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Golden (Chapter 13)

First: Chapter 1

Last: Chapter 12

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A/N: Raise your hand if you thought I forgot about this story or gave up on it? Jokes on you, cuz I haven’t forgotten the story that has brought me so much joy! And the next chapter is the last chapter. I’d like to sincerely apologize for the long wait! My life has been hectic since the last update. I moved from the USA to South Korea where I work lit ALL the time and my passion for writing actually died somewhere in July. However, as of late, my writer’s block lifted and I’m writing again! Golden Chapter 14 (Final) is slated for a 2020 release so I will see you next year! Thank you for your patience~ Just wait a little longer! I love you! Bye!

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T-minus Five Days Until the CW Final

“And finished!” You let out a sigh of relief as you confirmed your classes for the following semester. Since you would be finishing up your GE requirements this semester, you could 100% focus on your major for the following one. After officially declaring your major in dance Wednesday, it felt as if a load of stress fell from your shoulders. However, you still had other stressors that prevented you from feeling the peace you’ve been missing since October. Not only did Monday start Finals Week, but it also meant that on Wednesday, Jungkook would reveal himself to the world – okay, maybe just the campus – that he was Golden. You already imagined the day was going to go down in history for your university. There had been rumors tossed around in the last CW class this morning that ranged from plausible to ridiculous. Most were ridiculous, however. The wildest one you heard was that the university’s president was going to make a guest appearance and give Jungkook – Golden – a key to the school. The more reasonable one, and the one you chose to believe from past events, was that the Golden Search Party from Junmyeon’s party a couple of months ago managed to get the university’s news team to record the final and hold interviews after.

Chloe and you had sat in the back of the auditorium – as usual – where all the rumors were being thrown. However, you remembered glancing to the front and seeing people whispering and glancing around the auditorium as well – as if trying to see if anyone would slip up last minute that they were Golden by the rumors being told. Jungkook, as always, had played it cooled. He and Taehyung just sat at front, not really paying attention to the professor as she explained the rundown on how the final would work. The final…

The final on the blog that you deleted out of anger. You literally had less than a week to figure something out. You could always recreate the blog, but your professor would be able to clearly tell that your blog was new. To be honest, when you first signed up for the class, you imagined it’d be Chloe to fail as she barely showed up and didn’t take the blog assignment seriously. However, it now seemed everything backfired as you would be the one to fail the class because of your missing blog.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you gripped your hair and dropped your head to the desk.

“You literally just went from relieved to stressed out in the matter of two minutes,” Chloe nonchalantly commented as she laid on her bed, flipping through a magazine. The bed creaked as the young woman sat up and turned her attention to you. “What’s wrong? Finals? Jungkook? Taehyun-“

“Ugh!” You let out another groan as she mentioned Taehyung. He had been texting to ask to hang out almost every day. Every time a message popped up, you’d immediately ignored it. You already knew he was into you and wanted to go on another “date.” However, your feelings were clearly for someone else – someone that also happened to be a good friend of his.

“Lemme tell good ole’ Tae Tae,” Chloe smirked as she cracked her knuckles. At the sound of this, your head popped up.

“You’re not telling him. I’m telling him,” You frowned at the woman as she shrugged.

“Sure, okay.” she said as she plopped back down. “I can see it now. It’s your wedding day and as you walk down the aisle, your eyes shift to the man you’re marrying, Taehyung, but slowly they go over to Jungkook, who is standing beside Taehyung, and immediate regret washes over your face cuz it should’ve been him you were marrying. If only you told Taehyung the truth in your sophomore year of college…”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up from your chair and looked towards Chloe. “For someone who skipped out on CW for nearly the entire semester, you sure have an imaginative mind.”

“Of course. All aspiring actors need to have more than one talent in them,” Chloe smirked. “But seriously, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna tell him… tonight?”

“Tonight?” Chloe grinned mischievously. “Oh, when? Where? I wanna be the-“

“No! I’m telling him alone, Chloe,” You frowned towards her.

“Fine, fine,” she waved you off. “So, what are you going to say? How you like the real Golden and not him, the imposter?”

“Taehyung never told me if he was Golden or not so calling him an imposter is a little…” You scrunched your nose. You never thought of what you would say to Taehyung when you met up with him. Obviously, you had to come up with something before asking him out. You could always just tell him that you don’t share the same feelings as he does. He didn’t have to know why or who your real feelings were for. Still… did he have the right to know? How would he feel if he saw you and Jungkook…?

But did Jungkook even have feelings for you? Were you the only one that harbored a crush between the two of you? It was silly to assume just because he, as Golden, held similar feelings because of the lowkey flirting he did and the hints he responded to his anons with. It was his online personality, after all. The outside Jungkook was a quite shy young man. He’s only opened up to you within the past two weeks despite knowing him for almost three months. When he did, however, you felt the connection. He was really easy to talk to once he felt comfortable. Sometimes you did see his Golden personality come out through the real him and-

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

You blinked as your left your thoughts to look at your phone. Another text message… from Taehyung.

“Golden Wannabe, again?” Chloe casually asked as she went back to flipping through her magazine.

“Stop calling him that,” You glared slightly at her as you opened your messages. Glancing over the message, it was exactly what you had expected. Gliding your fingers carefully over the letters to say your response, you nervously bit your bottom lip. It was now or never, you guess.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

It was a typical Friday night for Jungkook. He was spending his evening with two of his best buddies – Jimin and Taehyung – in their dorm, planning what the night had in store for them. Of course, there wasn’t as many options to hang out as usual as finals were happening the upcoming weeks and that meant the students who usually worked at the hangout spots, such as the student center or arcade, were off studying for what could make or break their college career. Jungkook had been studying and prepping for his finals all week and would return to studying tomorrow so he chose tonight to relax a bit. Luckily, Jimin and Taehyung had the same mindset.

However, instead of planning what and where the trio would be going, they sat in the dorm, listening to Taehyung complain about Y/N and how she never responds to his texts asking them to hang out. Jimin tried to explain to his friend that Y/N took finals seriously and was probably stressing over them – Jungkook knew he was not wrong as he recalled how the girl acted during midterms- and to give her time. Though Taehyung understood, he didn’t accept that for an answer. After Y/N’s bizarre disappearing act on Wednesday, he was more determined to see her and ask what was going on. He knew it had to be more than just ‘stressing over finals.’ Jungkook couldn’t lie. He wondered what happened that day, too. Jungkook had run into her at the counselor’s office later in the day where she declared her major. She had looked as if she wanted to tell him something else before his counselor had called him inside. Since then, she hasn’t really reached out to talk to him. Out of the three in the dorm, Y/N had only contacted Jimin.

“She only asked me to meet her on Sunday,” Jimin shrugged as he explained to the other guys – mostly Taehyung as Jungkook was in his own thoughts – why Y/N messaged him earlier in the day. Jimin didn’t see the big deal as he was considered Y/N’s closest guy friend next to Namjoon.

“Why doesn’t she want to meet with me? Did I mess up our date that badly?” Taehyung sighed as he threw his head back to stare solemnly at the ceiling.

“Y/N said it wasn’t a date…” Jungkook mumbled as he scrolled through his messages on his blog.

Anon: Dnt understimate my listening skills, Golden! I will find you out BEFORE Wednesday!

Anon: Have you heard the rumors in CW?! I heard the mayor is coming to see your reveal!!

Those were only some of the messages Jungkook had been receiving since finals were rapidly approaching. He thought it was ridiculous how everyone was making his reveal some humongous event for the school. Namjoon had even told him that some classes were holding viewing parties as some classmates – and even the school’s news team – were planning to record his final. Though it made the young man nervous, what Jungkook cared the most about was receiving a decent grade and, more so, impressing Y/N.

“I thought it was a date! She didn’t think so?” Taehyung’s eyes widened as Jungkook’s words circled in his mind.

Jimin laughed nervously as he saw a wave of worry wash over his best friend and roommate’s face. “Y/N’s really… uh… picky with her words? So, even if she thought it was a date, she-“

“She clearly said the night you asked her out that it wasn’t a date.” Jungkook bluntly said as he looked up from his phone. Jimin threw the younger man a look as he shrugged. Meanwhile, Taehyung’s mouth fell open.

“I-I thought it was a date! I thought it was known it was a date! All those times she sat up front in the class beside me and let me walk her back to her dorm! I thought she was into me!”

“Look, Tae, Y/N… she thinks you’re cool but…,” Jimin glanced at Jungkook again with a knowing face. Jungkook arched a curious brow at the junior as he tried to read his expression. His eyes widened as a previous thought came back to him. Jimin knew he was Golden. He knew Y/N had feelings for Golden meaning she had feelings for him.

“Maybe… you guys are wrong. I’ll ask her to meet me again!” Taehyung reached for his phone.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, dude. I mean, she hasn’t been responding to your texts all week, right?” Jimin said.

“Yeah but I need to know how she feels.” Taehyung said as he began to rapidly type his message. “I want to tell her how I feel!”

Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach at his words. Though he knew Y/N liked him – or Golden which was technically him – what if after Taehyung’s confession, Y/N began to realize her feelings for him? Granted, she was already under the impression that Tae was Golden and said how they weren’t similar in real life – which makes sense considering Jungkook is Golden – but what if she decided to begin to know Taehyung and fall for him? Taehyung was a much more outgoing guy than Jungkook which anyone could tell as he wasn’t afraid to ask the girl outside despite being ignored. If it were Jungkook, he would’ve given up the first time he was brushed off. However, Taehyung seemed determined to win Y/N over and, don’t get it wrong, Jungkook wanted to express his feelings to Y/N as well… he just needed time. Exactly five days to be exact.

“Tae, wait! What if the one Y/N likes is Gol-“

“And sent!” Taehyung grinned his boxy grin as usual. However, it wavered slightly as nerves began to eat the boy up. Jungkook was a little surprised at this as Taehyung had always appeared over-confident when it came to approaching girls he liked. “What were you saying Jimin?”

“Ah… nothing…” Jimin scratched the back of his head.

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked at message on his phone. Immediately, a more confident grin broke out on his face. Jimin and Jungkook both knew that could only mean one thing…

“She agreed! She responded! We’re gonna meet on Monday after out finals are done! This is it, guys!” Excitement filled Taehyung’s eyes as he grinned at his two friends. Blinded by his joy, he didn’t notice the nervous smile Jimin threw at him and the distant, blank look on Jungkook’s face.

“That’s great but-“

“I gotta go! I’m meeting Sungjae to go over our final project!” Taehyung said as he grabbed his bookbag and headed for the door. “See you guys later!”

Taehyung slammed the door behind him as he left, causing the room to shake a little from the force. Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh he had been holding in and gripped his hair with his hands. This was not working out. Why did he and his friend have to share the same feelings for the same girl? It wasn’t going to work out for one of them. Best case scenario was that she’d turn down both boys. Besides, both Vmusic95 and Golden had been stressing the woman out for the entirety of the semester. She’s been harassed online by strangers, forced to go to parties and dance in front of large crowds, gotten into fights with her best friend over it, and who knows what other turmoil it caused the rising junior.

“So…” Jimin said, breaking Jungkook from his thoughts. “I’m sure you figured it out by now but I kinda sorta know you’re Golden…”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin. “From Chloe?”

Jimin simply nodded his head. “Chloe.”

It wasn’t a surprise the blonde told Jimin. He figured it was her who spilled that week everyone went to dinner together. Jungkook let out a slight laugh which caused Jimin to question him.

“So, if you’re Golden… that means Y/N…”

“Likes me. Yeah…” Jungkook chuckled darkly. “She thinks I’m Vmusic95 and earlier this week… she told me that she likes Golden…”

“The biggest crush, honestly,” Jimin mumbled as he recalled the times the girl would smile dreamily at her phone – like a creep – while scrolling on her blog or blush whenever Golden – Jungkook – would casually mention her. Shaking his head, he looked back to the man. “So…”

“Golden…” Jungkook sighed, “…Has the biggest crush on her, too.”

~!~

T-Minus Three Days Until the CW Final

The campus was freaking out. Lines at the various coffee shops had waiting numbers as students stood in line impatiently awaiting their drinks after pulling all-nighters from constant studying. The student union building was so quiet that one could hear the howl of the outside winter wind. Several students even claimed to have witnessed a tumbleweed roll by it. The library was beyond capacity limit and had begun redirecting students to other buildings to study since Friday evening. Freshmen shook in their boots from witnessing the nerves of their seniors – also because it was cold outside but whatever – as their heads violently twisted left and right to watch the plethora of sophomores, juniors, and seniors rushing back and forth on campus. Meanwhile, there were the high performing students who laughed conceitedly as they performed well enough throughout the semester to be exempt from nearly all their exams. They were able to sit in their dorm lounges and sip on whatever warm drinks that protected them from the outside cold. Meanwhile, professors sat in teacher lounges, laughing evilly as they thought up thousands of impossible to answer questions – non-multiple choice, of course - to slap on their finals and making final papers have a 10-page, 12,000 word – 12-font, single spacing, and no, the title and your name doesn’t count - minimum requirement. At least, that was what was rumored around the university.

Yes, Finals Week brought out the worst in everyone. Then there were the other half of the students who lazed around for the semester and began to panic as they realized if they didn’t pass their exams, they’d have to either retake the class, or worse, be on academic probation. Unfortunately, you fell in the latter half of how students were the final week of school all because of one class – creative writing. Earlier in the semester, you would’ve been freaking out about your Chemistry final, but, after passing the midterm with a high enough score, you were exempt. In fact, you were exempt from three out of five of your exams – dance and creative writing. Thinking about the cursed class sent anxiety shooting through your body. Why did you delete your blog out of anger? How were you going to make up for three-month’s worth of content – even if your blog was sort of boring – in three days?

“Have I mentioned-“

“How much you hate me because I took the last spot in technology that you needed to complete your GE requirements and I’m the reason you’re in creative writing and why all of this is happening to you,” Jimin rolled his eyes as he watched you butterfly stretch beside him. Your dance exam was tomorrow and Jimin and you were getting one last practice in before the early morning exam.

“I’m glad you agree,” You grumbled as you stretched your legs in front of you. Tori Kelly’s Paper Hearts was playing in the background as you both loosened up. The dance final consisted of a made-up choreography to any song you wanted. Jimin not only choreographed a dance but he did it for his own song. You swore him along with Namjoon, Yoongi, and maybe Hoseok, too, were going to form some sort of boyband one day. It’d be even funnier if it turned out Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jin could sing well and joined them, too. Dusting yourself off as you stood up, you turned to look at the older boy. “Seriously, what am I gonna do, Jiminnie?

“You’ll think of something, Y/N. You’ve come this far, right? I’m sure your professor knows about Golden’s popularity. Just blame it on those asshole anons as to why you deleted your blog.”

It wasn’t technically a lie. The anons you received throughout the day just because Golden acknowledged you were vicious. Some of the messages you had received did make you want to delete your blog at times or at least turn off messaging. But, if you would’ve turned off messaging, you wouldn’t of have been able to talk to Vmusic95 – Golden – or the few decent anons you received. Still, you couldn’t find it in you to use that as to why you weren’t prepared for your final. You had to come up with something.

“Do you think I can reblog three-months of material within the span of two days?” You asked Jimin as he turned on the song he was dancing to for his final. He said it was called Serendipity.

“No.”

“Thanks.”

“Stop stressin’ over it. Think of something else. Like… your date with Taehyung tonight,” Jimin wriggled his eyebrows at you only to earn a groan. “Just kidding… I know… you don’t like Taehyung in that way.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widened. You don’t think you told Jimin about how your first date with his roommate went so how would he know? Did Chloe spill to him about it?

“Don’t hurt his feelings too badly tonight, okay?” was all Jimin said as the song began to play over the speakers. You tried to focus on his dance, but your mind kept going back to his words. Great, now you had to worry not only about your creative writing final but Taehyung’s feelings as well. Why couldn’t your life be normal and the only thing you had to worry about was waking up on time for your finals. Sighing, you decided to try and watch your close friend move effortlessly to the beat of his song while thinking of ways to not hurt anyone’s feelings within the next couple of days.

~!~

Since everyone was mostly busy with preparing for the start of finals tomorrow – or in a couple of hours if you were one of those people – the dining halls were practically empty. And when the dining halls were empty, you’d thing there’d be a ton of fresh food available and no shortages because no one was there, right? Wrong. During finals, students would load up on to-go trays to bring back to their dorms. It was busier than ever this time of year because of the amounts of students that would come as soon as the halls opened to grab all the food and leave as quickly as they’d come. Usually if one found a break between their studying in the evening, the best option to restock on food was to go to the nearby McDonalds. You could only imagine the chaos that was happening in there on this Sunday night.

So that’s why Taehyung decided to settle on the dining halls for your evening out! If you weren’t planning on rejecting the man’s feelings for you tonight, then you’d be a little upset with his choice of grabbing food. You sat in front of the brown-haired 20-year-old and stared at what was supposed to be spaghetti with meatballs. The noodles were overcooked, however, and the meatballs were almost nonexistent as everyone knew it was the best thing about the dish and usually overloaded their plates with them. You managed to scoop out the last one and you ate that about five minutes ago.

“Sorry, I thought McDonald’s would be busy…” Taehyung laughed nervously as he saw you twirl your spaghetti noodles around your fork with no intentions of consuming it.

“It’s fine… thanks for… uh… inviting me out?” You gave him a weak smile as you shifted your eyes away from his staring saddened ones. He had been looking at you with those eyes since he came to pick you up from your dorm. At first, you thought he was mad about something. Especially because it was Chloe who answered the door when he knocked with a, “Oh, it’s the annoying can’t-take-a-hint guy that’s friends with Park.” Before she could say anything else to the boy, you dragged her away by her arm. Still, after the awkward greetings and on the walk to hall, you noticed he didn’t give off an upset demeanor, but a sad one.

“It’s no problem…” He gave you a lopsided grin – opposite from his usually boxy one. You felt your hands sweat from the nerves you felt. Something was obviously off. You wanted to ask what was wrong with him, but you were afraid of the answer he’d give. Was he upset because you ignored his messages up until now? Shouldn’t he be happy you finally agreed? Or… worse? What if he knew you knew he wasn’t Golden – that he was Vmusic95? What if he was waiting for you to expose him at any given moment? Of course, you’d never do that. You’ve known Jungkook was Golden for almost a couple of days and the thought of exposing him hadn’t cross your mind not once. What if-

“So… what made you finally agree to come with me tonight?” Taehyung arched a brow at you as he pushed his untouched food aside.

“I… uh” Shit. You knew he was upset about you ignoring him. “I’ve been busy studying for finals. I kinda take them really seriously…”

“Yeah… Jimin told me,” was all he said. You shot him a nervous smile as he looked at you. He didn’t return the gesture. Clearing your throat, you picked up your glass of water and looked towards the TV screen as you took a sip. Immediately, you began to cough as the screen flashed a “Breaking News” banner across it from the university’s news team. Apparently, they had been granted permission to record Golden’s big reveal. It was breaking because not only was your professor allowing it, but the university’s president was allowing it as well. It’d be the first time a final exam would be aired on live – yes, live – television.

“Wow…” Taehyung breathed out as he stared at the screen, too.

“They’re really taking this Golden thing seriously, huh?” You nervously laughed as you took another sip of your water.

“You know Golden, right?” Taehyung suddenly asked, causing you to choke again on your water. Clearing your throat and grabbing a napkin to wipe your mouth, you looked up at him.

“U-uh everyone knows Golden!”

“Yeah… everyone,” He seemed to search for the right words to say as it became silent between the two of you. “Would you… believe me… if I told you I was Golden?”

“H-huh?!” Your eyes widened. There was no way he was Golden. No chance. Chloe had confirmed Jungkook was Golden. Still, did she ever really give you evidence that Golden was Jungkook? What if Golden really was Taehyung as you thought all along? Your heart pounded in your ears as you stared at Taehyung. He seemed to search your eyes before speaking again.

“Would you be okay knowing I was Golden?”

You gulped nervously. How could you tell him that you’d be really disappointed if he was Golden? You’d finally accept Golden as Jungkook and just knowing that made you so happy. You liked Jungkook before you even knew he was Golden. It was just like the Little Mermaid where Eric realized Ariel was the girl he’d been searching for all along. Golden – Jungkook – has been right beside you all along since you first met him in that café with Namjoon.

“You don’t have to answer. Your face says it all. I’m… not Golden…” Taehyung smiled sadly at you as your eyes widened. You felt your heart drop again at his following words. “I’m not… the one you like… even if I was Golden… I still don’t think you’d like me…”

“Taehyung-“

“No, it’s fine! Trust me! I’ll be okay! I just… I just wanted you to know the truth. That’s actually why I invited you out tonight. Thank God you said yes, or you’d had to find out the truth on Wednesday like the rest of the campus,” he chuckled. “I still… can’t reveal who Golden really is, but I think you’ll be really happy when you find out.”

You felt as if a cat had snatched your tongue as you didn’t know how to respond him. This wasn’t what you were expecting when he asked you out. You assumed he’d admit his feelings for you or something – not admit he wasn’t Golden. He must’ve picked up on your confused emotions as he suddenly stood up.

“Well… tomorrow’s finals. I gotta… go study. You should study, too. See you on Wednesday?” He threw another off-grin towards you.

“Taehyung I-…” You let out a heavy sigh as you gained your voice back. “I’m sorry…”

“No worries! Thanks for meeting me! I’ll catch you later, okay?” He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder where he let it linger briefly before removing it and walking away. Somehow, you felt like he transferred the weight of his emotions to you as your chest felt heavy with regret and sorrow. Sighing, you sat further back into the chair you sat in as Taehyung’s words continued to swirl inside your mind. When was this nightmare going to end? You could only pray for Wednesday…

~!~

T-Minus One Day Until the CW Final

“I repeat! T-minus ONE day until the shitshow that is this CW final!” Chloe jumped on you as you laid in bed with the blankets covering your entire body. Usually, you’d yell at the girl for jumping on you suddenly, but you weren’t in the mood for picking a fight with her. You were stressed to the point that you had shut down completely Not only was your deleted blog due tomorrow morning, but you kept replaying Sunday’s night out with Taehyung in your head. The only thing that distracted you from your thoughts was your dance final yesterday that you were sure you aced. Even then, it was a minute or two of bliss before the dance was over and your thoughts clouded your mind again.

Seeing you not respond to her jumping on you, Chloe poked out her lips and crossed her arms. “Y/N, I know you’re upset about hurting Taehyung’s feelings and all, but he seems like a strong guy. He’ll move on.”

“Taehyung… final… creative writing… fail… blog,” You incoherently mumbled from your underneath your covers. Chloe just blinked confusedly at you as a heavy sigh escaped your mouth. Getting frustrated with your moping, Chloe climbed off you before tearing your covers from you. You groaned loudly as you grabbed for your pillow to cover your head with. Unfortunately, you were a bit slow and Chloe snatched that away, too.

“Laying in bed all day and crying over a deleted blog isn’t gonna help your situation. How about getting your ass up and throwing some random things together? We have less than 24 hours until the final.” Chloe said.

“I can’t do that. It’ll look like I just started the project the night before.”

“Well….” Chloe stretched out the “l” as she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. “It would be kinda true since you rage deleted your blog.”

“Just let me accept my failure,” You frowned as you outstretched your hand towards the girl to ask for your pillow and blankets back. Chloe returned your look and tossed the objects to her bed.

“No! Listen,” Chloe’s eyes shifted to her digital clock on her nightstand. “I have to go to my final but when I get back, you better be making your new blog and not in bed.”

“I have no idea-“

“Ask Golden,” She smirked at you as a faint blush crawled up your neck. “Bye!”

You jumped slightly as she shut the door with a loud bang. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair. Chloe was right. You had to think of something for your blog. Maybe you could be like her and make posts about your daily struggles in life. Of course, hers was more about her unrequited love for Namjoon but still. You had enough material to practically write a novel about what’s happened within the past three months. However, you didn’t really want to share with the world – or your classmates – about your drama surrounding Golden – Jungkook – and everything else that’s happened. Maybe your only option was to just reblog some random pictures and call it a day. You could make up some story about the concept of your blog. It wasn’t like your original blog had an in-depth meaning anyway. You had planned to explain how the blog showed your interest in both dancing and cooking. It wasn’t anything special.

Deciding that Chloe was right and sitting in your bed wasn’t going to help you get anything accomplished. Biting your bottom lip, you nervously reached for your cellphone and pulled up Jungkook’s number. You hadn’t seen the freshman since that day you ran into him at the counselor’s office. Maybe he could give you an idea. He was Golden after all, right? Your thumb hovered over the send button after typing up a text asking him to meet you someplace. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous to be alone with the boy now that you knew he was Golden. Your mind would occasionally go back to the morning you told him about your feelings for Golden under the impression he was Vmusic95. No wonder his face had been so red when you told him. And on top of that you kissed his cheek. Yikes.

Too busy overthinking, you didn’t notice your thumb twitch slightly – just enough to send the message to Jungkook.

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

My final ends at 3pm. I can meet you there at 4. :) -Jungkook

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

“Hoping that you won’t forget…”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a thumbs up as he finally finished the song he’d been preparing for the past week for his big reveal. The freshman wanted it to be nearly perfect as it was now confirmed the school’s new team was coming to record the entirety of the creative writing final. Jungkook thought it was a pretty dumb idea as the class was about 200 students and since Golden was a mystery to everyone, they’d have to sit through and record every final. There was a rumor that the news team received a “lead” paper where the professor provided them with a roster of the class and marked each student’s name with a star as to who she thought could possibly be Golden. From what Taehyung told him, Jungkook’s name was not marked.

Jungkook didn’t want the reveal perfect just for the news team, however. He also needed it to be nearly perfect because not only was he revealing himself to the school but to Y/N as well. He thought hard about rather telling her personally or the route he had chosen. The downside to revealing himself to her along with the school is that she could be angry at him for not telling her sooner. Then again, she had to understand it was part of his blog idea. Besides, how would the school know his reveal was also a personal reveal – and possible confession – for the girl?

“So, what’s the plan? You’re just gonna stand on the stage as this plays in the background and say something like, ‘Hey I’m Golden?’” Yoongi arched a brow at the brown-haired boy as he exited the studio. He pulled out the flash drive and handed it to Jungkook whose eyes were glued to his phone. The amount of anons he had been receiving since the “breaking news” last night was ridiculous. He was overwhelmed with all the messages. Yoongi arched a brow at him as he didn’t receive answer. “Yo? You good?”

Jungkook looked up from his phone and to Yoongi. The senior could see the stress and exhaustion in Jungkook’s brown eyes. It was true – Jungkook was tired of maintaining his blog. Golden wasn’t supposed to become as huge as it had become. There was literally nowhere on campus or in the surrounding area where Jungkook didn’t hear his blog mentioned. Don’t get it wrong, he was happy that his music taste could connect with such a large amount of people but, the messages that ranged from love confessions to trying to gather information to stalk him was just too much. He just wanted it to be over.

“I’m fine… thanks… for everythin-“

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

Jungkook let out a groan as his phone cut him off. It was probably another message. Turning his phone on briefly, his glanced down at the screen to see it was a text from Y/N. Eyes widening with sudden excitement, the boy shoved the flash drive with his cover song on it into his pocket and immediately began tapping away. Yoongi only smirked at the sight as he saw a brief smile appear on Jungkook’s face. He didn’t even need to ask who it was.

“Guessing you have to go now?” Yoongi chuckled as he watched Jungkook pull on his jacket.

“Yeah. I have a final and then I’m hanging out with Y/N,” Jungkook’s face reddened as he said her name. Yoongi only chuckled a little louder. Jungkook made it obvious he had a crush on the sophomore.

“Hey… before you go…” Yoongi placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to stop him. Jungkook arched a brow at Yoongi in response. “You should consider stop reading all those messages I’m sure Golden is getting. Can be a bit too much to handle with it being finals week and stuff, you know? No need to be stressing over a blog that will be ending soon and finals, okay?”

Jungkook seemed to be in thought for a bit about Yoongi’s advice before nodding his head and giving him a smile. “Thanks…”

“No problem… now leave me alone. I’ve done enough for Golden this semester,” Yoongi shooed off the freshman.

~!~

Your POV

This was like deja-vu. You were sitting in the same little sandwich café off campus that you and Namjoon loved to study at. Your laptop was with you as you were waiting for the arrival of your other party except it wasn’t Namjoon you were waiting for this time. It was Jungkook. The café happened to also be the place where you first met him. You remembered thinking how shy he was when you first met him. Granted, you were shy as well but not as much as him. You will admit, you weren’t that interested in the boy the first time you met him – he was just another one of Namjoon’s millions of friends. If the current you would’ve told the you from three months ago that you’d develop feelings for that same shy boy who also turned out to be the mysterious music blogger you were obsessed with, you definitely wouldn’t believe yourself.

It was almost 4:10 as you sipped on the hot cocoa you had ordered. Concluding that Jungkook’s final may be taking a little longer than expected, you decided to open the blog site. One thing you accomplished this morning after Chloe had left was creating a URL for your new blog. You still didn’t have an idea of what to do but hey, it was a start. Instead of going with DancerCookies again, you decided on BeautifulDancer. It was a song rec Jungkook did a while ago. You thought he may have recommended it for you discreetly since the day he posted it, you had told him about your struggle with choosing a major. Of course, you could’ve been completely wrong, and he just really liked that song and wanted to encourage others.

You scrolled through some blog pages before stopping on one. Eyes widening, you clicked on the name of the blog – “Falling in Love with a Senior That Will Be Graduating Next Semester: The Sad Story of Chloe C.” Chloe’s blog! She updated it? You noticed that she had just posted a blog update. Titled, “Not All Princesses Receive Their Prince Charming’ – which received an eyeroll from you – you scanned through the post. It had to be the most normal post Chloe had made since making her blog. She still used acronyms to keep the obvious identities hidden, but she mainly talked about coming to terms that, “Sometimes people don’t return your feelings” and “You can’t force someone to like you.” She also mentioned how that the post would be her final update on the blog as, “This stupid blog assignment ends tomorrow and so does this blog.” You had to admit, you were proud of how Chloe had matured over the past three months. Yes, she was still your beloved wild Chloe, but ever since the Namjoon incident, she seemed to back away from the senior. You chuckled as you remembered the song Namjoon wrote for her. You wondered how Chloe would quickly change up this post after she learned that Namjoon actually did return her feelings for him. That, however, was something that they would have to talk to each other about. The last time you revealed something to Chloe regarding Namjoon, it ended in a week-long fight.

As you clicked away from her blog, you heard the jingle of the door and saw Jungkook walk in, hands stuffed in his padded jacket and face buried in his scarf. Your face reddened as his eyes searched the café before landing on you. He threw his bunny-like grin at you as he quickly made his way towards you.

“Sorry I’m late!” He apologized as he removed his jacket. He was wearing a gray Puma sweat suit and white sneakers. He must’ve recently gotten a haircut because, despite his bangs still being down and slightly disheveled – much to your annoyance – his hair looked shorter. Several silver earrings accompanied his ears – one in the right ear and two in the left and a silver watch on his wrist. It was a very simple, causal look but you couldn’t help but stare. He looked so… cute. Not the same “cute” you thought when you first met him and thought he had a baby face and looked adorable. No – he looked cute as if he matured more into a man within the last three months.

“It’s okay! I only got here five minutes ago,” You shifted your eyes elsewhere to stop staring at him. You knew he didn’t believe you when he eyed your nearly empty mug of cocoa.

“Sure…” He laughed it off as he sat down. “So… what’s up?”

“H-huh? Oh! Um… just wanted… to hang out?” You laughed nervously as closed your laptop to give Jungkook your full attention.

“On finals week? That’s unlike you.”

“Oh, and you know me so well now, huh?” You playfully smirked at him which caused his face to turn red. He was so cute. There was a brief silence between the two of you as you both tried to think of what to say to one another. You wanted to ask him what he was planning to do to reveal himself tomorrow but then he’d know you knew who he was – as well as your increasing feelings for him.

“Thought of a blog idea yet?” He suddenly asked, taking you away from your mind. You let out a heavy sigh as you sunk back into the booth you sat in. “I take that as a no…”

“The only thing I’ve done is create an empty blog page. I have no idea what to put on it.”

“Hm…” Jungkook tried to think of something to tell you for your blog.

“Think if I write a post about cats, she’ll give me an A?” You asked as you sat up. Everyone in the class knew of the professor’s weakness for the fluffy furballs.

“I’d say a C- at the most,” Jungkook chuckled. You sucked your teeth at him before sinking back in your chair. Another silence between you two as you both pondered what you could do for your blog to save your grade. Well, at least you wondered about it. You didn’t know what Jungkook was thinking. Occasionally, you’d both make eye contact with one another and give shy smiles and giggles. Though it was silent between you both, you felt completely comfortable. You couldn’t wait for him to reveal himself tomorrow. You could finally talk to him about his music taste and share songs with another. Maybe you could even make him a mixtape of your favorite songs – if people still even did that. There was so much you wanted to talk to him about but his secret of being Golden was holding you back. It felt like there was a part of him you both knew about but couldn’t discuss. It was agonizing. You wanted to know so much more about Jungkook so your feelings could grow for him – or fade out depending on what you learned. However, you don’t think it was possible for you to stop liking him.

Just as he was about to say something, both of your phones started to violently go off along with several others in the café. Thinking it was a severe weather alert, you whipped out your phone and to your surprise – it was your school’s newspaper posting a “Breaking News” article about how “The Infamous Golden turns off messaging hours before his big reveal!” Your eyes widened at the article and immediately your eyes glance at Jungkook who was still looking at his phone. He seemed slightly annoyed by the article.

“Golden is making everyone go crazy, huh?” You laughed nervously as you set down your phone. Jungkook tore his eyes away from the article and looked at you. His face still seemed tensed.

“Is Golden still making you feel crazy?” He suddenly asked, taking you by surprise. You felt your mouth go dry as you searched for a proper response in your head. There was no way you could let him know you knew who he was. You avoided his eye contact as he seemed to try to search for an answer within them.

“Uh… not really? My… um… blog was deleted! So, I haven’t really been on the app to see what he’s up to. And he obviously can’t message me because I deleted and all… and he doesn’t know my new blog name… so…”

Jungkook seemed to think about your answer before nodding his head as if accepting it. You let out a nervous chuckle as you chugged down the remainder of your now cold cocoa.

“Golden makes me crazy…” You heard Jungkook mumble.

“Yeah, but after tomorrow, no more Golden, right?” A wavering smile appeared on your lips.

“Yeah… no more Golden…”

~!~

You sat at your desk in your dorm, one foot in the chair as the other hung loosely. It was 11:30pm and you still hadn’t thought about what to do with your blog. You had tried going on the app again after leaving Jungkook, but it was going crazy with the news of Golden closing his inbox. The school somehow made the hashtags #GoldenIsComing and #GoldensReveal trend nationwide. It was insane. No wonder Jungkook was stressed. He wasn’t the only one, though. When you were brushing your hair a few minutes ago, you could’ve sworn more strands came out than normal. It had to be from all the stress the semester put you through and is still putting you through. Tomorrow would be the end of things but you were no way prepared.

“Y/N!” Chloe suddenly came bursting into your dorm room along with Jimin. You didn’t know where the girl was this late at night with only a couple of hours before the final – or why Jimin was with her – but you assumed she was out with her other friends. Unlike you, Chloe was prepared for the final. Funny… she didn’t even show up to class and she was prepared. “Did you hear?!”

“Golden closed his inbox?” You shrugged. It had literally happened hours ago. It’s all everyone around campus had been talking about for the rest of the day. In fact, when Jungkook was walking you back to your dorm, you both heard people gossiping about it. He looked annoyed from it while you had thrown him worried glances.

“No! Taehyung!” Jimin said as they both ran up to you and shoved their phones in your face. Both were on different pages. The one on Jimin’s phone revealed the homepage for Vmusic95 and on it, as clear as a day and in bold letters, there was a post that said:

Hello! Kim Taehyung here! I was gonna reveal myself tomorrow but… I thought I’d do it now. I’m VMusic95. Can’t wait to present my blog tomorrow to everyone! See you then! – Tae (V)

Your eyes widened as you snatched Jimin’s phone from his hand, earning a “hey!” from him in response. What was going on? Did they plan this? First Jungkook closing his inbox and now Taehyung revealing himself before the final. Would this put Jungkook in danger? Would people suspect him after this? How many of your classmates noticed the two together?

“Forget about that, Jungkook made his final post as Golden!” Chloe took Jimin’s phone from you and tossed it to her bed, earning another “hey!” from the boy. “And you’ll never guess what it is!”

“What is it?” You blink confusedly as you took her phone from her. There was a black screen and that only meant that he had done another cover. Where did Jungkook find the time between finals to record a song. More importantly, what song was it? His caption that usually told the song name and gave a brief description as to why he chose the song wasn’t even there. It simply said:

See you in a few hours. – Golden

You pressed the play button on the video and instantly, you felt your entire body freeze over. That song… it was…

“Paper Hearts…” Jimin said breathlessly as the song filled all your ears. It was the song you absolutely adored. The song you always listened to before you did any dance. Jungkook was the only other person outside of Jimin, Hoseok, and Chloe who knew your love for the song. Taehyung knew about it, but he didn’t seem to care for the song. You knew Jungkook was Golden, but this just confirmed things even more.

“What is he planning?” Chloe held her chin as she tried to make a connection as to why he would cover this song.

“Maybe he really likes the song!” Jimin said, receiving an eyeroll from Chloe.

“Park, are you dense? He didn’t just choose that song just because he likes it. He chose it because…” Chloe looked at you and immediately your face was red as a strawberry as you knew what she was implying.

“How is he gonna pull this off? I’m so confused. Taehyung didn’t even tell me he planned on revealing himself tonight!” Jimin exclaimed.

“We’re just gonna have to wait until tomorrow…” Chloe said. Jimin nodded in agreement before turning to you.

“Good luck, Y/N! You’ll be fine…”

“I have less than 12 hours before the final,” You frowned at him.

“Okay, maybe you’ll be fine!” He said as he retrieved his phone from Chloe’s bed. “I gotta go prepare for my finals tomorrow so… see you guys tomorrow?”

You both just nodded at Jimin as Chloe and you looked at Jungkook’s blog on her phone. Jimin slipped out the room as Chloe grabbed her phone from you. “I don’t know what’s going on but I’m going to bed so I can be on full on detective mode at the final tomorrow.”

“Chloe…” You groaned. She threw you a mischievous smile as she walked inside your shared bathroom.

“Don’t worry… I won’t expose Jungkook for being Golden. I just wanna… get some information on something else,” She smirked as she closed the door. Not knowing what she meant by “else” and your thoughts returning to your own blog, you walked over to your bed and faceplanted into the pillow. Letting out a heavy breath, you let your brain wander around for literally any idea. At this point, you were just gonna explain how your blog was blank because “simplicity is sometimes best” or something like that. Your mind drifted back to Jungkook’s cover of Paper Hearts. It was a beautiful cover and made you want to cover the song yourself. Of course, it’d be through dancing and not singing. Your vocals couldn’t handle the vocal legend that is Tori Kelly.

…

Suddenly, you shot up from your bed as a light bulb went off above your head. A cover! A dance cover! That was it! You could choreograph a dance to the song! It was clear as day! You’d be able to explain easily why there was only one video of you dancing on your blog – how choreographing a dance takes time just as choosing a major or creating a successful blog or any other event in life. It’s not about the quantity of the blog but the quality. Hopping out your bed, you grabbed your cellphone and room key.

“Chloe! I will be back in the morning!”

“Huh?” Chloe said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom door, half of her face still covered with makeup while the other half still intact. She glanced at the time on the clock. 11:59pm. “Y/N, where are you going? It’s late!”

“Thought of what to do for my blog! I’ll be at the dance studio!” You grinned at her as you rushed out the door. Just as you slammed the door with a loud bang, the time on the clock changed to 12am.

T-Minus 0 Days Until the CW Final.

D-Day.

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Eighteen

Jeju Island, South Korea 1989

Sitting at a small table in the corner of the dimly lit club he finished another shot of sake and sighed. He rubbed his fingers over his face while his eyes burned. He was exhausted. He had been stationed in South Korea for almost a year after being offered the job the year prior. At the time he’d do anything to get out of Georgia so he took the job out of the country with no questions asked.

Things had become more than difficult at home with his wife, they had become unbearable.

Though he loved her, he had grown tired of her constant nagging about any and everything, mostly about when he was going to be ready to start a family. He always told her soon but that couldn’t be farther than the truth.

Simply put, he didn’t think he would ever be ready to be a father.

The loud clatter of falling glass drew his attention as he looked up in the direction it had come from.

“Mi-ahn-hae-yo”

She said softly as he watched her from behind. The short Korean man that he assumed was her boss growled something back at her which made him stand to his feet and stalk towards him.

He glared down at him as his shadow covered the small man who’s firm expression immediately changed once he looked up at the man standing over him.

“She said she was sorry,” he said clenching his jaw then crossing his arms, making sure to flex the biceps he had, thanks to his service in the militaryy.

“Ah, yes, yes,” the small man replied, holding his hands up shakily in protest, “No problem, it was accident. No problem.”

He carefully walked around him then hauled ass into the kitchen area. He chuckled to himself watching the man scurry away like a leprechaun but the sound of sniffling drew his attention back to the woman who was on the floor picking up the broken glass. He heard her wince after trying to pick up a particularly large and sharp piece, which made him come from behind her to kneel down in front of her.

Thanks to his military training again, he quickly grabbed the damn rag that sat on the table next to him, then gently took her hand in his. As he began cleaning the cut on her finger, his eyes finally met hers.

Her brown eyes sparkled as her small lips curved into a soft smile making him smile back while she wiped her fallen tears. Though her finger was good and clean, he continued to dab it, never letting go of it and never taking his eyes away from hers. It was she who broke their gaze as she giggled and looked down. Once she stood up she had all the pieces of glass on her tray and looked down at him, the sparkle in her eyes remaining. “Thank you,” she said with a thick Korean accent. He stood up slowly, causing her too look down at his muscular arms, then back up at him. It was he who chuckled this time.

“Joseph,” he smiled, softly rubbing the top of her hand after placing it back in his grasp.

Her smile grew wider as she gently shook his hand, “Yoko.”

February 9, 2016

9:05 p.m.

Tae

My throat felt like it had a large rock inside of it the minute I heard his name. I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to see him, feel his eyes on me, look into those eyes. I didn’t want him to talk to me. I didn’t want to be around him at all. This man abandoned me but now can come around whenever he feels like it just to what? See if I was okay? See if I was still alive?

Well, I wasn’t okay then and I damn sure am not okay now. And after everything that has happened during my childhood, and recently with Tey in the Bahamas and Miss Rose’s health, I wished I was dead on many occasions. He didn’t know the pain I had been through or the pain that he had caused me my entire life. While I was suffering he was living his life unbothered. He could’ve saved me. He could’ve taken care of me. He could’ve loved me. But he didn’t.

I hated him.

“Lashontae,” Miss Rose spoke sternly, “Aren’t you going to speak?”

I looked down at her wanting to tell her that I didn’t plan on speaking to his trash ass for the rest of my life, but I couldn’t disrespect her. Not here, not now, not ever.

Swallowing the lump that was in my throat I turned to him, glaring. I hated the look he held in his eyes when he looked at me. His eyes were glossy like he was going to cry. The feeling it gave me was a mix between disgust and sadness, which I didn’t understand at all. How could I at all feel any type of sympathy for this man?

He stepped forward causing me to step back and him to stop in his tracks.

“Hell..Hello Lashontae.”

I looked down clenching my jaw, “Hello.”

My voice was low and strange even to me. I wanted to run out of there and as far away from him as I possibly could but I didn’t want to leave Miss Rose. My mind continued to race as he placed the yellow Daisies he held, on the table next to Miss Rose’s bed, then pulled up a chair and smiled down at her as she reached out her hand to him.

Anger boiled in my belly and without another thought, I grabbed my purse and was out of the hospital room headed towards the elevators. As soon as I heard Joseph, Lewis, or whatever his name is, calling my name I pressed the “down” button quickly. Once the doors opened, I quickly hopped on and pressed the button for the lobby.

“Come on, come on,” I gritted through my teeth, and then he appeared at the end of the hall. I narrowed my eyes as I glared at him, noticing the pain he held in his eyes which pulled at my heartstrings no matter how much I wanted to deny it.

“Lashontae, please,” he shouted just as the doors closed.

In the parking lot I fumbled with my keys due to my hands shaking from the nerves I had coursing through my body. I was angry and sad all at the same time and it had me completely overwhelmed. I didn’t want to leave Miss Rose but I had to get out of here and clear my mind.

“Lashontae,” I heard his voice like the creaking of an old wooden door behind me causing the hairs on my neck to stand up. Closing my eyes I took a long deep breath then turned to face him. I said nothing as I studied his glossy eyes. My heart shattered as I studied him studying me, trying to find the right words to say.

“Well,” I finally spoke, “What do you want?”

“I want,” he started then swallowed, “I want to apologize for...everything.”

I clenched my jaw fighting back my own tears as I let him continue. I didn’t know if I wanted to hit him or hug him. In his eyes, I saw my own. All my life I always felt like I had my mother’s eyes, but I was wrong. I had his brown ones that held a sense of gentleness and innocence. But this man wasn’t gentle in the pain he caused me and my mother, making him not innocent as well. He was guilty, that was a fact. Guilty of breaking mine and my mother’s heart.

“I did a lot of things wrong,” he spoke softly, “Abandoning you and your mother being one of them. But the worst of all is that I didn’t have you constantly in my life the way you should of been.”

“You didn’t want me in your life, Lewis or whoever you are,” I replied.

“No, that’s not true. It was my wife...well ex-wife who didn’t want me to have anything to do with you. So, Rose and I came to an agreement. I wanted you, please, believe me, Buttercup.”

“Don’t call me that,” I replied as the anger in my body grew causing my hands to shake, “You don’t know what all I had to go through because of you. She made me pay every day of my life for what you did to her.”

“Did..did she abuse you,” he asked, “Please Lashontae, tell me.”

I snickered before answering, “What difference does it make? Bottom line is you weren’t there. You could’ve saved me but you didn’t when you were in the same fucking city as me!”

He sighed, looking down then back up at me, “I am so sorry, please believe that I am. Tell me what I can do to make it better. To have my little girl. Please, butterc-”

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT,” I shouted cutting him off.

He raised his hands up in protest and began breathing heavier than before, but his eyes never left mine and neither did the gentleness that lied within them. As tears began to fall from mine, I quickly wiped them away.

“Look, just stay away from,” I sniffled but kept a frown on my face, “That’s what you can do.”

Thunder began to rumble in the sky as I unlocked my door and started my car. As I pulled out of the parking lot I glanced through my rearview mirror at him as he dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands. Looking away and back at the road, I finally let my own tears fall.

I hated that I loved him.

February 9, 2016

9:10 p.m.

Teyana

We stared at each other for a while before he curved his lips into a smile.

“So, I see you’ve been killin’ it and shit,” he chuckles. His calm demeanor while in my presence catches me off guard but I finally speak once I feel comfortable to do so. “Uhh, yeah, somethin’ like that.”

“I’m proud of you Tey-Tey.”

His words and the sincerity of his voice makes me smile and calm down even more. It reminds me of the days before we even entered a relationship, back when he was just my friend. Iman was there for me a lot after Tae and I first stopped being friends. He took her place as my new best friend and become my rock, a person I truly appreciated, and I person that I realized now standing in his presence that I truly missed.

“Thanks, Man-Man,” I smirked, “I’m proud of you too. Probably about to get a ring and shit with the Cavs.”

“Shit, you already know,” he chuckled as he began dribbling an airball around me. I laughed with him then felt the weight of everything that happened between us the last time I saw him, set in. I knew what I had to do.

“Look, I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t worry about,” he said cutting me off, “It's in the past. I’m just happy you don’t have to hide anymore and I apologize for any time I made you feel like you had to. I wasn’t innocent. I did some fucked up shit too, but like I said, it’s in the past. All we can do now is move forward.”

I wondered what he meant and started to ask but decided not to. I was just relieved he didn’t hate me.

“Plus, judging by ya shorty in there,” he said pointing to Mina who sat at the table looking down at her phone, “I can tell you’re really happy now.”

Gazing at her I realized just how untrue that was.

“But ayo, I gotta be out Tey-Tey,” he said, as I turned to face him again. He raises his arms around me and pulls me into a bear hug, “Still got love for you, kid, and that will never change.”

I smirked as I hugged him back while my mind decided on if what my heart was telling me to do next was the right decision or not.

“Maybe next time I’m in town we can hit up the court like old times,” he grinned, as he walked backward towards his ride, “I can finally win against your ass.”

“You ain’t gon never beat me and you know it,” I grinned back, then he chuckled and turned to get into his car.

“Aye yo, Iman, lemme ask you something real quick,” I jogged up to his car.

“How do you know I’m really happy?”

He was quiet as he looked back and forth into my eyes, then he finally answered, “Well, you look different that’s for sure. At peace with yourself. But it's up to you to determine if you are truly happy or not, and once you are, you’ll know. You’ll feel it. No questions asked.”

His driver started his car then Iman looked at me and smiled.

“Thanks,” I smiled back then closed his door.

Watching his car pull off I knew what I had to do.

I looked back at Mina who sat alone at the table, eyes still glued to her phone. Pulling out my phone I opened the Uber app and searched for nearby drivers.

The rain began to pour heavier than the light drops that had fallen from the sky once I entered my Uber driver’s car. I sat back with my head against the headrest and pondered on what I would say, trying to find the right words to convey what I felt. But before I could think anymore the car came to a stop. Looking out the window there it was. I swallowed, then thanked my driver. I opened my door and put my hoodie over my head and stood on the sidewalk staring up at the house as the Uber drove off behind me. I looked down at Jordan’s that were now covered in the middle that I didn’t realize I had walked in, but I didn’t care. Only one thing was important right now.

Her.

I made my way up the walkway then up the porch steps and didn’t waste any more time as my finger pressed the doorbell while I was still in mid-step on the porch. My heart was pounding, my cotton hoodie was drenched and my kicks were dirty, but I didn’t care. I had to this. It was now or never. There was no response for the several times I rung the doorbell, so I began pounding on the door. Usually, they kept the porch light on, but it was off, so I was standing in the dark looking like a damn creep. Finally moments later the porch light came on and I was meet with the face I had been dreaming about.

“What are you doing here, Teyana,” Tae frowned.

Her eyes were puffy which meant she had been crying. I licked my bottom lip while my heart continued to pound. I scanned her sparkling brown eyes and remembered the day we first met. I felt something that day that only she has ever made me feel. She was the one who got me out my shell and taught me how to have fun instead of being so guarded all the time. But most importantly, she saw me when no one else did.

“From the moment you walked into my dorm room at Clark, you changed my life. You made me feel things I never had. Made me think things. Made me do things. You did it because you knew I wanted to do them and that you wanted to do them too. With you, I was the happiest I have ever been in my life. We would dance, laugh, and then my feelings grew. I was afraid of them back then, but in the Bahamas, they became undeniable. I tried to continue to hide, but you wouldn't let me. You wanted me to be seen so you could be seen too. So, we would be seen together. But I wasn’t ready and I left you out there alone and I’m sorry for that,” I swallowed, then continued.

“I tried to hate you after you got with Brandon but I couldn’t. I wasn’t hurt that you got with my ex, I was hurt that you weren’t with me. Then once we finally were together, I felt a peace that people come to paradise to feel because their regular lives don’t give them that. But I didn’t wanna just feel it there. I wanna feel it every day of my life. You are my paradise, Tae. You are my happiness. And without you, my life isn’t complete.”

Tae looked down, biting the side of her lip, “So, what are you saying?” Her eyes are hopeful and anxious and in this moment she is the most beautiful I have ever seen her; raw and flawless. Stepping up to her my eyes never leave hers as I take off my hoodie and let my wet curls fall onto my back.

“I love you,” I smile, grabbing her chin to press her lips against mine. Tae moaned as I deepen the kiss, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth. My hand travels to her waist, gripping her tightly and pulling her closer to me. Her hands are at the front of my hoodie pulling me inside the house.

I kicked the door closed behind me while our tongues began dancing against each other’s. The rain begins to pour harder accompanied by thunder and lightning while my finger travels inside the black panties she’s wearing underneath her large t-shirt. I glide my index finger up and down her folds while her hand travels underneath my hoodie to play with one of my nipples that is erect from the dampness of my clothes. She caresses it between her fingers then pinches it making me hiss against her lips, giving her ass cheek a hard slap with my other hand then I grip it. She slides the tip of her tongue against my bottom lip as she begins to whimper softly as my finger turns inside of her deeper making her rock back and forth gently on it. While she begins to tighten against my finger, I know she’s close and not wanting her to cum yet I pull my finger out and slap her soft pussy with the palm of my hand making her moan loudly. Then I remover her hand from under my hoodie and back up to lift it over my head along with my shirt and step out of my sneakers. Once I am standing there in nothing but my sweatpants, I eye her hungrily as she bits her lip and begins pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor. Walking up to her I turn her around and restrain her hands.

“You know, I’ve thought about this pussy a lot since the last time I had it,” I whispered into her ear. Holding her hands behind her back with my left hand, my right index and middle finger sink back down into her panties while my lips stay close to her ear.

“Pussy still just as soft as I remember,” I say, taking my fingers out and putting them in my mouth then back inside her, “Still tastes good too.”

Her pussy still tasted like paradise.

Tae begins to try to wiggle out of my grip but I squeeze her wrists with my left hand, “You wanna taste?”

Tae whimpers as she nods her head. I smirk then put my two fingers inside her mouth. With my bare chest against her, she snakes her hand down into my sweats and rubs a finger over my boy short covered pussy making me bit my lip as I suppress my moan. I let her continue doing this for a few more seconds before I turn her around and back her into a wall. Holding her arms over her head, I lean down and flick my tongue around her right nipple, suck, then bite gently, then I do the same to the other, all with my eyes remaining on her.

My fingers begin digging deeper inside her while she grinds on them, then right when I feel her tightening up, I slap her pussy again. "Oooooh, shit,” she moaned out loud then stared at me lustfully as her chest heaves up and down.

Leaning over her, I stared into her eyes, “Keep your eyes on me.” She nods as I pull her panties down, then kneel down, placing one of her legs over my shoulder.

Face to face with her pussy, I feel my mouth beginning to water as I take in its scent. Looking back up at her, I give it one single, slow lick and watch as her eyes flutter but she doesn’t close them. I flick her pussy lips with my tongue, pull gently, then I spread her wider with my left hand to fuck her clit. I watch her fight to keep her eyes open which makes me grin against her. Widening my mouth I enveloped her entire vagina in my mouth while my tongue continued to dance across her clit.

“Mmm, fuck,” she screamed while squeezing one of her nipples. Her eyes are heavy and filled with lust but she continues to do as I asked. I continued to eat her like the favorite meal to me that she is, watching as she began convulsing against my mouth. To add friction I added two fingers inside of her while I continued to fuck her with my mouth. I wanted her to know how much she meant me and to feel better from whatever it was that had her crying before I got here.

“Shiiiiit, baby,” she panted, while rocking against me, her hands searched for something to grip before they landed on both sides of my face. I moved my tongue quicker along with my fingers making her tighten against me again. I felt her leg that was on my shoulder begin to shake, so I gripped it tighter by her thigh. She began fucking my mouth back as her back arched off the wall and further onto my mouth causing me to envelop it again. And once I released her, she squirted all over my face and tongue.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck”, Tae moaned, coming louder than the thunder outside.

Standing up, I wiped my face with the back of my hand, then pulled her by her waist to kiss her.

“Where’d you learn that,” she panted then grinned against my lips. I smirked then shrugged. She wrapped her hand around my waist, then gripped my chin with her other hand.

“My turn now,” she smirked.

Oh boy...

#Lashontae Heckard #Teyana Taylor #Tae Heckard #tae heckard fanfic #teyana taylor fanfic #talesbyassortedflavors

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dojae-huh · 4 years

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skull anon: i agree with your opinion of doyoung wants to work and die in sm. look at how suu sticks to sm when they already have stable fanbase and enough money to start their own company and be free from the "evil" SM. Hardworking people with good connections in the industry would always do well. I believe doyoung would also stick with sm for a long time. Jaehyun too.

And another anon (anons? ID yourserf!)

It's so easy for you guys to point fingers at SM when you literally know nothing behind the scene. I heard this from a reliable source that SM does make sure to take care of their artists' mental health. Fyi, their mental health is still their privacy. Do you want SM to announce that they're taking their idols to see a doctor? It depends on their artists to keep it secret or not.

Everyone should stop thinking that the world is only around their idols. Like there are no creative staffs, editing staffs, stylists, makeup staffs,... well ok your idols are tired and the staffs are superhuman so they don't feel exhausted at all huh? A whole company is cruel and heartless? Yeah I see. Bold of you to assume that SM staffs working side by side with them don't feel devastated when bad things happened to their artists. Grow up guys!!!

EXO's Lay revealed in his biography that he got into the fight with another trainee during pre-debut. SM punished him and sent him back to China. He really regreted it and sent email to SM asking for another chance. Guess what? SM saw his sincere apology and accepted him back. You guys can find more details in his biography. If he didn't reveal it, would you guys ever know about SM's actions?

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I wrote about SM as a company here.

Mental health in Korea...

South Koreans have been found to have comparatively higher levels of internalized stigma, which relates to higher rates of mental illness and more severe symptoms. Seeking treatment for mental health conditions is largely frowned upon in Korean culture, with reports stating that only seven percent of those affected by mental illness seek psychiatric help. As a culture heavily influenced by Confucianism, the honor of the family is prioritized over the individual, leading Koreans to forgo treatment to preserve their family's face.It is also said by Korean doctors that Confucian culture emphasizes individual will and self-discipline which creates a social prejudice against mental health.Those who turn to therapy often pay out-of-pocket and in cash to avoid the stigma associated with mental health services on one's insurance record. (Wikipedia)

There are plenty of articles, educate yourself.

It’s enough to look at the history of Taeyong to see how SM takes care of its idols. And all of NCT members (well, sans Yuta) are kind and positive, some things you can’t fake, and it’s impossible to stay like that in opressive environment.

Lee Soo-Man is not young and SM can change drastically in the future, but right now it does what Doyoung wants - gives him opportunity to become a world-known singer.

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seelovesawlove · 5 years

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Amour: Bachelor!Yoongi AU

Chapter 2: Mystery Boy

❖ previous (chapter 1), next

❖ index/masterlist

❖ warnings: pure fluff

❖ word count: 2.9k

a/n: As promised, Yoongi is indeed in this lovely chapter! I apologize for the long anticipated wait, I hope you all enjoy :)

synopsis: Min Yoongi has been selected as this years, Bachelor in South Korea. In a house full of eligible women, you are faced with challenges along the way to win his heart. Will he offer you his final rose or send you home crying?

You checked your phone and noticed the time: 2 am. “Holy shit,” you said amazed at how fast time had flown by. You managed to stay in bed all day watching k-dramas, only getting up to go answer the door for room service. Pro: Relaxing, being a lazy bum made you slightly forget about yesterday's nerve-wracking experience. Con: You unintentionally skipped dinner so you were hungry as fuck. Your growling stomach could no longer hold off anymore, it was time to eat. You really wanted to try another dish from the menu but you knew that room service was probably closed for the night. Maybe there's a convenience store around here somewhere I could pick up some ramen you thought to yourself. You pulled the curtains from your window and looked at the view until you spotted a store with a four-leaf clover on its logo. “Just my luck,” you said while slowly closing the curtains back in its original state.

Since this was technically your first time going out alone in Seoul, you didn’t wanna look like complete shit. So you put on some light makeup and threw on an outfit that looked casual but stylish. You headed out of the room and began walking down the street towards the ‘lucky’ mart. As you walked the streets of Seoul, you noticed how beautifully lit up the atmosphere was. With the lights flickering here and there, smoke coming from food trucks, and people strutting about, knowing exactly where they were going. You couldn’t help but feel out of place. From the outside looking in, you certainly didn’t look as though you knew where you were going or like you belonged in Seoul. You were a foreigner indeed, inside and out.

You managed to arrive at the convenience store, internally giving yourself a pat on the back for not somehow getting lost along the way. As you entered the store, you began searching for the ramen section. When you found the aisle, you picked up the first one you spotted. You didn’t care what flavor it was you just wanted to devour it. You turned towards the end of the aisle and spotted a cooking station with a microwave and sink. You prepared the ramen and popped in the microwave, and waited patiently for it to finish. when you first walked into the store so you went there and began preparing my ramen. you popped it in the microwave and waited for it to be done. As you waited patiently, you remembered walking past the drink aisle so you went back there and grabbed a bottle of water.

Beep! Beep!

Hearing the sound of the microwave go off and you went back to grab the cooked ramen. Once you grabbed that, you headed towards the register. "Annyeong," you said, greeting the cashier. The old man behind the register looked at you without greeting you back. Instead, he rung up the items and as soon as he was done, he began speaking in Korean.

"I—I," You said panicking, "I don't speak Korean, only English. I’m sorry."

You’d always had a sort of anxiety when it came to buying things at the register. Like having the feeling of your card declining on the spot and you have to run back to the car to see if there’s any spare change in there. But this, this was definitely different. You didn’t understand any Korean besides a few greetings and the cashier already decided to dip out on the opportunity to use any greetings, so you were screwed. Sure you converted your money at the airport, but you didn’t know much about the Korean currency. You had no idea how to actually count it.

He looked at me confused and pointed to the monitor that had the price of the items. You began digging through my wallet and just took out a rough estimate of what you thought the total could be.

"Uhm, is this enough?" You asked waving the money up for him to see.

He shook his head. A frown began to form on his face as he spoke in Korean again but with an angrier, stern tone.

"Ok-ok I’m sorry. I swear I have more—"

"Don't worry. Let me handle it," said a husky voice from behind..

You turned to look at his face but he was already moving ahead towards the cashier. You only could see the back of the mystery man but you noticed he was wearing a black hoodie, ripped jeans, vans, and black hat. He began speaking in Korean to the now fed-up cashier. Who is this guy? You noticed him reach into the back pocket of his jeans and pull out his wallet.

"No, you don't have to do tha—"

"Please,” he said raising his hand to stop me from interfering, “Allow me." He handed the cashier the money and grabbed the bag with the water bottle in it and your steaming hot ramen. He turned towards you, eyes not meeting yours just yet and handed you the items. You grabbed the items from his hand and tried to look into his eyes but he turned away again. Before he could walk out the store you said, "T—Thank you.”

"No need to thank me. I noticed you needed help and I just so happened to be here so," he said modestly.

You walked out of the store and caught up to his pace. You noticed that he also had ramen in his hand.

"Are you eating alone?" You asked trying to spark up a conversation.

"Yeah, I was just going to head to the park down the street and eat."

Should I offer to join him or is that too weird? No, the least I could do is offer since he bought my meal, you thought to yourself.

"Well, since you paid for our ‘nutritious’ snacks, the least I could do is accompany you," you offered spontaneously.

He stopped walking and so did you. He turned and looked at you, feeling your heart began to race. Oh shit, did I say something wrong? Why'd he stop walking? You normally would never offer to eat with a stranger but you felt like it was the right thing to do...even if you were in the risk of dying from a potential serial killer.

"Sure, why not," he said calmly. You finally caught a glimpse of his smiling eyes. I mean that’s all you could look at since he was wearing a black dust mask. They were dark, familiar eyes that had a unique shape. Those eyes, they were the kind that looked into your soul.

You followed him down the street to the park which you noticed on the way to the convenience store earlier. If you needed to escape, the hotel was nearby. But you’d hope it wouldn’t come down to that, you were having a good time. The two of you walked towards a low lit basketball court that had a bench centered on the side of the court. As you both sat down on the bench, you looked around: there was absolutely no one in sight. You wondered if he often came here alone to eat ramen in the middle of the night.

You placed your bag beside you and took out your chopsticks. You began eating your now warm ramen. You looked up to take a glimpse of the low lit view. At the corner of your eye, you noticed the mystery man checking his phone. He then slowly took off his mask while looking down. Curious to see his face, you turned to have a look or two.

It. Was. Min Yoongi.

Your eyes widened as you looked at his stunning face. He looked even better in real life.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Thankfully, he was still looking at his phone, so he didn't notice your reaction. You were staring until you noticed him lock his phone and set it down beside him on the bench. Waking yourself up from the shock of Yoongi sitting right next to you, you forced yourself to cough a little and quickly turned away.

"Are you alright?" he asked sincerely looking into your eyes.

"Y—Yeah I...I just ate a bit too fast, that's all, " You said laughing and staring straight ahead, not making any eye contact.

How did you not see this coming? Yeah, you’d noticed his voice and eyes were familiar but what were the actual odds of the two of you actually meeting each other in the middle of the night like this? You assumed he’d be at the Bachelor mansion preparing for the night of his life, meeting several gorgeous women for the first time. You weren’t supposed to meet this way. Not like this.

"So what's your name?" He asked, taking a bite out of his ramen.

There was no way you could reveal yourself, especially if you might actually be on the show. You had no choice but to lie.

"Call me … Mystery Girl.” Out of all things you could have said, this is the only thing that came to mind. Well done.

"Okay, that works...I suppose," he said laughing.

"Yours?" Obviously, you knew the answer, but you had to act as if you didn’t have a clue. Yoongi stopped eating his ramen and set it down. He shifted his body to turn towards you. He had a confused look on his face.

"You really don't know?"

"Nope. Tell me your name.”

He shook his head and giggled to himself softly.

"Alright then, call me Mystery Boy," he said, forming a smirk on his mouth that drew you in. What a tease. You smiled and paused for a moment.

Continuing, "Fair enough, so what brings you out here at," You checked your phone to tell the time, "almost 3 in the morning, Mystery Boy."

"I'm always out this late," he said sternly as if it was something important that he wanted you to know about him. He then continued faintly, "Everyone's mostly asleep so it's quiet."

"Yeah, it is pretty quiet,” you agreed, “It's nice."

"What about you?"

"Well, I'm a uni student that's been in Seoul for about a day and I already started craving more ramen," you pathetically laughed and took another bite of ramen right on cue.

"Ramen truly is a stable for all uni students," he said laughing. "What year are you in?"

You didn’t see any harm in revealing the truth so you proceeded, "I just finished my third year so I start my last year of uni in the fall. Right now, I'm on summer break for a few months and I decided to come to Seoul to-" You stopped talking before you accidentally told Yoongi why you were really in Seoul for the break. Yoongi noticed how you suddenly stopped talking so he pried a bit to try and get you to finish what you were saying.

"To..?"

"To explore the city," You replied. Nice save.

"Ahh okay," he said.

"What about you? Any plans for the summer?"

"Oh, uhm..." he said trying to think of a way to answer that question best, "I plan on finding love."

You laughed a little before taking another bite of ramen. You didn’t think Yoongi would just reveal that so soon, especially to a stranger but tonight was full of surprises.

He laughed, realizing how weird and desperate he must sound telling this to a woman he just met. He noticed your reaction and continued, “L-Let me try and explain. I've been given an opportunity of a lifetime to find love but…” he scratched the back of his head, “in an unusual way. I'm not really supposed to reveal it yet but that's all I can say."

His way of trying to describe the opportunity of being the Bachelor was adorable. You could tell that it hasn’t yet completely settled in and that’s okay. It made your heart warm inside. The butterflies began to flutter as you thought of the possibility of sharing that opportunity with him to fall in love.

"Okay, and when does this so-called opportunity begin?" You said, continuing to act clueless yet curious.

"In a few days actually," he said, looking down, sounding indifferent.

"You should be excited but your voice is telling me otherwise. Are you not excited?"

"I would be lying if I said I was," he said still looking down, not meeting your eyes, "It's just, I'm a bit nervous."

"Aw, why are you nervous?" You asked sincerely.

"I know this opportunity is going to get a lot of attention from so many people...and I'm also a little afraid of getting my heart broken, again." He was talking about Eunae, the previous Bachelorette that sent him home right before hometown visits. You could feel that he was still a bit hurt by that, and rightfully so. You’d followed him throughout that journey and you remembered watching that break up on tv and you wished you could have hugged him. And now that he was right beside you, confessing his hurt in real life, not on a television screen, you wanted to hug him. But you couldn’t. Not yet.

"That's completely understandable," You replied, "But that's just one of the many fears of love, I suppose."

"Yeah, love sucks," he said, half joking.

"It does, but it's also quite beautiful, don't you think?" You asked looking into his eyes smiling.

"In some ways, yes," he said returning that smile.

You paused for a moment, thinking of something that would help him realize he was making the right decision.

"Listen, you may be taking a risk getting your heart broken but think of the other risk you're taking: the risk of falling in love again." He looked up to the sky and chuckled.

"Got me there. You know you're pretty wise Mystery Girl." he turned to look back into your eyes.

"I've been told I have an old soul many times.”

The two of you laughed at the same time. You continued to talk about miscellaneous things while eating the rest of your ramen. A part of you felt like this could be the last time you would ever talk to him, ever see him. But for now, you wanted to make the most of the moment you shared now and talked to Yoongi as if there were no tomorrow.

❈ ❉ ❊ ❋

"So I guess this is where we part ways," he said. The two of you walked back to the front entrance of the park. The sun was beginning to creep into the dark sky and you knew it was time to say your goodbyes.

"Yeah, I guess it is," you sounded a bit sad but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to continue talking to him but you knew it was late. You had to part ways. "Thank you again for th—"

"Please, stop thanking me," he said laughing, "It really wasn't that big of a deal. If you’re gonna be in a country and not know how to speak the native language, you should at least learn how to count money and read the labels." You couldn’t help but start laughing uncontrollably. Yup, there’s the savage, blunt Yoongi you remember seeing on tv. You were honored to get scolded from the man himself.

"You're right. I’ll do my research," you assured him, "But seriously it's just, I don't know anyone here and your kindness just really made my night." You paused, waiting for him to say something other than that smirk forming on his face. But silence filled the air for a moment, Yoongi not saying a word.

"There’s no hope for a dumbass American like me. You should just leave Seoul, is what you really wanna say. Gotcha," you said teasing him.

"No? I mean, yes..? Wait no, stop it! How dare you try and pry into my thoughts!” he said laughing, “I'm leaving bye." He turned and began to walk away.

"No, wait, come back," You said laughing. You grabbed his arm pulling him back towards you. He turned around and came so close to you that the two of you were facing each other, eye to eye.

"I'm back," he whispered.

"You're back," You whispered back, feeling yourself sweat a little because he was so close. Your eyes fell down towards his delicate, pink lips. At that moment, you longed to kiss his lips more than anything. "I'm happy that I could make your night,” he whispered softly. You looked back up to meet his eyes but his focus was somewhere else: on your lips. It was clear that he wanted to cave in just as much as you did. He wanted to taste your lips and become breathless. But he couldn’t. We couldn’t. We stared at each other for few seconds then backed away from each other slowly breaking eye contact.

"Uhm," You coughed and said, "I should head back to my hotel."

"I could walk you back if you'd like, I don't mind."

"No, you've done enough, really," You said reassuring him, "I think I know the way back from here."

"Right," he nodded his head understanding his boundary, "I'll head out then.." He scratched the back of his head, there wasn’t much else left to say. A simple goodbye would have been fine but you both sensed that there was a connection. A connection that had just bloomed but would now have to wilt all at once.

"I'll see you around, Mystery Boy." You smiled, hoping to get a glimpse of his.

"Yeah, see you around, Mystery Girl,” returning a final, mesmerizing smile.

You both turned different directions and parted ways. As you walked to the corner of the street, like a movie scene, you turned back to look at Yoongi walking away, hoping you’d lock eyes once more.

But he continued to walk further away until his dark essence faded out of sight.

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