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Parallel Palpitations | V1; report i

pairings: dr. park jimin x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: romance, slice of life, humor

warnings: none to note

word count: 2k

g/n: this is just an intro basically ksjdfksjdf but i’d also like to inform yalls this coincides with the Subliminal in Scrubs universe (jk’s installment of TWA)

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Closing his locker with his foot, Jimin tries to carefully balance his books placed precariously on top of each other in his arms as he walks back to the dean’s office where he’s also arranging most of his stuff to take home. It’s already been a week since he’d officially graduated medicine from Busan National University, and he had only kept going back to school to gather all his belongings so he could start reviewing.

“Jimin, is that you?” The question almost knocks clumsy Jimin off his feet, surprised at how there was still any other person in the office besides Kyungjo who was also collecting his stuff to take home. Jimin sets all of his books down first on a desk and turns, only to come face to face with none other than Jeon Jungmin himself, associate professor and chairman of the Jeon Medical Center.

“Professor Jeon! Good evening Sir...It’s already late, professor?”

Jeon Jungmin laughs, patting Jimin on the back, “I was going to say the same to you kid. You should go home.” Jimin flashes the older man a small smile, “Ah...yes, Professor. I’m just grabbing the last of my stuff then I’ll be on my way. This won’t take long.”

“It’s fine, Jimin. The staff know you well anyways,” Jungmin sighs, then rests his weight on a pillar as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You know, Jimin...you’re a very bright student...I think even one of the best in Korea if I do say so myself.”

The young man momentarily pauses with what he’s doing, taking in the professor’s words, “Oh, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Sir.”

Jungmin chuckles as he shakes his head. “It’s true - you’re driven and you’re smart. It’s a fixed formula for someone who achieves great success in life later on. Your parents must be very proud. I would be too, if you were my son too.”

“Thank you, Professor. Everything I do, I do for my parents.”

The older man lets out a deep exhale and gives Jimin another pat on the back. “Just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be a fine doctor Jimin - and the Jeon Medical Center would definitely need fine doctors like you. I realized I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I really hope you will choose JMC for your post-graduate internship. We have a good program here,” Jungmin’s voice goes down to a whisper, “If you wish to, just let me know…”

Someone enters the office and bows to the both of them and recognizes the same man as the professor’s driver. The man collects the professor’s briefcase and coat with one nod of Jungmin. “Well, I’ll head off first, Jimin. I can give you a ride home if you’re done with those.”

Jimin shakes his head quickly, declining the one and only Jeon Jungmin’s generous offer. He’s unsure about the other offer though, but if he lets himself get a car ride home with the chairman himself, the latter might take it as a favorable answer to his proposal to which Jimin is still undecided. “No thank you Sir. I’ll be alright. This might still take a while after all,” Jimin says with an awkward laugh, tapping the top of the stack which was rivaling Jimin’s height.

“Alright Jimin. Get back home safely. And I...hope to see you again very soon.”

Jimin gives him a curt nod. “Good night, Professor.”

He continues on with his remaining tasks, wanting to finish quickly so he could finally go home and rest. “Is he gone?” Kyungjo’s voice startles Jimin, the book in his hands nearly causing the tower of books to collapse. “My god! Stop doing that!” Jimin scolds his friend as it wasn’t the first time Kyungjo’s sleuthing had given Jimin a fright.

“Yeah, he left already. You done with your stuff?”

“Uh-huh. All set and ready to step into the real world,” Kyungjo replies, waving his hands in the air. Jimin narrows his eyes at the other boy, judging him silently. Kyungjo has a particular inclination towards alcohol and Jimin wonders if today was one of the days where his friend indulges himself yet once again.

“Have you heard about his actual son? What was the kid’s name again...uh…” Kyungjo snaps his fingers in mid-air as Jimin asks what was the issue with the chairman’s son, likewise reminding Kyungjo it wasn’t best to talk about it in the dean’s office. “Ah! Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Heard that their relationship got so bad that Jungkook completely cut himself off from the family once he graduated high school and went to Yonsei instead of BNU because of his daddy issues.”

Jimin, unsure how to handle and process that kind of information, simply shakes his head at Kyungjo. “It’s wrong to gossip about other people's lives like that.” When Jimin looks over at his friend, Kyungjo is no longer listening, fumbling with the remote as he turns up the volume of the office television.

“In other news today, two thousand five hundred sixty one students of Seoul National University graduated this afternoon 25th of February, 2023. The ceremony was held at COEX Convention Center in Samsung-dong, Seoul to accommodate the number of graduates this year. With a yearly average of at least two thousand three hundred graduates, this year’s commencement ceremony records the highest number of graduates in the history of the national university.

“Not only did they record the highest number of alumni, but this year also marks the first year to have a foreign national graduate as the school’s valedictorian.” Jimin is listening just as intently as Kyungjo now with both boys focused on the TV screen. “Jeong Yeorum, also known as Summer Jeong by her colleagues, graduates with flying colors today from Seoul National University’s College of Medicine. Here is part of her valedictory speech this afternoon.”

A girl appears on screen and she stands behind the podium with a bright and reassuring smile on her face. “As we embark on the journey of the rest of our lives, I implore you all, to do what you love, because I believe it’s what you’ll do best. There will be countless times of trial, but keep in mind that perseverance will always prevail. Always aim for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Class of 2023, good luck. And remember, graduation is only the beginning.”

“Wow!” Kyungjo claps his hands enthusiastically as he marvels at the girl. “The twenty-six year old, who along with her family migrated to South Korea back in 2015 when her father was reassigned to an office here in Seoul. The valedictorian says she’s not entirely foreign to Korea as her paternal grandmother is actually a native of Jeju. Jeong Yeorum then attended a co-ed high school in Mapo District, where she likewise finished her secondary education with academic distinction.”

The reporters, equally impressed with the girl’s achievements, couldn’t help but add their own comments to the news report, “Wow...I guess some people are simply born for greatness.”

“I agree with you there, Dongho-ssi. We might be looking at the next Bae Jeonjoo, the only woman in the group of doctors who pioneered neurosurgery in South Korea. Ms. Jeong Yeorum, if you are seeing this, we’re rooting for your promising career. Fighting!”

As soon as the news anchors proceed to report other news, Kyungko turns off the television and mentions the time. “Well, she was pretty cute, wasn’t she? Totally my type! Maybe when we get to Seoul to review, we’ll get the chance to meet her...and make her my girlfriend!”

Jimin rolls his eyes at Kyungjo, placing a firm grip on the shoulder, “My friend...you are either drunk, hungry, or high. Either way, you should go home. Don’t worry about me, I’ll just close up here.”

Kyungjo shrugs his shoulders. “You’ll still go, right? To Seoul?”

“I will. Don’t worry.” Jimin gives the other boy a reassuring nod.

“Still half half with the rent, a’ight? I’ll be counting on you, Jiminie...and don’t let me down. Also, tell me when you’re leaving for Seoul so I know when I’m not supposed to bring hot city girls home...they have the tendency to be...loud sometimes.”

This boy was definitely high, and whatever substance he’s taking, Jimin wants none of it.

“That’s your cue, Kyungjo. Go home and take a cab instead.”

“I can drive! I’m not high or drunk!” Kyungjo puts his hands up in the air in defense. “Hey, look, I can even moonwalk!” He proceeds to dance wildly as he exits the office, leaving Jimin questioning how he even became acquainted with Kyunjo in the first place.

You barely hear the sound of your name being called on stage when the audio of Hoseok’s loud whooping completely dulls that of your professor’s. “Oppa! Nobody would be able to make out my name with your audio input!” Playfully shoving your cousin’s phone back into his hands, you continue to mumble your complaints about the poor video quality.

Indignant with your words, Hoseok retorts, “Hey! I’m not a professional videographer, alright? What’s important is the actual moment happening and not how the moment was captured!” Hoseok hooks an arm over your neck, bringing your head to his chest as he gives you a noogie. “Oppa, my hair!!”

Pulling yourself away from his grasp, you quickly pat your hair down but not delivering a solid smack on Hoseok’s back. As you’re fixing your hair, you weren’t able to put much thought into where you were walking, ultimately, and accidentally bumping into someone in a blue and black graduation robe similar to yours.

Quickly, you look up, apologizing profusely at the person. “Oh! I’m so sorry- I…” “It’s okay,” the guy smiles a little, “_________, right?” You’re sure the surprise is evident in your face when he mentions your name when he barely even talked to you during the entirety of med school. “Yes! I mean...hello, Jungkook..” Clearing your throat, you quickly think of something to divert the impending awkward silence, “Well...um, congratulations to you for graduating as the batch valedictorian!” It now dawns on you that he really did graduate on top of the class, “Wow! You’re real smart!” comes your thoughts, unconsciously voicing them out.

‘You’re real smart?’ Really? That’s the best you could’ve done?

Jungkook chuckles, slightly taken-aback by your audible observation. “Oh yeah...um, thanks.” From behind you, you hear Hoseok clear his throat before speaking up. “Hello!” You hang your head low momentarily, already imagining Hoseok making fun of you later for this.

“Right, Jungkook, this is my cousin, Jung Hoseok. Oppa, this is my classmate - Jeon Jungkook.” The two men shake their hands briefly before Jungkook speaks up, “Well, I’ve got to go now. Congratulations to you too Soomin. And Jung Hoseok-ssi.”

As soon as Jungkook gets out of your sight, Hoseok nudges you with his elbow. “Please tell me that man was Jeon Jungmin’s son,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Nodding your head, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Got a crush on the dude?” Oh god. Here we go again.

“No! Jeez.”

“Why were you so awkward around him then?”

“We barely talked in class. Hell, I don’t even think we were within at least fifty meters from each other.”

“But he’s a handsome man?”

“Maybe you’re the one that’s got a crush on him?”

Hoseok glares at you.

“Do you think maybe you’d know which hospital he might be interested in taking his PGI? Woocheon perhaps?”

It’s your turn to glare at him. “I told you. This incident was only one of our very few interactions ever. I think the last time he talked to me was when he borrowed a pencil during a class and that’s it.”

“Well...if you’d discover where, let me know. Because if he does apply for Woocheon, and we’d happen to get the girl from SNU too....” Hoseok nods his head slowly, stroking his chin “Woocheon will have the A-Team interns this year, you included.”

You roll your eyes, resting your arm against the car door that Hoseok opens for you, “You really think that’s going to pay for you ruining my hair?”

“No, but you’re going to thank me if Woocheon manages to snag the dream team!”

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Secret Scarves Pt 1b

Pt 1 - Pt 1a

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… Knitting Bandit … Nearly to Christmas …

Two months after the glitter prank you found your thoughts still running to Fili several times, and the fact he was constantly keeping an eye on you made it harder for you to relax like you used to. Especially with Legolas, Ori and Nori all sharing more and more how your accidental or unintentional actions and wordings had brought out a teenage like swooning fit from one of them. All this found your knitting habit growing incredibly, that day you had finished your latest hat, a deep maroon one, that all you could imagine about it was that it would look perfect against his gold hair. In between your classes you found yourself within touching distance of him, which gave you an interesting idea.

It was another gorgeous day at Greenwood University. You spent your walk to your Physics class admiring the falling leaves around you. Feeling the crisp air around you even through your deep green sweater and your silver scarf and your leather coat on top with your long curly black hair bouncing around you with a deep green knitted hat on top, your black jeans, thick maroon knitted socks up to your knees with black high heel boots on top. Even with the five inch heels you enjoyed wearing you were still barely 5′7 leaving you nearly a foot shorter than everyone else with your heels.

You weaved through the crowd of people spotting a flash of gold in the distance. Followed by the sound of Fili and his brothers’ laughter from the other end of the courtyard making your heart beat faster followed by you feeling a bit dizzy as you spotted his smile growing as he spotted his cousin Gimli and his massive red ponytail and matching scruffy braided beard, wrapping him into a hug. Your eyes darted away as you passed them continuing to your classroom.

…

As he greeted his cousin Gimli he spotted you again, the woman plaguing his every thought and dream since you shoved him. Walking through the courtyard as the red and gold leaves surrounded you, spotting a small spark running through your eyes as you glanced at the falling leaves. He wished so greatly that you would look at him like that, he hoped one day he would see you smiling at him that way.

He snapped out of his conversation with his cousin as he spotted the time and headed for his next class, usually finding himself crossing your path once again. But this time he didn’t spot you, he continued on as his heart sank until he felt something touch his head. He reached up and grabbed it off his head, seeing the Maroon knitted hat, glancing around at the now nearly empty courtyard, he gripped it tighter placing it into his bag and heading for his class. Barely able to focus between his thoughts of you and his new hat, inspecting every inch of it. By the end of class he slipped it on and headed out for his next class with his brother in their uncle Dwalin’s class.

Kili did a double take as he spotted him, “Where’d you get the hat”

Fili, “Someone just put it on my head.”

Kili, “Hmm.” they headed into the classroom as Dwalin spotted him, walking over, “What’s with the hat? I buy you one for Christmas, and you’re too pretty for it. Now you show up with that one.”

Kili chuckled as Fili answered, “Someone slipped it on my head before my last class.”

Dwalin crossed his arms and let out in a growl, “Take your seats.” as he walked back to his desk.

…

You sat in your class and glanced at the picture of Fili you had snapped after slipping your hat on his head, smiling at the look of confusion across his face as he touched the hat. Switching the camera off as Ori sat down next to you.

Ori, “You seem happier today.”

“Just planning something.”

“Need some help?”

A smirk ran across your face, “Maybe later, I’ll let you know.” your happiness making him smile as he smiled in return at how close you two had become.

…

After the end of your classes you took Dwalin by surprise barging into his class just as he was leaving for the day. His brows rose curiously eyeing your slightly askew ponytail drooping to the side, frazzled state and the familiar jacket covering you. Stopping at his desk you pointed at the jacket, “Do you know whose coat this is?”

He nodded, “That’d be Kili’s.”

Your brows furrowed before you remembered Kili usually using that class to text his girlfriend way in the back row of that class behind you. Though today you’d sworn you’d heard him whisper something to you after you’d fallen asleep in class, contorted into an awkward shivering pile with your legs pinned against the attached desk. Your late night gym session hadn’t help you sleep at all and thankfully your last two courses were nothing but exams giving you at least a few naps before heading home to work on yet another assignment. “You wouldn’t happen to run into him after school would you?”

He nodded, “We’re neighbors, him, Fi and the two Ri’s.”

Your brow rose causing him to shift on his feet curiously, “You’re Ori’s neighbor?” The hours of admitions of you’re being perfect for his neighbor after his hearing you play the piano tucked in a corner of your library, a neighbor that plays the harp beautifully enough to make anyone cry.

He nodded, “Me and Thorin.”

After a sharp inhale you tried and failed to ask casually, “Which one of you plays the harp?”

His brows furrowed through his puzzled smirk causing his arms to cross, “Thorin.”

With a sharp exhale you blurted out, “That ass.” Then turned and went to walk to the door as Dwalin couldn’t help but laugh at your stop when Thorin entered his doorway and smirked at you.

Thorin nearly purred, “Miss Pear.”

His eyes shifted to Dwalin as he walked closer saying, “The ass himself.”

Looking down at you again Thorin’s brows raised curiously before his smile grew at your growing blush as you stammered back, “I did not call you an ass!”

Dwalin nodded with another chuckle, “Aye, ya did.”

“No, it..” you sighed, “The ass is Ori.”

Thorin crossed his arms with an amused smirk, “Really now? How’d he manage that?”

Dwalin, “Apparently it’s got something to do with you and your harp.” Earning another curious glance from Thorin which gained a confirming nod in return.

“I, am not getting into this. Bad enough with them.” You walked past Thorin as they chuckled again through your exit.

Thorin eyed your rapid walk and blindly asked his cousin, “Why’s she in Ki’s coat?”

Nearly twenty feet away you called out sharply, “Kili’s coat!” In your turn they chuckled again watching you walk through the stunned group of students heading for their cars before moving on again. Through the door you shrugged out of the coat and gripped it, eyeing Thorin, the closer of the two who turned to face you completely dropping his hand as he did. The hand you were going to pass it to was now around his thigh but that did nothing to stop your determined urge to pass it to him and flee promptly. So naturally your hand continued its former path to land firmly across his pecs widening his smile as they held in their chuckles at your deepening blush as you mumbled, “Your hand moved.”

Dwalin couldn’t help but chuckle as he fired back, “Good thing you didn’t aim lower.”

Inhaling sharply you straightened up feeling your hair shifting through your goose bumps as Thorin’s hand rose to land on the coat, brushing his fingers along the back of your hand and unclenching fingers smiling at you adoringly in your rapid turn and hurried bouncing path back to the door where Thranduil blocked your way and smiled instantly at your current pinking state. Through his amused smile he asked, “Everything alright? I heard shouting.”

Dwalin drew his eye as he responded, “She had Ki’s coat, Thorin plays the harp and Ori’s an ass.” He glanced at you with a wink when you glanced back at him, ��Did I get it all?”

You forced a sarcastic smile back at him before mumbling, “I have to go” only to squeak through your crash into Thranduil’s chest when Fili and Kili stepped around him to join their Uncles waiting for a lift home again. As soon as you’d bumped into him he let out an awkward chuckle when you stepped back hearing Fili and Kili asking what was going on before Kili glanced at his coat resting over Thorin’s shoulder and cheerfully said, “My coat!” Then quickly pulled it on and smiled watching you meet Thranduil’s eye then rest your hand on his left elbow to keep him in place as you walked around him.

Without a word you exited the room and got lost in the crowd in your path to wait for your Uncle by his car, one that was already gone reminding you of his date after his last class, signaling your turn to walk home trying to shake off your blush from first the conversation and second your obvious reaction to contact with them.

…

You spent the next week covering him in scarves and hats daily as you snuck past him, adding to his confusion, and to your collection of reaction photos. Today you had invited Ori over to finish your project, you left the room to get some snacks for you two, leaving the photos for him to choose from across the table. Ori flipped through them, stopping on one that drew his attention. Out of the endless black and white photos you had both snapped. Pulling it out seeing a bright blue scarf wrapped around his cousin’s neck, running his hand over it and smiling. You walked back in the room noticing the picture he was holding fighting the urge to pull yourself back into your box, as you smiled at him setting down the snacks.

Ori held the photo up to you, “You snapped a picture of my cousin?”

“Yes, I did.”

He nodded and his face twisted curiously, “Why?”

A smile twisted across your face, “I made the scarf. Wanted a reaction photo.”

A smile ran across his face “You’re the one whose been giving him the hats and scarves?” You nodded, “Is this payback for his glitter bombing Nori?”

“Not exactly. I knit when I get nervous, I have a mountain of hats and scarves and socks.”

“OOOH socks!!! He wears a size 9 shoe, make him socks, that will drive him crazy. I think I know where some old gloves of his are as well.” His growing on your scheme made you giggle.

After finishing your project you showed him the room full of your creations and he helped you pick your color pattern for next week.

…

Legolas, “You should do blue next.”

“Hmm?” Your head turned to find him holding one of your scarves.

“For Fili.”

You rolled your eyes laying across your bed that he happily sprawled out beside you, “Ori told you…”

“Ori knows?”

Your head turned to face him, “How’d you hear about it then?”

He chuckled softly, “Spotted it in your bag this morning. So how’d you come up with the plan?”

You shrugged, “Just had an extra hat in my bag and it popped in my head on my way to class when I was supposed to pass him again.”

After he glanced at your stack of yarn in your open chest along the wall he asked, “Any silver yarn?”

You met his gaze when he turned back spotting his plotting smirk, “Why?”

“Just wondering if you might be planning on anything, silver, for Christmas.” Your brow rose and he pulled out his phone seeing the message from his Father about their dinner plans with the Durins. He stood with a sigh pulling out a sweater from his bag he casually left on the foot of his bed after giving you a hug, “Gotta go.”

As you sat up you grabbed the sweater and followed him to the door asking, “Forgetting something?”

His eyes dropped to the sweater in your hand causing him to smirk at you, “Not mine.”

Your brow rose and you held it out and spotted Greenleaf across the back of what was obviously a rugby team sweater before you lowered it to catch his growing smile, “Leg!”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Like I said, not mine.” He winked at you, “Think about it, silver, Christmas…”

“Leg, I can’t keep this…”

He chuckled softly, “Better work fast then, it’s his favorite for lounging.”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Hold on then, I’ll draw an outline.”

He chuckled following you back to your room where you used a strip of ugly wrapping paper you had left to trace it and pass it back. “Sure you don’t want to keep it for a night or so?”

You fired back with a playful smirk of your own, “I am not snuggling in your Ada’s sweater.”

He nodded and reached over grabbing your body spray and gave it a few sprays then chuckled through your soft gasp before he winked and fled the apartment as you rolled your eyes and dropped onto your back across your bed groaning about his scheming. But sure enough by the next night you were visited by the equally as mischievous Ori and Nori. Both clutching their Uncle’s sweaters, along with pre-traced copies of them for you they left out and stole a few spritzes of their own when you were in the bathroom on their visit after having heard of the act from Legolas the night before.

… Ori managed to sneak you the gloves the next day and Fili was shocked the next day when he went home without a hat or scarf. His irritation rising as he made his way home, tossing his bag on the table next to Thorin and Dwalin locked in a hushed conversation about their favorite sweaters.

Thorin, Dwalin, “HEY!”

Fili whispered, “Sorry…” as he dropped down into his chair and Ori quietly turned on his camera on his phone to catch his reaction. He dug through his bag, stopping suddenly as his hand felt something at the bottom of it, gently pulling it out, a smile running over his face as he pulled out the purple to silver socks.

Thorin, “Why are you smiling?”

Dwalin, “Why are there socks in your bag?”

Kill ran over to inspect his present, “Ahh the Knitting Bandit struck again.”

Thorin, “Knitting Bandit?”

Dwalin, “Let me guess the person who’s been sneaking those hats and scarves on you each day?”

Fili, “Uh huh.”

Dwalin, “Still no clue who it is?”

Fili, Kili, “Nope.”

Thorin glanced over as he rubbed his neck, seeing Ori smiling at his phone as he sent you the picture. His brother Nori caught it, raising his eyebrow at him, and Ori shoot his head slightly trying not to tip off the others, Thorin fought back his smile as Dwalin caught on to his gaze, glancing at Nori and Ori then back at Thorin who shook his head slightly.

After they headed home for the night Dwalin dropped his papers on his desk and turned to his cousin, “Alright, what am I missing?”

“Ori snapped a picture of Fili.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, he knows this so called Knitting Bandit.”

A smile ran across Dwalin’s face as he crossed his arms and leaned on the table behind him, “So he’s finally getting them back then? Knew it would happen eventually, he’s certainly smart enough for it.”

…

Over the next few days he received more hats and scarves until there was another day without one, he got home and dumped out his bag out on the table, his face twisting as he didn’t find anything. He dropped into his chair and slowly shoved everything back into the bag, the obvious hurt look on his face made his cousins Kili and Nori and his Uncles looked over at him.

Kili put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “You alright Fi?”

Fili nodded and he reached up to pull of his jacket, as he did his hand grazed his pocket, feeling something made of yarn. He dug through his pocket and jerked out a pair of gloves, bright silver, Ori quietly snapped another picture which this time Dwalin spotted, as Fili’s face twisted into a bright smile as he pulled them on, “They fit perfectly.”

Dwalin mumbled, “Kind of like the pair I bought you a year ago.”

Thorin chuckled as he whispered to his cousin, “Let it go Dwalin.”

This time Nori got a good look at who his brother had sent it to smiling as the pieces slipped together, remembering the smile on your face the first day Fili got one of his gifts.

…

Nori managed to sneak it to Thorin that he had an idea about who was pranking Fili, making both of the Uncles laugh at the prank and your involvement.

The next day as you handed in your paper in Thorin’s class, he held you after informing you he had some extra credit work for you, as he had done several times before. He handed you the packet of sheets and smiled as you glanced over it, “So I hear you like to knit.” Your eyes snapped up to his and your mouth opened slightly making him chuckle again, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Shooting you a wink as you blushed turned and walked out still lost for words thinking to yourself, “How the hell did they manage to have an entire family of gorgeous men, and those eyes, those smiles”, but for Thorin, it was the voice that just melted you.

And apparently he had informed Dwalin and Thranduil as well, earning several knowing smiles and a few winks from them as well as they slipped you their extra credit as well adding to your nerves a bit and reminding you that Thranduil and his son were equally as tempting.

…

The day before a holiday break you were headed for your usual sneak attack when you spotted Fili in the parking lot from a window in the library, he was making out with the sister of a girl in your photography class, Kelli. You put your books back and quietly headed to your next class, taking your original path from before your knitting plan, feeling the air getting squeezed out of you. You managed to get through Dwalin’s class and packed your things, you nearly made it to the door until you felt it. You stopped in your tracks as your hand started shaking a bit and you let out a shaky breath, Dwalin spotted the tear running down your cheek as you continued walking to the door.

He managed to stop you as you walked out, gently grabbing your elbow, stepping in front of you, “Are you alright.”

Your lip started to shake and you covered your mouth as the tears started to fall down your cheeks, as you shook your head no, letting out a small squeak. He took in a deep breath, “You have Denethor’s next right?” You nodded, “I’ll message him, Let’s get you something to eat alright, get you calmed down, he’ll save the work for you.” He led you through a barely occupied back path to his car, then back to his place and made you a stir fry after having settled you into the softest chair he has as he messaged Denethor, who was more than willing to save you the work for you. As the food was finished cooking you had calmed down and had stopped crying.

He gave you more than a few helpings and tried to ask you about it but you simply told him, “It wasn’t important. I just over reacted. I’m better now thank you.” I’m sorry to have spoiled your lunch,” You said as he took your dishes and walked back to you.

He waved his hand and rubbed your arms, “No need to apologize, you haven’t spoiled anything.” as he wiped your cheek Thorin walked in through the door, spotting you and more importantly your tear stained cheeks, seeing a surge of rage fly over his face as he dropped his bag and walked over to you.

Thorin, “Are you alright?”

You smiled at him, “Better now. Professor Dwalin has been very kind.”

Dwalin turned to his cousin, “There’s food on the oven if you want some.” he glanced at his watch, “I have to get back, what’s your next class?”

“Photography with Professor Minnas.”

He nods and says, “I’ll let her know you’re going to miss it.”

“But..”

“No buts, you stay here and relax.” Pointing at you giving you a gentle but stern look, flashing the same smirk that made you feel your heart skip, showing his sweet side as you nodded and he turned to grab his things and leave.

Thorin came back to your side with a wet wash cloth and held it at your eye level, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” as he wiped off your cheeks and the small bit of your so called waterproof eyeliner you had smudged as you wiped your face earlier. Whispering, “Thank you.” Smiling again.

He gave you a concerned glance as he knelt before you, “What happened?”

You smiled again, “I was in the library and my heart broke a little.” He gently grabbed one of your hands as his gaze deepened into yours trying to be sympathetic for you but feeling a sting deep inside his chest, “I finished one of my favorite books, North & South. It still hurts every time I read it.” His face lightened into a small smile as he let out a quiet chuckle. “You should eat. I don’t want to spoil your lunch as well.”

A smirk ran across his face and you saw the same flash through his eyes as he spoke in the same gravely voice, “You could never spoil my lunch.” Making your heart skip again, then he stood and fixed himself a plate, glancing at you occasionally as his smile grew, sitting down at the table with a drink, as well shooting you a smile as you pulled out your homework and started to work on it, choosing to start on your art history extra credit first. Thorin’s smile grew as he saw you spinning a pen through your fingers while you thought of your best answer for the question you were stuck on.

You finally figured your answer out, noticing the attention that you were getting from the corner of your eye, as you scribbled down the start to your small paragraph of an answer. His mind remembering your handwriting, the beautiful slender cursive writing that filled your essays and assignments you had handed in.

“More extra credit?”

You looked up at him, “From Professor Thranduil.”

“So his, mine and Dwalin’s, that’s a lot of extra work for your packed schedule. Your class load is nearly double on normal first year graduate students.”

“My cousin Eomer works in a book editing company, I’m hoping to get my degree quickly so I can get started there.”

“So you’re going to edit other people’s work?”

“Part of the Company is also putting out short stories online, he needs a head writer, Most of my job is going to be the writing, he’ll also need graphic design person for ideas for possible book covers.”

He sets down his fork, turning to face you directly, “You write? I’d like to read something of yours sometime.”

You fought the blush trying to cover your cheeks, “I’m not sure I’m there yet in my writing.”

He smiled and nodded, taking his dishes to the sink adding them to yours and turning around watching you as you put your extra credit away as you noticed the time, “If you feel like that again, don’t hesitate to grab me or my cousin, you’re welcome here anytime.” You stood and nodded shooting him another smile as you pulled your bag over your shoulder, and he drove both of you back to school after letting you fix your make up, giving you a piece of paper with his and Dwalin’s numbers if you needed someplace to go or someone to talk to. You finished your last few classes, went to collect your homework and the printed sheets of notes Denethor printed out for you of his daily plans for his classes. Headed back home and boxed up your scarves and sweaters then taking them to a clothes donation site.

You went back home and boxed up your pictures of Fili and pulled out a stack of empty notebooks and decided to start practicing your writing and sketching instead of knitting choosing to start fresh. Silently hoping it would help you feel better after this unknown rejection to an offer you’d yet to make.

…

Fili had returned home yet again, though this time beating his family there, they arrived to see his furiously staring at his bag and his coat laying across the table in front of him.

Dwalin walked over to his Nephew, “No knitting Bandit?”

Fili, “No.”

Kili, “How was your rumble with Kelli?” shooting his brother a wink and a giving him a nudge.

Ori and Nori both tossed their bags down on the couch, both looking at their cousin, “Kelli?” they both asked.

Fili, “We have a class together. She’s been after me for months.”

Ori’s mouth opened and shut as he grabbed his bag and went into his room, his brother quietly following as their Uncles watched them curiously before slipping out to their apartment to speculate.

Ori set his bag down on his bed as he pulled out his phone and sent you a text.

“Are you alright, you missed class today.”

You quickly replied, “I’m better now, I wasn’t feeling well. Your Uncles helped me through it.”

“What was wrong?”

“Happened in the library, pushing myself too hard I suppose.”

“Nothing else?”

“No. What else would it be?”

He bit his lip and refused to type what he was thinking, “Nothing I can think of. Just Curious. Feel better, let me know. if you need anything.”

Nori, “Whats going on?”

Ori looked up at his brother, “Jaqi missed two classes today.”

“She alright? What happened?”

“She said she was pushing herself too hard, and that Thorin and Dwalin helped her.”

“Didn’t think she had limits on how hard she could push herself. At least she’s better.”

Pt 1c

#Thorin x Reader OC #Thranduil x Reader OC #Dwalin x Reader OC #Legolas x Reader OC #Fili x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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