave for work or class. Yoongi was tempted to knock, however, he was currently not feeling well enough to maintain a long conversation with this kid. Also, he was in no way looking his best for a first meeting. He simply headed back into his apartment, earning himself a scolding from Hoseok about going outside barefoot when he was sick. Yoongi drowned it out as he crawled back onto the couch.

It had seemingly been two days since he had gotten any other messages. Jimin was probably over it.

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“Guys, this is going to be so fun.” Jungkook beamed, turning to his friends. Taehyung smiled, throwing a supportive arm around Jimin. The trio stood inside of the venue late that Friday night, the music already blasting and people nearby already being sure to try their hand at the bar. A few people had already performed, and they were currently taking a small break while they prepared for the next group. That was when the trio had arrived, mid-shift. Jungkook looked at Jimin, who was simply watching the stage despite nothing of interest currently happening. “You recognize any names, Jimin-Hyung?” he asked, and Jimin looked over at the other boy.

“Hm? Oh, uh no…this music isn’t my thing.” Taehyung offered Jimin a tight hug around the shoulders, grinning.

“No need to pout, Jiminie~. Tonight’s the night you may confront your sticky-note admirer. You should be happy.” This had been the topic of conversation for the trio, mainly Jungkook and Taehyung, since they met up, so Jungkook was already well aware of the whole event. Jimin sighed, pouting even more despite his friend’s high energy.

“I told you, I’m already not looking forward to it.”

“He needs a drink.” Jungkook nodded. “I’ll grab us all something.” He said, hurrying over to the nearby bar as he excused himself past some people. Jimin crossed his arms, shuffling in his spot as Taehyung tried to talk his ear off. He had still gotten no replies from Yoongi, and the thought only brought him down more. All he wanted was for Jungkook’s friend to perform so he could go home and sleep.

When Jungkook was grabbing a few drinks, his attention was alerted by a deep voice calling his name. When he looked over, he saw Namjoon approaching him with his usual kind smile gracing his lips. “Glad you made it in time. Are your friends here?”

“They’re somewhere in the crowd.” Jungkook beamed, smiling. “Are you going on soon? I’m excited to see you perform again.” Namjoon grinned, nodding.

“They’ll probably be ready in a couple of minutes. My friend is performing before me, so I should go get ready, I just wanted to come to say hi before I did.” He said happily. “But I’ll come to find you after the show, okay?”

“Okay, see you later, Hyung.” Jungkook chimed. He watched as Namjoon waved him off, before disappearing into the crowds of bustling teenagers and young adults, all of whom were continuing to chat and converse long after Namjoon squeezed through their groups of people. Jungkook, pleased to have seen his friend, grabbed the drinks and headed back into the crowd as well.

Jimin rested idly beside Taehyung, who was happily sipping his drink and chatting with those around him. Normally, Jimin would be right in there as well, eagerly chatting up individuals and learning their backstories over a drink while simultaneously sharing his own. However, he didn’t feel like it tonight. He couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi, he couldn’t stop thinking about the entire ordeal. He wanted to at least know the reason for Yoongi’s sudden pause in responses. Though his mind told him to be sensible, his heart was doing anything but.

“Hyung, don’t look so down.” Jungkook smiled at him. “Everything with that neighbor of yours will work out. I think you should take a deep breath and have fun for now. Standing around like a sad sack won’t do any good for anyone.” Jimin smiled a bit, taking another sip of his drink.

“I guess you’re right.” He said simply.

“Besides, if it turns out he really did get bored and just stopped writing altogether, then it’s his loss and he deserves to be alone.” Both men chuckled at Jungkook’s statement. “My friend goes on soon so please just let loose and have some fun.” He grinned. Jimin nodded. As if on cue, the lights dimmed again and an announcer, a man in his mid-20s with glasses on and lots of excessive jewelry, got on stage with a microphone in hand. He grinned.

“I hope everyone’s ready to introduce the next performer of the night.” He said, and a sea of eager shouts filled the room. Taehyung and Jungkook cheered happily beside Jimin, who raised his half-filled glass with a grin. “Let’s give a big welcome to the next performer, SUGA!” Almost immediately, the crowd began shouting and the group watched as a male hurried on the stage. Jimin watched the man grab his microphone, brushing the hair out of his cat-like eyes and offering a grin to the crowd. He quickly turned his head, coughing into his hands silently, before turning back around. Jimin blinked, watching as the music began to beat through the room. Almost immediately, this man known as SUGA began belting out intense rap verses, so quickly that it took an untrained ear a lot more time to process the words being shouted. Despite that, Jimin was in awe, entranced by the flow and the beat of the man giving his everything on stage. He could hear hints of a raspy voice on certain notes, and it made Jimin tilt his head as he listened, wanting to know if he could hear anymore. Watching this man perform, it was almost as if any of Jimin’s problems were blown away simply by the power of this man’s verses. He couldn’t turn away as he watched. Jungkook must have noticed Jimin’s heavily focused gaze because he held his arm tightly.

“Isn’t he amazing? Everyone that performs here is crazy good. My friend is probably up next, so get ready!” Jimin now offered the younger boy an even wider, more genuine smile, as the duo turned back to the man performing on the stage. He watched a SUGA’s attention scanned the crowd, eventually landing on the area where Jimin stood. Jimin stared up at him, arms crossed with an amused smile on his face. From his spot, he could see an amused grin form on the performer’s face as he continued to go up and down the stage, the microphone pressed to close to his lips you’d think he was trying to eat it.

As SUGA’s performance drew to a close, Jimin smiled and clapped, even cheering along with the rest of the crowd. SUGA lifted his hand to wave out to the crowd, before offering a bow of his head in appreciation. As he scurried off stage, Jimin could have sworn he saw SUGA’s intense gaze turn to him once more. Jimin only would have noticed because his eyes were practically glued to the man as he exited the stage.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” Taehyung beamed. “Holy crap!” Jimin nodded.

“Yeah, it was.” He chimed. His friend offered him a boxy grin, and they raised their drinks in a toast before tossing them back.

Backstage, Min Yoongi offered a cough into his arm as he descended backstage. Almost immediately, Namjoon patted him on the back.

“Yet another stellar performance, hm?” He grinned. “You did awesome, Hyung.” SUGA nodded.

“Thanks.” He hummed. “But I think all of that messed with my throat. I might head out early and get some rest.” Namjoon nodded, watching as Yoongi suppressed another small cough. “Good luck out there, my guy.” He waved off his friend, before stopping backstage and grabbing all of his belongings. He walked out towards the door, and the sound of people cheering and chatting filled his ears. As he headed to the door, he looked over into the crowd. His mind was wandering back to that gentleman in the crowd. The one with wide eyes and plump, adorable lips stared at him in awe as he performed. He wondered if that guy was still here, he wondered if he was still around if he wanted to talk. However, no luck for him, and with a shrug, and cough into his arm, he headed home.

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Jimin got home around 1 a.m. the next morning, exhausted and with a sore throat from hours of shouting. Though he had thought he would go home and sleep right after Jungkook’s friend performed, he ended up staying for several performances after, SUGA’s performance hitting him with some sort of second wind. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he headed down towards his apartment door. When he arrived, he opened his door and realized that, once again, no note was waiting outside his door. He sighed. “Guess I’ll keep my end of the deal, Kim Taehyung…” he scoffed to himself. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow…” with that decided, he headed inside.

The next morning, Jimin woke up feeling refreshed. He had the day off, allowing him to sleep in just slightly after his late night at the venue. When he woke up, a sinking feeling hit his stomach. His greatest fear came to fruition today, and he knew he had to at least knock on the door next store…he had to try and talk to Min Yoongi. As he got out of bed, Jimin threw on a set of casual clothes, thinking of what he was going to say. As he continued to think about it, that little knot in his stomach got tighter and tighter, and his mind began racing. He had been running a few sentence starters in his mind. Like a teenager preparing for his first date, Jimin had no idea what was going to become of this. Stepping into his living room, Jimin’s eyes fell onto his sticky notes on his desk. As he walked over, lifting the sticky notes, Jimin blinked.

“Maybe I’ll write a note first,” Jimin said simply. Grabbing hold of a pen, he jotted down a note and then headed towards the door. As he stepped out onto the hallway, he turned towards Apartment 13. The apartment whose tenant had somehow managed to get him feeling like a giddy schoolgirl for almost a month. As he walked up to the door, he pressed the note to the door, making extra sure that this thumb pressed against it. After a moment, he stepped back. He stood there for a moment, staring at it. For a moment, he asked himself if it would do something remarkable, hence why he hadn’t moved yet. Eventually, he decided it was time to head off. Since he was up, he might as well get breakfast. Turning on his heel, he began walking down the hallway towards the stairs that waited at the end.

However, just as he took the first few steps, the sound of a door clicking behind him made him stop dead in his tracks. When he turned around, he saw the door to Apartment 13 open, and out step its tenant. When he turned around, the door closed and a pair of cat-like eyes stared in Jimin’s direction. He felt his heart sink into his chest, and he put his hands in his pockets. Yoongi was standing right there, only a few feet away. This idea, though completely possible in the world of reality, never felt like it would be something Jimin experienced.

Yoongi stared at Jimin as well for a moment, then blinked. “Oh…” he said. “You were the kid I saw at the performance last night.” Jimin immediately nodded, the images of SUGA spitting fire last night flashing through his mind.

“Yes…” he said. “I…wow, what a small world that you-.”

“-And I happen to be neighbors, I know.” Yoongi also chuckled. He stepped closer. Almost immediately, he coughed a little, covering his hand with his arm. Jimin blinked. “Never thought I would get to see you.”]

“I know,” Jimin said softly. “I’ve wanted to come and talk to you but…I guess I’ve gotten nervous each time.”

Yoongi smiled. “Me too…” he said. “But no better time like the present, right?” He turned over to the door again, tugging off the sticky note. He skimmed it over and smiled. “This says ‘I want to talk to you but I’m too nervous. So, let me know if you want to do that’. Huh…” Yoongi set the note into his pocket. “Crazy how fate works, huh?” he grinned.

“Yeah.” Jimin smiled, walking closer. “Well, you stopped replying for a while, so I thought you were kind of over everything. I didn’t want to seem annoying.”

“Yeah, about that.” Yoongi sighed. “I was sick for the past few days. Getting over a cold.” As if on cue, he suppressed another cough into his chest. “See? I’m better now, but still…”

“Oh…” Jimin said. See, you dramatic idiot. It was sensible.

“By the time I got better, you had stopped. I figured you were kind of over it too. Funny hm?” Yoongi offered a smile.

“Well, I thought it was fun.” Jimin laughed a bit. “It made me look forward to coming home more so than I already did.” Yoongi nodded.

“Me too…” He agreed. A moment of silence fell over them, and Jimin looked up at Yoongi. Yoongi scratched the back of his head, also seemingly trying to find the right words to say. Then, Jimin got an idea.

“Do you uhm…want to join me for breakfast?” Jimin asked curiously. Yoongi blinked. “Maybe we can get to know each other without writing it all down, you know?” Yoongi smiled a bit. “If you want, of course. I don’t know why you came out here, after all, so I-.”

“I stepped out here because I heard someone outside my door.” He smiled. “Kinda glad I did.” Jimin turned a bit pink and chuckled. “Let me throw on some…” he motioned to his sweatpants and old white shirt. “Decent clothes?” Jimin nodded. “…Here, come in.” Yoongi motioned to his door, leading the almost hesitant Jimin inside. Jimin grinned, quickly following the older man into the house. As he closed the door, he struck up a conversation. “So…what had you at my show last night?” he hummed.

As the conversation moved the duo from Yoongi’s home to the streets of Seoul and eventually to a nearby breakfast place, the both of them only thought of one thing coursing through their mind:

It’s about time.

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knjnvrland · 5 years ago

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Prank Wars - ch. 1

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 2.9k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut

> warnings | just some good old swearing for now

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone's life as it is, why don't we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

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> A/N | Hey everyone! This is the first fic I'm posting on this Tumblr, please be kind with your words but make sure to let me know what you think! This is a multi chapter fic I'm cross posting at ao3, search me there as 'restlessxsleeper'. English is not my first language, I'm sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any! I'll add trigger warnings at the beginning of every part, because even though we start funny and soft it takes a turn at some point, so please be sure to read those at the beginning of each chapter.

Chapter 1 - New Beginnings

If you ever encountered another box in your lifetime you would be capable of murder, you thought to yourself, unloading the last of your belongings onto the bed.

“All good here, y/n?” Your brother checked from the door, peeking his head inside your room.

“Yeah Joonie, I’m all set” you still had a lot of unpacking and organizing to do, but for now you could set your brother free.

“Okay good, I still have to pick up Jin hyung from the train station so I’ll get going, call me later?” He was already halfway to the door and you knew.

“Yeah yeah, just go” you waved him off without looking back.

You heard the door closing behind him and then there was one. You knew your brothers were all just a few minutes away now, much closer then they used to be, but it felt weird knowing that this place you were standing in is now your entire home. The dorms weren’t nearly as bad as Jin and Tae made them out to be. You had to share a room, yes, something different that you never had to do before - being the only girl amongst your siblings you always had the privilege of having a room to yourself. But the dorm also had a small living room and something close to a kitchen. And the bathroom was clean, although you doubted a normal sized human-being could fit in that bathtub.

Your roommate’s side was already decorated. She had pink floral bedsheets and fairy lights hanging all around her stuff. You were sure she was one of those cute petite girls with big dreams and high hopes. She was nowhere to be seen though, you had been here for almost an hour now and still had to meet her. But that’s okay, you enjoyed being by yourself and you didn’t mind the peace and quiet to unpack at your own pace, so you just got right into work.

A couple hours flew by and you had just finished stuffing the last of the empty plastic boxes under your bed when you heard her coming. She was nothing you had imagined. Dark long hair and shiny eyes, yes, but taller than you, and skinnier, for sure. She had tight black skinny jeans and a pretty red shirt on, and although she was dressed simple, the way she stood made her look as if she just walked out of a fashion show. But as soon as she noticed you, her whole demeanor changed.

“Oh hey! I nearly didn’t see you, you must be y/n, right?” She was all smiles looking at your small figure barely showing from behind the bed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, hope I didn’t scare you" you finally got up from your hiding spot to confirm that yup, she was definitely taller.

“No you’re alright” she took a step closer with open arms and you allowed yourself to be hugged by a complete stranger “I’m so excited to finally meet you! I’m Alice, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you” you managed to respond through the mane of hair around you and gave a small nudge to her waist to get out of her embrace.

“Oh I’m sorry! Did that made you uncomfortable? I’m a hugger, my friends keep telling me to take it easy but I just never do” She politely took a step back and seemed genuinely concerned about your feelings about that small act of affection.

“It's cool, I’m just not really used to it, I have three older brothers, we spend more time hitting each other than hugging" Alice took a sit on her bed and you did the same on yours, reading her motion to keep talking. “They all go here, well… not all of them, one just graduated actually, but he still lives close by, it’s a family thing I guess.”

“Oh who are them? I might know them or something, I’ve been here for a while and, as I’m sure you just saw, I’m a bit too social for my own good” she kicked her shoes off and made herself more comfortable, and again you mimicked her actions.

“Well the older one is Jin. Seokjin, actually, but I can’t remember the last time someone called him by his full name” you smiled, remembering that the only person he would let actually use his birth given name was your mother. “Then there’s Namjoon and Taehyung, they live together off campus with a couple of their friends” by the time you finished talking Alice had the biggest smile on her face.

“I can’t believe you’re the baby Kim they talk about so much!” At your confused expression, she continued “I’m really close friends with your brothers, my boyfriend introduced me to them last year and they had been a pain in my ass ever since! I don’t remember seeing you at Jin’s graduation though.”

“That’s so weird” you laughed, surprised at how small the world actually was. Or maybe your brothers, contrary to you, were just very social. “I was living abroad when he graduated, actually, and I was coming to surprise him but my flight got delayed and I missed the whole thing, he still gives me hell about it.”

“I can imagine” Alice laughed as well, swinging her body up again and standing by your bed now “I was actually just passing by the dorms to grab a coat and was heading to the boy’s house, you should come, it will be so nice to finally have another girl there” she extended her hand to you “We'll be the best of friends, I can already feel it” at that you grabbed her hand and reciprocated her warm smile.

You were not very sociable, and throughout all your life your closest friends have always been your brother’s friends, you wouldn’t bother changing that now, and it was good to have a girl by your side.

“Yeah sure, can I just take a shower first?”

Namjoon actually texted inviting you to come over when you were already on your way to his place in Alice’s car, so you never bothered answering, assuming you’d just show up in a few minutes anyway.

“I just have to pick my boyfriend up, if that’s alright?” You nodded, not really having any right to oppose, seeing as you were in her car anyway.

“Should I jump to the backseat?” You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt but her hand stopped you.

“It’s alright, really, I texted him before we left and I bet he won’t even look up from his phone when he gets in the car. Plus, you have a better music taste then him and I need you to keep changing songs” the compliment made you feel good and you relaxed in you seat, waiting for the boyfriend to show up.

A couple minutes later the door opened, just as you were looking for the next tune, and a handsome man took his place in the backseat. He had hair darker then Alice’s and although a little intimidating, he wasn’t tall or muscular, just had a certain aura around him. And just like the girl beside you predicted, he didn’t look away from his phone for a second.

“Y/n, this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is baby Kim” at his girlfriend’s voice he finally looked up, a confused look on his face.

“Baby Kim?” His voice was low and controlled, and he had the smallest pout searching for Alice’s eyes through the rearview mirror.

“She’s Joon’s younger sister” she started the car again and as soon as it left the driveway his attention was already gone.

“Oh, cool. Hi.” You assumed he addressed it at you, but his focus was entirely on the small device in his hand again.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just always working this days, I can’t believe I managed to get him out of his apartment today and- Hey! I love that song!” And just like that her attention was gone too. You could see why they worked.

Yoongi actually had the key to the apartment so you just walked right through the entrance of the building and up the elevators, only bothering to make yourselves known when you were already at the front door, ringing the doorbell. Not even you had the keys to your brother’s apartment, so they must be pretty close with this Yoongi guy. Just how much have you lost in the year you spent away? Before you could finish your thoughts, the door opened to review Jimin smiling warmly at the three of you. His expression changed quickly though, when he realized it wasn’t just his friends at the door but also little old you.

“Y/n-ah!” He opened his arms to welcome you “I missed you! Tae didn’t mention you were coming tonight!” You reciprocated the hug gladly.

Jimin is one of your oldest friends as well. He was Taehyung’s best friend since your brother could barely walk, and you all grew up together. With him constantly at your place, it was difficult to not see him as one of your own. He swung with you in his arms left and right before releasing you again.

“Yeah, Joon invited me actually, I just didn’t respond” you admit, passing your fingers through your hair to get it in place.

Yoongi and Alice just walked straight ahead and made themselves comfortable in the living room sofa. Namjoon’s and Taehyung’s place was much nicer than the dorms, that's for sure. It was way bigger as well, even if there were four people living here. You’ve been around a few times before with your mother, but it was clear that the boys made an effort then, seeing as how the place was kind of a mess now. Not dirty or anything, it just had a lot of stuff around. It was a four bedroom apartment, two of those bedrooms being suites. It had a spacious living room with large comfortable couches and a TV that was way too big for the table it was on. There was also a small table that was clearly moved to the side and not used much, and then there was a kitchen, only separated by a counter from the rest of the place. And your favorite part of the place: a large balcony filled with plants and pots and all things green that Namjoon kept.

“Y/n?” You were so caught up looking around that you didn’t realize your brother had left his room to see who arrived.

“Hey Tae, I can see that the getting-your-life-together thing was just an act for mom, uh?” You teased, pointing at the pile of clothing that was clearly his laying in one of the chairs around the small table beside you.

“I didn’t know you were coming today” ignoring the provocation completely, he walked past you into the kitchen “any of you guys want anything?”

“A beer, please, and do you have soda for Yoongi?” Alice turned from her place to see his response and as soon as Tae raised her the can of coke she smiled happily and returned her attention to whatever her boyfriend was showing her on his phone.

“Namjoon hyung should be right back, he went to buy more beer with Hoseok” Taehyung offered you a bottle of beer as well and went to sit on the sofa beside Yoongi. At that, Jimin, who was still by your side, nudged you to follow him and sit as well.

The conversation started flowing and you soon explained that you were actually rooming with Alice. To that, Taehyung offered his condolences to your new girl friend and earned himself a good old smack on the neck from you. Yoongi didn’t talk much, but whenever he opened his mouth it was to roast one of the other younger boys, and for that you were already very much a fan of him. Alice seemed at ease and both Jimin and Tae called her 'noona', showing how much they really cared for her. You were still a little bit shy, not knowing how to behave being around so many people your age again, seeing as you had spent the last year of your life mostly with really nice old ladies, volunteering at an organization in Dublin, but the change of pace seemed nice, and you were excited for the college experience, specially if it meant having friends like these around.

The door opened again a while later to reveal Namjoon, Hoseok and Jin carrying multiple bags of groceries, mostly filled with booze, you guessed. They didn’t notice you there at first, but as soon as Jin did, you were instantly smashed by the weight of him on top of you.

“Y/n-nie I missed you so much” he squeezed your head in a suffocating way.

“You saw me a week ago, please, I can’t breathe” you struggled and he released you from his deathly grip.

“That’s too much time to be away from my baby sister” he stated matter of factly and went back to the kitchen to help Hoseok, while you, once again, tried to tame the mess he made on your hair.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming” Namjoon took his place beside you, handing you another bottle of beer when he noticed yours was empty.

“I was already on my way here when you texted, my roommate is Alice” you clinked bottles with him as you have done many times before and took a sip, while he scanned the room to find Alice already smiling reassuringly back at him.

“Well, that’s a coincidence” Hoseok took his sit on the floor in front of you and smiled. He had helped you unload your boxes earlier with Namjoon and you were already so very fond of his heart shaped smile.

The night went by quickly, with you getting adjusted to the new dynamics. You learned that Hoseok and Jimin were both dance majors, and that’s how the four of them ended up living together. You also learned that Yoongi was a music major and worked at the campus’ official radio station, so you'd better get used to hearing his voice through the speakers wherever you were. Alice was a psychology major and, although you already knew your brother’s study fields, it was different hearing Tae complain about his art history professor in such colorful words that he obviously kept from your mother, and Joon candidly reciting books by heart at the most random times, you could only hope to take literature as serious as he did. Jin made you all dinner, but of course you all had to promise to swing by his cafe the next morning before classes start to repay him. Finally, you learned that there was still a piece missing, some dude called Jungkook that was apparently the same age as you, but a year ahead in college, seeing as you took a gap year. He was still moving in and that’s why he never came, but if he was half as cool as the people around you, you’d be just fine.

The next morning you woke up with time to spare. Alice was already up and showered when you left your room, witch you appreciated, as you now had the bathroom all to yourself. You washed your hair and got dressed in the outfit you had planned almost a week prior. As you were applying a bit of make up, Alice entered the room and gave you a cup of coffee she had just made, and you were a thousand times happier with the roommate you were assigned. Both of you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door to pass by Jin’s coffee shop for a nice morning treat as promised.

It was a short walk but it still took you a while to finally enter the place, as it was packed with anxious young adults heading to their first day of classes. As soon as Jin spotted you both, though, he pointed at a couple of free seats he saved for you at the counter and made a motion with his hands asking you to wait a second for him. You had had your coffee already, so when Jin brought two plates of toast you were amazed at how well your brother could read your mind.

“Jin oppa, can you get me a couple of muffins, I’ll drop them at the studio on my way to class” Alice asked nicely when Jin finally caught a break and he promptly found the two prettiest blueberry muffins for her to take “I’ll get going so I can feed Yoongi one of these, see you later, Y/n! Thanks again Jin!” Blowing a kiss at the both of you, Alice went on her way.

You took a look at your phone and realized you had fifteen minutes to get to class, more than enough time, sure, but you still wanted to get there early and find yourself a good seat, as Namjoon had told you creative writing was one of the hardest to get a good place. You waved your brother goodbye and just as you were leaving, it happened:

Out of nowhere, this tall dude ran into you as if you were nothing, spilling the dark coffee he was carrying all over you. He cursed -not at you, he didn’t even look at you-, and just kept walking, no apologies, no looking back. He just left. Your white shirt and your pants were ruined and you definitely didn’t have time to go back to the dorms and change. Facing the facts, you would spend your first day of college with stained clothes, but you swore to yourself that you would find out who that boy was and, when you did, you would make him pay.

> A/N | It's simple and cliché, I know, but give it a chance, I promise it gets better! Have a nice day, wherever and whoever you are :)

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