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lemonyko0 · 2 years ago

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Mr. Jeon: Jealousy

“You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.” I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything."

» genre: angst! smut, fluff at the absolute very end (unless simping counts in which case, plenty)

» word count: 5.7k

» description: teacher x student, voyeurism, almost cuckold but not really ... just read i can't think of a term for this. two members ;)

Part 3 | Masterpost

jungkook’s pov

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. If only I had any ounce of self control I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. if only i was as smart as i thought myself to be.

My eyes scan over her name in my phone.

How can someone be so trusting?

It’s not even that she doesn't know, she seems not to care at all. Each conversation with her is a testament to that. I’ve spent the entire weekend texting her. Never initiating anything myself, I really ought to remind her of my no spam rule, but i think it to be cute, and necessary, that she's this obsessed.

jk: what if i am just using you?

y/n: i just like having your attention. you can do whatever as long as you don't leave me.

jk: and if i left you?

This leaves her typing for quite some time. I can see she's deleting what she's typing and trying over and over again before she finally sends her response.

y/n: don't warn me. just go and never come back.

y/n: i hate being teased like that.

The conversation flatlines soon after, leaving her on read and not being bothered to continue the conversation. She’s got class early anyway, I'm doing her a favor by at least leaving her be for the night.

My shoes click against the tile floors as I head into the school, pushing past the wooden doors to be met with silent halls.

In silence like this you can't help but wander. ask yourself questions like how you ended up here. I never considered myself to be a very deep individual. In fact, I always believed humans were never as fathomless as they believed themselves to be.

It was simple. I became a teacher because my mother was one, and I loved my mother. I saw the joy it gave her, and I chased after her and her life by following in her footsteps while my elder brother followed in my fathers. my parents had favorites, as all do. you're always inclined to love the things that love you back.

I've never asked myself the question if I was ever, genuinely happy in my decision to teach. and now i feel as if it's an unfair question entirely. What qualifies a person to be happy? I lost my mother after my second year teaching at my university job. I always associated her with teaching. Could I ever truly love something, after losing the very reason I started it?

Once my mother was gone I coped much better than anyone thought I would. i'm not sure what they expected, but the sympathetic stares and dinner invitations went stale very quickly, and I left my job and hometown as soon as I found another, even higher paying, job at a different school.

No one here knows anything about my past. They only know what I tell them, and I’ve enjoyed my time here. The people are kind, they don't pry, they invite each other to drinks, dinners, discuss their marriages, families, the economy, and so on.

One man has always stood out to me. He's young for a teacher, like myself. He must be incredibly smart as everyone praises him and holds him in high regards. The staff refer to him almost constantly when struggling with concepts, the subject never mattered.

He was tall, dark hair, wore glasses, dressed average, never attracted attention to himself, and yet he always had it. He looked at me as if he saw through me. I hated it. And it felt like he knew that, too.

I began to see him more and more as the months went on, until it became almost guaranteed that I'd see him when passing through the foreign language wing.

And today was no exception to that.

“Ah, you again.” He grins widely at the sight of me, coffee in one hand and his leather folder in the other, settled underneath his arm.

I force a grin, “It’s me, again.” I stop in front of him in the hall, “Good morning, namjoon.”

He bows his head slightly, looking at me through the top of his black rimmed glasses with a smirk, “good morning to you too jungkook.”

I clear my throat and sigh, “I suppose we have some things to discuss.”

He lingers purposefully, making me uncomfortable with his silence, and I hate to admit it works. “We do.” He extends an arm into the dark room behind me, “If you don't mind.” I turn on my heels and head into the room, watching him set his things down at his desk before opening the blinds to allow a small amount of light to creep into the room, “I'm quite prone to headaches, I don't so much enjoy unnatural light. i find it too harsh.”

I mentally roll my eyes at his behavior, but keep my composure, simply exhaling as I stare at him, “can we stop with the theatrics and you just tell me what you have in mind?”

He ignores me and continues to stare out the window and play with the blinds, before meandering back towards his desk and sitting down with a laugh, “Pretty bold statement considering you're at my mercy. Your entire reputation as an educator on the line. A little harsh, don't you think?”

I shrug, “I'd simply like to handle this already. I figured if your intention was to ruin me, you'd've made a case already.”

He spins slowly side to side in his seat, twirling a pen around his hand, “Who’s to say I don't have one tucked away in my desk?” he chuckles, “I wouldn't put anything past me.”

“Do you?” I ask.

He hums, “I might.” a smile tugs at his lips and he leans forward on his desk, “Have a seat, please.” he watches me intently as I reluctantly sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. He curls his bottom lip and his brows furrow before opening his mouth, “I can't comprehend why a man like you would entertain a relationship with a student.”

He's practically laughing at me, I suppose he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does, “I’m not in a relationship with her.”

He peaks at my response, “You’re not? What would you say your relationship with her would be labeled as?”

I hold my tongue, racking my brain for any mild way to put this, and fail to find one, “Well you clearly know what we did last week, call that what you may.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, strange how I found out though don't you think? All you'd have to do was close the door. I would have walked right past your room, but you didn't.”

I shrug, “I didn't think things would escalate to that.” Lying straight through my teeth.

He nods, “Well you're lucky I’ve always considered us very similar individuals.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirks, “You think you're doing something original? There’s always one, jungkook.” I sigh, not entertained, I didn't come to be reprimanded for my actions like a child. “You’re playing it wrong, all too dangerously.”

I finally let out the sarcastic laugh I’ve been holding in, “please tell me how to ‘play the game’ correctly.”

“Well for starters, I'd like to say it's normal for a man to feel this way, despite any age gaps. So long as she's over the age of consent of course.”

I wince at the thought, “of course she is.”

“Yes of course, and we as educators see hundreds of people a day, thousands a year, and hardly any of them outside of our wall of profession, be it students or teachers. So the likely chance that someone catches your eye and isn't one of those, is slim. The sad reality is so, the more married to your work, the closer you marry your work.” He chuckles at his own joke. “So all i ask from you is three things.”

I sat up in my seat, “please go on, i haven't got all day.”

He nods, “I can't sit here and tell a grown man what to do, but you cannot be so careless. If you're intent on keeping her around, don't interact with each other while you're at work. It’d be one thing if she was simply a student here and not yours, you could just argue you met in other circumstances. But luckily the semester ends soon, until then you can’t waver the professional line.”

“She already knows this.”

“Good, secondly, on the chance you do get caught, I’ve never known anything about this.”

I laugh, “I figured.”

“I've taken it upon myself to look into your personal life, and I'm not fond of blackmail, but consequences to meet these requirements will result in unfavorable things for you.”

“Mhm, wouldn’t want to jeopardize your spotless record.”

He smiles, “Glad we understand each other, and lastly, I want to talk to her.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You want to talk to her?”I shake my head in disbelief, the hoops he’s making me jump through, “Just the two of you? I’m not sure she’ll agree to that.”

He shrugs and heads towards the door, “I don’t care if you’re there or not, it won’t change anything that I do, whether you’re watching or not.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, acting like this purposefully to get under my skin. I’m not a fool, I know what he’s planning to do.

I go throughout the rest of the day lost in my own thoughts, and when the final bell tolls I slouch back in my seat. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?”

I call out to her as she passes my desk and heads for the door. She looks surprised and turns around, “Yes Mr. Jeon?”

I lean forward on my desk, resting my forearms on it as I look around, waiting for the classroom to clear out before glancing back up at her, “Do you have plans tonight?”

She ticks her head to the side, “No, I don’t.”

I nod and sigh, “Okay good, I have someone that wants to meet you.”

“Who?” She asks, puzzled.

I sigh, unsure how much information I can actually trust her with. If I tell her what I’ve gotten myself into she’ll have no reason to go. It’s solely beneficial to me, and if she isn’t interested in seeing another man then that puts me in the worst possible position.

I grin and look up at her, “It’s a surprise. Wear something cute.”

She nods slowly and takes a step away before stopping, “W-where are we going?”

“I’ll pick you up at the bus stop near your house at 10.”

With the details all sorted to her liking she skips off happily to her last class of the day.

I take one last breath before she opens the car door, sitting down and looking at me with a large grin, “Hi.”

I smile back at her, trying not to show my nervousness, “Hi baby.”

She sits back in her seat and blushes as she clicks her seatbelt on, “Are we going to your house?”

I shake my head, “Our guest decided on the location, it's about a half hour away.”

She hums, “That’s kind of far.”

I nod and begin driving, “I know, do your parents know you’re gone?”

She glances at my side profile then looks out the window, “I don’t know.”

I chuckle, “You don’t know? You still live with them don’t you?” She nods silently, and I rack my brain for any thought or memory of ever having seen or met her parents but to no avail. “Are they away a lot?” She shakes her head, clearly not a fan of talking about this but now I'm interested. “Do they not pay much attention to you?”

She chuckles so quietly I almost miss it over the humming of the engine. “You could say that.”

She stays silent the rest of the ride. I had predicted a relatively interrogative ride to the hotel but our conversation at the beginning had put her in some kind of mood.

A few blocks away and already into the city I try to lighten her mood.

I place my hand on her thigh and she falls out of her trance to stare at me for a moment, but quickly falls back into it.

I mentally sigh, wishing it would have been that easy, “Baby.” I call out to her, she looks to me and responds quietly, “You look very pretty. I think our guest will agree.”

She grins and takes the hand I placed into hers and plays with my fingers, “You think?

I grin, eyes on the road, “I think he’d be an idiot not to.”

“So it's a he?”

I hum, “What do you think about that?”

Her lips tug, “Nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” I tick my head.

“Because you're nervous.”

I glance at her then immediately back to the road, “Don't worry about me. We’ll see when we get there.” I pull into the parking of the familiar hotel. I ought to have predicted he'd choose something more opulent like this. He’s always given me “daddy’s money” vibes. Not that his salary couldn't support this as well.

“Woah is this where we’re going?”

I park the car and nod, “Yes, follow me.”

We walk past the automatic doors in the front, revealing a gold and white interior to the building's monotone exterior. I had gotten a text a few hours earlier of a room number, the lady at the desk only looking up from her book for a moment before turning around in her seat.

The elevator ride was also silent, but I can feel her body heat she’s so close to me.

“Come here.” I extend my arm to her and she latches onto it as the elevator dings and I search for the room.

As soon as I find it I knock on the door. I feel her grip on me tighten and the door opens in front of us to reveal the same man I had talked to earlier that day.

Your POV

“Ah, hello y/n.” a man grins at me, ignoring jungkook and extending his hand outwards towards me. “I'm Namjoon, or Mr.Kim.”

I looked from him to Jungkook, and he nods to me so I let my hand become engulfed in his. I don't step away from Jungkook for a second as we enter the hotel room. I have a weird gut feeling but I also have faith that Jungkook would never put me in danger. I’d do anything for him, and if this is a test I know I’ll pass.

Namjoon walks to a table by the window where a glass jar of liquor sits and some shot glasses, “Jungkook?” he offers.

He laughs, sitting us both on a large bed in the center of the room, “You first.”

He smiles at him, “You’re sharper than I thought.” He downs a shot, refills it then hands it to Jungkook as he pours another.

Namjoon then stands with the glass in his hand and meanders towards me, sitting beside me and leaning rather close, to a point where I could smell the cologne. I don't know what scent that is, but it smells like he’s got money.

“Would you like to try it, dear?”

I stare at him and Jungkook speaks up from behind me, “Only do it if you want to, baby.”

Namjoon glances at him with hooded eyes then back to me with a small grin, “Of course, you should never do anything you don't want to.”

I gulp and let go of Jungkook’s arm, taking the small glass with two hands before drinking it.

My face immediately winces like I had eaten an entire lemon and I stick my tongue out. “bleh.”

They both chuckle at my reaction, “First time?” someone asks and I nod, never having drank before.

It settles on my tongue and I find the aftertaste quite nice. “That's not that bad actually.” I say but a displeased expression is still present on my face.

“Here.” Namjoon hands me a water. “Drink this after, as a chaser.”

I untwist the bottle and take a sip, “Is that what you call what you drink after alcohol?”

He grins, “Yes it is, you are a quick learner aren’t you.” I smile up at him and he leans closer, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear and staring at my lips.

This reeks of trouble, but I know Jungkook is beside me. Surely we wouldn't be here if he wasn't in on whatever is happening, right?

Worried nonetheless I pull back and turn to look at him, who’s already staring at me with an unamused face. “W-what's going on?” I ask him.

“Don't be so dense, baby. I think Namjoon is interested in teaching you as well.”

My eyes widen and I grab onto him, “But y-you’re okay with this? Do you want me to do this?”

He grins, “Why would I bring you here if I wasn't? Do what you want baby.”

“I want you.” I insist. I don’t so much care for the other guy. Unless I’m explicitly told to entertain him, I’m not interested, and frankly a little embarrassed.

He stares at me speechlessly, then looks towards Namjoon. “You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.”

I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything!”

He bites his lip before speaking to me again, “Even if I told you to let him have you?”

I frown at him, more confused than anything, he told me only a few days ago I was not to have boyfriends or let anyone else touch me, and now he's asking me to do exactly that? “W-why-”

“No why. It's a yes or no question, y/n. Would you?��

I nod determined, “Yes, i-if that's what you want.”

“It is. Now stop staring at me.” He rises from the bed and walks over to the liquor, pouring himself a shot and taking it before sitting in a seat in the corner of the room.

Namjoon crawls in front of me, “Just like he said gorgeous, look at me.” I do as told, committing to the idea that this is what he wants and I want it too.

“W-what are we going to do?” I ask him, still feeling my knowledge on the topic of intimacy is still growing.

He smiles, leaning in so close his nose almost touches mine, “Whatever you'll let me.” He closes the gap and presses his lips onto mine, leaning me downwards until my head hits the pillows. He licks at my lips and a hand comes up to my jaw, massaging it and I knowingly let my mouth fall open and he kisses me with tongue.

I can't remember doing this before, and he grins as if it's obvious, “So cute.”

My cheeks heat all the same, and he kisses me more feverently, his large hands sliding everywhere on my body until one slides into the top of my dress and over my boob, lightly pinching my nipple and causing my back to arch into him.

"Baby likes that huh?” I look at him, my lip gloss reflecting on his lips as well and I hum.“Where else do you like being touched, kitten?”

The nickname confuses me but I answer him the same I’d answer Jungkook. I grab his other hand as he continues to flick at my nub with the other, and lead it down to my very lower stomach, “h-here feels good too.”

He sucks at the skin on my neck rather harshly than Jungkook does and I wince. “This part?” He asks, his hand applying pressure where I put him but that wasn't right.

I shake my head, “no.”

He smiles and bites at my ear, “Then, where?”

I whimper and push his hand further down to my naughty bits, “h-here.”

He hums and adjusts his hand directly over my good spot, pressing his fingers up and down my underwear, “Right here, you said?”

I moan and my body squirms, “y-yeah there.”

He persists, focusing on my chest and his other hand moving up and down until he pauses, removing both hands and pulling my dress up to my waist, completely revealing my lower half.

“Lift your hips baby.” He grabs onto my underwear and takes them off. He then turns to Jungkook, amusedly sat twirling liquid around in a glass, and hands him the garment, “here, it's yours, really.”

He looks up at him sharply, and ignores his gesture. Namjoon chuckles, “Your loss.” He then turns back to me, both hands on either of my knees as he widens my legs, “Wonder why he’s so upset?” He dips his head down between my thighs and my brows furrow, until I feel what must be his tongue. Licking multiple stripes before a finger flicks at the super sensitive part of me in a pattern.The feeling both new and overwhelming has me gasping and the bedsheets crumpling beneath my hands. “Oh f-fuck!”

“What is it baby?” He laughs, quickly resuming.

“F-feels really good.”

He leans his head against my thigh, “Has Jungkook never done this for you?”

I shake my head, glancing at him whose eyes haven't left us, “N-no.”

He grins, “Well that's okay, not every man can do this. Only the good ones.”

I whimper as he continues to touch me, “h-he’s really good.”

“Is he?” I nod, choking on my words. He smirks, “Ask him to try then. You can tell us who's better.”

I look over at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of his seat. “Jungkookie?” I call out to him, “C-can you? Please?”

He twitches in his seat, “You don't seem to need my help baby. She's easy, she’ll come just like this if you let her.”

Namjoon laps at my area rather viciously and I moan out as he pulls back and chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell. Such a sensitive girl.” He coos, pushing a finger in lightly at my entrance and I try to push back the noises in my throat but I fail miserably. “Oh you like that, don't you?” He pushes a finger in all the way and begins to pump it in and out of me, lightly curling his finger.

I shake my head vigorously, “y-yeah, Jungkook taught me.”

He adds a finger and moves faster, “Did he? Did you come on his fingers?”

I nod again, “Y-yes, fuck.” My back arches and it's as if he predicted it, I feel the familiar tightening and burning sensation in my lower stomach, like I’m gonna pee.

He pulls his hand away completely and laughs at me, “Can't have you finishing that easily, can we? It’ll ruin the fun.”

I pout. “I-i was close, please-”

“Why would I let you finish when you’ve barely touched me? Doesn't seem fair does it y/n?”

I shake my head, “No. That's not fair.”

He grins, sliding his bottoms off and completely exposing himself to me. “So baby, what can you do?”

I stare at his dick, very different from Jungkook’s. I guess it never occurred to me they wouldn't all be the same. He's definitely longer but not larger, if that makes sense. “I-i can use my mouth, or my…”

I gesture at the area he left unfinished and he grins, “Do you know that word?”

I shake my head, “Only the medical term, i guess.”

He grins, “Your pussy?”

I wince, not liking that word, and he laughs, “don't like that word?” I shake my head. “Well, you can decide if you'd rather use that or your mouth.”

I'm unsure of the right choice here. Jungkook always tells me what he wants. “What do you want?” I ask him, scooting closer.

He smiles and grips the bottom of my dress, “arms up.” He slides the fabric off of me easily, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He ogled my chest before answering, “Why don't you ride me?”

“Ride, you?”

He nods, leaning against the bed frame and stroking his member with his own hand, “Haven't done that either?” He laughs, “Must be a pretty shit teacher to skip all the fun parts.”

I ignore his comment to Jungkook and simply ask, “H-how do I do that?”

“Come here, like you're going to sit in my lap but don't sit yet.”

I do as told, uncomfortably hovering above his hand that's holding his dick, “okay, now-”

“Now replace my hand.” I do as best I can. “Now sit on it, put it inside you baby.”

I look him in the eyes and he nods, encouraging me to do it. I cautiously sink onto his length, only getting what seems to be a third of the way until it begins to burn a little, then halfway I had to stop. “Ow, fuck.”

He massages my back and hums, “It's alright baby, take your time, you're doing well.”

I slowly sink more and more, my legs growing quickly tired until I collapse down and shove himself in the rest of the way and I cry out.

He moans in my ear and grabs at my ass. “God baby, so fucking tight aren't you?”

“Hurts.” I pout.

He chuckles, “A lot of girls would kill to sleep with a guy like me, you’ll learn to like it. Pain feels good doesn't it baby?”

I take some breaths and it starts to feel much better, I nod my head and he chuckles, “Lean into me, let me help.”

I do as told and he begins to push in and out of me, thrusting harshly but keeping most of himself inside of me. I can feel myself growing hotter, feeling how deep inside of me he reaches and rubs against my walls.

I whimper and bite at his neck as a distraction but this seems to encourage him, thrusting harder and faster and I yelp.

He groans and halts suddenly, flipping us around to where I’m on my back and he’s between my legs, “Fuck if this is how you feel now I can't imagine how you felt your first time.”

I don't know what he means but he doesn't give me any time to ponder his words as he fucks into me aggressively.

I mumble incoherent things as he groans beside my ear, “Gripping onto me so tight, so fucking wet too, just like a whore, got another man watching me fuck you and everything.” He whispers and chuckles, “Tell me, is he watching you get fucked?”

I force my eyes open for a moment and glance at where Jungkook is, staring off at the ground. “N-no.” I mewl.

He growls, “Can’t stand to see it can he? His baby with another guys dick in her?” He laughs, “I know I’d be pissed.”

He continues to thrust into me, one arm balancing himself and the other reaches down to my sensitive area. He begins to rub and flick at it and my back arches as I moan loud.

He cusses in response to my walls tightening erratically, before he moans loudly and stills inside of me. “Fuck.”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, and aiming his member towards me as he paints my face and stomach white.

It surprises me and I close my eyes until I feel him lay next to me.

I slowly open them back up and glance around, Jungkook looks away as soon as my eyes meet his, and Namjoon rests beside me with his eyes closed and an arm across his forehead.

He's the first to speak, “Don't you know what to do?”

I shake my head and he chuckles, “Well I’d tell you but I’m not your teacher.” He stands and begins redressing himself. He walks to the bathroom for a moment and fixes his hair before digging into his pockets for a card. “I have the room until 11am tomorrow, do with it what you will.” He grins and tosses it at Jungkook before walking out of the room.

The entire thing happens too fast for me to catch up and it leaves me puzzled.

I look at Jungkook who’s still avoiding eye contact. “Jungkook?” He hums. “What do I do?”

He sighs, “Either grab a wet towel or take a shower.”

I nod and slide off the bed and head into the bathroom. I look around, only a hand towel was out so I grab that, wet it and begin to wipe the white substance off of me.

Once I think I have it all I head back out and stand in front of Jungkook, covering myself best I could, “d-did I get it all?”

His eyes slide over me darkly, looking me up and down before settling on my face, “missed a spot, on your cheek.”

I turn around and wipe at my cheek, “did i get it?”

He nods, and I continue to stand there. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed.”

I frown, “b-but, I’m not finished.”

He looks at me confused, “Not finished?”

I shake my head, “n-need you to touch me.”

He exhales and chuckles, “You didn't get to finish did you baby?”

I pout, “No, didn't let me.”

“Aw.” He coos, getting up from his seat. “Talked all that shit and he left you unfinished? Not much of a man after all, I guess.”

I agree and let him back me up to the bed. “w-will you, please?”

He grins down at me, “I can't say no to your begging, y/n.”

I smile and pull the back of his neck in for a kiss, which he only lets me have for a moment, “Face the bed.” I frown, wanting to kiss him more but I do as I’m told, “Get on it, stay on your knees and put your elbows on the bed.”

The position is weird to me but exposes me perfectly to him. What I can't see is the large grin across his face.

“So pretty baby, do you know how pretty you are?”

I hum contently and feel his slick tongue against my folds. “Still wet too, but not as wet as I get you.”

I shake my head, “You’re much better. He was too mean, too hard.”

He coos, circling a finger against my hole, “At least now you know what other men are like. He’s the epitome of every guy your age.”

“What do you me-” I’m cut off by two of his fingers sliding in at a delicious angle, and pulling them back out slowly, scissoring them before dipping them back in. “God Jungkook.”

He smiles as he watches me, “No one can worship you like me baby. They can't make you feel this good.”

I nod, “F-feel so good.”

He hums, picking up the pace, “I’m sure it does baby.”

It doesn't take but a minute more of his work until the feeling comes back, and he notices the way I tighten around his fingers so he adds a third and his tongue.

“Fuck Jungkook.” I whimper. “T-too much too much.”

“You can take it baby, let it go.”

Only a few seconds more of his relentless actions and I’m cumming against him, hard.

My body easily falls limp and I curl myself up in the sheets, feeling exhausted and worn out.

Jungkook disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, then he reappears beside me, towel in hand as he uncovers my lower half and wipes at my area. I whine and try to move him away, “let me y/n.” I snuggle into his leg and relent, allowing him to touch me until he stops, “I have your clothes, do you want to put them back on?”

I shake my head, not wanting to move another muscle until I at least get a good nap in.

Jungkook begins to stand again but I tug on his arm, “Stay with me, please.”

He sighs, “Let me take you home baby.”

“Why? So I can be alone again?” I snap at him, feeling emotional and tired. “I'm so fucking tired of being left.” I whisper, muffled against the pillows.

He pauses for a moment before walking away. I sigh, letting my body go limp against the bed. I shouldn't have put that onto him, or let myself think he has any reason to stay.

The lights shut off and he shuffles back into the bed beside me, not settling until he hands me something, “put this on please, you’ll get cold like that.”

It registers in my tired brain that he's handing me his shirt, and I look over at him, shirtless and barely in view due to the dark room. The only light from the barely covered window’s city lights, and I feel as if I’m about to burst into tears.

“a-are we staying here?”

He nods, also seeming rather tired, “Yes baby, all night.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek and I turn my back to him, wiping it away before sliding the shirt on.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, he pulls me close, his chest pressed against my back and he inhales my strawberry shampoo. “Thank you.”

I hum, “why are you thanking me? I really should be thanking you, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “You don't deserve anything happening to you. Including me.

I chuckle, “I know.”

He exhales, “I don't mean it like that, baby. I mean you're better than all of this.”

I let a silence settle around us. My brain runs circles around the question I know I shouldn't ask. “I want to say something but I’m afraid it'll scare you.”

He pulls me closer, “You couldn't scare me if you tried.”

I smile, “Do you think we could've had a real shot, if we had met under different circumstances?”

He pauses, “I do.” He kisses my shoulder and mumbled something about how I should go to sleep, but I was already halfway there, and soon after I am comfortably curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully against his chest above the city lights. and for once I feel wanted.

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Sigh. Debating to give this story more depth or just leave it as smut. Anyway hope u enjoyed, check out my other stuff, yada yada masterlist yeah. Thank you for reading and have a peaceful day! - ara <3

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whysojiminimnida · 3 years ago

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Dear YSJ,

I think we can all agree that as a collective…we all need a fucking drink after all that. First off, what an incredible concert and what a joyful night…only BTS can do something like this - only they can lift my spirit this way. Secondly, JK and JM were WILD AF today - both individually and together. Louder than they usually are and that’s a lot. For now, my favourite little jikook moment is when JM went to bump up against JK, but JK was ready to catch his jiminie bridal style…gave me heart palpitations.

All that aside, I love and respect these men so much…each and everyone of them. You truly would not have known JK just recovered from COVID with the way he performed and Jin absolutely smashed the entire night - if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was still wearing his (outfit coordinated) cast and sat a couple of times, I would not have suspected a thing. Consummate professionals. You could truly feel al the members’ excitement, joy and relief to be on stage again and with an audience that could be as loud as they fucking wanted. The energy in that stadium must have been fucking addictive. Also, Joon throwing shade at the grammys gave me LIFE; “I know there’s a lot of noise out there about grammys, why give a shit about it?” Absolute king shit💅🏼😎

Okay, I’m gonna see if I can hold out for a (possible?) vlive cause I’ve been awake for almost 24 hours…I’m gonna leave you with the wise words of our fantastic leader: “let the haters hate, let the lovers love.”♥️🎉🌈

They are indeed the cutest. JeiKei just out there running on his backbrain like "here comes a Jiminie better pick him up" and his natural reflexes kicked in, meanwhile his Jiminie like "baby we working it's a bro bump" I LIVED AND DIED it was GLORIOUS.

You're right, it's been quite a Day One in the Jeon-Park household. I can't wait to see what else they're gonna get up to. And if that really is an eclipse tattoo that covered up Koo's tiger WELL.

#thanks @chimchiminie98 #jikook #jeon park house elves how we doin #jeon parks just jeonparking nbd #jikook just jikooking nbd #jikook jikook they jikooked they out here jikooking the jikookery #bro taps and hip bumps #jimin #jungkook #kookmin #also a whole park jimin exists #and a jeon jungkook #jmjk #jkjm #mingguk

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kanmom51 · 3 years ago

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I don't do this often BUT damn this Jungkook cover of Hate Everything. Good god!! It sounds RAW, it's that good.

Also, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry if I'm overstepping boundaries or whatever but you can't just tell me that it isn't somehow related to this situation with Jimin. Like he can't even go and visit him no matter how much he wants to and we all know how much Jungkook cares about Jimin. So, this situation would have already been hard but add to that he's not even able be by his side has got to hurt.

I respect their individualities and everything and I get it that not everything has to be about the "ship". But, common this is so obvious!!! Like no he didn't specify anything but I have such a strong feeling that this is related to Jimin.

Ask 2:

JK's cover of Hate Everything. Right before the release of his OST. With Jimin at the hospital. This specific verse. I'm sorry if I sound crazy but I don't believe in coincidences with this man. His voice is crystal clear, he's so transparent and brave and strong.

Ask 3:

He’s such a sap for sad music ❤️ I’m still bummed over Jimin so idk if it makes me feel better or worse lol

Ask 4:

I’m shaking kanmom I’m honestly shaking. JKs cover timing hate everything is telling. His world got turned upside down and he’s going through it and he doesn’t care, he’s letting us all know he’s going through it. I have no doubt it’s about Jimin, the rain lyric, the timing but the rest of the lyrics Sound like regret. maybe Jikook weren’t together when this happened to Jm now he’s regretting & losing his shit. No way the song is for someone else. Jk wouldn’t post this for another while JMs hurt

Ask 5:

Have you seen JK's recent post on Instagram, his cover of Hate Everything by Golden? (It kind of created a huge thing on twitter, since apparently, it was one of JM's favorites songs in 2020.) I have checked the lyrics. I am absolutely not saying that this song is confirming a break-up (because most people reading the lyrics, especially insecure jkks could probably take it that way, so I'd rather be clear about that) but it does say a lot about JK's state of mind right now. Since the song is about feeling powerless, which could apply to JK's situation right now, with JM being at the hospital and visits not allowed because of Covid...Armys, people who don't know directly Jimin but admire him and love him too, are already very much going insane (I mean I just have to search for Jimin on Twitter and every other posts has some sort of prayer for him and wish for him to get well.) so I can't imagine what it would feel like for his parents, his brother, and the members. It must be very difficult to feel like that.Especially when we know that BTS tends to be hovering and caring with each other to a difficult degree to attain for an average-western person.I hope he's doing okay right now.

I added these all together into one, because I feel you all have something to say, but I will answer you all at once.

Omg, that song, JK's singing, raw, emotional, beautiful and heart breaking.

You know, JK loves to cover sad ballads, it’s a thing he’s done many times in the past. Some he may cover because he just likes them, well him and at times because JM likes them (he could too, but I’m gonna chalk it to JM, sue me).

And then there are those that he has a special emotional connection to: Only then, All of my life, for example.

So, JK covering Hate everything, it most certainly can be a coincidence, singing a song reflecting frustration and hardship at feeling powerless, especially at this point of time, when JM is hospitalized and JK is, in fact powerless.

Do I think it to be a coincidence though? Sorry, not this time.

And yes, I do think he's singing his feelings.

JK is powerless and he hates it. This is a boy that needs to be in control, be on top of things, and the person he loves more than anything is suffering and he can do absolutely nothing about it.

JM was really ill, JK couldn’t be there for him. The person he loves, cares for most, the one he is always overprotective with, the one he was willing to have at it with Suga because he hit him with a badminton ball.

Said person is hurting and JK can’t do a thing about it. JM, the person JK just senses might have a sore neck and his hand is there to release the tension. JK, the person that is attuned to JM’s every move, every ache, every fall.

The person that runs to pick him up if he falls. And now, he can’t do a goddamn thing.

So, yes he’s feeling guilty and angry and sad and frustrated.

He can’t even go see JM. Sit by his side, hold his hand, comfort him. Nothing.

And what better word come to mind as “I hate everything”? Because, my guess would be that that’s probably what he’s feeling right now.

Now to tackle the asks in my box I will not answer, but want to put them to rest once and for all:

NO THIS IS NOT A BREAKUP SONG.

JK has not broken up with Tae - you cannot break up with someone you were never with to start with.

JK has not broken up with JM - think logically people. If there was a break up, it would have been prior to JM’s hospitalisation. A day prior JK posts cute doggie pics. He goes radio silent for days after JM being admitted to hospital, and then posts this cover hours after JM posts on Weverse letting us know he’s on the road to recovery. No, it’s not about a break up. It’s about the helplessness of being powerless and going at it alone.

One line. Take that line out and you have JK’s raw feelings. Wanting to turn back time (maybe he could have done something differently, maybe he would have noticed something, maybe if he was there with JM when it all went down), wanting to have the person he loves by his side, hating having to be strong, feeling powerless, hating everything at the moment. Every single thing we talked about, every single emotion we speculated JK would be feeling right now.

#ask #anon

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kazuza-art · 2 years ago

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Well I would start there that one has to define why a ship is better than another ship (like no reason writing into stone or anything, it's all a matter of personal point of view). To me a ship must be entertaining to read. That's why I do think Grindeldore is more interesting than Harrydore even if it is not a healthy pairing at all.

Healthy pairing, like time-traveling Harrydore (I love that pairing, just to make that clear XD) are awesome but boring. Honestly what makes a fic (and a pairing) in my opinion riveting is the angst, the tension. Like you said in your previous post Harrydore is very healthy and good and I agree with all your argument for it (most of them anyway XD) But they only make an interesting read because of the time traveling in the middle of the war aspect and the presence of Grindelwald in the background. It gives nice tension and very interesting character growth. But at the end, I just want to take them both, cuddle them and put them in a house when they can live their happily ever after and move on.

Grindeldore is, canon, even with the inconsistency. Honestly I don't really care about those anyway, cause it has been more than ten years between JK imagining this pairing and then really thinking about it, so of course a writer's point of view would evolve. And there is enough blank everywhere for people to built their own view of the pairing while staying within the canon area.

Grindelwald is a bad person, who did terribly bad things. But he's shown at the end of the HP books being able to reflect on his action and to some level to regret it. Contrary to V who is the basic psychopath, he shows capacity for regrets and some level of care for the wizard kind, at last. That doesn't make him a good person at any level, but that makes him deep, dark grey and interesting.

Albus' belief shifts opposite to Grindelwald... or not really. He still believes in the concept of the greater good (apply it on Harry even tho he loves him so so much.) He still despises order and government. Albus Dumbledore is an agent of chaos, basically. The only point they truly disagree on is the violence. Grindelwald is unhinged and racist. Dumbledore is not. They are both, powerful and intelligent beyond their peers, egocentric and power attracted. There a reason why they sparked so hard as teenagers together.

(I want to point out I disagree that Gellert taking Albus away from his sibling was a bad thing necessarily. It's why Albus came to realize that his family was that important to him in the first place. But also I blame Albus mother hard for her choice about Ariana and the pressure she put on her older son. No sibling should have to give up their life and dream in order to look for the rest of his bro and sis. Parents choose to have kids and should be able to take care of all of them. I always find terrible people blaming baby albus for wanting to escape a life he hates and go accomplish his dreams. Both Dumbledore parents are shown as egoistical, short sighed person with an obvious preference for their younger daughter)

I think the problem with the pair is not the pair itself, it's the people who write it.

Grindeldore is not a healthy pairing with rainbow and sugar and should not be written as such. All the fic revolved around their summer together (when they were basically baby fascists planning a coup XD), or Grindelwald having a change of mind because of the power of love and so on while it's not the most interesting part of their relationship.

A lot of writers focus on Gellert's love as a redeeming quality, where it is clear that this love turned bitter is actually eating him alive and turning him into an even more obsessed, violent man ready to do everything to prove to his ex HE WAS RIGHT

So many people shy away from the interesting part of this enemy/lover ship and that's why most Grindeldore fic are... kinda boring. And that's the thing. Why should we only enjoy and read healthy pairing fic? Why can't we embrace the beauty of the hurts, the angst, the passion of two people that connect in a very deep, instinctive level but clash because they don't share the same political point of view?

There is so many great fics to be made about this pairing without even time traveling: the bittersweet summer, their potential meetings as Grindelwald slowly rises to power and the potential break up when he really does something unredeemable in Albus' books, the game of chess they play through the war, maybe some passionate hate-fueled encounters in the middle of it, the prison time with Grindelwald, his redemption, the Au where Dumbledore has to get old grindy help to fight Voldemort etc... so many possibilities. Way many more than for Harrydore that for me only work as a couple (not a father-son, mentor relationship ofc cause this work in any settings) in a specific time travel era, when they are both grown, experimented men throw in the middle of a war.

For all this I do believe that as a pair, Grindeldore makes for more interesting, exciting read than Harrydore.

To anyone that wants to read a good Grindeldore fic, grounded in the canon and working (not especially healthy but working) go and read Phoenix insurgent

Pk now I want to hear tour rant about how Harrydore is bettter than Grindeldore. Bring it 🤣❤️

ohhh, this one's easy. I've been in this fandom on and off since 2006, and seen how Harry, Albus and Gellert were written pre- and post-'Dumbledore closet interview'. cracks knuckles

got to hit you with that readmore though. and it's going to be in two parts. I rambled again. ^^

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grindeldore vs harrydore

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the tl;dr of the below is the following sentences, and then I'll get into it. My philosophy on gr*ndeld*re extends to all other ships in all other fandoms, especially HP: if it's not an AU and you have to excessively mischaracterize Character A to get them to 'fit' with Character B, then it's not a good ship, canon or not. Albus Dumbledore is quite often mischaracterized in order to 'fit' or 'keep' him with Gellert Grindelwald.

here's my problems with how gr*ndeld*re is most often portrayed:

Inconsistency within canon. JKR is partly mostly to blame for this (because she has contradicted her original 2007 statement in the present day with more interviews in the 2010s and with the Fantastic Beasts movies), but the first problem is: gr*ndeld*re was originally an unrequited ship. The original statement was that Albus was dazzled by Gellert's power, his presence, their similarities, their shared ideals... but That Woman wasn't explicit on whether Gellert ever returned his feelings. But based on her quotes where she says "falling in love can blind you to an extent" and that [Dumbledore] was "terribly, terribly let down" by the result of that whirlwind relationship, I think it's safe to assume that her original idea of Gellert cared far more for seeing his grander plans realized than for the needs and feelings of his 'equal'. And yet... in fandom, they are most often portrayed instead as star-crossed lovers torn apart by 'conflicting ideals'.

The second problem is that in the avalanche of fics and art that have come from The Reveal, the original lesson (/moral...?) behind the reveal of gr*ndeld*re, and how it shaped Albus as an adult, leader, and progressive, just... got lost. Completely lost. The whole point of it was to show that even Albus (supposed 'paragon of goodness' until book 7 showed the fandom that he is a regular human being) can make 'relatable' mistakes like... you know... being friends with a fascist. Being in love with a fascist, even. Thanks to said retcon interviews and the new movies (and even before that tbh) the fandom has since: overexaggerated Albus' new clay feet to the point of bashing him, idolized Grindelwald's red flag traits and ideals to the point where he has become the new "Tom Riddle was just misunderstood!" guy, and twisted that lesson/moral/whatever to mean that actually Albus and Gellert were tragically kept away from each other by an itsy bitsy little difference of opinion. A minor little fight. Casual death of your sick sister. Haven't we all been there?

The fandom diminishing the real reasons why Albus and Gellert eventually clashed, were destined to clash, is bad enough. What's worse is the opposite end. Some Dumbledore-bashing fans go the other way and paint present-day Dumbledore with the same brush as Grindelwald, even going so far as to say he still supports The Greater Good even though his entire character is literally built on being the opposite of the pro-magic, anti-Muggle philosophy. Albus has also been painted in some fics and even meta discussions as someone who 'regrets' his past not because his sister died and his brother is estranged from him, but just because his ex-boyfriend is in prison and he maybe kind of regrets not going full fascist with him. Like... bruh. NO. There are people who ship gr*ndeld*re just because they feel like Grindelwald, the worst dark wizard in the world, the reason why Voldemort is only a minor league little lord in comparison, is an appropriate "punishment" for the character they already dislike and thus misinterpret. (Side note: I'm not sure if I'm in a worse hell watching Albus' character get whitewashed for fascism or demonized so he can be a miserable lonely gay.)

Albus diminishes himself to meet Gellert's needs. An in-universe problem this time instead of a meta/RL one: Albus and Gellert were lovers, yes, but in order to be so, Albus had to actively start neglecting his siblings (since in Aberforth's words he was 'doing all right' taking care of them before Gellert showed up) and leaning more into anti-Muggle sentiment. He put all his energy into what for most of the magical world was a wild goose chase after some fairy-tale items. (Remember, most wixen don't give a shit about the Deathly Hallows, or think they're even real.) He became the person Gellert needed/desired most. Albus became a version of himself that he despised later in his life and after his death.

Relationships often include the members changing, and it's easy for even the most devoted partners to fall out of love if they change and are now too different from one another, or one person changes and the other... doesn't. After Ariana died, Albus chose to become a different person and champion the same people he and his family once despised. He chose to stay away from Gellert, whether he called it cowardice or principles or whatever else. And his choice put him in conflict with Gellert, who at sixteen refused to change course or rethink his ideals even when his choices led to the death of a magical person (the type of person he supposedly prizes above all others). His magical boyfriend's magical sister, even. And we see no sign that Gellert changed, repented, or considered Albus until decades later, at the very end of his life—far too late.

Healthy relationships require give-and-take, sacrificing for your partner in things big and small. For high-stakes relationships like Albus and Gellert's (queer in the 1800s, sweet Merlin), that is even more true. During that steamy summer of 1899, it was Albus who did all the sacrifcing/giving and Gellert who did all the taking. Gellert may have entertained the idea of bringing Ariana along on his quest with Albus (we don't know), but Aberforth was right to say that it would have been torture for her—and no alternate idea was brought up that would prioritize the wellbeing of Albus' siblings while he was away. And in the moment of required reciprocity when Albus was at his lowest, Gellert left him behind and went off to go rule the world. Not even the most diehard shipper can argue against the fact that when Ariana died, Grindelwald left.

This problem is even more personal/biased than the other ones. Albus and Gellert parted ways in 1899. They didn't see each other again until the duel in 1945 (because fuck Fantastic Beasts, the scripts don't even make fucking sense). Albus defeated Gellert, put him in prison, and then went on living for another fifty-two years. And That Woman expects me to believe that Albus never had a relationship with anyone before Gellert, and never even looked at another wizard afterward? In 52 years, he was one-and-done? He never once fell in love with other people, whether or not he fully trusted them/let them in? Be serious. Pull the other one. It's not realistic, and it doesn't speak to the kind of man Albus Dumbledore is. He may not have found a man to check the same boxes Gellert did, but he wouldn't arguably be looking for someone too similar to his old flame. He might not trust them unconditionally or be the Perfect Partner for them (bc whew traumaaa), but there would be other people for Albus in a realistic Magical Britain (even discounting time travel shenanigans). Before the reveal, the most popular people to ship Albus with were Minerva, Alastor, and Elphias Doge; these options are still arguably more valid. Albus Dumbledore loves love, he champions love, and he doesn't think he deserves it after his sins, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't go looking. It's mind-boggling to me that with all the well-deserved disavowing of JKR following her anti-trans hate (and her shameless pandering to the same people calling her a witch poisoning their children's minds decades ago), that some people still treat her words about Albus and Gellert's relationship and its effects on Albus in particular as gospel. I sure don't. (Especially because she said he became "asexual" after His One Gay Experience when like. That's not. What asexuality is??? And ace gay people exist???) Whether you count the FB movies or not, there are still decades of Albus' life that are a mystery, and I refuse to believe he closed his heart and caged his dick for all of them.

IMPORTANT END NOTE: These observations obviously do not apply to all gr*ndeld*re shippers. Some people genuinely do like both characters, characterize them correctly, and still want to see them together for reasons. I'm not going to judge them. I ship a frigging time travel age gap ship, how the fuck could I. And I'm also aware that a lot of fics/art are made to color in between the lines of what we don't know in the fandom, bringing Albus and Gellert together during the mystery years, or making one wizard better for the other to address all the ship baggage. I just can't join them because of how rarely that occurs (and, admittedly, how much I personally can't see it). You would not believe how many fics and discussions I've seen that lionize Grindelwald and treat Dumbledore like an accessory, or completely mischaracterize Albus' motivations, intentions, and actions, and then put him with "the other Big Bad". UGH.

Most of the time, I see gr*ndeld*re the ship hurting Albus the individual. It's very rare to find an iteration where Albus is not bearing the consequences of Gellert's choices, Gellert's actions, Gellert's mistakes and harm done. I think Albus deserves better than to be Gellert's accessory just because he loved him deeply long ago.

okay. whew. that was a lot.

a character limit prevents me from continuing here, so the second half of this versus will go elsewhere, sorry!

#grindeldore #meta #albus x gellert #harrydore

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sugarushsuga · 3 years ago

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In Your Own Words - CH. 12

Genre/Au's: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers! AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist! AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 11.290

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of sex; Jealousy; Romani culture;

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author notes: As you may see I changed my blog’s url, this had been something I have been thinking about for quite sometime and I finally found a name that I like so I made the change. For the time been I’ll keep adding the old name as a reference and I’m keeping it too.

This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

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"What's the matter Y/n?" Sabrina asks the next morning, while you are having breakfast and you avoid her gaze at all costs.

“None.”

“You look sad.”

"No. I..." you let out a sigh. “I think you're right. I'm half down.”

"Because of the fight with Namjoon yesterday?" She arches a well outlined eyebrow.

“Yeah, but also for the thing with Jk. I don't know what I'm doing anymore.”

"Oh, Y/n, as long as you don't stop lying to yourself, you'll only manage to get more confused.”

“I'm not lying.” You take a sip of coffee with milk. “Just… Haven’t been understanding myself a lot lately."

"Answer me one thing: how many times have you and Namjoon already...?" She stops, half smiling and blushing at the same time. "Four?"

"No. There were seven." You sigh.

"Seven?! Are you sure? I could have sworn you said three last time."

A flash lights the kitchen, and the rumble of thunder reverberates through the walls. It's raining a lot outside.

“There were seven… No, wait. I must count only the number of nights I went to bed with him, or the exact number of times we've had sex?"

"Uh… I think the number of nights…?" She ventures.

You let out another long sigh, this time in relief. “So, it was just four anyway."

She sets the cup down on the table and spreads her hands besides it. “Okay, wait a minute. You're telling me that more things happened between you, in the same night, 'unintentionally'?"

You shrug. “It wasn't as unintentional as the other times. he was recovering from the flu, and we were there, alone, and one thing led to another..."

"And how it was?" she wants to know, the corners of her lips pulled back slightly, in a smile.

You look down at your cup, sliding a finger along the rim. “Oh, as usual. Intense and insanely incredible. even though I hate to admit it, Namjoon knows how to make a girl feel special and wanted and... leave with the consistency of jelly."

"Y/n! You like him!"

"Yes, I like him." You confessed, blushing. "Like so much! And I think it has a good chance he already knows that. I made the biggest mistake the day before yesterday, didn't I?"

"How so?"

You roll your eyes. “I stayed with him for two days, until he got better from the flu. Can't be more obvious than that. He must have suspected that I like him a lot more than I let it show. And besides when we were... you know... then I... uh... Well, I said his name. And I think he heard. A woman only says the name of the guy at a time like this if you really like him. Everybody knows it. He knows this."

Of course, Namjoon knew. And you realized it too late, after he hugged you and stared at you with a silly smile, showering your face with kisses, when it was all over.

"My God! You are so obtuse!" Sometimes listening to Sabrina calling you obtuse makes you laugh, but at that moment it is just annoying. "You don't like him, Y/n. You're hooked, totally on all fours for him. You fell in love with Namjoon!"

"How can I fall in love if I've barely gotten out of a relationship?" You argue, much less indignantly than you intended.

"And why I never hear Jimin's name again?" She counters "Why I never caught you crying around the house, stuffing yourself with chocolate? Now you know what name do I hear every single day, at least two dozen times? Namjoon! Namjoon this, Namjoon that, Namjoon would love to see that dress, Namjoon has problems with blue, Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon! He's all you think about. Why don't you just admit it at once?"

"Since when is talking about someone a sign of being in love? And if I'm not talking about Jimin, it's to keep my mental health and my pride unharmed." You grumble, blushing.

And I don't talk that much about Namjoon. Or do I? - You wonder.

She raises her arms and huff. “Pay attention, friend. You loved the attention he gave you because he thought you were crying when you were actually having an allergic crisis."

"And what woman wouldn't?"

“One who's not supposed to be in love with him." She puts a hand on your shoulder, looking at you intently. "Think about it, Y/n. You can't get him out of your head since the cataclysmic sex season started. You are crazy about him."

Well, maybe. Not that you are in love with him... Oh, who are you wanting to deceive? You are in love with Namjoon. Of course, you are. But not

very much! Just... a normal lover. You have everything under control. That is, almost everything. It isn't like you love him or anything. It has more to do with... hmm... enjoying being together, wanting to have him around all the time except when he acts like an idiot... Well, you actually like it even when he acts like an idiot.

Idiot.

Okay, maybe you love him after all.

“Okay, assuming I'm crazy about him. What does that change, Sa?"

"Changes everything!" Sabrina exclaims excitedly.

“It doesn't change a thing,” You groan, dropping your head on the tabletop.

“It will never work. I'm going to end up heartbroken when he gets back with Alexia..."

"And who said he's going back to her?" She asks determinedly caressing your head. "Who says he's not madly in love with you too?"

“He isn't." You raise your head. "He's just horny, I'm sure."

“Sorry, Y/n, but I don't believe it. And even if it were, I think it's great start. Love is consequence. It comes later."

“Or never."

“With you it came later,” she pointed out, smiling, before getting up and giving you a kiss on the top of the head. "With him too, I bet, you need to stop think so much and enjoy the moment." And leaves the kitchen to wait for Seokjin.

You sit there for you don't know how long, going over that conversation. Sabrina makes everything look so simply, like in the movies she loves to watch. But in real life, things don't work out that way, and the "happily ever after" it's not for everyone. Before long, Namjoon will get back together with Alexia, or will move on, leaving you behind. Only Sabrina to believe that a newly divorced and experienced man would fall in love with a girl like you: without charms and still learning to get by in the adult world.

You look at the clock and curse loudly as you realize you are late.

You get ready in record time, grab your bag, and fly out to the hallway. Namjoon opens the door at the same time you do. You stare at each other for a moment, then you remember you are still hurt at him for being such an asshole in the last afternoon, you raise your chin.

"Aren't you going to wish me a good morning?" He asks, flashing a smile.

"I hope you catch a really weird disease that turns you into a baboon. Good morning." You put the key in the door.

"Wow. What a good mood." He swallows a laugh making you even angrier.

You are already walking down the stairs when he takes you by the elbow.

“Let me go,” You order, fleeing his brown eyes.

“I just want to tell you one thing."

"I don't want to hear..."

Abruptly, his mouth is glued to yours, his arms around your waist and your feet off the ground. He kisses you in an almost rude way, maybe

because you keep your mouth closed, immobile, not responding to his advances. But, you know, he squeezes you a little tighter, and you have to breathe, so you part your lips just a little. It's not your fault if his tongue takes it as an invitation and slips inside, and... well... it would be

very impolite not to return a kiss like that.

“That was an apology for being such an idiot yesterday." Namjoon gasps minutes later, as he breaks the kiss and puts you back on the floor, but without letting go. "I am really sorry."

“I hated you yesterday,” You confess, also breathless.

He flashes a huge smile. "We agree on this topic."

He kisses you again, this time tenderly. And the kiss is so sweet and gentle that your skin crawled all over in response, and everything around you becomes a meaningless blur. With a low groan, Namjoon releases your lips, but he holds you in the delicious captivity of his embrace.

“I just keep waiting for the morning when you'll wake up next to me and I can kiss you as much as I want. Do you think this will happen one day?"

"Already happened." -Is that husky voice yours? - "I mean, I already woke up next to you, remember? The first time... at the hotel, and two days ago, when you had the flu."

“It doesn't count. You were drunk the first time. would have slept on top of a connected speaker. And the day before yesterday... Well, you only stayed because you thought that I was dying. I look forward to the day when you don't try to sneak out from my bed."

Embarrassed, and somewhat pleased that he wants you around, you turn away from him looking at the pale green circle on the black tie — nothing less than the on/off Windows button.

You break free almost at the same time and go down the stairs in silence. It's still raining, but Namjoon didn't realize it until you reach the lobby. He stops under the threshold, hands on hips, helmet dangling from his elbow, and he watches the blanket of gray clouds with a frown.

You let out a long sigh, before lightly poking his ribs.

"Come on, I'll take you today. You will get less wet."

He smiles in that mocking way and begins to say: “Hitchhiking on the lawn…” But he changes his mind suddenly, a look almost Machiavellian insinuating himself. "I accept, thank you."

You run to the car with Namjoon on your tail. You stretched out on the passengers sit to unlock the door from the inside, as the handle is not working. He settles into the seat next to yours, tossing his backpack and helmet in the back seat. His legs are long and lean against the dashboard, his hands are carelessly loose on his knees, the smile remains glued to his face.

You start the engine and put it on reverse, maneuvering out of the tight space. You entered on the street cautiously, the windshield wipers at full speed, but the glass begins to fog up. You turn on the panel fan, but it makes a weird noise before it gurgles and stop working. You open your window about four fingers to let the air circulate. Raindrops wet your arm. Namjoon is chuckling softly, trying to cover it with a clearing of his throat.

"If you open your mouth to badmouth my car, I'll leave you in the middle of the street, under all this rain."

“I didn't mean to say anything. But you convinced me to come saying that I wouldn't get wet. And I'm getting soaked."

You look at him, who is trying to stop the leak at the top of the door with his fingers.

"I'll have the rubber changed as soon as I have the money. And I said you would get wet less, not that you wouldn't get wet."

His laughter is so loud that you jumped and nearly hits the back of a car. An Audi.

"Why do you like this car so much?" He wants to know. "You need to admit that it has too many problems."

You think for a moment before giving the answer. “It has some problems, but that's not a bad thing. Everything in life is like that, right? I know it makes me work, but it's a good, economical car, and it's mine." You turn on the turn signal and switches to the left lane. “Giving up would be accepting the easier way. Get rid of the problem instead of trying to fix it. I love this car. And I never give up on what I like."

You feel, rather than see, the smile grows on his lips. To break that strange connection you feel swelling inside, you started to chatter. You are not sure when the conversation turns to comics, but Namjoon speaks of them with enthusiasm. He asks you what powers you would have if you were a heroine.

"Flying," you answer promptly. “I always wanted to be able to fly."

Namjoon stares at you intently. "Me too."

You laugh. "That's why you have a Ducati."

"Exactly!" He laughs too, but then falls silent, seeming to meditate about something important.

Of course, everyone is watching as you walk side by side into the newsroom, and, obviously, Yoongi asks you a lot of questions — not even he dares to broach the subject with the boss—since he wants to finalize the bets and split the money between the winners. Your response is a resounding “go to hell, Yoongi,” and he just watches you, looking like he knows everything.

A few hours later, Jungkook appears, and his reaction to your presence is different from other times. He doesn't smile, he doesn't make jokes, he doesn't come to your table. You have hurt him. And it is this realization that makes you muster the courage to approach him before he leaves.

You run to the elevator.

“JK, can you have lunch with me today?" You ask in a low voice.

"I think not. I have a flight in two hours." He looks irritated pressing the button several times.

“Please, I just want to explain myself. I don't want you to be angry with me."

He turns around, staring at you with blazing eyes. “But I can't even be angry, Y/n. You didn't give me the opportunity, the right to be angry."

Really mad, you conclude.

“It wasn't intentional. Sorry,” you plead. "Things started happening without me realizing it and I ended up... getting involved more than I intended."

“Oh, and that explains everything!" he scoffs, contemptuously. "You could have been honest with me, so I didn't play the fool in this story."

“But I was honest with you! I was really interested, but..."

"So?" He cuts you off, his voice rising a few octaves. "It is not with me that you are having sex!"

You flinch at the rude words, taking a step back. He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be aggressive. But what do you want, Y/n? I was rejected! I have my fucking dignity. Give me time to understand that you are not a bitch who played with me this whole time."

"I am really sorry. Really,” You mutter, distressed.

He takes a step closer, anger etched in his perfect features. You force yourself to remain still.

"Just a curiosity. What did he do to make you so into him? A promotion or something more silly...? Fuck, that's not what I mean." He rubs his face before fixing his eyes on you. "What has changed for you?"

You star at the floor, twisting your fingers into a painful knot. how can you tell Jungkook what has changed inside of you when not even you understand?

"Forget it." Jungkook snorts. “I know what the answer is. He was there, I wasn't. Just do yourself a favor, don't let him take advantage of you. I don't know what kind of man he is, but I have heard many stories of superiors who take advantage of the position to deceive innocent employees."

“He's not like that…” You shake your head, mortified.

“They never are." You watch Jungkook get into the elevator, feeling like shit for having hurt a nice guy.

You don't notice Natacha approaching until she starts talking.

"Dude, he's really pissed at you."

You turn your head, seeing the pink locks.

"Sorry, Y/n. I tried not to listen, but I was at my desk."

“I didn't mean to hurt JK, Natacha. And I really wish I could explain what happened, but I can't even explain it to myself."

She touches your shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

“There's nothing to explain. You're in love with Namjoon. We don't choose who we'll fall in love with."

You star at her, perplexed, blinking a few times, before finding your voice.

"Does everyone here know that I'm in love with him?"

She frowns, looking surprised, as if the answer is very obvious and you are too dumb to understand. Which is probably true.

“Impossible not to know, Y/n. Your eyes shine like two stars when you look at him,” she replies. And. you wish the floor would open up.

It is after six in the afternoon, and the apartment looks more like the backstage of a fashion show than a house inhabited by thinking beings on Saturday. Clothes, shoes, and bags are scattered throughout the rooms. Sabrina trying to get ready and, at the same time, talk to Seokjin on the phone. She is disappointed that he can't go with her to my cousin's wedding. Looks like he had a last-minute mishap and needed to travel.

You are busy with your hair, styling it with the curling iron to get perfect curls. You slip into the flowered dress, put on sandal heels, and start putting on makeup. So, when you are done, you look at yourself in the mirror and see the traits of the Romani that grandma believes exists in you. You like how the curls fall over your shoulders, as your eyes look shine because of the dark eyeshadow, lips full and rosy, bracelets glittering in

your wrist. Surely Uncle Vlad would try to push you to some boy looking for a wife, but you are cool about it. You don't fit the requirements for a Romani bride, so to speak, even though Uncle Vlad doesn't know about it.

You help Sabrina zip up her dress and forced her to put down the phone.

"We're already late! If you want to see the blood, you better be ready in five minutes!" You warn.

"Oh, I don't want to miss the dagger part, no! It's going to be so... cool!" She applies some more lip gloss on her way to the door.

As soon as you get your face out, you collided head on with someone. You take your head of the hard chest you are buried in, but you don't even have to look up to know who that chest belongs. Avoiding Namjoon in the magazine is tricky. And you have tried to avoid him at all costs after realizing that everyone in the newsroom knows you are in love with him, you deduced that he too would soon realize, if he ever didn't know.

It is hard to stay away, your body refuses to stay away from his, and at times you think you won't make it, mainly because sometimes—and there were many—when you look in his office, you have caught him watching you through the windowpane, glasses in hand, mouth curved in a secret smile. He quickly looks away, but not without first giving you a little nod. It has been real torture.

In that instant, however, with him less than a foot away from you, you doubt he will just greet you and move on.

"Wow!" He looks you over from head to toe, taking in every detail. "Are you... Wow!"

An embarrassing chuckle escapes your lips.

"Did you finally find a hairbrush?" You joke, admiring his hair softly styled in a natural way, slightly to the side.

“I thought the occasion deserved it." The corners of his mouth twitch, making it even more attractive.

The black shirt with thin light stripes makes his skin more golden, hot, and it is gone. Namjoon is dressed up. It is obvious that he is going to meet someone. Maybe Alexia. The sadness that his you at that moment makes me your insides twist.

“Well, have fun then. Goodbye." You force a smile and walk over to the stairs.

"What do you mean, bye? Are you going to stand me up when I'm right here?"

You freeze in place, turning on your heels. You skirt twirls, hugging your legs. "Stand you up?"

"Our date, have you forgotten?" Namjoon frowns.

"What date?" You ask, confused.

He watches you carefully.

“The one we set up at the vet clinic last Saturday,” he replies slowly.

"But I didn't accept it! Neither could! I already had something else scheduled."

He opens his mouth but says nothing. Exanimating your friend all dressed up standing just behind you and finally nodded once, visibly upset.

“Sorry,” You mutter as you see him shove his hands in his pockets and walk away to his sister's apartment.

"Forget it, have fun."

His failed attempt at appearing nonchalance makes your heart race, but you can't miss Sarah's wedding. Your grandmother would rip out your kidneys and make an appetizer with them.

"Oh, poor thing! He was devastated!" Sabrina comments besides you.

You start going down the steps.

"Did you see the disappointment in his eyes?" she continues. "I'm not going to be able to sleep thinking about those sad eyes. It's heartbreaking. And to think he went to the trouble of combing his hair just to impress you... And the shirt? Normal and no print! My God! He really dressed up."

"You're not helping me, Sa," You grumble.

“The intention is not to help you. Well, it is. But you still don't have the discernment to understand this."

You hit the sidewalk and head straight for the car. Sabrina settled down in the passenger seat and you start the engine, putting it in reverse. You look in the rearview mirror and see the black Ducati glowing accusingly. Maybe it is the reflection of the reverse light, but what did it matter? Namjoon's hurt expression obstruct your vision and make your heart contract. He will have a bad night Saturday night. Or worse, he can go out and get drunk next to a beautiful woman with no more than thirty-two kilos.

You groan, letting the engine stop and leaning your forehead against the steering wheel.

"Shit!" You mutter.

"That's it, girl!" Sabrina perks up and claps her hands together, already knowing what are your next words.

"It's okay. I will be back in a moment."

"Unhurried."

You roll the thin fabric of the skirt between your fingers, lifting it, and run upstairs, your bracelets jingling with movement. You are already out of breath when you knocked on Bea's apartment door. You lean against the frame, trying to catch your breath. Namjoon looks surprised to see you there.

"Do you want to go with me?" You ask, still out of breath.

"Where?"

"To my cousin's wedding."

His forehead creases. “I imagine your entire family will be there."

You nod, still panting. He studies you for a moment, and that quiet smile spreads across his lips. But his answer doesn't match his expression. “Oh, Y/n, better not. It's a family party, I don't want to play the intruder."

"I'm inviting you. You wouldn't be an intruder. unless you don't want to go with me, of course."

"I want to." He doesn't even blink to answer.

"So..." You wait for his answer, and as he deliberates, you realized that you are holding your breath.

"Fine," he finally replies. “Give me just a minute."

Namjoon enters the house only to grab a black suit jacket. As soon as he dresses it, you walk toward the exit, as you are already too late. You are halfway down the second flight of stairs when Namjoon grabs you by the elbow, making you spin. You blink and his lips are on yours, warm, soft, needy. You only resist for a second, before giving in, threading your fingers into his shirt, wanting to get even closer.

“Why do you always run away from me?" He asks then, leaning his forehead against yours, his voice slightly hoarse.

“I don't run."

"Run, and I'm lost. I don't know what you want from me, Y/n."

“But that's the problem, Namjoon. I do not know either."

"Promise you'll let me know when you find out?" He caresses your chin with his thumb.

You shift your gaze to his chest, fearing he might see the truth there. “You'll be the first to know."

"Thank you for inviting me."

"Don't get too excited, no," you warn. “My brother will be at the party."

“He's not my type. But as for you, inside that dress..." And he bends down to slide his nose down your neck, taking a deep breath.

Summoning all your strength, you gently push him away.

"We are late."

Reluctantly, he ends up letting go of you, but you walk down the stairs hand in hand, and it is... good. Namjoon looks happy too, and he keeps looking at you with a small smile of appreciation on his lips.

Sabrina gives a thumbs up and blinks as she watches you walk through the door of the building with Namjoon in tow. She jumps out of the car in a hurry and goes to the back sit. You imagine that, like you, she suspects that he is not going to fit back there, with all that height.

“Hi, Namjoon,” she greets him.

"Hi Sabrina. You look excited." Namjoon fastens his seat.

“I can't wait to see the dagger part."

He turns his back to face her. "What part of the dagger?"

"They'll slit their wrists and swear eternal love! Isn't it romantic?" Your friend sighed, clapping her hands.

Horrified, Namjoon turns his eyes to you. "Y/n, who's going to have their wrists slashed?"

You laugh. “Nobody, relax. It's just a wedding."

Namjoon nods but looks suspicious. You start the engine and put it into gear, but when you go to step on the gas, your heels catch on the hem of the dress. You detangle, apply the handbrake, and lean on the steering wheel, pulling up the skirt to your thighs for safe driving mobility freeing yourself from sandals and handing them to Namjoon, who watches your every move with fascination.

“You know, Sabrina, even if there's a dagger and someone gets stabbed, I wouldn't miss this wedding for anything."

"Journalists..." You mutter, putting the car in motion.

“There isn't a single trace of the journalist in me now, Y/n. You made it vanish."

"How? And who did he leave instead?" You bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“A man full of expectations and a very fertile imagination."

And with that, your mis shifted and let the engine stall. Sabrina laughs blatantly, and Namjoon continues to stare straight ahead, looking smug and proud. You pull yourself together as best as you can and try to pay attention to what you are doing. Sabrina helps lighten the mood, talking about the last wedding she'd been to, her older sister's. You and she got a royally drunk and woke up in a playground with the gardener poking you with the broom.

You glance at Namjoon, who shows you all his teeth, of course, he also remembers the night he saw you drunk, but this had another outcome—albeit just as embarrassing.

“I love it when Y/n's drunk. She is really funny" Sabrina says.

"And a lot less grumpy," Namjoon adds.

“I'm not grumpy."

"You are!" The two say in unison.

Yeah, it's okay. Maybe you are a little. You continue on your way, and soon the huge white lighted tent appears on top of the hill. You park near Grandma Cecilia’s house and turns off the headlights. Namjoon opens the door and jumps out, clearing the way for an excited cheerful Sabrina.

“Oh no! I think it already started." She straightens her dress, combs her hand through her blond hair and cranes her neck trying to see something.

"Go ahead." There is music in the room, so the wedding ceremony hasn't started. “Sa, you know the place. I'm just going to wear the sandals and meet you."

"Okay, let's go Namjoon," she tries, but he politely declines.

“I'd rather wait for Y/n, if you don't mind."

“I didn't expect less from you." Sabrina punches his shoulder before hurrying to the tent.

The screams and clapping are louder now. You have to hurry but first you have to prepare Namjoon.

“I think I need to warn you that my family is a little different." You finish with the sandal and gets out of the car.

Namjoon reaches out to help you.

"Are they liking your brother?" he wants to know.

"Some. Others are much worse."

“I think I can manage. "He wraps an arm around your waist.

"I hope so." You start to walk, but you stop. "Uh... I don't know if I even mentioned that my mother's family is Romani..." Namjoon's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. It is because of reactions like that that you don't tell anyone about your family. "You don't have to look at me like I'm an ET, Namjoon."

"Excuse me." He shakes his head, running a hand through his so well-behaved strands, leaving it messy just in the way you started to like. “It just makes perfect sense now."

"It does?"

"Absolutely," he says.

He caresses your face with his knuckles, letting his hungry eyes wander through your lips. Screams from the tent bring you out of your trance.

"Come!" You grab his hand, running towards the tent. "The bride's confirmation ritual has ended! They will be able to get married."

"Confirmation ritual?"

"Of her virginity. They are partying, so the bride is still a virgin and there will be a wedding."

"Are you serious?" he asks, laughing.

You nod in agreement.

"Sounds kind of medieval, doesn't it? But it's a tradition. The bride must be a virgin."

"And if she is not?"

“Then we have a problem. Romanies are very strict about the rules of the wedding. My grandmother says that even had death when they found out that the girl was not pure. If the girl is not a virgin, there is no marriage."

"You're right. It's medieval." He dodges a root, following you easily. "All that is missing is the dowry."

"Oh, it isn't. The bride's father pays the dowry to the groom's father. Therefore, who negotiates the union are the parents of the two. The bride and groom have the right to say no and keep waiting for another proposal, but if the parents don't agree with the choice, there is no wedding."

"And does it work?"

You are already close to the tent. You can hear the happy screams and the tinkling of women's bracelets setting the tone for the party.

“Unless the couple has no children, there is no such thing as divorce in Romani culture, then it should work."

You enter the tent. Tiny bulbs tangled up in the metal frame that supports the white fabric. The Romani flag — two rectangles, one blue and the other green, with a red wheel in the center—have been placed on the highest point. Colorful pennants flicker in the night breeze.

You arrive in time to see the parents of the bride and groom simulating the wedding arrangement. Coins passed from Uncle Vlad to the groom's father. You are squeezing yourself to try to get closer, taking Namjoon with you.

Sarah looks beautiful in her red dress, highlighting her skin. Her hair, black as night, glistened in silky curls, adorned with delicate diamonds. She started dancing and everyone accompanies by clapping and shouting excitedly. The groom's family surround her, making it clear that she now belongs to that family, and so they open a path among the guests, leading her to where the groom is waiting for her, in the small altar at the back of the tent.

The rest of the ceremony is much like a traditional wedding, with the difference that, instead of judge or priest, who presides over the marriage is grandmother, the eldest of the clan. There is the traditional exchange of rings, oaths. In the end, after the blessing, grandmother shows the dagger to the bride and groom. Sabrina, stop right next to the parents of the bride and groom, widening her eyes and craning her neck in expectation. Granny takes the couple's wrists and bring the blade close to their skin. A big hand slips around your waist, warm lips curled touch your ear.

"She won't hurt them, will she?" Namjoon whispers in your ear.

"No of course not! But that's my favorite part,” You confess.

Grandma simulates the cut on Sarah and Cristiano's wrists. Then brings out a red scarf and tie it to the bride and groom's wrists.

“They're united now, see? They are one."

Reciting the sacred words of the ritual, Grandma Cecilia extend the dagger to let the bride take it.

"What is she going to do with the dagger?" Namjoon asks, his eyes locked on the scene.

"Will keep it forever."

He turns his attention to you.

"Because? Does it have any special meaning?"

"Of course!" You let a sly smile stretch your lips. "The husband will think twice before doing anything."

He stifles a laugh, burying his head in your hair, and that is the reason why you have been received so many disapproving looks. Romanies rarely demonstrate intimacy in public. The ceremony ends with euphoric shouts and whistles, the guests make way for the new pair, greeting them with applause and the traditional rain of rice. The music of a vibrant violin accompanies by the guitar invite everyone to the dance.

"Hey, nobody got stabbed!" Sabrina complains as she approaches, watching the big circle forming in the center of the tent and beautiful Romanies of all ages dancing and making the jewels on their head, neck, feet, and hands sparkle.

Namjoon looks as fascinated as you are every time you see them dance.

“You said they'd slit their wrists,” your friend insists.

"No. I said that it used to be done that, nowadays it's not possible anymore. Only the symbolic cut."

"I think it would be a lot more exciting if it was real," she complains sullenly.

“And the party would end in the ER,” Namjoon jokes.

"Y/n!" calls a voice of thunder. You turn around and Uncle Vlad is already hugging you. “How glad I am to see you today, dear." He releases you and examinates your dress. An approving smile appears on his bearded face.

"Very beautiful."

“Thanks, Uncle Vlad, but Sarah is the one who looks beautiful."

"Wow, she's gorgeous!" Sabrina praises. "You must be very proud."

“Couldn't have been more. Good to see you too, Sabrina."

You are about to introduce Namjoon when your uncle takes you by the hand, examining you as if you are a prized cow.

"You know, Y/n, you should take your grandmother's offer and spend some time with us. You could learn many things. I can get you a good husband."

You suppress a sigh of disgust. Uncle Vlad will never give up.

“Uncle Vlad, I'm only going to marry someone I truly love."

“Your mother did it. She turned her back on her people, and see how everything ended,” he counters, his face darkening.

"She was happy with my father," I mutter, blushing. “I know she was. I bet that she would do it all over again if given the chance."

“I don't doubt it. No one could bend your mother. Or you. Oh, where is my education." He holds out his hand to Namjoon and smiles. "I am

Vladimir, Y/n's uncle."

"Nice to meet you, Vladimir. I'm Namjoon Kim."

"Namjoon Kim..." repeats Uncle Vlad, scratching his thin beard. "Your name it is not strange to me."

“Namjoon is a journalist,” You explain. "Perhaps you know him from some article."

"It might be. Do you work together?"

He passes his gazes from you to Namjoon, distrust seeping through slowly as he studied the haughty, masculine figure with a slight smile. You do

a silent prayer for Uncle Vlad to not ask any more questions. You don't know why, but you get the impression that Namjoon might as well tell your uncle that he is your lover in his spare time.

“Hey, I think Sarah needs some help." You point to your cousin, in the center of the tent, trying to untangle the many bracelets from the short red veil.

“Oh, excuse me. Enjoy the party." He bows polite and goes to the rescue of his daughter.

You let out a long sigh of relief. Namjoon hears, puts his hand on your waist and bring his mouth to your ear once more.

"Interesting what you hear at a family gathering. So, your uncle wants to marry you to a Romani?"

“Since I was fifteen."

The hand on your waist is gone. You understand the reason as soon as Hoseok puts himself between you, pushing Namjoon back.

"Look who looks just like Mommy," Hoseok scoffs, sizing you up from your feet the head. “Very Romani, little sister."

"Don't start. Where's Lorena?"

“She wasn't feeling well. She preferred to stay at home with her mother. I just dropped at the party, so grandma doesn't bother me for the rest of my life. I will go home soon." He turned his eyes to your friend. "Sabrina, you're looking hot today, huh?"

Sabrina, already used to your brother's delicacy, laughs.

"You look yummy too, Hoseok."

"It's so comforting to know that my sister has a smart and caring friend with extreme good taste." But as he speaks, he turns his attention to Namjoon. "Hey dude?" He holds out his hand to him. "I hope I haven't broken any of your tooth."

Namjoon responds with a wide, full smile. “No. But I was worried about what might have happened to your nose. Deviated nasal septum is a serious problem."

Hoseok narrows his eyes. "Did you come from as an intruder?"

“I came,” Namjoon replies simply.

Hoseok shoots you a sharp look. A waiter is passing by, and you take advantage to get two glasses of white wine, handing one to Namjoon.

"Need to talk to you. Alone,” Hoseok says, taking you by the arm and dragging you.

Ah, this is getting better and better.

As soon as you are within a reasonable distance, your brother begins: "What the hell do you think you're doing? Sleeping with the boss, Y/n? Seriously? And don't even try to say you are not. Just look at the way the guy looks at you to know you're making out."

"And what does that have to do with you?" you drink the wine.

“The guy is older." Your brother literally points at Namjoon, who, even though is talking to Sabrina, keeps his attention on you

"Five years isn't a lot," you say, echoing the words Namjoon said not long ago. Is that what he meant? that your difference in age does mean nothing?

“He's your boss. He's just looking for an easy fuck, and you know it."

"And who said I want anything else, Hoseok? Just because I'm a woman I can't want a relationship based on sex?"

“No, you can't just because you're my sister." He crosses his arms, puffing out his chest, his face taking on a purplish hue.

You roll your eyes.

“I hate it when you try to play the big brother."

“You're going to get hurt,” he warns, glaring at you. "And don't you think you forgot about Jimin too quickly, don't you?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Hoseok! We'll talk another time, okay?"

"All right. Play stubborn." He shrugs "Just don't call me crying like a child because of this guy. I won't hit him if you look for scabies to scratch yourself."

“You're not going to hit him because he's stronger than you." He blushes.

“The guy got lucky and caught me off guard the other day. That's all."

You walk back to Namjoon, who seems fascinated by everything and everyone around him. He watches in awe the girls dancing, the boys running to one side to the other, food being placed on long, wide tables, in corners opposites of the tent. You spot Sabrina dancing a little uncoordinated in the middle of a circle of swirling, colorful skirts. You friend seems to be having some fun.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you belonged to a Romani family?" Namjoon asks, not taking his attention away from the party.

"Would it change anything?"

"No." A small smile breaks out on his face. "I mean, would change. It would make me understand you better and all this madness that surrounds you."

"What are you talking about?"

“Since I started noticing you, I think of you as a sorceress. Now everything makes sense." He keeps looking straight ahead. "The resistance that I feel as I try to walk away, the anxiety that overwhelms me when you cast these huge shiny eyes on me, the anticipation to see you arrive. Can only be your Romani magic at work, and it completely fascinates me."

A childish giggle escapes your lips.

“You're talking nonsense. I don't have any magic. I'm not even a Romani I only have one part. My mother did have magic. My father told me dozens of stories about her."

"Can you tell me some?"

"It depends. Where's the journalist?" You joke.

“Far away, with ears open, but far away." Namjoon smiles and finally turns to face you. "He knows the difference between personal life and work."

“Okay, I'll tell you. But another time, in a less noisy place."

"Promise?" You nod in agreement.

"Y/n!" Your grandmother's steady voice sounds behind you.

Grandma wears her party clothes, bright and colorful, with lots of gold around the whole body, making clear its authority and leadership. You hug her tight and feel that jasmine scent that only Grandma Cecilia has.

"Your blessing, grandma."

“God bless you, darling." She takes you by the shoulders and look at you top to bottom. A proud smile dominating her face. "Well, well, if you didn't create some sense and decided to dress like the Romani that you are It is missing a little more jewelry. I think I'll buy you more bracelets, maybe a necklace."

She releases you and turns her attention to the man besides you. With a charming smile plastered on her wrinkled face, your grandmother takes Namjoon's hand in a casual greeting, but you notice when she turns his palm up and takes a quick look before releasing it.

"You!" she says, touching his face with a not-so-discreet caress. “I was waiting for you to arrive."

You stare at your grandmother with wide eyes, mouth gaping, hands sweating. You know well what she means by that “I was waiting for you

to arrive". She is referring to the man she has seen in the cards. Your man. That one that will make you happy for life. Only this guy is not Namjoon. Cannot be Namjoon...

Okay, maybe it can. The problem is that you aren't the love of his life. It is easy to see that he is attracted to you, but more than attraction will be asking too much. He has just gotten out of a relationship, there isn't the slightest chance of him falling in love with you. Namjoon would need at least some time to heal the wounds, get rid of the disillusion before getting ready to a new romantic relationship. What you have is a carnal relationship not yet very well clarified that shouldn't even exist.

"Was?" Namjoon asks, surprised.

"I called to say you'd be over," You interfere, shooting a supplicant glare to grandma.

She nods, making it clear she got the message, but shows one of those mysterious smiles of his to Namjoon, before saying: "I'm Cecilia. How are you, Namjoon? Are you having fun, honey?"

You aren't surprised to hear Grandma call him by name without having been introduced before. If you were someone else, say, someone like Sabrina, who believes in that cosmic bullshit, you'd have thought your grandmother is the greatest psychic on the planet. But you know how Grandma Cecilia is observant, and despite her age, her memory is better than yours. You spoke of Namjoon when she helped you with the garlic tea.

"It's a very pretty party, quite different," Namjoon comments, looking around. “The joy is contagious."

"And look, we haven't even started to really celebrate yet." She boasts proudly. "I saw Vladimir talking to you."

You grimace. "Uncle Vlad was once again trying to convince me to marry." You explain.

“Your uncle will never leave you alone until you're married. You should think about it. Do you want some more wine, dear?" She asks Namjoon, indicating the empty cup in his hand.

"Yes of course. Thanks."

"Y/n, why don't you get Namjoon another glass?"

Not in your dreams will you leave your grandmother alone with him. "A waiter will pass by shortly."

"Oh, but what a lack of manners, darling. Go get your guest a drink. I'll stay with him. We need to talk a little."

Yeah, grandma, and that's the problem.

"But soon a waiter will..."

"Be a good hostess and fetch your date a drink," she he orders, in that authoritative tone.

"But you..."

“Now, Y/n."

Damn it!

Namjoon looks relaxed beside the old Romani woman, not bothered at all. He shrugs, in clear dismissal.

"It's okay!" You give in reluctantly. "I'll go, but don't forget that Namjoon is my boss and that I really need the job,” You remind her.

Grandma laughs, while Namjoon frowns.

“Don't be silly, darling. I will take good care of this boy."

Resigned, you nod and walk away, but stop a few steps later and turn: “Namjoon, if my brother gets too close, run from him. He drank a little on top of that and you hurt his pride the last time you met."

"You can relax, I'll keep my eyes wide open." The carefree tone in his voice doesn't go unnoticed.

You make your way to the bar positioned at the back of the tent, stopping to greet some acquaintances. Unfortunately, Aunt Leila, Sarah's mother, catch you before you can escape. Don't get it wrong, you adore Aunt Leila, she has always been a person you love. At least while keeping her mouth shut, which, according to your grandmother, it hasn't happened since 1986.

"Oh, Y/n, my little love!" She begins, putting an arm around your waist, the other hand on your shoulder. "You are so beautiful! I talked with Vladimir about you just yesterday. Now that Sarah is married, I think it's your turn. You are older, my love. That little heart isn't yet busy, are you? Vladimir has been speculating on some candidates. Oh no, no need to make that face. He will choose a husband as good as Sarah's. You know Uncle Vlad adores you. Of course, you would have to leave your job. It wouldn't be nice to work out, but you haven't even got it right yet, is not it? I know, honey, sacrifices have to be made. Society is really, very cruel to women. See Sarah. Christian didn't care that she work's outside, but he insists that she help with his family's handicrafts. Oh, by the way, have you ever seen the bride and groom's bed? Vladimir and I insisted on choosing. You need to see the wealth! There are stones on the columns and on the headboard! I bet no one here has seen one of these before. Of course, Veronica will say she have seen even better, you know how arrogant she is, besides being resentful with the fact that Christian chose my Sarah over Lia. Not that the girl has some flaw, far from it. Lia is wonderfully talented on dance, but she doesn't know how to take care of the house, since Veronica herself never knew. How the girl was going to learn, right? I doubt that..."

Half an hour later, dizzy from the blast of words coming out of Auntie's mouth, you take advantage of her brief silence—she couldn't speak while drinking champagne, even though she tried—and escape her. You take two full cups from the bar and, balancing them so as not to spill wine on your dress, go back to where you had left Namjoon and your grandmother. But they aren't there anymore. You stretch your neck, searching among the hundreds of heads, but you can't not find them anywhere.

"My God, what a party this is!" Sabrina finds you and takes one of the wine glasses, emptying it quickly.

"Have you seen Namjoon?" You ask, looking around.

"He was here just now, talking to your grandmother and a girl."

"What girl?"

"I don't know. A brunette, skinny and very tall."

The description isn't much help, as seventy percent of the guests have these characteristics.

"A really tall skinny ugly type?" You try, turning your attention to her at the same time.

“A tall skinny, pretty type. Looked like a fairy with that long lilac skirt. Why are all Romanies so beautiful?"

You take a sip of wine, then another a little longer.

“Did you see where they went?" You try to sound disinterested.

"No, but your grandmother is over there, look!"

Sabrina pointed to the altar, now occupied by children, and Grandma, with all the patience in the world, trying to convince them to come down. Namjoon isn't with her. Where the hell is he? And who is the cheap shimmering fairy imitation who is with him? You have to interrupt your thoughts when the bride approaches, with a full smile on her delicate face, the huge golden hoops in her arms glowing like flames.

"Sarah, you look beautiful!" You hug her. "Congratulations. I wish you to be very happy."

"Thank you, Y/n. I'm a little nervous about what's going to happen now, but I'm happy. I really like Christian."

"Sarah. Congratulations!" Sabrina congratulates. "Could you show me the dagger? I'm curious."

"Sure."

Sarah bends down, lifting her skirt a little, and withdraws the dagger attached to her thigh by a satin ribbon. The golden dagger and all bedecked with green stones and you can bet they are real emeralds, since Uncle Vlad and Aunt Leila would spare nothing with the marriage of their only daughter — it has little more than six inches, but the blade looks as lethal as a sword.

“Sarah, did you see Grandma talking to a guy with glasses?" You ask like who doesn't want anything.

"Yes, I've seen that. They were with Delilah."

“Who is Delilah?" You blink, immediately hating the name.

“You still don't know. Delilah is Christian's cousin. Arrived from Europe some time ago. She's a historian. She was gathering information about the origin of our clan. She plans to write a book about it."

An intellectual Romani. Wonderful.

“She just arrived with a giant gift in her hands. Then I didn't see her anymore,” continues Sarah. “Delilah is looking for a groom among our community, you know? But your friend better watch out. It would not be the first time a Romani would be interested in an outsider."

"Not really," you say, feeling something tighten in your throat. despite the knot, you sip the wine until the cup is empty.

“Listen, it's your favorite song, Y/n!" Sarah says, taking you by the hand.

“You need to dance at my wedding. Everyone loves it when you dance."

“I will dance, but not now. I didn't drink enough, and I need to find my friend before he gets lost."

“If he's with Delilah, he won't get lost."

Except for her, you think furiously.

"I promise I'll dance later!"

“I'm available,” Sabrina warns.

Sarah laughs. "So, let's go!"

But before following your cousin into the center of the tent, Sabrina plants herself in front of you, holding you by the shoulders, eyes slightly unfocused due to the numerous glasses of wine and champagne.

“You're not going to play Scorpio now, Y/n."

"What do you mean by that?"

Sabrina rolls her eyes. “You know, jealous and possessive. It will ruin everything!"

"But I'm not like that!"

"Course you are! Like everyone else of your sign. You won't do shit, okay?"

You aren't jealous, let alone possessive. It is so ridiculous to think every Scorpio has the same characteristics that you don't even work the discussion. She runs over to Sarah, where other girls are shaking veils and swaying their hips.

Your grandmother has disappeared again. You leave the tent and look at the surroundings, but no one has seen Namjoon, your grandmother or that Delilah. Without knowing why, you end up on the way to Grandma Cecilia's house and, when you approach, you hear voices inside. One of them belongs to Namjoon. You creep through the kitchen, hating the childish tone in her feminine voice that clashes with his.

"… I'm not sure, I imagine there are thousands. I collected as much information I could, I took amazing photos, and now I just need to catalog it all and add to the text. I have to be very careful to what I write. The Romani culture is more important to me and my people."

"I have an idea," Namjoon replies. "If you need help, I can indicate some friends who work in publishing houses and who might be interested in releasing a book on Romani culture."

You glue yourself to the wall. It isn't right to listen to their conversation, you know that, but in your defense, you...

Ah, you have no excuse, but so what? You don't need one. You need to know what Namjoon is doing here alone with that woman.

"Are you going to stay?" he asks.

"For a while."

"That's great, I hope you enjoy it."

"I'm already having fun," she says through a snort of giggles. "In fact, I never thought I could have so much fun at this party."

"I understand. I also enjoyed the ceremony. Very symbolic and intense."

“Yes, and so is everything in the Romani's life. Intense!" And to demonstrate that, she lowers her voice until it is hoarse and, who could have imagined it, intense. "Nothing is halves. We surrender body and soul."

"Even if the person is only partly Romani." An involuntary smile forms on your lips. He is thinking about you.

"I think so," Delilah agrees reluctantly. "Grandma Cecilia said that you came because of Y/n. I haven't met her yet, but she is Pearl's daughter, isn't she? The one who ran off with a gadje and abandoned her people. Y/n is not Romani, you know. She doesn't experience Romani life."

You can't help but notice the rancor in the woman's voice. Namjoon laughs and you flinch.

“You'd be surprised, Delilah,” he says.

"You two are..."

Someone lets out a long breath. He does.

"Friends..." Namjoon's voice is gravelly. "Most of the time."

"And the smallest?"

“Let's just say she and I haven't reached an agreement yet."

"I understood. You want Y/n to be yours."

There is a moment of silence, and you find yourself hard as a stone, pressed against the wall, waiting for the answer. That Delilah is playing

up to him is obvious, but did he respond? It is hard to judge without seeing their faces.

"No," he says at last. “I don't want her to be mine."

Part of you wither in that instant, leaving you cold, lonely, embarrassed to feel the opposite about him. Namjoon doesn't want you. Although you already suspected that, hearing him say it with all the letters puts a stone in your heart.

"She's..." he says again, "too precious to me, Delilah."

Your car is precious, your books are precious, even your pink lipstick is precious, but you don't want to spend the rest of your life with any of them. Hurt, wounded, you decided to get out of there before you are caught listening to the talk. However, before you reach the door, you hear footsteps on the stairs and the voice of your grandmother asking: "Have you finished your coffee, dear?"

You spin on your heel in a split second and accidentally bumps into in the fruit bowl next to the kitchen cupboard. Oranges, pears, and bananas roll across the floor.

"Vladimir?" calls grandma.

“It's me, Grandma,” You mutter, closing your eyes and swearing under your breath.

Taking a deep breath, you pluck up courage and go into the room piled high with knick-knacks and lace towels. Namjoon smiles, looking relieved to see you there.

"Darling! You took so long to get Namjoon a drink! Delilah arrived and I asked him to help me bring Sarah and Christian's gift here."

"I met Aunt Leila on the way." You shrug.

“That explains everything." Grandma laughs. "You still don't know Delilah, do you?"

"No. How are you?" You ask the six-foot-tall woman with long wavy brown hair. She is even worse than you had imagined. Beautiful, sexy, innocent looking.

“I hear you're a journalist."

"Not yet, but I'm on my way."

"I knew you'd like each other," Grandma says, completely oblivious to your feelings. "Now why don't you go back to the party? Come on, come on, the party isn't in here. Give me this cup, honey." She holds out her hand to Namjoon.

You immediately look at what he is holding. A cup of coffee. Empty.

"No!" You reach for the cup before your grandmother's long fingers touch the handle.

"Y/n!' she scolds.

"You can't! He does not want. I don't want. Please don't!"

"I don't want what?" Namjoon asks, confused, and frightened by your somewhat... hmm... deranged behavior. "The cup?"

"Y/n, nothing in this cup will be new to me," Grandma warns, with a smile and that reproachful look you know so well. "I already know everything I need know."

“Then you don't need it." You hug the piece.

“What's the matter, Y/n?" Namjoon wants to know. "Your grandmother was very kind to offer me a cup of coffee and..."

"Oh, she wasn't, Namjoon," You reply. "Definitely not kind and It isn't just a cup of coffee. She will read your fortunes."

"Y/n!" Grandma yells, scolding you.

"What? In the cup?" Namjoon's eyes widen.

"On coffee grounds," you say. "You need to stop this, grandma. She tries to read the fortunes of every friend I bring here. Let them find out their future alone."

“What if I want her to take a peek into my future?" Namjoon announces.

You freeze, clinging to the China as if your life depends on it, and turns to face him.

"And why would you want to?" you ask, astonished. "You don't believe in these things."

“Neither do you,” Grandma accuses you.

Delilah gasps, bringing her hand to her mouth.

"My saint Sandra Rosa!" The girl exclaims.

"Do you want me to tell you your fortune, Namjoon?" Grandma smiles at him seductively like a mermaid.

He rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. "I think so."

"Excellent! Give me the cup, Y/n." Grandma stretches out her hand.

You don't move, just grip the object harder, crushing it against your chest.

"Come on, Y/n. Hand me that cup soon,” she insists.

"No!"

"And why not?" Namjoon wants to know, frowning.

"Because... why..."

How to explain without making the situation even more embarrassing? You are already making a fool of yourself, but there is nothing in the world that can force you to hand that cup to your grandmother on your own free will and still have to hear what the future holds for Namjoon. Or who wouldn't be part of it. On a sudden inspiration, you give up and hold out the cup to your grandmother. Only a second before her thin, delicate fingers touch the porcelain, you let go, watching the piece float for a second before finding the hard floor and shattering into a million pieces.

"Oh no! How clumsy I am,” You lament. "It slipped, grandma, I swear!"

She narrows her eyes, making the wrinkles around them deepen further. "It is clear."

“Well, I guess I'll go back to the party now. It was nice meeting you, Delilah." You say, forcing yourself not to frantically twist your fingers together as you run to the kitchen.

“It was a pleasure, Delilah." You hear Namjoon say, hurriedly.

In just a few steps, he is at your side. You crosse the lawn without looking at him, but Namjoon stops you before you reach the tent, grabbing you by the shoulders and placing you behind a large tree, out of sight of onlookers.

"What was that?" He demands to know, pressing you gently against the trunk.

“It slipped out of my hand." You look up at the collar of his dark shirt.

“You need to try harder, Y/n. You are a bad liar."

You lift your gaze to meet his. "Oh, I am, is it? And how can you judge? Do you think you know me so much?"

"I don't think, I know I know."

This makes you quite annoyed, as he is kind of right. He knows, but he is still an indecipherable unknown to you. But you know as it is, you are furious for a number of reasons, and whenever you find yourself in that state, coherence desert you, so the words are wildly coming out of your mouth:

"You do not know anything! If you, did you wouldn't have gone to my grandmother's home with Delilah."

Namjoon blinks once. "You're jealous, is that it?"

You laugh, but without any humor. “In what world could I be jealous of you, Namjoon?"

His lips curve a little, just the hint of a smile, but his eyes betray him. He is beaming. “In my world,” he says confidently.

"Only if it's in your dream world," you say.

Reaching up, he caresses the side of your face with his knuckles. That silent fire that burnt in you every time he touches you ignited, making you blush and wish you were someone else. One that didn't feel attracted to him in that sick way.

"And that delicious flush on your skin is an indication that you're hot, of course."

You shiver as his warm fingers slip down your neck and follow lazily to your bare shoulder. He tilts his head, and his lips are almost over yours.

No. I don't want her to be mine, his voice echoes in your head. Guided by rejection, you push him away, reeling as your body rebels against your decision.

"Don't you dare touch me now!" You shout. "I'm not your girlfriend."

"Because you don't," he snaps.

“Oh, Namjoon, cut the game. You just want me to warm your bed once in a while, nothing more."

“Don't talk nonsense, Y/n."

"Nonsense? All it took was a pretty woman blinking and you melted all over!" You accuse. "I've dated a guy like that, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's to understand the signs of a scoundrel when I see one."

He sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking annoyed and nothing more.

"I wasn't making fun of anyone, Y/n, if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh, no? And what were you doing alone with Delilah at my grandmother's house? Because I saw Grandma Cecilia a little while ago, at the party. And not Delilah nor were you with her."

In disbelief, you see his lips stretch into a tender smile, the one with dimples.

"You look so beautiful when you're jealous..."

"If you say I look beautiful when I'm angry, I won't answer for myself!"

"Very well, I won't, if you admit you're jealous." He is still smiling.

"You're sick!" You groan, kicking the grass.

"I am. For you. Admit it, Y/n."

"Go to hell!" You gather the skirt in your hands and start walking.

"Did you know that jealousy is a good thermometer of feelings, Y/n? It indicates how important someone is to you."

You turn on your heel to face him. "Is that right, Namjoon? So, I must assume that you love me since you had one phenomenal attack imagining that I was talking to Jungkook before the Thursday meeting."

He looks at you, that amused gleam in his eyes, but he doesn't respond.

"What? Don't you want to talk anymore?" You challenge.

“You're a journalist. You don't need to hear the answer, you can find it yourself."

"I'm not a damn journalist!" You yell. "I am, at best, a fraud!"

The amusement fades from his face. "Where did you get that from? You never told me you feel this way."

"And I'm not even saying now, damn it! See? It's because of things like this one I wish I'd never slept with you. You have no idea how I regret I hate to remember that I slept with my boss. I hate you for being my boss." The hurt settles on his face, and that urges you to continue talking. He had rejected you earlier, you would reject him now. Retaliation seems to you the best defense. "I hate not being able to do anything to stop what's been going on between the two of us. I don't want to be your girlfriend, not your case, not your friend, not your neighbor, not anything that puts me at less than five meters from you! I have never in all my life gone to bed with a guy I wasn't emotionally attached to. You were the first. And yesterday I hurt a nice guy for this. I ended with a man's self-esteem, one that I really wanted because of one this..."

“You didn't want,” he adds, taking a step back.

No, idiot, it's precisely because you want him that you ruined Jungkook's pride. That's what you meant to say. But you don't. The cold, distant tone in his voice sounds like a warning, sweeping away in that insanity what momentarily had taken possession of you. His expression is identical. Cold, calculated, shows nothing but indifference and annoyance. You over there, pouring a bunch nonsense and waiting for him to react, you don't know, deny, protest, argue, shut you up with a passionate kiss. But no, Namjoon doesn't do any of that, simply stand still and impassive, listening to every nonsense that came out of your mouth.

“I didn't know you were still repulsed by going to bed with me. I thought that things had changed," he says minutes later, in such an indifference that make you shiver. “I'm sorry I insisted."

"Where are you going?" You scream, running after him, terrified, as he turns to leave.

"Where did you send me? Anywhere away from you."

"So that's it, Namjoon? Don't you have anything else to say? Won't even try to make me change my mind? You'll just turn your back on me and accept everything I've said in a nice way?"

"I'm sorry I messed up your romance with Jungkook," he says, while walking. "Will not happen again."

You stop on the floor, filling your sandals with dirt. The heart beating so fast it hurts.

"Are you... are you breaking up with me?" You ask, wavering.

He stops, turning slowly to face you, and laughs, but the sound is scary, icy and makes your skin crawl with fear.

"You can't finish something you never started, Y/n," he sentences, before following his path, disappearing into the darkness.

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Wah nooo!! :(( Utahime will now think Y/N is a liar and thinks that she is just making everyone around her a villian, then y/n will lose her too :< I mean maybe but not yet hahshshs. I can help but imagine a scene where Y/N will just breakdown in front of sachi because of too much stress/pressure/hate.

S: Why mama sad?

Y/N: Everyone hates me, baby. Do you think mama is a bad person?

S: Nooo. 'Cause mama gives me a lot of milk, kisses, hugs, and loves me very much and I love mama very much too.

Y/N: Promise you won't leave me too, ok?

Or something like that :(((. OR (I'm not sure if Y/N visits her mom's grave but...)

Like she'll be talking to her mom saying thinks like "I'm such a horrible person, you must be so disappointed at me" And wishing that she could hug her and tell her everything will be alright.

+ I forgot to send this ask last last time but I'm so happy for Sera even though I still dislike her HAHSJSHHS, also I really thought that Y/N will take her as a model if she started her clothing line. But after reading the ask about sera's reaction about the hate to Y/N and I can't believe that she still has that attitude!! I can't even believe that sukuna likes her like?!?!?! :,) I do think it is better if she just stay away from Y/N

++ to momjo, I guess just say whatever you want? ಥ‿ಥ I'm just saying that she'll probably regret it soon (hopefully). She saying to utahime that it was better if satoru met her first was like a big slap in the face. Why did she got so mad when Y/N said that is it because it's true? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Lowkey think that momjo or getou will probably be like "Satoru's happy now and now you want to ruin that too??!" Or something like that in the future chapter maybe after gojohime become a thing (I mean I'm against and hurt with that ship but there is a HIGH possible in the sy for the ANGST) yes we know you saint HHAHSHSH :,)

+++ I like you too utahime but please don't leave Y/N :((. And don't get carried away so easily 'cause satoru just complimented you because he reminds you of HIS WIFE >:D I'm not mad yet but maybe in the future HAHSHSHHS

++++ to that snake nurse, I'll wait for you outside I just wanna talk ok :D

+++++ NAOYA BABAHWHHAHAHSHS. Hilarious and dramatic as always. I agree to mai that he is mean and ugly (jk:)))) can't wait to see how he will react seeing sera :D

++++++ TOJI- 👀 (that ending wasn't enough, I need more!! HaHAHSHSH but still ✨YN×Satoru endgame✨)

++++++ SACHI IS SO CUTE I WANNA SQUISH HIS CHEEKS AND GIVE HIM BEAR HUGS!!! ANDDDD My heart melted during the interaction of him and his father it's so cute🤧 how I wish that everything was like that :<

+++++ you were right about SY is like the start of SN all over again 'cause the general don't see it from Y/N's diana shoes ;) jk her POV like from the start of SN T^T and there are only few people who do understand Y/N but they're slowly drifting away/distancing :<. Same with Satoru I guess :// anyway- jkkk but yes I feel hurt and so much pain for the both of them. Especially to poor innocent sachi. (I just noticed that us readers are like geto and ieri fighting who to side on HAHHAHAHAHSHSH)

I should be doing my papers but here I am stressing over this T^T but yes angst is my comfort and coping mechanism for the constant burnout of college.

It's ok saint it doesn't hurt that much, it only feels like huge bite of a dinosaur. :')))))

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OKAY REVIEW TIME! This chapter-like always-continues to be excellent in everything, I feel like a lot of things are currently being set up for later, the building and disintegration of certain relationships as well as other plot points. I think one of the best things about your writing is how multiple points of views exist without one being exalted over one. Both team Gojo and team y/n have their rights and wrongs in their defense, but they are all understandable in their own way. We haven’t really seen how y/n’s family feels at the moment, but we do see how momjo and Geto feel a sense of guilt that they project on to y/n in order to deflect their own feelings of guilt and helplessness. Are they justified in their anger? Probably lying about an abortion is a huge mess and the consequences are not overblown in how they are playing out but are they right in blaming y/n for everything wrong with Gojo? I personally don’t think so I think a point is being made that Gojo was already in a bad state from before marrying y/n but again it’s all very conflicting so good job on that. I’m personally team neutral but I do sympathize with y/n as well as the people who had to see someone they love continuously hurt himself as he suffered the consequences of his actions. I think an important part is that just because someone makes up for their mistakes and changes that doesn’t mean they’re automatically owed forgiveness, but this can also be applied to y/n as well. Now onto the next part- y/n and Toji. I think they’re so tragic in how they’re both in love with other people but still try to move on from that and love each other… only for it to be a complete mess. They have a good relationship but there’s so much going on around them that I feel like any relationship would be extremely strained, but it is sweet how Toji continues to protect y/n and be there for her. Now there are people that I feel like don’t really like how Toji wanted to release his frustration with y/n but I cannot lie, it’s hot as fuck I’m sorry. As a graduate from Saintobio university I know that a little toxicity makes things 10x hotter so I hope there’s smut next chapter yes this is me folding 🙈. No but seriously again great job you were always a great writer but I can really see how you’ve progressed so so much since the beginning of sincerely not. Happy writing <3

Anonymous said

ahhhhh i have so much to say but i’ll keep it short:

each parent is essentially looking out for their child. yn’s dad in sn and gojou’s mum now

to them it’s always going to be the other persons fault no matter what their child did

tbh when it comes to parenting, your baby’s safety and health will always be more important than everything else hence the clouded judgement and irrationality

it’s an endless cycle of he did she did 🥲

well done on capturing this so well! ❤️ another successful chapter to make us all sob! 😂

@shingekinocats said

Aaaahhhh i just wanna say that I recently found your work and I'm so in love with sy and sn, it had me crying, the angst is real!!

I really love Utahime in the canon universe so seeing her portrayed another way has me conflicted lol, either way, I can't wait to see what happens next!

btw....i have my suspicions regarding whatever relationship might happen between Utahime and Gojo, since the only people that are "supportive" of them have been Momjo and that rude nurse who obviously dislikes y/n, so I'm not that afraid....yet 🥺

either way, keep up the good work ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Anonymous said

TW: mild spoilers from chapter 2

The fact that I feel like Satoru and Utahime might happen is giving me a headache. There’s nothing wrong with it but it’s just like, I need Satoru and Y/N to talk things out first when he gets his memories back. Like I honestly feel like they’re both better off without each other and without anyone else for a while. Like I can see them coparent perfectly well and fine but I don’t think I can accept them together with someone else.

And your writing is so good!!! I love your series and I hope you keep doing what you’re doing! Sending positive energy!!

Anonymous said

This chapter… wow the possible complication and the amount of drama of this “pretend we’re still married” Gojo’s mom suggested will really give a big blow later own. Although anevitable given the situation but still not right for Gojo’s mom to blame it all to yn when she also have a contribution to Gojo’s mental state and didn’t even consider yn’s current situation and opinion. I can also see that Gojo’s mom will regret this. Just imagine all those memories suddenly coming all back at once will definitely hurt 100000000x more after having a taste of that perfect happy family yn will play at. My boxes of tissue is ready for this Saint. Thanks for an amazing chapter. And also kinda sad that Sachiro didn’t even know Satoru’s first name. Huhu

Anonymous said

Honestly, I'm kind of waiting until sy is done before reading. Can't take anymore of this for a bit 😂

Like the whole yn stans vs gojo, gojohime stans is tiring and draining. And honestly, I just want yn to be happy. I don't really get (from a personal standpoint, cause from the plot and fun point it's amazing) the whole making yn suffer more. It gets old reading/watching stuff where the woman who suffers a lot in a relationship still suffers for the same man that abused her in different ways after leaving said man. Like, why should Gojo get to now have a new relationship and a chance at happiness all bc he went through hell as consequence of his own actions? All while yn has to fight once again for her mental health and happiness? And as if that wasn't enough, get Gojohime rubbed in her face as if to prove something 🤨 (whether yn ever hid his son from him or not cause that was out of preservation, Gojo did fucked up things bc he wanted to and bc he didn't really respect her until the drowning scene and all that happened after)

I just want my girl to grab her stuff and go back to NYC and forget all about that beautiful asshole. OR everyone on their knees apologizing jkjk 😂 but yeah, i know this will be another great series, Saint. I'll wait till the end to read it. Please take care and don't forget to do your hand stretches and drink lots of water ❣️

-🍷

Anonymous said

I think Getou and satoru’s mom don’t realize that there was healthy way of ending mc’s and Satoru’s relationship. When he was asked for a divorce he should have gone with that and he would be able to see his son and also could prevent TojixMC. I don’t really find them being even slightly right, the most selfish thing mc has done was this and that’s it, while Satoru was selfish from the start to the very beginning. And also, pointing out that mc should have never met with Satoru 🤪 like, they were friends since childhood and what’s she’s on actually. She has to take pink sunglasses and see that from the very start Satoru was in the wrong and that’s the reason why all these happened.

Anonymous said

Yooo I loved this chapter!! I’m honestly not even mad at utahime and wouldn’t be mad if she and Gojo ended up together. (That nurse can go choke tho) I feel that with all the stuff y/n’s gone through she truly has changed as a person, and I think that Toji is probably the right person for her to be with, if they can get over their respective partners enough to not let them influence their lives. Gojo’s mom on the other hand really had me wanting to tussle with her. Like if we’re really gonna play the blame game, then her abandonment of Gojo is a major reason why he turned out the way he did. And y/n actually calling her out on that was great, I love it when she stands up for herself. I think it’s so strange how she can just automatically forget how kind of person y/n truly is because she made an (admittedly bad) choice that hurt satoru. Like I get it, but at the same time, the lack of emotional maturity from someone that much older really confuses me. She got the chance to move on and be happy at the expense of her son, but y/n does it and it’s suddenly the worst thing ever like… same with Geto. Like at least Shoko understands that keeping the secret wasn’t okay, but there was sound reasoning for making it and rather than demonizing both parties, they should work on getting them the help they need. Idk maybe it just hits super close to home to see someone demonized for making a decision for themselves to leave a toxic situation. Anyway loved this chapter and Toji can get it anytime. Rest up and drink lots of water Saint!!

Anonymous said

I’ve sent anons in the past stating how I think that y/n lying about an abortion was a good idea story wise because it balances out the damage that satoru and y/n have done to each other but I have to ask, are the scene between geto and shoko and y/n and momjo done on purpose? Because it seems to me that it meant to convey how there’s a lot of misdirected anger towards y/n, both about how geto and momjo feel like they failed to be there for gojo, with y/n acting like a scapegoat. Again I’m not minimizing what y/n did because I think she was very very wrong for lying about her abortion (although I do understand her and why she did I just don’t agree) and I’m part of #team neutral. This was a great chapter <3

Anonymous said

Hi Saint!! Loved the new chapter of SY! Your plot is so complicated that it makes me nervous and excited to think about the possibilities. I was reading up on pregnancies with heart conditions, and I was wondering, what could’ve happened had y/n decided not to fake the abortion and instead dealt with satoru trying to apologize or not letting her heal and grow? I know that her angina was triggered by stress, but could something bad have happened to her and sachi? Also, idk if this is a spoiler, but why exactly is the public so fixated on making y/n the bad guy? Is her heart condition public knowledge at all? (Not that it should have to be for people to treat another person so horribly) it’s just terribly baffling to think about why people have so much hate and negativity for someone they don’t even know, nvm someone who’s been cheated on and emotionally abused.

sorry it took me long to respond and i wasn’t able to reply to u all but i really really do appreciate these messages 🥺 these varying opinions are very interesting to read <33

as for the last anon, her heart condition isn’t really known by the public, but they “hate” her bc it’s rooting from jealousy and the fact that people are jumping to conclusions that her marriage failed bc of her own shortcomings. none of them rly understand the full story. also, if she did stay with gojo at the time, it would be very difficult for her pregnancy since she’s physically and emotionally fragile (more fragile than gojo currently is in sy) so we can only imagine the risk she’s putting sachiro through if she was continuously surrounded by negativity.

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours #tw.suicide #tw.abortion

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RE: JIKOOK RED FLAGS 2021

Red flags huh... Kindly hold for me while I transfer your complaints to the Jikook script development team in South Korea. Lol

Seems the fanservice is not fanservicing with the fans and customers.

Bang PD must be doing a shitty job with these subpar edited scripts apparently.

Red flags in Jungkook's behavior towards Jimin... hmmm.

Unable to justify Jungkook's acts...

What the fuxk does that even mean, justify??

Why do we have to justify his behavior? He is not before the Volturi 😫

I wish OP had pointed out some of these red flags so I could better understand their point of view and share my thoughts on them.

'Jimin deserves real friends and not fake smiles like Jungkook does.' Alright then!

Is she saying Jungkook is fake or what?

What makes him fake?

If Jungkook is fake why is OP using Tae Kook as a cautionary tale for Jikook?

Dude couldn't fake his relationship and friendship with Tae in Tae Kook, couldn't keep the fan service and public facade of their relationship going even though I'm sure everyone would have preferred that especially the company and their shippers and yet somehow he is keeping up pretenses in Jikook? Is he fake in his other ships too or is it just in Jikook??

This argument is a slight variation of the Jikook is fanservice but every other ship in BTS is real narrative running loose in the fandom. Jk is real in every other ship but when it comes to Jimin he is faking it with him.

I think the company you keep says more about who you are than the people you surround yourself with. I hope OP gets that much.

People who often keep fake friends and hold on to superficial connections is as a consequence of low self esteem and lack of self love.

If Jungkook really is fake and Jimin still keeps him around the way he does then Jimin needs to love himself. For real.

Jimin used to be that guy and he's addressed this several times in interviews and in conversations. He was that guy with low self esteem who didn't love himself. He just said recently that he once cried infront of his parents because he felt people only wanted to be friends with him when they want something from him.

For a while now, since October last year, he's been talking a lot about fake friends, friends who only use him or befriend him with an agenda, aren't consistent in his life and how he has come to the realization the members of BTS are his only true friends.

I'd assume such revelations come with internal growth or at least flows from it. He is not that same insecure boy anymore.

I think if Jungkook really was such said fake friend we would be seeing a change in JM's attitude towards him and not the other way round.

Truth is, they've both changed in subtle ways. They've both grown and matured a lot. I used to think Jungkook was catching up to Jimin but they are on different growth paths it seems. Jimin has had a lot of work to do on himself as much as JK has.

Seems to me OP just has a problem with Jungkook. Can't help her with that.

Either that or they are just disguising hate and insecurities as legitimate concerns and worry for Park Jimin.

Rather than worry about Jungkook or hate him, I think they should worry about Jimin and pray for him to grow, learn and evolve- he can make better decisions like choosing the right friends or in this case boyfriend if he loves himself.

Personally, I think Jungkook is a good person. I think he is one of the realest dudes out there. Down to earth. Wants what he wants. Quirky. Funny. Assertive.

Jimin has his charms too.

They work well together.

When it comes to JK I think Jimin gat this. Jimin is a big guy. He literally got this man down on his knees begging soaking wet in the rain asking for him to take him back after a fight- I think he's good. He can handle himself and he can handle his boyfriend.

Thanks for the concern but you got nothing to worry about. Jikook are in safe hands with each other.

And I hope by all these red flags talk OP is not talking about the hug in Run, JK complaining about the other teams having Jin and Hobi on their team or him hitting JM with the ping pong balls in the coming Run aired days earlier on Korean television.

If that's the case then I sure hope s/he had the same energy when JK was tryna hug JM and JM was pushing him away in the blackswan behind scenes shoot- thank God Jungkook didn't back down. THANK GOD!

I hope they had the same energy when JK reached out to fist bump JM in the same run episode and JM didn't respond. I hope they had the same energy when JM on several occasions said he wanted to be teams with Tae and not JK. When he said he preferred to travel with Tae, go to Japan on a trip with Tae. When he literally had Tae drive JM away from the Kitchen when he they were cooking...

If we are gonna be anal about these things and call them red flags each time then damn Jikook never liked eachother and JM hates JK as much as JK hates JM-which I know she knows for facts it's total bonkers.

Quit playing around anon.

If sis knew at all what red flags in Tae Kook's relationship looked like or was like they wouldn't be here comparing Jikook and Tae Kook first and foremost and they wouldn't be spewing the hate in disguise they are calling concern for JM.

The only people Tae Kook in Soop came as a surprise to were the people who thought there was something between Tae Kook in the first place or those who didn't notice when things had started to go south between them. Which sometimes happens with Jokers I feel, especially when they can't tell when Jikook are not together.

I mean, unless OP is tryna say Jikook are not together or have broken up right about now. In which case, I respect their opinion but I have to humbly disagree.

In my opinion Jikook revert back to being 'friends' when they are not together and they kinda get extra nice and flirty with eachother as one or both of them would be trying to get the other back from my observations. (Don't take this as fact. Just my opinion🤓)

How is flinging a bunch of ping pong balls at your ex a way to get them back???🤣

How is implying you don't want to be teammates with an ex a way to get them back. Lmho.

I mean unless JK got his Taylor Swift on

When the wounds are fresh, they try to put up boundaries especially JK. He attaches himself to Tae, Jin or Hobi for that emotional support. In my opinion. Chilee💀

Usually you have one or two members looking out for Jk or whichever one is hurting and they try to intervene or insert themselves in between them when they notice one of them acting sneaky around the other. Cough. Jimin. Cough. Cough.

I think it's established now that Jimin can or used to fake interactions with people, keep fake friends around him, give to them, act lovingly with them even when he knew they weren't vibing with him like that. Part of that kumbaya schtick he had going on.

Makes you wonder the things he put up with in Jikook right?

Shouldn't come as a surprise if he kept it rolling with JK even if they weren't together. Dude had a habit of embellishing and glossing all over their relationship, exaggerating certain things, over expressing himself...

May be JK hasn't change changed, may be Jimin just stopped glossing over things like he used to.

May be y'all are just seeing the real dynamic of Jikook for the first time. Because to some of us, this has always been Jikook.

Their front hugs has always been awkward. I mean shut, it was a running joke in the fandom. Jk couldn't hug Jimin from the front, only from the back. He'd tense up when Jimin touched him. Couldn't look JM in the eye unless he was feeling feisty.

They've always roughhoused. Do you know how many times Jungkook scolds JM in the day?

Do you know how many times Jimin hits Jungkook in a day?

He hits JK when JK compliments other members besides him.

He hits him when Jk looks dashingly handsome and leaves him breathless.

He hits him when he is horny.

Hell sometimes he hits him for no damn reason.

'If I hit you hug me' or whatever he said there.

Jungkook does the same thing.

Did you not see him hit Jm when Jimin said he looked erotic in a photo?

Don't you hear Jimin or the members talk about Jungkook lifting them and tossing them around.

When JM says, Jungkook you so strong how do you think he came to that realization?

These are two men dating. Jimin is not a woman. Y'all don't expect Jk to treat him like he is a gal.

Just admit that you are not used to the masculinity in both of them or seeing them act like two men dating eachother. Heteronormativity is a bitch.

They are men. They are competitive. They are aggressive and you are gonna see that play out between them.

As for Tae Kook...

It's was glaringly obvious that boundaries was at the heart of their issue. Tae was doing things JK wasn't happy about and JK was equally doing things Tae was not happy with.

If you love someone show them you've changed.

Change was all JK was looking for.

These are seven boys together all day all year, living within the same space breathing down each other's necks- add all that wandering hands and touchiness culture and there were bound to be conflicts over boundaries amongst them especially as each came into their own.

You don't need a crystal ball to figure that one out.

Jungkook often talked about his boundaries and how Tae wouldn't 'respect' them every now and then. He talked about how JM respects his boundaries and would stop doing certain things he didn't like the moment he asked him to but then Tae wouldn't listen to him and keep going at it.

It's cute at first when two people interact that way, feeds shippers and all but when it becomes a pattern of behavior, a pattern of one person constantly pushing the limits of the other person's patience it's problematic.

That's what a redflag looks like.

The worst part is when their shippers started glorifying those moments of clear boundary breaches and started trivializing it like it meant nothing- not to mention them bullying anyone who so much as mentioned that that was becoming a problem in their relationship.

You couldn't so much as utter a word without being branded a Tae anti.

And no, that's not what we are doing to op💀

There is a difference between noticing and pointing out how one person's actions is affecting another member and merely expressing discontent with how one person treats another- which is what op doing in my opinion.

Jimin is not expressing any concerns over JK- not that I am aware of, and yet here OP is complaining about the way JK expresses himself with regards to JM.

Are these things she is pointing out something JM has a problem with or something she personally has a problem with?

If it's not an issue for JM why is it an issue for OP?

Tae talked about JK ignoring him behind cams- clearly he wasn't too happy about that, JM's reaction to that was telling that that remark was passive aggressive as fuck or perhaps he thought it wasn't appropriate for him to say that on camera, who knows.

If you have a problem with someone, especially someone you are bandmates with tell them. Communicate. Tae wasn't doing that.

Tae Kook were communicating. And by the way, it wasn't just Tae Kook. Vmin weren't communicating too. Same as NamHope.

How many times have Hobi said he feels awkward with RM?

Did JM not call Tae ought for not coming to him with a problem he had with him in the past?

There were moments when you could see Tae's face drop in sadness over something JK would say but then he wouldn't address it or bring it to his attention and things would fester...

Real or not, these are people and people relate with eachother based on social principles and etiquettes. Establishing boundaries being at the heart of those principles just as RM explained in their KBS interview.

For any relationship to flourish there ought to be clear cut boundaries and a conscious effort on both parts to respect and honor those boundaries.

Tae Kook weren't communicating those boundaries and when one of them did the other wouldn't respect it at all and you could tell that from the things they said and did around eachother.

Jk didn't have to say certain things Tae did that he disliked that was affecting their bond, if you had eyes and paid enough attention you could see it as clear as night and day. It was in the passive aggressive comments, the underhanded remarks, the head tilting, the babying him when clearly he wanted to be treated as a full grown ass adult.

When JHope pulled JM into his laps, dotting on him in his live and called him his baby brother or something didn't Jimin tell him he couldn't be an a man, an adult if Hobi kept treating him like that?

Did you see the recent OT7 VLive? Did you see Tae commenting on how JK is a grown man now? Acknowledging the fact? At least now he is trying and making an effort to repair their relationship by respecting and treating JK as an individual- something this anon needs to learn to do too.

Jk does not exist for a ship.

Does JM cross JK's boundaries too? HELL YES. Does he test his patients? Hell yes. If you have eyes you can see when that happens and you can see how JM and JK reacts to those moments.

And you can also see when it's serious and when it's not.

It's all the difference between when they are together and when they are not.

JM for one isn't one to go out of his way to do things to make people hate him just as Suga said.

And for JK I keep saying he is one member who puts up boundaries alot in BTS for himself and for JM and the two people that often breach those boundaries is or used to be Tae and RM. In my opinion.

RM because well he's RM. Nerdish and socially awkward. Says the wrong things sometimes, jokes falls flat- if you've seen Jin nudge him to shut up about the comments he makes on the sexuality of Jimin you'll know what I mean.

Hobi and Suga, in fact all the members except Jimin have complained about how awkward they get with RM sometimes especially Hobi which is crazy because he and RM are Chingus.

Taekook's conversation in Soop was mostly over boundaries no? - Tae asking for JK to drop formalities with him and JK insisting on being formal with him.

Forget ships for a moment, Tae and JM are two completely different people who handle situations differently.

Tae kept saying how JM is his bestfriend, and yet he couldn't even master up the courage to tell JM he had a problem with JM 'stealing' the spotlight during their performances.

He had to send it in anonymously through KKul FM during festa. How embarrassing is that? Especially for JM who is particular and sensitive about his public image!

Jimin called him out on that and asked him why he didn't come to him personally to tell him he had a problem with that- as he should.

Tae wasn't really assertive. He isn't afraid to say his mind but when it comes to his own needs and wants he hesitates to demand things for himself. He is not- was not one to put himself out there it seems.

JK takes things personal too. Together it's recipe for disaster.

JM and Jungkook have totally different dynamics. They don't work the same way.

Jimin let's a lot of things slide especially when it comes to Jk for whatever reason- If you are looking for red flags that right there is one. In my opinion of course.

If ever JM decides to assert himself as the hyung in Jikook there is gonna be a sudden and drastic shift in their dynamic.

It's just as how JK asserting himself in recent times is causing a shift not only in Jikook but in all his other ships including Tae Kook.

And in case anon isn't aware, there has been a positive shift in Jikook's dynamics since October last year not just because of Jungkook but Jimin too.

Rather than crucify Jungkook like Tuktukkers did when he was asserting himself and insisting on his boundaries, complaining that he was hurting Tae- a path that inevitably led to Soop, may be OP should pay attention to why he is changing and what needs to be improved in Jikook to solve that problem- if even it's a problem.

Jimin likes to push JK's boundaries but he knows when to stop. It's who he is in general.

For Tae... He's had some growing to do in that department. I mean there is a reason JK and BTS used to call him an Alien. He deadass tried to zip up Jin's flap in the middle of a concert- out of love might I add. Lmho.

He talked about 'JM wants to come but I think JK is stopping him.' Still yells let's not look in the camera when he notices JK and JM doing whatever eye fuckery they love to do in 2020.

That to me is very antagonistic and bound to create problems for him and Kook if Kook feels antagonized by these actions.

Two plus two is four sis.

During dynamite when Tae accidentally pulled on his shoulder when JK was holding hands with JM behind Suga didn't you see JK's reaction?

Jimin and JK has referred to him as pure and innocent. He really is. He has a good heart and don't think much about the consequences of things as RM says.

Which is the exact opposite of JK or even JM.

Every ship has a unique dynamic.

A red flag in Tae Kook looks totally different from what I'd consider a red flag in Jikook, Vmin or any other ship. And a red flag in Jikook may not be a red flag in another ship.

All these 'new' changes people out here are wailing about honestly isn't new to some of us at all. This is Jikook, stripped back and raw. Yall just arent used to that aspect of their relationship is what it is.

Y'all are used to the highlight reels.

Y'all are used to the narratives of Jikook.

Jimin is not a woman. He is a man.

Jikook are TWO MEN dating eachother.

They are gonna lean into their masculinity at some point and you are gonna have to get used to it.

They are gonna roughhouse and that's okay too. Comes with the testosterone. Jimin is gonna hit JK's ass on his birthday and leave an impression- that's not abuse OP.

JK is gonna fling ping pong balls at JM and that's equally not abuse. It's how men play sometimes when there is less formality between them.

For as long as I remember this whole JK hates JM has always been part of the Jikook narrative.

Jimin lost his luggage and JK didn't even care.

JM did that and JK didn't even hold his hands. He has changed.

JK doesn't like JM blah blah blah.

Yall been saying this for years since 2014 when I joined the fandom and yet here we are.

If JK saying other teams had a competitive advantage over his team in Run and him bemoaning that in Run to you is a red flag all I can say is bless your hustle.

You are talking about a guy who rejoiced he had gotten Suga for roommates but ended up spending the night sleeping next to JM.

Same guy who said he wanted to ride with Tae ride in a car but then Tae had to drag his ass away from JM's car so he could share the ride with his soulmate.

Please feel free to freak out over your perceived 'red flags.' Time will tell if they really are. Time always tells.

I'm just gonna take a sip from my new virtual mug, root for Vmin, root for Tae Kook, all the while dodging the slaps from Jungkook and certain jokers when I say these things🤣

Seriously though, not to dismiss these issues raised by anon because I take red flags seriously as an alt-shipper. I can probably list several pages of red flags that can potentially lead to another Soop conversation between Jikook. it's just none of the things OP has mentioned in here fall within that list for me. But that's my POV. Her POV is totally valid too.

We are all shipping Jikook in a way that makes sense to us.

As for that run episode she is referring to, I've already shared my thoughts on it.

Jikook seemed excited at the start of the episode. Run editors pointed it out, RM mentioned they had been excited all morning before the shoot- indicating they were together and happy around eachother prior to the shoot. Therefore whatever put 'both of them off' if ever something did put them off during the filming had nothing to do with their feelings for each other. In my opinion.

Nam Jin have said on several occasions they don't like to be roommates and have wailed over being paired on several occasions and yet they live. Jikook will live.

Let's not disguise insecurities as constructive concerns.

Anywho.

Signed,

GOLDY

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