#kimchi reacts!

[bloodenjoyer]

i ate sooooo much kimchi just now and i am scared itll give me a tummyache

#i dont normally react poorly to spice but i have a sensitive stomach and thiswas spicier than most kimchi that i normally eat ummm.. #But like it is good for your stomach so hopefully it does the opposite.

[jjkeverlast]

unholy drabble #2 | jjk (m)

pairing boyfriend!jk x reader

genre/au’s smùt (are we surprised?)

summary your boyfriend has you worked up over his body proportions after the vogue magazine becomes available.

word count 1.3k

warnings fluff!!! | they're very domestic and cute | reader praises jungkook's body, mostly his waist | looots of kisses and compliments handjôb & fïngering | they do it on a chair lmfao | and some crack cause y'all know me.

author’s note this isn't proofread, again some silly stuff cause we got absolutely wrecked with the content today. i hadn't expected to even do a second part to this 'drabble' series ummmm anywho dshjfgdjhfg enjoy this filth. @btscontentenjoyer you're at fault for this.

you knew that jungkook was the creative direction for the project for vogue. yet he left out a tiny detail. 

he would be wearing a crop top and showcasing that fucking waits of his. 

when you had first received the magazine, you were thrilled to see deeper into the concepts of time that your boyfriend had picked out. you just hasn’t expected to see him so… fuckable, all spread out and screaming the words ‘use me’ in his position. 

raising an eyebrow as you study the picture of him, you look up to see jungkook singing loudly to that that while cooking for the both of you. it still amazes you how he’s able to do both so well. this duality will be the cause of death one day, but for now you’re just extremely affected by your boyfriend. 

therefore, you stand up, closing the magazine and walking towards him. jungkook doesn't react until your arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him tight as he mumbles a sweet; “hi baby.” 

“smells good.” you kiss his neck, inhaling the sent of kimchi fried rice. jungkook giggles, grabbing a spoonful to make you taste. 

“tell me if you like it.” you wrap your lips around the silver spoon, carefully taking a bite to avoid getting burned and after a few seconds, your eyes pop open by the taste. 

“i love it.” you finish chewing, jungkook returning to make sure it doesn’t burn, the scraping of a wooden spoon hitting a pan erupting in your kitchen. 

“you know what else i love…?” 

jungkook raises an eyebrow, “me?” 

you chuckle, pecking his cheek. “of course i love you but… this.” your hands trail underneath his t-shirt, feeling the soft skin on your palm as your squeeze his waist. “i fucking love your waist, you’re so pretty baby.” you nuzzle your nose in his neck, causing a light tickle. 

“fuck.” jungkook breathes out, enjoying the feeling of how your arms so easily wrap around him. he feels small, delicate in your gentle touch and just as he’s about to tell you that food is almost ready, you drop down on your knees and pamper it with kisses.

you love showing admiration to jungkook’s body, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of, because have you seen him?! 

“o-oh—“ jungkook almost loses his grip on the spoon while his shirt is half ridden up, your mouth and tongue kissing him all over where you love holding him. 

“so tiny.” you murmur, “you’re so hot.” 

jungkook grows flustered over the way you so effortlessly compliment him and his appearance. here he has been dating you for almost five years and he still manages to get shy when you say the smallest thing about him. 

“d-dinner’s ready.” 

you remove your lips, too hungry to continue whatever you were starting and get up to set the table. jungkook is in awe over how quickly you act as if you didn’t just let yourself fall to your knees over his waist. 

as you eat the food, jungkook can’t stop thinking about how you held him, how your lips felt on the edges of his skin as you spoke so honestly about him. it starts affecting him and before he knows it, he’s growing hard under the table while you mindlessly swallow what’s in front of you. 

“you’re suddenly quiet, do you not like it?” it’s not hard for you to notice when your boyfriend is quiet and wants to remain silent, and usually it means something is bothering him. you assume it’s the food, because his plate has barely been touched meanwhile yours are left with a few crumbs. 

“no no, it’s just.” jungkook sighs, slumping in his chair. “love when you compliment me.” he mumbles the last part, fiddling with his fingers. 

you don’t hesitate to get up, and sit down on his lap which causes jungkook to gasp. 

“i will never stop showering you with compliments, have you seen yourself?!” you joke around, but internally mean every word and jungkook can defuse the humor and the seriousness in your comment. 

“i love you.” he kisses your lips softly and you melt into his touch. his hands are roaming on your back as you continue kissing, tongues intertwining to meet each other halfway. 

you don’t hesitate to bring your hands down to his waist again, loving how it feels under your palm as jungkook’s mouth moves to kiss you on your neck. 

“you’re so good to me.” he whispers against your skin and your mouth drops, loving the feeling of his mouth on your neck. 

“j-jungkook.” 

it’s a quickie as some would call it, because frankly you just need him this instant. you fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them in one go as jungkook helps you out by raising himself a little. 

he’s already hard, waiting for you to do anything. you spit directly on it, stroking him as you bring your lips back on his. jungkook has trouble kissing you back, mouth agape and small moans escaping with each breath. 

“f-fuck.” he hisses when your hand moves upwards, thumbs playing with his wet slit and that’s when patience runs thin. with one hand still gripping tightly onto his waist, you use your free hand to free you from the loose fitted sweatpants. they fall in an instant and jungkook being as impatient as you, runs his fingers on your wet core, pulling the fabric aside and letting himself feel just how wet you are. 

“can’t believe i can get you this wet.” he breathes out, continuing to move his fingers as your grip on his cock goes back to a mix of slow and rapid strokes. 

“need you.” you admit when his thumb starts toying with your clit. 

he removes his hand, watching you sink down on him slowly, your heat engulfing him further. a synchronized gasp from each of you slips out when you’re fully settled down. 

you don’t ever drop your hold on jungkook’s waist, even when you start riding him, bouncing up and down as jungkook bites down on your earlobe. 

it’s as if a mutual agreement is made when you don’t ever slow down, wanting to chase that high you’ve yearned for since you saw that picture of him in that magazine and the same counts for jungkook who’s been waiting after your form of teasing in the kitchen. 

you’re surprised the chai doesn’t fall off at any minute, despite the thrusts being firm and hard, skin slapping against skin filling the dining room, mixed with your sweet moans all together. 

your eyes keep slipping downwards, watching how jungkook’s cock disappears inside of you with each bounce. foreheads are leaned on each other, breaths mingled as the orgasm is close to washing over you both. 

“come on baby, wanna see you cum.” jungkook whispers, biting your bottom lip in encouragement, sensing your legs are already about to give out. you hadn’t really expected to be riding him in the middle of you both eating dinner, but then again your relationship with jungkook is full of surprises. 

“you’re so perfect, fuck—“ you moan, gripping his waist harsher as your pace turns more precise. jungkook can feel himself grow close, bringing his thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. the extra feeling of stimulation has you nearing the orgasm much closer than you expected. 

“i’m about to—“

“me too, baby, come on.” 

it’s all that’s needed for the final band to snap, causing you to tense as you come undone all over jungkook, while his cock twitches inside of you, filling you up. 

as you both come down from your high, you caress his stomach, giving it small rubs and pamper his cheeks with kisses. 

“my perfect boy.” you mutter, jungkook’s heart hammering in his chest over your words. 

he’s so fucking lucky. 

“remind me to thank vogue for putting me in a crop top.” he jokes with you, and you smile against his skin. “shut up and eat your food.” 

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

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[heeseung-min]

hii your writing is so good. hehehe do you mind if I request like. y/n had an amnesia and found out everything. that his husband wasn’t actually his real husband. (you can choose between enha member hehe)

[13:05]

"Good morning, sweetheart."

You smiled and felt your husband was hugging your body from behind. You were cooking fried rice kimchi as meal for breakfast. Usually Jay would be doing all of that since he always in charge of preparing the foods but you wanted to do it today. You let Jay snuggled and left some kisses on your shoulders before finally turn off the stove and serve the rice.

"I will be late today. Need to finish some assignments. Don't wait for me, okay?"

"Okay. I just left some dinner for you later."

"Sure. What are you planning to do today?"

"Uhm, I don't know. Maybe just watch some movies and cleaning the house."

Both of you continue talking while enjoying the breakfast. It's like a routine that you guys would do before Jay will go to work. After you and him shared goodbye kisses, you started to do the chores from doing the laundry until cleaning every rooms.

When you reached Jay' small office, you were a bit curious why this whole time he didn't let you to clean the room but today he gave you permission when you asked him. You didn't think too much and just open the door and looked around the room. It was a little bit dusty and messy with bunch of papers from his work. Maybe that's why he didn't let you clean the room.

You separated the papers from important to unimportant documents and discarded the unimportant one and sweep the dust on the table and the book shelves. You opened the window to ventilate the room and sat on his chair to rest yourself for few minutes. Your eyes caught the photo album that was on the table and slide off the pages watching pictures of you and Jay going to some places. Until you reached the last page where it was unfamiliar photo that you never see before but it has you in it. You were standing with a man but the face has been crossed with red pen made it difficult to detect the person.

"Why I never know about this picture?"

You decided to keep the picture and ask Jay when he's back from work. You continue to clean the room until you stumbled to a box and made it the things inside it fell to the floor.

"Ah shit. Erghh, I just clean it."

You quickly took all the papers and documents and put it back inside the box but your attention suddenly attracted to the specific paper that contains your own picture.

MISSING!!! IF YOU FOUND HER PLEASE CALL US!!!

You read the detail on the paper. This was three years ago before you married Jay. What was happening actually? You didn't have any clue about it. You started rummaging the boxes to find more clue and dumbfounded when you saw a marriage picture of you and someone else but not Jay. You suspected this was the same guy that you saw on the picture that has been crossed on his face.

Is the guy your real husband?

What about Jay?

"What are you doing there, sweetheart?"

You startled at the voice. He shouldn't be back at this time. Your hands started to shake when the nervous feeling hit you. Jay walked closer when you didn't respond to him. You felt scared when you finally connected the dots.

"Let's go out, sweetheart. My shift done early today."

"Who are you?"

Jay tilted his head and staring confusedly at you. He thought you were joking so he wanted to pull you closer to hug you but you stepped back instead.

"What are you playing right now, baby?"

"Answer me! Why I found my wedding picture with someone else?! What did you do to me three years ago??!!!"

Jay sighed and rolled his eyes. He cursed to himself for not throwing the box out.

"You aren't supposed to know about that, y/n."

"...what?"

You didn't have enough time to react when you felt Jay hit your head from the side and made your head collided harshly to the table. The last thing you saw was Jay's face and you felt he was gently carressing your hair.

"I did this for you."

__________________

__________________

When you woke up, you were at the hospital with Jay sleeping beside you while holding your hand. He jolted when he felt you were moving.

"Baby, are you okay?"

He asked as he caressed your hair and let you leaned closer. You didn't remember anything that caused you to be in here and you felt hurt when you tried it so you just shake your head.

"I'm good but how can I be at here?"

"The doctor said you fainted due to the stress. I'm sorry for not taking care of you."

"No no no you are doing good enough already."

Jay smiled when you hugged his body. He adjusted his body so both of you can fit on the bed. He pat your back until you finally sleep again on his arms.

And the cycle will repeat again.

You will live as the wife of Jay.

And this time Jay will burn every single thing that related to your past.

Man that was hard😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😦 yall better enjoy it or i will haunt you guys down

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[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (6/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love Warnings: slow burn, angst, talks about sexual assault, talks about being drugged, nosey people, rumors, boxing, drinking. Rating: mature, 18+ w.c: 11.7k Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

a/n: hello, I'm here after thousands of years. Thank you so much for sticking around I know I can't upload as often as I used to :( Lololol and I couldn't wait unti tomorrow^^ Also this chapter was very heavy for me to write, but I'm happy that I did it! That's all lmk your thoughts and I will see you when I see you :))

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It took you almost three hours to fall asleep.

You felt all giddy and excited for the morning to come, so much so that you woke up before your alarm without a complaint. Everything just felt so much simpler and brighter. You didn’t groan when the morning light peeked through the little slits between your blinds. You didn’t hesitate to push the white duvet from your body. And you practically skipped to the kitchen where Namjoon danced to his own rhythm as he prepared what seemed to be kimchi eggs.

At least that’s what your nose was hinting at. If you weren’t so distracted by the pleasant tangy smell, you would’ve noticed it the second you walked through his kitchen arcs. Maybe you would’ve had enough time to keep your jaw from hitting the floor, but it was like he sensed you despite your slow movements and turned around the moment you walked in.

“I made you breakfast.”

There was Kim Namjoon in all his perfect glory. Smiling. Shirtless. With a pair of black sleeping shorts hanging just below the navel of his abs, a light brown apron to protect him from the gas stove. You couldn’t see everything but you could see enough, and if enough was what was making you shake, then you were thankful you couldn’t see everything.

“Did you sleep well?” He cocked his head to the side as he plated your eggs on one of your ceramic plates with painted clouds on it. The stark contrast between his decor and yours was starting to morph into each other, slowly becoming perfect molds of the other and you had only been living together for a day.

“U-um, yeah my mattress is much more comfortable than my old one so I slept like I was on a cloud.” You said in a soft whisper as you slowly made your way to the barstool. Once you were seated you looked at the absolute feast in front of you.

Perfectly scrambled eggs with kimchi, a side salad, peanut butter toast topped with a perfect circle of sliced bananas, and a small bowl of tofu soup. This wasn’t like any breakfast you could ever make yourself. It was more than you deserved.

Suddenly you felt like crying. It’s only been a day since your compromise. You didn’t expect him to do a complete one eighty in the last twelve hours since you last saw each other. You were expecting small arguments here and there before they slowly died down. The domesticity of it all was slightly overwhelming, but you didn’t get enough to react like you would’ve liked because he was clumsily working his way through the kitchen again. Turning on the stove and mixing ingredients right before your eyes.

He looked so comfortable, effortless. You felt like a misplaced doll.

“What are you doing?” Was what came out of your mouth instead of the ‘thank you’ you had been mindlessly repeating over and over in your head. He chuckled, turning his head giving you a sweet dimpled smile.

He had to be messing with you. Not even the Namjoon you knew before acted like this. He never smiled wide enough to make his dimples appear and his eyes turn into little half moons. Unless it was towards his mother, who always made him turn into the sweet little boy she helped raise along with her son.

“I’m making us lunch. I figured we should clear out the fridge as much as possible to restock with new produce.” He shrugs and turns his attention back to the lilac frying pan he was using. Before you can answer with whatever obscenity your frontal lobe was currently developing. He spoke up again, “I’ve finished most of it already but when you’re done eating can you cut up the kiwi’s for me.” He finishes, continuing his task.

Certainly you’ve woken up in a different dimension. Are you still dreaming? This was most definitely not the same Namjoon who you were arguing with just a couple of days ago. Maybe it was his long lost twin brother that his entire family had kept hidden until now. Though, that theory would’ve been debunked with the amount of times you spent at his parents house doing Jungkook’s laundry for him. Maybe he fell last night and hit his head against one of his curated art pieces.

Come to think of it, you did wake up to the sound of something falling last night at around three in the morning.

That just had to be it!

“Are you okay?”

Namjoon stops and reaches his arm over, circling his fingers around the black knob to turn off the gas. He waits for the flame to die down before placing the pink rubber spatula on one of your cat holders. He turns around slowly, moving a bit to the side and leans against his perfect marble counter. One hand resting firmly on his hip.

He tilts his head to one side and narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “I’m perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He replies through a forced gritted smile. His calm and composed demeanor falters for a second and you almost let out a sigh of relief.

There had been no alien abduction last night. The last and final theory you had come up with. The Namjoon you knew was still present, and he was slightly annoyed.

“You’re not being you?” You confess pushing your eggs around on your plate.

Namjoon scoffs and pushes himself away from the counter and begins to untie his apron. You’re in the middle of your first bite, when you see him throw it onto his kitchen island. Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you finally get a glimpse of his faint abdominal muscles. But what really has you swallowing fast so you don’t choke on your food is his chest. And the bulging muscles of his arms as he crosses them in front of him.

Did he turn off the air con? It is suddenly really hot in this kitchen.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to make that assumption.” He speaks up, taking you out of your trance. Right, you think. This isn’t time to shamelessly ogle at Namjoon’s body. You’re in a serious conversation? At least that’s the direction it seems to be heading. Whatever type of conversation you could currently be having with Namjoon, his tone of voice and accusatory glance triggers something in you. You’ve forgotten the compliment about how his hard work at the gym is paying off. The heatwave is replaced with a wave of defense and you’re up in a seconds ready to stand your ground in a battle that you have unintentionally started.

“I’m just saying Namjoon, you’re acting completely different than the person you were just last night.”

Namjoon shakes his head, grabs hold of the pan and sets it on top of an old kitchen rag. “You wanted a compromise, this is me trying. You wanted to be friends, so I’m treating you like how I treat all of my friends.” He mumbles and opens a lilac tupperware and begins to plate the spinach spaghetti aglio he had been making this entire time.

Defeated, you sit back down on the barstool. So, this is what being Namjoon’s friend was like. What were you all of those years ago?

It’s that realization that has you standing again, almost knocking down the barstool, catching Namjoon’s attention whipping his head in your direction, a confused look on his face. The conversation isn’t over yet, and he guesses it’s because that stubborn part of you that always needed to have the last word is still in there. He finds it just as infuriating as he did all those years ago.

“So you basically beg all of your friends to marry you?” You start, the accusation isn’t enough to fire up Namjoon. That is until you open your mouth again. “You kiss all your friends too.” You mumble, looking around his kitchen, taking in the modernism and avoiding the glare he sends your way.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He speaks up. His voice is laced with annoyance. You always knew how to hold a grudge and you always knew how to bring up past mistakes in order to win an argument.

“Do you cook breakfast and lunch for all of your friends? You give them all jobs and help pay for their student loans? Oh, do you offer them a place to live or a separate house too? Or do you only do that for the woman you pay to be with you?” You accuse, rolling your eyes in annoyance. It’s a petty accusation and definitely out of pocket, but that’s what he does to you. He brings out the nasty little monster that still holds a grudge against him for what he did to you all those years ago.

Namjoon has had enough. The anger sizzles inside of him. He slams the lid of the tupperware down against his countertop, making you jump. He turns to face you slowly, moving his chest up and down in a poor attempt to stay calm. The peaceful and easy morning you thought you were going to have has moved out of the vicinity. As well as the deal the two of you made last night, and you’re the only one to blame.

You just can’t ever keep your mouth shut.

“What exactly are you referring to?” He seethes, taking deep breaths as he grips the corner of his countertop with one hand.

“I can’t help but think you have ulterior motives. Nothing about this makes any sense to me. I haven’t been working on campus for long but I have already heard the rumors questioning your character. And Jungkook has continuously ranted about the revolving door of women that would come in and out of your apartment when the two of you lived together. I just can’t begin to understand why I’m your last choice, why I’m the one in this position when you and I both know that there’s someone out there way better. Unless you want something more from me otherwise why would you have kissed me?”

Namjoon closes his eyes, taking in your words. If he’s being honest with himself he also doesn’t understand his motives. He knows why he is doing this. At least the half that involves his parents. But you’re right he doesn’t know why it had to be you in the first place. Sure, it was the simpler choice and he was running out of time, but if he really wanted to he could’ve bought himself some time to find the person he truly wants to share his life with.

Could it be that deep down he wants it to be you?

He can’t stand you accusing him of stooping so low though. He doesn’t know why he kissed you. It was an impulse that he has never felt in his entire life. Yet, he feels so angry that he can’t think clearly, because he’s spent years dodging the accusations at work, and Jungkook’s gossiping.

“You think I am paying you for sex?” He says in disbelief.

You shrug, pushing in the barstool. “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that you pay someone for sex, according to your colleagues. Which I hold no judgment for but I am not that type of person.”

“And you believe that nonsense?” He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. “I thought that you out of all people would not believe those rumors. I have never done that in my life, because like you just said I am not that ‘type of person’. I will also never do that to you.” He argues, taking slow steps in your direction, reducing the air that’s separating the two of you.

“Why? Because I am undesirable?” You spit out. Throwing out the words that hurt you the most all of those years ago.

He shakes his head, rounding the corner to the bar and stands right in front of you. “No, that’s not why? I–”

“Then why? Namjoon I don’t understand I–”

“I respect you too much.” He interrupts looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s a look you have never seen on him before. It’s new, it feels foreign and it makes you doubt his words even more. Especially when you know that he hasn’t shown any ounce of respect for you since before he rudely barged into your life again.

You click your tongue, turning your head to the side. His gaze burns with something you can’t decipher. “You don’t have to lie, there’s no one around.”

“I’m not lying.” He fights back his voice full of hope. “You don’t have to believe me but–”

“Of course I don’t. Not only have you been a complete asshole since we met again but years ago you threw my feelings for you right to my face. You called me crazy, undesirable, and unlovable. And in that same vein you confessed to me.” Your hands quickly go up to cover your mouth. Your eyes bulge out in surprise. The little secret you had been holding in for the past ten years escapes you before you can even stop yourself. Nobody knew what had really happened after your tumultuous fight. It was something you were going to take with you to your grave.

Namjoon is stunned. He’s stuck between calling you out on your bullshit and believing you. Truth be told he doesn’t remember anything else from that night. Apart from the fight he had with you, and the words he said very clearly.

Could it be that there has always been a missing piece to his story. One that he never bothered to look for because he didn’t know it existed. Until now.

If he’s being honest, Namjoon never understood why you cut all ties with him from one day to another. Sure, he was brutal in his choice of words. He wanted to get his point across but he was always so much better at writing them rather than saying them. The second he opened his mouth both of your worlds turned upside down, and he was full of regret. As a last ditch resort to salvage the remaining spark of your friendship because back then he couldn’t picture a life without you in it–and maybe that’s transversed to now–he apologized. He wrote you a letter, explaining his thought process and that he valued you a lot more than you could ever imagine, but nothing came out of it.

Did you even get his letter?

He figures you did but choose to walk away for good. It’s something that he’s kept locked next to his heart. It’s a hurt he’s never fully healed from and it’s why he acts so cold towards you. Believe him, he’s been suffering since Taehyung’s party. But if what you’re saying is true, then he might finally understand something that has been keeping him up at night whenever he gets into his head.

“I what?” His ego is faltering as he watches your eyes water with frustrated tears. Every negative thought he’s ever had of you since then to make himself feel better for his heinous words and unproclaimed apology, makes him look even worse than before.

Your shoulders drop, “You came back. You apologize, and told me that you had loved me all this time.” You sniffle, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly. “You were drunk, so I didn’t believe you. I thought you were playing a joke on me, but I made myself believe that if you could tell me exactly that when you woke up the next day then I would forgive you.” You take a deep breath in, closing your eyes tightly. “I never got to know the truth because Jungkook called me. He was furious, asking if I had seen you. He let it slip that the girl you had picked up that night refused to leave and was trashing the apartment.” You take a step back from him. “So, I can’t believe you when you tell me that you respect me because if you did then you wouldn’t have told me that you were in love with me after you told me I could never be loved, and not after you had slept with someone else.” You finish, bringing your hand up and whipping away the lone tear that you had let slip.

The truth was finally out.

The real reason why you never talked to him again. And the reason why your self-esteem crumbled into tiny pieces of glass. You hated that time. You slipped into bad habits, looking for validation in different crowds that never had your well-being in mind. You spiraled out of control. You let go of your bodily autonomy because for the longest time you thought you weren’t worth it. Until the night in which everything was taken from you. Both Jungkook and Jimin were there to witness the crumpled up piece of paper that you had become. It’s why they’re so protective of you because seeing you so helpless and paralyzed with fear was horrifying.

They haven’t voiced it out loud yet, but you know they don’t want you to go through this thing with Namjoon. Although, he wasn’t the culprit for your distrust in men. He was the reason as to why you went down a road that you didn’t belong on.

So, as much as you would like too, because guarding yourself with high walls is tiring. You can’t let them down. You lost so much for such a long time. Keeping them up is the only way you can protect yourself.

“No, I’m–no, I didn't do that.” He starts letting his hands fall against his sides. Your attention is back on him and you’ve never witnessed someone look so lost. “I would’ve remembered, I never drink that much.”

“So, I’m lying?” You scoff, throwing your hands in the air. As much as you're angry and want to continue fighting for your side. You’ve held on for so long to that little secret and now that it is out. You feel more exhausted than before.

Namjoon shakes his head. “I didn’t sleep with anyone that night. I would remember if I did.” He says more to himself. His head feels like it's being rewired a milliseconds at a time. Everything he’s thought up until this point feels foreign to him. He’s angry at himself, at Jungkook, and you. He’s trying to recall the events of that night. You told him you loved him with a starry look in your eyes. He turned you down in the worst way possible. He left. He went to the little speakeasy bar located in between a chinese-korean fusion restaurant and a lighting shop, by his apartment. He was approached by someone they talked a little and then he hits a black wall. He suspects that’s where the missing puzzle piece is hidden. He truly doesn’t remember ever going back to see you. Only that the next day he woke up woke up with the worst hangover of his life and Jungkook’s silent treatment that lasted more than two months.

“I really don-“

You lift a hand in defeat, and Namjoon’s words fall dead in the air. You let out a big sigh. “You don’t have to come up with any excuses to spare my feelings. What’s done is done. You don’t have to do all of this either.” You signal to your now forgotten breakfast and half packed lunch. “We can continue to pretend outside of this apartment, but we don’t have to try so hard to like each other and build something between the two of us. I’m sorry for suggesting it in the first place. I thought it would make things a lot easier but now I see that it won’t.” You say almost sadly before finally turning around and walking away.

It’s frustrating because even now he still lets you have the last word. He has so many things he wants to say, but his words are stunted with shock.

If Namjoon was born lucky, we would’ve stopped you from walking away from him again. He would’ve tried to convince you to call out of work so that the two of you could figure this out together. He’s never felt more serious about something before in his life–except for his research. He needs to know what happened during the second half of that night, and you’re the only one who seems to know.

Sadly, he wasn’t born lucky, and he loves to take the easy way out. He’s stuck watching your back, while his feet stay glued on the ground. He’s stuck with having to go about his day as if his world hasn’t just been flipped upside down by you.

There’s a rumor going around in the Literature/ Philosophy/Rhetoric department of HYBE U.

Professor Kim has stormed out of his classroom.

It was a lecture on aesthetics. Ancient aesthetics to be exact. It is one of his favorite’s to teach because he can talk about how beauty can be found in tragedy. It’s an immerseful lecture, it’s inspiring at all times. Namjoon loves to get lost in the philosophy of it all. You could almost say that he’s obsessed with how they believed that for one to be beautiful on the outside, they would need to be vicious on the inside. It proposes the questions:

Is beauty reflective of one's inner self or of what they desire? What lengths would you go to, to achieve that beauty?

Except on Monday for Namjoon’s first lecture of the day, he never made it that far. He never got the chance to hear his students' input, because he walked out ten minutes after walking into the lecture hall. He didn’t give anybody a warning. He didn’t pack up his stuff, he just stormed out, leaving behind a bewildered room of about twenty something pupils.

He hasn’t been seen since.

“I heard that one of Professor Kim’s parents died.”

“I heard that he was coming out of a weekend bender, I mean did you see how he was dressed. It’s like he just rolled out of bed.”

“I heard that it was a cocaine bender. I mean none of those crazy philosophy professors are sober.”

“Actually I heard Professor Kim’s fiance left him. She took advantage of him and then walked out on him this past weekend.”

Normally, contrary to popular belief you wouldn’t have thought twice about the rumors going around campus. Sure, you did tell Namjoon that you believed the rumors that were going around about him sleeping with multiple of the staff. Deep down you knew they weren’t true. At least to a certain extent, you won’t fault him for entertaining his desires.

Now as you’re making your way through the department the whispers only get louder from both faculty and students. The vicious stares only keep zeroing in the closer you get to your office, and if you have to hear one more person say something along the lines of: “Oh, she’s the one that took all his assets, look at her prancing around like she owns the world.” You will go insane.

Have they never seen a couples brawl before?

Though it does bother you to a certain extent. You didn’t leave him. You’re very much still with him. The only difference is the dynamics between the two of you. You only assume you’re being brought into this because you took a taxi to work rather than riding with him.

“I heard Professor Kim caught her with his step-brother, looks like she’s interested in good for nothing guys.”

You stop dead in your tracks, clutch onto your laptop case with an iron grip. Furious is an understatement you’re seething. You could ignore the things being said about you, knowing they would die down the minute they see the two of you together, but not the things being said about Jungkook.

Seriously, did they never fight with their significant other?

Yet, now that Jungkook is being thrown into the mix. You’re seeing red. So, instead of continuing your route to your office, you quickly turn, glaring at the person who just spewed the accusation, and make your way to Namjoon’s office.

You’re walking so fast that you’re there in seconds. You stare at the gold name plate in front of you. Dr. Namjoon Kim, it reads. You don’t let yourself admire it for a second longer because now you have an urgency that feels overwhelming. You knock so hard, your knuckles turn red. He opens on the third knock. His blue dress shirt is untucked, his tie forgotten on his desk. There are papers everywhere, yellow notepads sprawled all over the floor.

Jungkook is sitting at his desk, scrolling through the desktop.

Now you understand why Jungkook was suddenly being brought into the mess.

Namjoon is stunned, he’d been so out of it for the whole day, that he had forgotten that you worked with him in the same building. He’s been hiding out in his office, sending mass emails to all of his students, letting them know that due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ he will be canceling all of his classes today.

Then, Jungkook showed up. His confusion lasted for a few seconds when he remembered that his brother’s sudden appearance wasn’t out of the blue.

Somewhere on his desk calendar were the words ‘Jungkook computer’ penciled in. It had completely slipped his mind that he had contacted the younger to set up the new desktop computer he had just bought. It required a set of skills that Namjoon d didn’t posses, and the only language he hasn’t bothered to learn, unlike his brother. The computer genius, Jungkook’s strongest forte. Those three semesters of computer coding classes didn’t go to waste. Only the amount of money he spent on them. He left them behind right before his last semester to earn a two year degree in photography, along with his parent’s disappointment.

“Can I come in?” You tilt your head gesturing to the inside of his office. He’s still looking at you wide-eyed, lost, and confused. Almost like he doesn’t quite understand why you are here. He thought he read the signs right this morning when he went to get you from your room to ask if you still wanted a ride to work. It was empty so he immediately took that as you not wanting to talk to him for a while.

Now, you were here standing in front of his office. It wasn’t even lunch time, and he knows you’ve already finished your last lecture of the day. Usually at this time you’re in your office waiting for him to finish, to go home together. It’s a routine that didn’t take long for him to memorize, especially because he had your work schedule printed out and pinned next to a picture of his family on the gray bulletin board of his office.

He is confused because you do want to talk to him now?

He doesn’t realize that he’s only been staring at you like a deer caught in headlights, without saying a word. His train of thought only breaks when you open your mouth again to ask the same question as before. “Um, yeah sure. Sorry about the mess. I think I lost some student papers.” He swallows, scratching the back of his head, as he steps to the side to let you in. He takes a deep breath before closing the door behind him, avoiding all the intrigued stares looking into his office in hopes to get a peak of the situation to add on to their fabricated stories.

“Hey Bunny, I was going to stop by your office to set up your new desktop in an hour.” Jungkook says, his eyes don’t leave the wide screen in front of him to know that you’re absolutely confused.

“I don’t have a new computer, Kook.” You say, walking up to Namjoon’s desk and setting your laptop in front of it.

Before Jungkook can answer and add onto your suspicions. Namjoon speaks up from behind you. “I bought you a new one when I bought mine. They both came in today so I asked Kook to come set them up since he’s the computer genius.”

You whip your head to face him, making him cringe. He hates that you look equally as shocked and annoyed at him. Truth be told he wasn’t thinking when he placed the order. He saw a good deal and took it. Thought that it would be a nice welcoming gift for you. Plus, speaking from experience, HYBE U’s faculty computers were so old that they never backed up anything. He’s lost so many hours of research in the years that he’s worked here.

“You didn’t have to do that Namjoon.” You sigh, shaking your head and making your way to one of his guest chairs. “But we can talk about that later because now that the two of you are here. We have something to discuss.”

This catches both of their attention. Namjoon stops looking through the old files in his filing cabinet, and Jungkook pauses his typing, indicating that you have their full undivided attention.

“Namjoon walked out of his lecture this morning. So, people are assuming the worst of you. And I’m guessing because someone saw Jungkook they’re also saying that I’m in some sort of love triangle with the two of you. Not to mention I am now a gold digger.” You let out a frustrated sigh, looking between the two of them. They look unfazed and it triggers something in you.

“My favorite one is the one where Namjoon is an alcoholic slash drug addict, slash mafia member.” Jungkook shrugs before returning to his typing, humming underneath his breath as he pulls up windows on windows of numbers and letters you can’t begin to understand.

You roll your eyes crossing your arms in front of you. “Don’t listen to them, they have nothing better to do than to assume.” Namjoon says, closing the filing cabinet and then moving on to the stacks of papers on his office floor. He sits down crossed legged, furrowing his brows as he begins to sort through them.

You scoff, “I understand that this is something that you are used to, but I’m not. My life was peaceful, rumor free before I got involved with you again. Now, I’m a gold digger, and a heartbreaker, and a mafia leaders wife.”

Namjoon slams the stack of papers he had been holding down on his carpeted floor. He’s been on edge since your big reveal this morning. He understands your frustration, but what is he supposed to do? Go out into the lobby and tell everyone that the real reason why the two of you are arguing is because ten years ago he confessed that he was in love with you and doesn’t remember a thing. And that the reason why things don’t make sense in your relationship is because your engagement isn’t real, and that the two of you are only together for personal and financial gain. Truthfully, it will only fuel the rumors more. And from personal experience, he’s learned to ignore them because eventually they’ll die down.

“There’s nothing we can do, but ignore them. They’re baseless and people will forget about them by tomorrow.” He pleas, running a stressed hand through his hair. He really needs to find those student papers. He didn’t realize they were missing until he came back from his lecture this morning. This stress is only adding onto the stress of the missing memories from ten years ago. He wants the whole world to hide away until he can figure shit out for himself.

“Maybe if the two of you stopped fighting people will stop making up rumors. I heard the two of you came to work in separate cars.” Jungkook suggests with a shrug. It only adds to your annoyance.

“There’s a reason for that.” You grumble.

“I’m sure there is but you guys are doing such a shitty job at this whole engagement thing. So, you better sort your shit out before it somehow reaches mom and dad.”

You roll your eyes and move to sit on the floor in front of Namjoon. Your heart aches to see the stress lines form all across his forehead. You wish you had been a bit nicer to him this morning, but the adrenaline from your reveal was doing most of the talking. If what he claims to be true. That he doesn’t remember anything then your heart aches for him. You know what it’s like to have pieces of your memories go missing. You’ve been where he has been before, and it takes a lot of brain power and willpower to not give up.

“Do you need help?” You whisper, crossing your legs in front of you. Namjoon lifts his head, nodding at your question before moving onto the next stack of papers. He’s never been this careless before. He’s always been so meticulous with his work and again if the university’s online submission system wasn’t so faulty he wouldn’t be having this problem.

“Do you remember the last time you had them?”

Namjoon shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “They turned them in last week, I swear they were on my desk, and I don’t remember taking them anywhere.”

You nod, starting to sort through another stack of papers. You have no idea what you’re supposed to be looking for. The fault of essays is that they’re all formatted the same way thanks to university guidelines. But you guess giving him the illusion that he has an extra pair of hands and eyes helping him makes him feel more calm.

“What day last week?”

“Thursday.”

A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Joon, didn't you come to my office right after your lecture on Thursday. I think you might’ve left them there. I haven’t been to my office yet, so I don’t know but we can check.”

Namjoon feels like a wave of relief has passed through him. He’s up instantly and full of hope as he extends his hand for you to take. “I hope you’re right, I really need to start grading them before their final papers come in.” He says, while you take his hand and you let him pull you up.

“Looks like we’re going on a family field trip through a sea of gossip.” Jungkook says from behind the two of you. “I’m done setting up your computer, I need to get to yours Bun, Joon and I have a gym session in an hour.” He says looking down at his smart watch, swiping through the tiny screen.

It makes you shudder at how official he looks. You’ve never seen him so calculated and organized before.

“You’re going to the gym?” You tilt your head as Namjoon interlaces his fingers with yours and opens the door to his office. You don’t question it, knowing it’s probably because it will put a rest to the rumors once and for all. It makes you tingle a little bit even though you know it’s all for show.

Namjoon nods as he steps out with you. “I forgot to tell you, but I can drop you off at home and then pick you up to go to the grocery store.”

You shake your head, following his lead as he moves towards your office with ease. Avoiding all the whispers and glares going on around you. “That’d be a waste of time and gas. I can just go with you to the gym and then we can go from there.”

“I don’t want you to get bored.” He’s sincere about it. He knows you’re not a fan of gyms ever since you were young. He knows you hate the smell of them and the testosterone that gets released into the air by all the men that are trying to compete with one another. Seokjin’s gym is no different.

You shrug, and open the door to your office. “I’ll just run on the treadmill and then bother Seokjin until he kicks me out.” You grin, stepping in. He follows behind you along with Jungkook who has a shit eating grin on his face.

Jungkook closes the door behind him. “Good job team, that’s more like it. You two make a very good and fake loving couple. I just saw all the jealous glares following the two of you. I can assure that all those rumors bothering you today will be forgotten by the time we all leave. Or worse, considering I heard some gasps and the accusation of us being a throuple thrown out there. ” He shrugs and lifts his hands up for a high-five, which the two of you ignore, with a roll of your eyes.

“People need to learn how to whisper.” You shake your head in disbelief before untangling your fingers from Namjoon’s. You spot the box of your new desktop on one of your guest chairs, and you guess it had been delivered to your office by the mail department while you were in class. As annoyed as you are about Namjoon spending his money on you. You’re still grateful he even thought of you in the first place.

Before you can admit defeat and give him your thanks, Namjoon is making a beeline to your empty bookshelf. A stack of papers, neatly placed on one of the shelves. He picks them up and lets out a sigh of relief. He must’ve placed them there while he was waiting for you last Thursday. It’s no wonder you hadn’t really spotted them because they weren’t in your line of sight.

“Found them?” You ask, stepping to the side as Jungkook soundlessly moves behind you to get to your desk.

“Yes, fuck, thank you for helping me.” Namjoon says. “Is it okay if I go back to my office to start grading them?” His question throws you off guard. Why would he need your permission? You nod, and he rushes out a quick thanks before he’s disappearing again, leaving you behind with Jungkook.

For a few minutes there’s an air of silence, apart from Jungkook’s angry mumbles as he assesses the mess of cables. Until he speaks up from under your desk. “You know, the rumors bothered him more than he let on.”

You turn around quickly and walk to where he is kneeling. “What do you mean?”

“Before you came in, he was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf and mumbling about how everyone was stupid for assuming things.” He shrugs, “I think he didn’t want you to worry so much, which is why he told you to ignore them.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you sit down on the floor beside him, watching as he untangles and unplugs cables. “Did you hear the one about him selling his left kidney to the black market?”

Jungkook laughs, looking at you from over his shoulder. “It was so specific, I honestly couldn’t ignore it. I mean why not the right one?”

You laugh, taking the cable he tosses at you.

Namjoon can feel the droplets of sweat roll down the sides of his face. He hates sweating. Scratch that he hates that his body naturally runs hot, resulting in sweating even when standing still, It gets worse during the summer months. Though, in this instance he isn’t just standing. He’s in an intense sparring match with Jungkook.

After leaving your office. He managed to tidy up and grade at least three papers. The hour was up before he knew it and he was driving the three of you to Seokjin’s gym. The session started off simple, but then he saw that you had changed into gym clothes and for some reason his brain short circuited. He found himself pushing himself more when you looked in his direction and trying his best to get your attention whenever it wasn’t on him.

He doesn’t necessarily understand where this animalistic desire to hunt came from. He just knows that he probably looks like those annoying jocks with an inflated ego. And now you’re behind the gym’s front desk, laughing at something the owner is saying. His pit bubbles up with something undesirable and his hits only get stronger.

He wants your attention.

“Want to tell me why the two of you fought this morning?” Jungkook says out of breath, his words muffled from the navy mouth guard. He steps a few feet away from his brother, hands up protecting his face.

Namjoon understands every word, and he knows his brother had been dying to ask since he stepped into his office earlier that day.

“It’s nothing.” Namjoon shrugs, moving in to land a punch on his shoulder only for it to be blocked by the younger. Sometimes, Namjoon really hates sparring with Jungkook. He can’t begin to understand how the younger’s reflexes are so fast. It’s like he can predict where he is going to hit before Namjoon even thinks about it. He prefers Seokjin, but he’s chatting you up behind the counter. This thought has him charging forward again and Jungkook blocks it again.

Fuck, why is he so good at everything?

Jungkook, steps forward landing a punch to the side of Namjoon’s ribs, and he lets out a huff of pain. “It didn’t seem like nothing, it wasn’t like those petty fights the two of you have been having. It's more right?” He side steps, dodging Namjoon’s hit, and he lets out another frustrated groan. “You’re too slow.” The younger chuckles.

“Maybe you’re just freakishly fast, idiot.” He rolls his eyes, before taking a step back. He lets out a big sigh shaking his head. Wordlessly letting his brother know that he needs a moment. If this was a different day Namjoon could go hours without stopping. But every now and then his body asks for a break.

Jungkook nods before removing one of his gloves and mouth guard. “Are you going to tell me or will I have to live in the dark forever.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“So, I can help of course.” Jungkook replies with a hint of arrogance, a smirk making its way onto his face.

Namjoon sighs as he sits down against the wall, taking off his gloves and setting them to the side. Jungkook joins him, bringing his knees up to his chest, patiently waiting for his brother to answer.

Sometimes it’s funny how things work. Who would’ve thought that the two brother’s from different mother’s would one day grow to depend on each other so much. Despite Jungkook being younger than him, he somehow always had helpful advice.

“Apparently told her that I loved her the same night I told her I could never love her.” He whispers, picking at the gauze on his hands. He ignores Jungkook’s shock, it’s enough to know that he didn’t know and that truly the only one who knew was you. Before he can let his brother get a word in he continues to talk. “I don’t remember that, I don’t remember any of it and it’s scaring me.” He admits, bringing his knees up to his chest.

“What do you mean you don’t remember that. It seems like a pretty big thing to just forget.” Jungkook offers just as equally as confused as him.

“Apparently you called her asking about my whereabouts because my one night stand wouldn’t leave.” Namjoon adds and it triggers a memory Jungkook forgot he had. He does remember being furious at his older brother. Not only because earlier that night you had called him to tell him everything. It only added to his anger when he found a strange woman on his couch.

“How do you not remember that?” Jungkook questions again, sitting up straighter. He remembers the anger he felt then. He remembers picking up his brother at your parents house. And he remembers how drunk Namjoon had been, which only made matters worse because he was uncontrollable and winning like a baby as he hauled him into their shared car. He remembers your tear stained face, and your hardened features. He remembers being afraid of never seeing you again because of his brother and his mistakes. He also remembers everything that spiraled out of control after that night. All the nights you were physically and emotionally in pain. He remembers it so vividly, that he’s so annoyed that his brother doesn’t.

Was that moment so insignificant that he was able to forget it in seconds?

Namjoon sighs, closing his eyes. “I swear on mom and dad’s life, on my career, on my fucking life Kook that I don’t remember anything after I left her house the first time. I don’t remember ever getting home from the bar or bringing somebody home.” There is a mess of emotions going on inside of him, but the main one is fear.

Jungkook turns his head to face his brother. He can see the inner turmoil written all over his face, as much as he felt anger back then. He can’t help but feel a little guilty. What if after all these years his anger was misplaced?

“What are you implying?” Jungkook whispers.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to know. I’ve gone through so many scenarios in my head.” He sets his head on top of his arms resting on his knees. The only thing that he can come up with that makes sense is the one thing he wants to ignore. “Maybe I was drugged.” He whispers. In seconds Jungkook’s arms are around him and he’s bringing him closer. He didn’t know that one day he would’ve had to go through this again, let alone with his brother.

He feels angry again, this time at himself for not thinking twice about everything, and to the people who keep hurting the ones he loves. “I’m sorry Joon, I’m sorry for being such an ass to you. I should’ve–”

“You couldn’t have done anything Kook. You don’t normally think about things like this happening to men, let alone people who look like me. I also don’t know if that’s entirely true.”

“It doesn’t matter Joon, someone still took advantage of you.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe that’s just me making shit up in my head to understand why I can’t remember the second half of events that night.” Namjoon sighs, sitting up straight and unwraps the gauze around his knuckles. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

Jungkook sighs, shaking his head. “Joon, one day you’re going to realize that you don’t have to fight all of your battles on your own. Whatever happened that night, whatever made you lose your memories that night. You don’t have to go through that alone. You don’t have to put yourself through that agony. You have people around you that will always be there for you.” He says, spotting you laughing at something Seokjin was saying, your short ponytail bouncing while you shake. It took so long for you to smile and laugh like that, and he never wants that smile to disappear again. “You don’t have to make up excuses or say it’s not a big deal. If you believe that’s what happened to you, knowing yourself, then that’s what happened. It might be too late to go back to that time and fix our wrongs, but we can start fresh from this moment on. I know will understand and want that too.” Jungkook finishes, nodding in your direction.

Namjoon follows his younger brother's gaze. He catches you staring at them. At him. The second your eyes meet, you send him a smile, ignoring whatever nonsense Seokjin is spewing at you. It’s a silent conversation, only the two of you understand. He knows that even though things from this morning still need to be resolved, that Jungkook is right.

“When did you get so wise?” Namjoon looks over at him.

Jungkook, sits up taller, puffing his chest out, out of pride from the subtle praise. He flexes his arms in front of him before responding. “Mom says it’s because this isn’t my first life.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes before standing up, grabbing his equipment with him and extends a hand for him to take. “Whatever, I’m going to have to cut our session short.” He pulls the doe-eyed man up with ease, before glancing over his shoulder where you’re now organizing the gym’s merchandise. No doubt that you have somehow been recruited by the owner himself to do the thing he finds most annoying. He smiles wide, looks at his suspecting brother.

“I have to go grocery shopping”

As gross as it sounds, Namjoon didn’t bother changing out of his gym clothes. He was in such a hurry that all he did was wet his hair in the sink and wipe the sweat from his face. He acknowledges that he might’ve smelled a little too much like a man, but he wouldn’t know because you haven’t made a face or brought it up. You’re simply scanning the aisles, and referring to your phone while he pushes the cart next to you.

“What meals do you want to have this week?” You ask, as you stop walking out of curiosity. He had been so hyper focused on the way that he might’ve smelled that he forgot to ask you that on the car ride over. Now, he is drawing a blank. He’s sure he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Pasta?” He tilts his head to the side, making you laugh. You should’ve known the only thing he’s really confident in making is pasta. When he told you that Seokjin had been teaching him how to cook, you expected more knowledge of different meals. Not more knowledge on different kinds of pasta.

“How about I decide and you just continue to help me push the cart.” You suggest, giving his shoulder a pat and then start walking again. He forgot the other reason he had been so distracted, until now. You also hadn’t changed from your workout clothes. Not that it mattered because you hadn’t actually worked out. Apart from the thirty minutes on the treadmill before getting distracted by Seokjin, and being roped into odd jobs around the gym.

There should be no reason why your ass looks as good as it did in those wine colored leggings. Or why they somehow hugged your waist perfectly. And why is your black shirt so tight? He feels troubled.

“I’m thinking that we can make a bunch of power bowls for lunch this week, and then I don’t know what for dinner.” You say with a pensive hand on your chin.

“I can make mandu soup one night? Mom showed me how to make it a few years ago.” He adds on, looking at the frozen packs of different types of dumplings. Personally, his favorite ones are the kimchi ones. “But Seokjin also wants me to start fasting, so maybe I can just make you dinner.” He ends, looking over to his side where you’ve taken it upon yourself to open one of the freezer doors. He smiles when you shudder at the sudden cool breeze hitting your arms.

“I can just fast with you.” You shrug, showing him the mixed bag of dumplings. He nods in approval and you hum while setting it down in the cart. He watches as you pull your phone out of the band of your leggings, and check something off from the list on your phone.

Namjoon starts to push the cart again once you step to the side. He feels you come beside him, and from the corner of his eye he sees you place your hand on the cart handle. A little too close to his. “You don’t need to fast with me,” he stops for a second to gather his thoughts. He’s finally beginning to learn that with you he needs to do that before he starts to spew out nonsense. “I don’t want you to fast with me. You don’t need to and it helps me if I make food for you.” He shrugs, looking ahead because he’s positive that he catches the little warmth that hides behind your indifferent stare; he will melt in this frozen aisle of the grocery store.

“Fine, I’ll do a baby fast after I eat dinner, no more midnight snacks and cookies, and icecream.” You decide, and he can’t argue with that because once you have your mind set on something, he knows he won’t be able to change it.

“We can have cookies and ice cream on the weekend.” He pouts, while you open another freezer door and take out two bags, one of frozen pieces of korean pumpkin, and another of frozen pieces of sweet potato. He makes a face, knowing they’re his least favorite but now he understands why you suggested making power bowls for lunch this entire week.

Seokjin must’ve gotten into your head and your grocery list.

He sees you pause before setting the bags into the cart. The wheels visibly turn in your head and you look at him brightly. “Can we make a pit stop before going home?”

Home.

To Namjoon the word feels so foreign and familiar coming from your mouth. If he’s being honest he’s never pictured building a home with anyone in his life. So, why did it feel so right when you said it? He must be trippin. He must be still running on the endorphins of his workout. He must still be thinking about the past Namjoon who confessed without knowledge. He must still be trying to justify his actions to find an answer, because there’s still a little part of him that doesn’t believe he ever said he was in love.

In his thirty years of life he’s never been in love. He can’t begin to explain what love feels like because he doesn’t think he’s ever experienced it. Yet, there’s the part of him that is yelling at him, annoyed for ignoring all the signs that were already there. Ever since this morning he’s been in a constant battle with himself. Teetering over the edge of letting himself feel again and keeping all of his feelings locked up like a constipated kid who had too much chocolate before dinner.

He can’t deny that it will just be easier if he lets go, but he wasn’t lying when he told Jungkook he was scared. Scared that something had been taken from him and he didn’t know about it for years. Why must life and love be so complicated? Why couldn’t you have one without the other? He’s always been a simple man. A simple university professor for the later half of his life. And here he was contemplating his life altogether like he was going through the midlife crisis he had when he was twenty five again.

It’s all so tiring, but he supposes this is karma for dedicating his life to philosophy. He overthinks everything and runs himself in circles looking for answers only to end up with more questions.

Sigh.

Namjoon realizes he didn’t answer your question, when you shrug and keep walking. He has to catch up to you with only a few steps before he’s back next to you. Your hand comes up to the handle with practice and you look up at him. The same question burning behind your curious stare.

“Yes, where do you want to go?”

You smile brightly, clapping your hands in front of you. “There’s a really small fruit stand by the apartment, the ahjussi there sells the best sweet potatoes in the world.” You explain with such joy that he can’t help but feel excited as well. “I want to eat only that for dinner. I’ve really been craving it for weeks now. Jungkook used to bring me some whenever he came over after visiting you.”

Namjoon’s mouth opens in understanding and he nods. “Well, you can’t just have that for dinner. You need to eat something else.” He tilts his head and begins to push the grocery cart again.

You pout letting out a whine. “But I literally don’t want anything else except for that. I’ll even eat all three. He always gives an extra one. So, I’ll eat all four.” You follow behind him, as he lets out a chuckle.

“I know you well enough to know that if you do end up eating all four you’ll complain about your stomach hurting for the rest of the night. I’ll make you some tteokbokki.” He offers, pulling open a freezer door and taking out frozen bags of rice cakes and fish cakes.

You wave your hands in front of him. “We are totally derailing from our grocery list.”

“That’s what happens when we come to the store hungry and without a plan.” Namjoon overrides your arms and puts the bags into the cart basket.

You huff. “I did have a plan.”

“The one Seokjin gave you is not a plan but more like a work in progress.” Namjoon counteracts before moving. “Come on, We still need to get vegetables, fruits and some sort of protein. Unless you want to eat a whole weeks worth of frozen food.” He lifts an eyebrow almost as if he’s challenging you.

You roll your eyes, hitting his back lightly. “Next time, I’m going to make the best grocery plan in the world so that you won’t be able to infiltrate it.” You state before walking in front of him, your face furrowed in determination.

It's at this moment, in which Namjoon realizes that maybe letting go wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He’s already been halfway there since the infamous kiss and his talk with Jungkook. He might as well just go in head first fearlessly. Something tells him that at the end of the day it will be worth it.

So, he laughs and follows you, like it’s second nature.

In the end, Namjoon didn’t start his fast. In fact he was so hungry that he practically begged for you to split the sweet potatoes with him. He knows you won’t finish all four and they smelled so sweet that it made his mouth water.

Now, you’re both sitting in front of his coffee table, picking at the almost empty pot of rice cakes. Namjoon had practically scraped it clean with the left over rice he had fished out of the fridge. There’s an almost empty bottle of wine in between the two of you as you silently digest your meal.

“I think we should talk.” You look over at him bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them. You’ve already showered and changed out of your workout clothes sporting an old t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Your hair is still slightly wet, curling at the ends due to the humidity because Namjoon refuses to turn on the aircon until he’s about to fall asleep to conserve electricity.

Namjoon hums, setting down his chopsticks on a napkin, he turns his body to face you, signaling that he agrees with a nod of his head.

“Can I start?” Namjoon tilts his head in question, setting down his chopsticks on the holder in front of him. You weren’t expecting for him to want to go first, especially because he always hated confrontation. He always hated admitting fault, something the two of you have in common. But for some reason it always came easy when it was just the two of you.

You nod your head as a signal for him to continue talking. He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for telling you all those things back then. I regretted it the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted to apologize but I was too much of a coward and I ran away.” He confesses in one breath, bringing his knees up to his chest.

Your heart feels like it's been pierced by a thousand arrows. Each one making the dent deeper. This was the apology you had longed for for years. Not the handwritten one he sent with Jungkook. You had dreamed about it and wondered if you would have ever given him a second chance if he simply just looked you in your eyes and apologized. Yet, the logical part of you knew better. It knew that even if the apology came in any sort of form, you wouldn’t accept it.

The damage was done and you were already spiraling into your black hole with no way out. Until that one silver lining after the unfortunate incident in which you called Jungkook sobbing to pick you up from the stranger's house.

The apology you ever so wanted to hear out loud, meant nothing. Though, that didn't mean you didn’t appreciate it. It was just a little too late.

“I can’t accept your apology Namjoon.” You start, holding your hand up to stop him from speaking up, his mouth hangs open. “But thank you. It took so many years for me to let it go and accept that you will never be in my life again.” You chuckle. “It’s ironic because here we are.” You signal to your surroundings. “I won’t lie you hurt me so much but I ended up hurting myself more. I took your words to heart and spent countless nights thinking I was unlovable but never truly believing it until someone showed me I was only a disposable body to them.” You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He whispers, unsure if he can give you a hug because things are starting to make sense.

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I can talk about it now.” You whisper, your voice faltering in the end. You clear it and continue. “I went out with some people I thought were my friends. The night started out fine, we went for dinner and then decided to hit some clubs. By the third club, I was so drunk that I only remember pieces of it, but I remember enough. I approached him, I made out with him. He told me he and his friends lived outside of the city and if I wanted to come over. I said yes. My friends saw us leaving and they tried to stop me but then pushed me to go, so I did.” You tighten your hold around your arms a little more. “Every time I think about that night. I only remember all the times I could’ve avoided the outcome. We didn’t leave right away. We waited for his friends on some stairs and there was this ajumma who kept telling me not to go, to get away from him. And I didn’t, I stayed. I got in the car, I went into the apartment. I sat on his couch. I then laid in his bed. One of his friends came into the room and he asked me if I was okay and that if I wasn’t he would call me a taxi to go back home, but I declined. That was my last out and I decided to stay.” You rest your chin against your knees, blinking back tears. Though, you’ve partially healed from this moment. It still sits fresh in your mind. You don’t remember his face or his name but there are nights in which your head isn’t screwed on right and you remember the acid burn of his touch.

“It didn’t happen right away, but when it did I first begged him to stop because he wasn’t wearing protection. He kept going and going, while I yelled. He finally stopped when he was pleased and my stomach was stained with him. He got up, went to the bathroom, came back and fell asleep. I laid there paralyzed, feeling the naive girl in me break with every breath that I took. I didn’t know what to do. I somehow convinced myself that it was okay, and I didn’t call your brother until the following morning. I don’t really remember if I slept or not. I don’t remember getting up and getting dressed. All I remember is waking up in your brother's bed with him, Jimin and Tae sleeping on the ground.” You finish, running your thumb underneath your eyes to wipe away the remaining tears.

It’s amazing how every time you talk about it, it always feels like you can start anew. Like you’re still subconsciously carrying that weight and it only gets lighter when you let it out. Still, there’s some part of you that is terrified to look over at Namjoon. You aren’t sure if you should’ve said anything or if it was too soon.

What you don’t expect him to say is, “Can I give you a hug?” Because despite his heart being able to hold different kinds of what he thinks could be love. Affection and comfort is not his strong suit. So, you nod and melt into his arms when they circle around your shoulders gently. It feels ghostly. Like they’re not really there because he’s afraid you’ll break. But he’s always been full of surprises and lately as much as you hate to admit it he’s been surprising you a lot. Both in good and bad ways.

He rests his cheek on top of your head and closes his eyes, sniffling. He started crying eons ago. His eyes were already watering from the start and yet he still has nothing to say. “I’m sorry, you were never unlovable. I shouldn’t have said that.” He whispers, “You were the most precious person in my life at the time and I was afraid of losing you, but I guess I did so anyway. I hate that I wasn’t there for you, and I know that if I hadn’t said what I said, you wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.” He whispers into your hair, finally letting go of his fear and hugging you tightly.

“It’s not your fault Joon.”

“And it’s not yours either.” He counteracts, twinkling his fingertips down your arm, his hand encases around yours, spreading your palm to fit his fingers in between the spaces of your own. “I’m sorry for kissing you the other night and being such an asshole about it after. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” You grin, sniffling.

Namjoon sighs, before finally intertwining his fingers with yours. I’m sorry for telling you that I loved you and then not remembering it. But please believe me when I tell you that I didn’t sleep with anyone that night I really don't remember ever bringing somebody home. I don’t know what happened, if I was drugged or if I really drank to the point of blacking out, but I really don’t remember.” He says almost begging towards the end. You hold his hand tighter and nod your head in acknowledgment.

The strings of your heart start being plugged like the strings of a guitar that is out of tune. You hope with everything in your being that nothing like what happened to you happened to him, because you know what it feels like. You know what it feels like to lose that part of you and spend years looking for it. Only to realize that it’s gone and never coming back. Only to realize that the one thing you can do is let go and build it up again piece by piece. This time stronger.

“I’m sorry, Joon, I don’t know if we will ever know but I can be there for you if you ever do end up remembering something.” You hold him tighter and he does the same with you. You stay like that basking in the silence that’s grown to be a sort of comfort in the past few hours. You forget about all of the fights and snarky comments. Except for the one prying question you’ve had lingering in the back of your mind.

“Can I ask you something?” You tilt your head to the side, his face is so close to yours that you can still smell the wine and kimchi lingering in his breath.

“Anything.” He grins, moving his head a little up to give himself a little more view of your eyes. They’re twinkling like the midnight skies the two of you used to wish the city had. He never found the stars with the amount of light pollution from all the skyscrapers, but he always found them in your eyes.

His heart jumps.

“Did you really mean it that night?” You begin, “That you loved me.” You whisper the last part so low that he’s thankful the house is silent because otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

Namjoon is at a crossroads. He’s unsure of what to say or what the correct answer should be. Yet, he doesn’t want to lie, and remembers the promise he made tonight with Jungkook sitting by his side.

Let go.

“I loved you the minute we sat in that coffee shop, mourning over our unfortunate break ups while sharing that stupid cake.”

For the second time since entering each other's life, both of you give in. Instead of him being the one to move first. It’s you.

You hesitate, until he nods in approval and finally you kiss him.

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[jmdbjk]

Bangtan weekly report.

Hello everyone.

A sign of Yoongi! Literally! his signature on a wall at the grand opening of actor Ma Dong Seok's (or Don Lee) boxing gym. Is Yoongi doing boxing workouts now?

Even Chef Baek and Psy attended this grand opening. Yoongi's signature had its own separate panel on the wall...

Kookie finally came home to Weverse:

"ARMY, are you doing well? I'm good I'm working out a lot And I'm doing lots of cleaning too, just really cleaning it all, from floor to ceiling I'm making rice well too It's already mid-March I will come again I miss you a lot" (Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans)

I know they take aptitude tests etc. to discern what military specialty/occupation/job they would match better. It is fitting he's ended up in a job that keeps him indoors in a very methodical environment doing something he's already shown an interest in.

There's a chance those who work in the kitchen have to wake up a little earlier than the others to begin preparing the food.

And it tickles me to think there are probably many who surround him who address him as hyung.

AND! I know when he sees Jimin enter the cafeteria, he gets the hugest brightest smile on his face. If he has any say-so in the kitchen, he is making sure someone makes and serves the biggest pancake, best pork cutlet and gives Jimin a huge serving of pork and kimchi stew.

Taehyung sighting at a Compose Coffee in Chuncheon:

Looks like he's found his military version of wooga squad...

I think the organization of "promotions" for Fri(end)s was excellent. I am 100% sure Tae came up with the idea of having people he knows react to the MV. The fan meet that happened yesterday, scheduled Stationhead listening parties and the WKorea thing is pretty brilliant too where it appears he'll sing the song in a prerecorded clip to be posted soon.

I wasn't sure if we would be able to get the song to #1 on the iTunes Top Songs list but we did it! There were some big releases yesterday.

And Hobi posted this on his IG stories:

This Wednesday will be the 100 day mark for Jimin and Jungkook (Tuesday for Tae and Namjoon). I wonder if all soldiers reaching that mark immediately take their 3 days off (or however many days it is) or can they choose when they want to take it?

I'd like to think Jungkook would be able to squeeze in a little bit of time enjoying one of those $1000 bottles of whisky that we spied in his fridge. I would assume he'll also swing by the house construction to pick out colors and flooring and such. I hope they get to eat some really good food and see all the people they want to see.

I learned they've been conducting readiness training and drills this past week with the U.S. forces stationed in South Korea. The report I read said they've doubled the scale of their drills this go round. (big worried sigh).

If you are in the northern hemisphere, I hope your allergies are not bothering you too much.

#bangtan weekly report #jimin #jungkook #hobi #yoongi #namjoon #jin #taehyung #bts military service #Instagram

[chroniclesofbts]

Break my Walls Pt. 8

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: angst, eventual smut, slow burn, fluff, polyamorous relationship, sexual themes.

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

Part 7

Y/N’s POV

The sun streaming through my curtains wakes me from my restless slumber filled with memories and pain. My face puffy from crying, the tears finally dried. Sitting up I notice my nest has shifted from the tossing and turning all night. Slowly fixing the blankets and nest’s sides I worry about the day ahead. Not wanting to leave the cozy warmth I’ve created. Sighing, I head to the bathroom to wash the remains of the night off. I quickly complete my morning routine, dressing in a haste. It’s almost 7 am, and there’s hungry packs to feed. My mind drifts to Chan, if he has accepted a new pack then he will be wearing their colors at the celebration brunch. My hand lingers on the purple dress in my closet, a pang in my heart cutting through the numbness. Grabbing a beige flowered dress, I finish getting ready, making my way to the door. Opening the door and stepping out, I am startled to find a body resting against the doorframe.

“Yoongi?” I awaken the sleeping man, “what are you doing here?”

“Keeping watch, making sure you were safe with all of the other packs present” he admitted, a blush rising on his cheeks, “I wasn’t supposed to be here when you woke”

“Why would I need protection?” I narrow my eyes at the fidgeting man.

“In case, you know, we didn’t- we only just found you, we can’t- we don’t want to lose you again, the pack wouldn’t survive” he spoke lowly, avoiding eye contact.

I sigh, pinching my nose and willing myself not to react to his admission.

“Come, I’ll lead you back towards the pack houses, I have to start prepping for brunch so if you’re coming, you best hurry” I mumble walking past him and down the narrow path that I take everyday. He jumps up and follows me quietly, observing just how much I have changed.

“You look tired, did you not sleep well?” He attempts to start a conversation. I hum, continuing on my path to the main living area. The numbness has returned, replacing the aching of my heart. Once the trees begin to clear, revealing the houses, I turn to him.

“I hope you remember where you were staying, this is where I leave you” I say, turning around and beginning to walk away, only to be stopped by a hand on my elbow.

“Thank you, we will see you at brunch?” His eyes shine with hesitation and hope.

“I will be there, I have to be as a cook” I laugh, giving him a small smile.

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice echoes across the lawn. I turn in time to be embraced, losing my footing. Yoongi’s hands shoot up and steady us, taking the majority of the weight.

“Chan!” I scold, the feeling of Yoongi's arms around my waist making me nervous. Chan smiles at Yoongi, greeting him before pulling me away.

"The Omegas are freaking out in the kitchen, you have to be quick." Chan says speedily as I give Yoongi a small wave over my shoulder.

"What is wrong" I ask Chan, getting no response.

When I enter the kitchen I am met with flustered head cooks and a kitchen that is covered with half made meals. The closing of the door startles them, causing them to turn ant look at me.

"Y/N! Please help us, we underestimated how many packs would be staying from finding a new member. Just ask Chan, he joined a pack with two other omegas, and that pack had 5 members already. Our lodging is full to the brim and we don't have enough made!" The chef spoke, pulling at his hair.

"Okay, we just have to work together to finish the dishes you have started, we have plenty of time if we each work on one type of dish. I'll take on the kimchi related dishes, you two work on toast and pancake dishes, you three work on the drinks, and you 2 work on the rice and porridge dishes. Chan can help with grabbing supplies along with Aera. Sound good?" I finish, hearing the agreements of the others when the door opens and Jin steps in, followed by Yoongi.

"We have come to offer our services, we know our way around the kitchen, if you want" Jin speaks hesitantly.

"Help Y/N, she has 6 dishes she is working on with kimchi as the base. I know she can easily handle it, but take some of the stress off of her" Jin and Yoongi nod, moving to wash their hands. My jaw drops at the Alpha being allowed so easily in to help, and an outsider at that. Chef Hana looks at me with a twinkle in her eye before stating how she knows them personally from previous run in's. I sigh and make my way to the sink to wash my hands and put gloves on. Everyone works together seamlessly, chatting amongst themselves now that the stress levels have lowered. Jin takes the kimchi from Aera, distributing it between us for the dishes. We work in silence, brushing arms occasionally and causing my heart to flutter.

As I am chopping some of the vegetables for the meal, Jin clicks his tongue in disapproval. He stands behind me and grabs my hands to guide my chopping. My cheeks flare up as I freeze in his hold, his chest pressed against my back. His breath fans across my ear as he leans in close, whispering to me.

"You'll hurt yourself chopping the vegetables like this" He guides my hands slowly, fully encompassing me. I am convinced he can feel my pulse quickening, no doubt smelling the changes in my scent. I feel him smile against the shell of my ear, his pillow like lips pressing closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi intently staring at us, causing ice to flood my veins and bringing me out of my daze. I pull my hands from his, causing him to step back and mutter a small apology. I nod and make my way from the kitchen and into the walk in freezer to collect myself. In the freezer I see Chef Hana, who give me a knowing look.

"Pack life isn't so bad if you have the right pack, you know." She comments, continuing to search through the shelves.

"I don't need a pack, nor do I want one" I repeat the same phase i have been saying since I arrived, but it feels heavier on my tongue this time. I shake my thoughts away and inform the chef that all of the ingredients and meals are finished, and that I am on my way back to my place until brunch begins in an hour. Exiting the freezer I head towards the door, leaving two confused men by the finished kimchi dishes. It's raining again when I make it outside, looking at the sky I sigh. As I go to walk in the rain back home I don't feel any rain hitting me. Confused, I look up and see an umbrella over my head. I turn and follow the hand to the owner. I lock eyes with Hoseok, who gives me a small smile. Unsure of what to do I just stare at him, watching as he motions for me to walk. I glance up at the rain again, debating on if it is worth leaving the man with the umbrella.

"It's not going to lighten up, let me walk you" He murmurs, gesturing for me to walk again. Seeing that he wasn't going to take no as an answer, I start the trek through the now muddy pathing.

"Where are you going, anyway?" He asks

"Home, until brunch. I finished the dishes that I needed to, so now I am going to relax." I uttered, hoping my voice becomes lost in the wind from the storm as it picks up.

"You can't possibly think you're walking home and back with how this storm is raging." He says in disbelief, "Absolutely not, come." He finishes, pulling me gently by my elbow.

"Being surrounded by your whole pack doesn't sound like a good idea to me." I grumble, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips telling me i wasn't as quiet as I'd hoped.

"Well, feel free to walk in the storm, twice, but if you want to stay dry, you come home with me" He smirked, pleased with the double meaning his words held.

"Don't you have to go get Yoongi and Seokjin from the pack house?" I attempt to change his mind.

"Of course, after you're safe in our lodging that the pack provided us with. Speaking of pack, why did you wear Jisoo's colors, and don't give me the line that 'it's so others stay away from you' you wouldn't have come if that was the case" Hoseok spoke, seeing through you.

"Does it matter" I respond

"Well, no, but I'd like to know if I am correct" He continued to push for an answer.

"I've been with them long enough that I am basically pack, without the pressure of being pack." I say, not looking at him.

"Can I ask you another question?" He implores

"You're going to anyway" I roll my eyes, knowing him well enough that this is the start of the questions.

"Did you think of us when we were gone" He speaks softly. I hesitate to answer, my heart throbbing with the ache his pack always brings.

"Yes, hard not to"

"Did you, um, dream of us?"

"Dream?" I repeat, in question glancing at the tall man. He appeared nervous, as if my answer may break him. "I did, lot's of things trigger memories here, but some dreams were a nice escape from the pain of rejection." I say honestly, before stopping and realizing what I just admitted.

"Rejection" He repeats, looking heartbroken.

"Why are we having this conversation, Hoseok?" I ask him, watching a triad of emotions pass across his face.

"You know why." He responds, staring into my soul.

"I don't, you and your pack confuse me. I hardly know you, its been years, people change." I explain, wondering if I should stop having this conversation.

"We aren't letting you go again. We want you to join our pack, complete our pack. We can't survive without you." He admits, his eyes staying locked on mine.

"No" I say, turning to leave as my heart breaks at my own words. This pack will be the end of me, all of the emotions I had buried deep are unraveling in just two days. An arm around my waist stops me, but its not Hoseok. I look up and lock eyes with Namjoon, his face showing displeasure.

"Do not go into the rain because you're upset, you don't want to get sick, do you?" He says, his eyebrows pulled together at the sour my scent takes on.

"Why does it even matter to you, I don't want a pack, I made that clear" I speak slowly

"Then don't be pack, be like you are with Jisoo, just with us. Let us love you until you can love us" Namjoon counters, digging into my wounds. Feeling the hurt they had caused all those years ago bubbling at the surface. I pull out of his arms, feeling the rain hitting my body.

“I don’t need a pack, I don’t need an Alpha, I don’t need any Omegas, and I most certainly don’t need you. All packs do is control you and I have had enough of being controlled.” I fired at him, shaking with anger. He took a step closer to me, his scent betraying his words.

Hoseok steps closer to me, putting the umbrella back over my head, but unable to fully cover me as the rain rages around us.

“Don't do this. What you said is a mask to hide the truth. You put up this wall, when you desperately want to let us in. Stop lying to us, stop lying to yourself” he said, eyes full of hurt and rejection. Namjoon steps on the other side, shielding by back from the onslaught of rain, sacrificing his dry shirt.

“You can’t live without love.” He said, his eyes showing an unknown emotion, scent thick with compassion and longing. "You can't continue to live like this, your omega won't survive."

I shake my head, not liking that he was right. I haven't had a regular heat in a full year. Namjoon takes my silence as understanding, grabbing my tightly closed fists and slowly unraveling them. I take a step back from the alphas, feeling my head clearing up.

"Let's go inside, dry off" Namjoon tells us, leaving no room for arguement.

As I follow the alphas into their house, I can't help but wonder why they are trying so hard. Was Kang still alive, was he mad I found a home? Are they still working with him? I know they denied any involvement with him, but they came out of nowhere. What is their goal?

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[mx-post-stuffs]

i never expected people would be react(consquence of my action)

im not white and im eating good now. I live alone now meaning I can cook without someone complain about it(its too noisy, its too smelly etc.) here is my current cooking i can do

and i dont think white people who only lived in western country can generally handle kimchi................

[myoongiverse16]

"You haven't had your first kiss yet"

BTS x reader

A/N: This imagine took a hecka ton of thought and it’s also hecka long but I promise it’s worth it😉. It also had me squealing and rolling on the floor, even though I wrote it😂.

Summary: You face the guys about not having your first kiss and it doesn’t quite go how you expected.

Genre: Fluffity fluff fluff

Warnings: Kissing🤓

WWH Jin 😘

A normal thing for Jin was to already be in your apartment waiting for you to come home. You had given him a key a long time ago, since you two were friends for quite some time now. This time you found him in the kitchen, again this was another normal thing for Jin to just show up and start cooking you food. It was especially nice when you had a bad day and you came home to your apartment smelling like heaven. 

“Hi jagiya!” There was that nickname again, a thing that had been on your mind about confronting him about. You had no idea what it had meant, until a few weeks ago when you looked it up on google translate. This was something that made you wonder what you two were to each other.

“Hey, Jin Jin.” He smiled at your nickname.

“How was work today?” You sighed as you sat on a stool and splattered your arms on the counter in front of you. “That bad, huh,” he folded his arms on the counter across from you. You peeked up at him and nodded your head with a pout. 

“I’m sorry, jagi,” he pouted. Then he smiled and shot up. “Let your Jinnie make it all better!” You smiled then sat up. “Hey, look! We already made progress!” He beamed then went back to the stove and served you a dish of whatever he was cooking. 

“Here you go! Your favorite!” He placed a bowl of kimchi fried rice with a sunny side up egg on top. You sniffed then walked around the counter and hugged Jin.

“You're the best Jin,” you buried your face in his chest. He squeezed you back and rested his head on yours. You finally pulled away and your faces were now merely inches away from each other. You looked up at him and gulped. His half lidded eyes and plump lips were right in front of you. 

“Jin?” You whispered. 

“Yeah?” He breathed, then all of a sudden leaned in. 

Now Jin, your best friend for almost 5 years, was kissing you.

This was your first kiss and Jin obviously had no idea, so you kind of just stood there with your eyes wide open as he held your shoulders and kissed you. 

Realizing you weren’t kissing back, he pulled away. 

“Is something wrong?” His eyes widened. “Oh no! Did I get the wrong idea?” You immediately shook your head. 

“No!” You cleared your throat. “It’s just,” you sighed. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I didn’t know how to react.” You shrugged. 

“Oh,” his eyes widened again. “Oh no! Did I just ruin your first kiss too! I’m so sor-” You covered his mouth. 

“Jin! No you didn’t ruin it! Why would I regret kissing the guy I like!” Your eyes widened at your confession. Jin’s eyes widened as he moved your hand away from his mouth.

“You like me?” You nodded your head shyly. He beamed then engulfed you in a hug. 

“I like you too! Like a lot!” You giggled as he pulled away and extended his arms showing how much. You looked down and played with your fingers.

“Do you mind if we try that kiss again?” Jin’s eyes widened then he grinned.

“Of course,” He smiled then leaned in again. You moved your lips against his and he was very considerate and followed your lead as you tried your best to kiss him back. 

When you finally pulled away you were a blushing mess, Jin chuckled at how flustered you were. You laughed then smiled at him.

Yoongs 🐱

You were in his studio, like always, helping him write and produce songs. This time was a bit different though. You had a nagging feeling on your mind about your nonexistent first kiss and you couldn’t help but want to turn to your friend for help. 

You’ve heard of girls using their guy friends as practice for kissing. However, this was a bit different for you and Yoongi, since you didn’t really like him as just a friend anymore. You liked him a lot, but couldn’t find the words to express it. 

Maybe this suggestion would be the first leap to your confession. You sighed internally as you tapped your pencil on the desk you were sitting in front of. Yoongi was to your left clicking away on his computer tweaking the song you two were working on. You pursed your lips and slightly turned to him.

“Hey, Yoongs?” 

“Yeah?” He merely nodded his head not turning to you. You internally contemplated on if this was worth it. Screw it. 

“I get that this song is supposed to be about love and such,” you shrugged. “But I haven’t really experienced that.” He finally turned to you and curled a brow. “Heck, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. So, how am I supposed to write the lyrics for this song?” You laughed nervously. He squinted at you. “Anyway, what I was really asking was if I could have my first kiss with yo-” 

Yoongi interrupted your sentence by placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened and you had no time to react as Yoongi pulled away then turned back to his computer casually. 

“What the heck was that?!” Yoongi shrugged. 

“Now you’ve experienced it. Write about it.” You gawked at him at how casual he was after kissing you. 

“This conversation isn’t over Min Yoongi! You freaking kissed me! How could yo-” 

He cut you off again as he kissed you yet again, this time placing one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. He pulled away, his face still close to yours.

“What, was the other one not good enough or something?” You gulped. 

“Well, I-I didn’t really have time to react,” you stuttered. He nodded his head.

“Okay,” he breathed, then kissed you again. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck, he smirked as you became more comfortable. You kissed him until you couldn’t breathe. So you pulled away catching your breath. He pulled away from you and went back to his computer like nothing happened. You sat there baffled at what just happened between you and Yoongi. 

“Hey, get back to work.” He nodded at you with a serious expression. You scrambled to grab your paper and pencil. Out of your vision, Yoongi smiled to himself.

Hobi 🌻

You and Hoseok have been coming up with a routine for one of his new songs. Except this one was a bit different. This song was a love song and had a much sexier vibe to it than his others. The routine consisted of a lot of waist holding, hand holding and close proximity with Hoseok. And to make matters worse, Hoseok always got into the music whenever he danced, so he would stare at you very intensely causing you to blush every time. 

This didn’t help your growing feelings for him and you couldn’t take it anymore. Especially whenever you finished the routine, since the ending consisted of you being merely a breath away from his lips. 

Then afterwards he would pull away from you and give you his signature sunshine smile like nothing intense had happened. 

Like right now, he smiled at you then went and grabbed his towel to wipe the sweat off his face. He took a swig of his water as you played with your fingers contemplating. He noticed your distress and walked back towards you.

“Hey, something up?” You looked up at him and sighed. 

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind.” His eyes widened. 

“Oh, well tell me and I can see how I can help.” You smiled at how considerate he always was. 

“The thing is, since we’ve started doing this routine, I can’t help but think about how I haven’t had my first kiss yet and how much I just want to get it over with you know?” Hoseok only stared at you. “So, I was hoping, maybe you could hel-” 

Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok spun you around. You were left confused as he held your waist and you two began to do a mini waltz. 

Then you realized that he was going through the routine again. 

“So, we’re going through the routine again? Okay,” your brows furrowed.

“Just go with it,” he said with a smile. 

You shrugged and continued to go through the dance with him. He added a few things though, he spun you around more often and playfully waltzed with you causing you to laugh. He looked at you lovingly as you enjoyed dancing with him.

When the routine finished, he dipped you instead and broke the distance, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened, but you responded quickly by kissing him back. He pulled you up, his lips still on yours and ran his hand through your hair. He pulled away catching his breath then beamed at you. You smiled then lightly slapped him.

“You planned that, didn’t you?” Hoseok chuckled then shrugged.

“Maybe.” You laughed then hugged him. You pulled away and looked up at him. He looked down at you like you were his whole world.

“I really like you, Hoseok,” you confessed. His eyes widened.

“You stole my line,” he chuckled. You laughed and he pulled you close. 

“I really like you too,” he whispered in your ear and you smiled.

Joonie 🧠

You and Namjoon loved reading books, so it was normal for you two to sit in your living room reading books knowing you had each other's company. You two were actually reading the same book series however he was a book ahead of you. So after an hour of you two reading, you would discuss with him about what you read and give him your predictions. Sometimes he would make faces or hold back his laughter at your predictions because he already knew what happened. 

Afterwards when you continued to read you would gasp and glare at Namjoon because one of the characters would die or your predictions were really wrong. If your predictions were totally off he would just look at you and stifle back a laugh but fail miserably as you pouted playfully. 

If a character died, you would probably be crying and he’d be comforting you by rubbing your back and reminding you that this wasn’t the end and it’s just a thing that’s a part of all books. 

However, today wasn’t one of those days. It was much different. You were reading the book on the couch, while Namjoon was reading the book that came after yours in the series on a loveseat across from you. 

You were reading happily when the book took a slight turn. It came to a pretty heated scene and you couldn’t help but blush as you read it. It got so heated that you couldn’t keep reading, so you shut the book, a little louder than intended, and tossed it on the couch. You sat there flustered and uncomfortable. 

Namjoon heard you shut your book and looked up from his own with a raised brow. 

“You okay?” You nodded your head with a nervous smile. He wasn’t having it and closed his book. He folded his arms and looked at you skeptically. “The truth, please.” You scrunched your nose in frustration. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “I just got uncomfortable with one of the scenes.” Namjoon immediately understood. 

“Ah, you got to that part,” he chuckled. “I didn’t think you were going to get that flustered about it. It doesn’t really describe it in that much detail anyway. It’s not rated r that’s for sure.” You hugged yourself and sighed. He looked at you questionably.

“Hey, did I say something wrong? You still don’t look okay.” You pursed your lips.

“The thing is,” you played with your fingers. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and reading things like that just makes me a little uncomfortable since I’ve never experienced it.” Namjoon’s eyes widened. 

“Wait, you’ve never had your first kiss?” He asked surprised. You nodded your head. “Oh,” he smiled at you then stood up and sat next to you. 

“Well I can fix that.” Your eyes widened at how close you two were. “Do you trust me?” He whispered against your lips. 

“Yes,” you breathed, then he broke the distance. He held your face delicately as he kissed slowly. 

After a couple of seconds, he stopped, his lips still on yours, considerately giving you a chance to try. You obliged and tried your best to reciprocate what he had done. 

When you both pulled away, he gave you a dimple smile and you grinned back. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long time,” he confessed and your eyes widened.

“Really?” He nodded his head, then looked down shyly.

“Can I do it again?” Your eyes widened again then you chuckled.

“Please do.” Then he leaned in again.

Jiminie 🐣

Movie nights were very common between you and Jimin. Whether it be a Friday night or because a new movie came out that you two wanted to watch together. There were even times where Jimin spontaneously showed up with snacks and his favorite blanket wanting to watch a movie with you because he just felt like it. 

The best times were when you were having a bad day and he would rush to your apartment with your favorite snacks, drinks, and your favorite movies on DVD because he said movies on DVDs just have a different vibe then just streaming it on the tv. 

Today was just one of those casual Friday nights where you just put on a random movie the both of you had heard good things about. Everything was going swell, wrapped up together in Jimin’s favorite blanket, the blanket he has dedicated just for movie nights with you, popcorn in between the two of you splattered with all types of candy and your favorite drink in hand as the movie played. 

You placed your drink down on the coffee table in front of you and glanced at Jimin who was watching the movie intensely. You internally giggled at how cute he was whenever he got captivated by the movie he was watching. You turned back to the movie and you wished you hadn’t. The main characters in the movie confessed their love for each other and started kissing intensely on the screen. You gulped and shyly looked away.

You were usually fine when scenes like this came up, but this time was a little different. You were with Jimin this time and you couldn’t ignore the feelings you’ve developed for him over the past few weeks since you two started this little tradition. You two were always so close to each other when you watched movies and you couldn’t help but want something more with your best friend. Not to mention you hadn’t had your first kiss so it was even more excruciating to be next to him while the scene drew on. 

Jimin finally noticed how you were looking uncomfortable and paused the movie. 

“What’s wrong?” Jimin placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and turned towards you. You hid behind your hands embarrassed that you got caught. 

“Hey,” he soothed and reached for your hands. He pulled them away and his eyes widened.

“Oh, are you crying?” You sniffed and felt your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until it was too late. 

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled and hid behind your hands again, Jimin frowned.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he removed your hands from your face again. He wiped away your tears with a sad smile. “I’m just going to keep asking.” You sighed and looked down at your hands.

“This is so embarrassing,” you muttered and he shook his head. 

“Just tell me please,” he ducked his head and pouted at you. You giggled and he smiled. “There she is,” he grinned and moved a strand of hair out of your face. He nodded his head towards you and you pursed your lips.

“The truth is,” you paused. “I’ve never had my first kiss before and I want to, but I don’t know how.” You looked down again. Jimin’s eyes widened at your confession. He smiled sweetly and raised your chin up so he could look at you. 

“Mind if I help?” You scrunch your eyebrows together. 

“I mean, sure but I don’t know how you’re goi-”

Jimin cut you off as delicately placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened as he placed his hands on your waist. You finally gave in and closed your eyes enjoying having Jimin’s lips on yours. You shyly kissed him back and he smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and chuckled.

“What?” You asked confused. He shook his head.

“Nothing, you’re just adorable,” he smiled then kissed you again.

Taetae 📸

You were one of Taehyung’s best friends because you two just understood each other. You both enjoyed fashion and photography. But the thing that you both had a passion for was song writing. He showed you some of his lyrics and you showed him some of yours. You two immediately hit off, having so many ideas bouncing back and forth between the two of you. You both got so much inspiration from each other. This caused you both to turn to each other when you needed help for the songs the two of you were each writing. 

This time though, you and Taehyung were writing a song for the both of you. You couldn't really come up with a ton of ideas that didn’t involve a sappy love song so you decided to suggest something a little different. 

You were in your studio spinning around in your chair as you contemplated about bringing up the suggestion to Taehyung. You sighed then stopped spinning. You saw him splattered on the couch in your studio staring at the ceiling thinking about the song. 

“Hey, Tae.” No response. 

“Taehyung?” No response. You sighed and groaned. 

On occasion, Taehyung would get lost in thought. Especially in times like these when he desperately needed new lyrics for a song. You grabbed your pencil and frowned.

“Kim freaking Taehyung!” You shouted and chucked the pencil at him. He stirred like he was waking up from a nap and groaned. 

“Ow!” He pouted at you as he sat up. “Hey, I was in the zone! Now we’re never going to find the right lyrics for our song!” You folded your arms in front of you and raised a brow.

“You done?” He sighed.

“Yes,” he muttered. 

“Good, cause I actually might have an idea for the song.” His eyes widened and he beamed.

“Really what is it?!” You gulped. 

“Well, it’s a little different,” You looked down and played with your fingers. Taehyung quirked a brow.

“Okay, I don’t mind.” He gave you a boxy smile, you breathed a laugh.

“Well I was thinking about writing a song about two lovers not having their first kiss and I thought it would be cool, since I haven’t had my first kiss either.” Taehyung immediately shot up from the couch. 

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet?!” His mouth was agape at your revelation. 

“Uh, no.” You were confused as to why he was so surprised. 

“You,” he pointed to you. “The prettiest girl I know, hasn’t had their first kiss yet?!” Your eyes widened. 

“Wait, you think I’m pretty?” Taehyung ignored your question and walked up to you. 

“Does that mean you’ve never had a boyfriend either?!” You nodded your head. He placed a hand over his mouth and turned away from you. He took a deep breath and turned back to you, looking at you skeptically.

“You’re not messing with me right?” You shook your head.

“Why is it so hard to believe?” He laughed. 

“I just can’t believe that you,” he motions to you. “The most perfect girl in the world hasn’t had a boyfriend let alone her first kiss.” Then he smirked and walked towards you. He stood right in front of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” He leaned close enough that your noses were touching, you gulped.

“What do you mean?” He breathed a laugh, you blushed as you felt his breath on your lips. 

“I get to be the first one to do this,” he whispered then leaned in. Your eyes widened as Taehyung lifted you on top of your desk and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back and he smirked as you ran your hands through his hair. 

When you pulled away he looked at you intensely and you gasped for air then laughed. 

“Guess I can’t write that song anymore.” He smirked and shrugged.

“Guess not,” he licked his lips and leaned in again.

Kookie 🍪

Jungkook had constantly been on your mind for the past few days since you had been watching so many videos about kissing your best friend challenges. You couldn’t help but imagine how Jungkook would react. Would he kiss you back or would he push your face away disgusted by even the thought? 

You didn’t know if you wanted to waste your first kiss on just a challenge for views on social media. You decided you weren’t going to do the challenge solely for that purpose, but instead confront him and ask if he could be your first kiss. 

What’s the worst that could happen? He’d probably never want to be your friend again, but you thought that was slim since there were so many times when you caught him staring at you or glancing at your lips when you two talked. You decided to take your chances and ask him.

You found him in his room playing video games. You stood in the doorway contemplating all your life choices. You were about to walk away when Jungkook finally noticed you.

“Oh, hey.” He grinned at you and waved. You awkwardly waved back.

“Hey Kookie.” He glanced at you.

“You need something?” He asked as he continued to stare at his tv and play. You sighed and nodded your head. He continued to play and you frowned. 

“I can come back another time.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he saw you were about to leave again. 

“No, don’t go!” He turned off his game and jumped on his bed. He patted the spot next to him.

“I always have time for you.” You blushed and he motioned for you to come over. “C’mon, I don’t bite.” You giggled and sat next to him. He turned towards you and grinned.

“So, tell me what’s up,” he asked with his head in his hands. You laughed and he beamed. 

“Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind these past few days,” you looked down. “I was wondering, and you can say no if you’ll feel uncomfortable or if you don’t want to, but I was hoping I could have my first kiss,” you paused and looked up at him. He stared back at you with a blush forming on his cheeks. “With you,” you finished. He pointed to himself.

“W-with me?” He stuttered, you nodded your head. He cleared his throat. “Okay.” He scooted closer to you and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes as Jungkook leaned in and kissed you. You melted as you felt how soft his lips were. He placed his hands on your arms as you placed yours on his chest. 

He pulled away and cleared his throat. 

“You kind of messed up a bit at the end, I think we should try again,” he said in a serious tone. Your brows furrowed, but you nodded your head thinking Jungkook probably knows more about this than you do. He leaned in again but kissed you with a bit more passion this time. His arms moved up to hold your face tenderly while you placed your hands on his shoulders. 

He pulled away out of breath.

“Third time’s a try?” You gasped for breath.

“Okay,” you breathed and he leaned in again. You hummed as his hands roamed around your body then finally landed at your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. He moaned and kissed you harder. 

He finally pulled away and smiled down at you.

“You know, you’re a really good kisser.” You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked down shyly. He gave you a bunny smile then lifted your chin up and kissed you again.

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[smolcuriouskitten]

A soft yawn left the witches lips as she hums to herself, dancing along with the music playing in her apartment. She was planning to have Sheldon over for the day, happy to be home even after the long touring process. Even if they were both growing into this thing called a relationship, she had a good feeling about it despite how long its been.

They started talking 3 years ago and still havent had intimacy. She didnt mind it though, she hasnt had a good experience with a man in a very long time, so when Sheldon came along, she was genuinely surprised. She will admit for the first few dates and months of their relationship or growth with getting to know each other as he called it, she waited for something to drop.

Was he an asshole? A cheater? Abusive? Anything she experienced in the past? She remembers how confused he was with her flinching the first time he hugged her. The way he reacted, immediately apologizing and rambling about the scientific positive effects of hugs brought tears to her eyes. Its been history ever since.

She was happy to be with Sheldon, everything was normal and she didnt have to worry about much. Well, as normal can get with an intelligent man such as Sheldon. He was predictable though, his routine never changed and he was just himself. Hell, she was making him his favorite and he was coming over to watch the Star Trek movie series with her, what could go wrong?

Hearing those 3 knocks and her name being called, she plates the food and answers the door with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi my love! How have you-"

"You are in BIG trouble."

A pause. A few blinks. Sheldon's face was curled up in a way of fury and Rockelle could only look at him confused.

"Did I mess with your spot crease again? I dont rememeber-"

"My comic books."

"Oh yeah! I picked one up the other day because Kimchi was trying to mess with it. What about it?"

"Rockelle."

Now Sheldon was mild mannered, sarcastic most days. Angry and Sheldon were not words you would associate with each other, so this was surprising. Her look of confusion was turned to a look of concern.

"I...Im sorry, I know Kimchi isnt supposed to be in your room, let alone me but-"

"So your dog was in my room, invading my space, AND frolicking in my comic books?! I knew something felt off with my Flash issue 73! There...There were finger prints and even toothmarks on my book! Ms. Simmonds, you are in need of a proper penalty, this is unacceptable!" He fusses and Rockelle looks around the room confused.

Did someone switch Sheldon when she wasnt looking? Shes never seen him so angry before. She knew she wasnt supposed to go in his room and she felt horrible knowing Kimchi invaded his space as well. "Im sorry dear...I was napping in your room and Kimchi wanted to join me. I should have brought him home, Im so sorry."

Sheldon's eyes softened when looking at her, letting out a sigh. "I suppose its fine. Just dont let him....in my room again. I can get another issue of that, at least he wasnt in one of my 'mint' stashes of books." He replied then she steps closer, opening her arms. "Can....can we hug it out or is that a part of the punishment?" Rockelle asks with her bottom lip poked out, pouting at him.

He looked offended, making a face at her. "Why no, of course not. I actually enjoy your touch, I wont deprive myself of that, even if I am upset." He answers, letting out a small puff of air as she rushes to hug him, murmuring little apologies as she held onto his shirt tightly. "Hey hey hey. Its okay. I just...I prefer my stuff not to be bothered in ways I dont like. Not to mention, you touched my comics without the designated gloves and I hate seeing finger prints on Harry Allen's face." He said, holding her close, rubbing her back.

"You arent mad at me?" She asks, looking up at him with a head tilt. "I cant stay mad at you. Even if my comic book smells like dog drool." She gently taps his face and pouts. "Hey. If you like, during this punishment, you take out your anger on me." She responds and Sheldon raises a brow. "Isnt that...abbrasive? I mean, anger is subjective, what if my anger is too much for you to handle? What about if I use my disappointment to fuel this instead?" He asks then she chuckles and nods.

"If it helps you. Speaking of which, what is this punishment?" She asks, tapping her chin. "Am I not allowed to watch something? Do something? The suspense is killing me." She whines and Sheldon shakes his head. "No no, that's a bit much. I think we should take it old school, thats always best." He said, leading her to the couch and having a seat.

"Old school...Old school..." Rockelle repeats, trying to think of a punishment that wasnt considered to be absurd or abusive by todays standards. "I dont have frozen peas if we are going that old school." She responds then Sheldon looks at her confused. "I am not going to make you eat frozen peas, thats cruel and unusual punishment. Not to mention it would feel like trying to chew jawbreakers." He answers then she returns the confused gaze before she shakes her head, gently holding his hand. "Well, if it isnt that, what are you thinking?"

"I am going to spank you." Sheldon responded blanky and she almost choked on air. "E-excuse me?" She responds and she turns red in the face. "Spank you. Its an old school punishment which a person must lay over the others knees and-" Sheldon explains before Rockelle interrupts. "No no, I know what it is, I just didnt expect that. O-okay." She squeaks, moving to lay over his knees.

"Are you comfortable with that? I can come up with something else, reading Geology since I cant tolerate it sounds like a nice idea as well." He responds and she shakes her head. "No no, this is okay. I...I been a bad girl and I need to be punished." She murmurs, closing her eyes as she prepared for the first hit. "Good choice, I would rather not touch that disgusting thing." He shudders as he lifts his hand for the smack.

*SMACK*

She yelped at the impact, covering her mouth. She was feeling something she never felt before and damn did it feel good. This wasnt painful, his hits didnt feel harsh...how did he manage to be so gentle despite doing something so lewd? As her mind raced with many thoughts, it quieted down with the next impact.

*SMACK*

Now this time instead of a yelp, she giggles at the hit, moving her hips. "Again please." She says and Sheldon raises a brow. "You arent supposed to be enjoying a penalty." He scolds and she bites her lip. "Oh no, I am so sorry, this is the way I cope with punishments. Maybe you should do it harder to teach me a lesson." She chirps, her tone sarcastic and Sheldon shrugs. "If it makes you enjoy this less, I will do it harder." His hand raised again.

*SMACK SMACK*

Another giggle left her lips as she felt his hand come down, a lustful smile on her lips. Oh she could get used to this.

"Count them for me, I want to make sure I dont go over 20."

"Yes daddy."

"What?!"

"What?"

@sheldoney @unsheldony

#i think too much; {drabbles} #brainiac and performer; {Sheldon and Rocky} #{Rocklon}

[beasiannow]

K-pop music, Korean dramas, Korean barbecue, you know you love it!

Now you can really get to know all that far better!

Know what all the lyrics of the songs mean, AND be able to sing along.

Never have to depend on English closed captions again. Don't read the stories; dive into them and get all the true deeper meaning.

Finally, understand kimchi for the wonder it is.

How?

Forget about those amateurs out there with their salons and their tiny, tiny little robots and long convoluted processes.

Come to 한국 그래! (Korea Yes!) and we will turn your appreciation and understanding of all things Korean up 10, 25, 75 percent more, and all in less than an hour. (So fast that two-thirds of the 54 minutes it takes is recovery time from the shock to the system of how quick it all is.)

You'll talk in Korean, You'll think Korean, You'll understand Korean.

How about an example?

Here we have Miriam Hilda O'Rourke, a senior at the University of Illinois Urbana Champaign, totally hating her look for the 2022 homecoming festivities.

“I just can’t get things together like I want them.” she said, “and my hair seems to have a mind of its own and won’t cooperate!”

And Here’s Ms. O’Rourke in the 한국 그래! (Hangug Geulae! - Korea Yes!) Subatomic Quantum Differential Para-Aether Recombinator (it would take a scientist to explain it.) Having her innate “Koreanese” brought from. .0034% to 23.55%

And here she is, what an improvement and not a hair out of place! And quite the impression she made too. (and only the very slightest and charming Korean accent.)

Mind you she also made a more than slight impression when she got home and her mother reacted to her new look.

A very dominating woman is the elder Mrs. O’Rourke.

Would she brow beat Miriam into undoing all the changes we had gifted her with? (no refunds!)

We had a better idea, put Miriam back in the SquDPAR and upped her to 55% Korean while at the same time making her a no-nonsense 56-year-old Korean domineering boss lady.

She ended her mother’s demands and complaints (while doing nothing for Mrs. O’Rourke’s, or for that matter, Miriam’s confusion, as officially she was now four years older than her mother.)

Coming back to Hangug Geulae, we fixed that in quick order.

Mind you, as there is no going back from a raised percentage, we sit her in the booth, dialed her back to 22 years old and then up to 105% Korean, and everything was good.

The new Ms. Ryuk Mi-Hie could not have been more surprised.

This naturally made Mi-Hie worried owing to the fact that she now found speaking Korean far more comfortable than her now, second language of English. “What will my mother say now?” she worried. “Don’t worry.” we told her “Hangug Geulae thinks of everything.”

When the former Miriam O'Rourke got home, she found this to be true as we had sent one of our Mobile Pods there before she arrived, and her mother, Diane O'Rourke, was now Ryuk Da-Eun. (the change was so successful When we took her from Diane to Da-Eun we even got her to stop asking "Where in China is Korea?")

Hug your Umma like a proper Korean girl Mi-Hie!

As for what would happen when Mister O’Rourke, who we were told was off in the middle of a two month long business trip in Europe we don’t know, and as our contract with the Ryuk’s is over, don’t care.

We hope he likes bibimbap, kimchi, and red rice cakes.

#korean #satire

[bangtan-yn]

Yours Only

Yoongi x Fem Reader

Fluff, romance, angst, cursing, 18+, slight smut, arranged marriage au

Y/n: "What the hell is wrong with you Yoongi you have never reacted that way." She threw her bag that was on her shoulder and tried to grab Yoongi's shoulder. Upon feeling her hand on his shoulder he jerked off her hand and moved forward.

"Do whatever you like Y/n. Just don't ask me anything ever again."

"I just,... I don't understand Yoongi what wrong have I done to deserve this treatment?" He sighed feeling her tremorus voice and ran his fingers through his hair to push them back. "You never did anything wrong Y/n. It's me...!! It's my fault... You can go with whoever the fuck that man is."

"What the hell.!" She turned his shoulder towards herself. "He's the same man we have known for ages Yoongi.. and we are going with friends." She brought her hand towards his wrists to grab them gently. "You were perfectly fine with the whole idea until Jackson's name was mentioned. What is wrong, Yoongi. Tell me.."

"Just go Y/n! I just came from work and I am tired." He removed her hands from his wrists and turned around to move to his room

"Fine, I am going, Yoongi. I was a fool to listen to my parents and marry a Cold Fucking Bastard like you."

In a blink of an eye he pinned her to a nearby wall. "I am the same Fucking Bastard who used to be Your best friend Y/n" she lifted her eyes only to be met by his obsidian ones who were peering at her with pure rage. She seemed weak in front of him but schooling her expressions she countered.

"You are the same Fucking best friend who left me. You left me for your father's fucking business."

"And I am the same Fucking Best Friend who came back Y/n" he slammed his palm on the wall near her head frightening her to her core that made her flinch visibly. But gathering all the courage she had, she spat back, "No you did not... Our parents forced you into this. They knew we were best friends. The day I told my mom that Jackson asked me out I was informed that our dad already engaged us without us knowing." She sighed trying to control her but not being able to contain anymore she yelled again. "We were never given a choice, Yoongi. So, don't you dare claim you came back for me Min Fucking Yoongi."

He cupped her face with his hands observing the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "You are right. Y/niee you were forced into this... Our parents never gave you a choice. I never gave you a choice." He mumbled the last part in gruff tone which was barely audible to her ears.

"Huh??? What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Y/n I am not going to stay in my study today. And the maids have left as well. Take the keys with you." He attempted to take the keys from the stand and placed them in her palms.

Y/n was on the edge of crying and controlling her anger. "You cannot back out from this conversation. You always do this to me you Idiot." He gave a faint smile and brought his coat from the stand and placed it securely on her shoulders. "They said, it might be snow falling in the night so be safe and warm."

"Yoongi, I am talking to you." He just spared a glance towards her "Yeah, Take my car with you. Driver is still outside. Ask him to take you." Saying that he turned around and left her.

"Fuck, what kind of a wild cat he is... I never understand."

*******

After spending 2 hours in his room, tossing and turning, trying his best to sleep that never came, Yoongi came out and saw the lights in the kitchen on.

He went near the kitchen only to see Y/n standing near the kitchen island.

"What are you preparing for dinner?"

"Kimchi stew and Ramen."

He bit his lower lip upon realizing that she is making his favorite things and he ran hand at his nape ruffling his hair. "I thought you left."

Observing the spectacles and files in his hands Y/n spoke while stirring the meal she was preparing, "And I thought you weren't going to go in your study to work."

He pursed his lips together and shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets, "I wasn't able to sleep actually."

Y/n rolled her eyes and smiled faintly, "And why is that Pabo?"

"Maybe because I made my wife upset." Y/n left the ladle for a moment at his statement. *My wife* how beautiful it sounds when it comes from him.. But being the savage ass she is, she continued working and pretending not to be affected by the statement.

"O really. Now you care." She tried to pass by him to place the plates on the dining table. He pulled her wrist and took the plates from her placing them on the table. "I always do Y/n"

Y/n sighed and thought that he was again trying to pick up a fight. "Dinner's ready.. let's talk over the dining table."

He pulled her arm towards himself, "But there's something that you need to know that I had been keeping it to myself and you should kno..."

Y/n just sighed and said "Yoongi-ah, the food is getting cold. Let's just have the meal.", saying that she went near the dinning table and poured the meal for both of them till he came and started eating.

Yoongi kept taking small glances towards Y/n while she kept eating with her head hung low. Both of them silently ate the food. No voice was heard from either of them till Y/n got up to put the plates in the wash basin. Yoongi silently followed her and pulled her arm again. "Why the fuck are you avoiding me Y/n?"

Y/n slightly smiled not bothered by his action, "that's what you always do Yoongi and I am not in the mood for a conversation where just I am going to speak. I know that you don't love me and you were forced in this relationship but what you do is cruel, the way you ignore me is making me sick now as if I don't even exist for you.... You know what!! leave it be" she jerked off his arm and was about to go but stopped on her tracks upon hearing. "I was not forced into this relationship Y/n. I convinced mine and your parents for this wedding hoping that one day you'll love me the way I do. I didn't know back then, that Jackson already has asked you out and you were ready to get married to him. I just feel bad that I got selfish and dragged you into this marriage."

Y/n looked at him with tears in his eyes and started hitting his chest, "You bastard, You Fucker. Fucking Min Yoongi."

"I am sorry Y/n. I didn't know at that time tha......"

"Kiss me now" She said pulling the collar of his shirt.

"Huh!!" he kept staring in her eyes that were sparkling with tears accumulated in her orbs.

"I said, KISS ME YOONGI."

He didn't even waste a second and connected his lips with hers. He was kissing her slowly savoring the taste of her lips. Y/n tangled her arms around his neck and pulled a few locks of his hair that made blood rush throughout his body and he encircled her petite figure in his arms kissing her passionately, pouring all his love in that one kiss.

He noticed Y/n crying so he broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes, cupping her face. "Hey, why are you crying."

She hit his chest again, "You stupid, Idiot, fool. It took you ages to confess this. I told my mom that Jackson proposed me I never said yes to him." she looked him in the eyes, "because it was always you. Always you whom I loved." She looked down again. "I wanted to hear this from you but you never sa......mmm" before she could even complete her sentence she was pinned on kitchen island and her lips her locked in a passionate kiss.

He lifted her in his arm bridal style and moved towards his bedroom. He laid her on his bed never leaving her lips for a second. he kissed her face multiple times, moving down to her jawline, her neck leaving open mouthed kisses making her lips to leave a gasp. "Yoongi-ah what are you do...."

He kissed her lips again not letting her speak, "I have dreamt of this moment so many times. You in my arms, underneath me. You are making me insane Y/n." In a swift motion Y/n's shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor. He trailed kissed along her earlobe and neck to the valley of her breasts. She tried to cover her naked half body in front of him as he unhooked her lacy bra from behind,

"Don't you dare hide it from me. I have all the rights on my wife."

"Yoongi." she looked at him innocently.

"Too late to act innocent Wifey. Your body says the otherwise."

She noticed her pathetic self and her body that was begging for his attention on it right now.

"What happened to my little brat Y/n who was cursing a while ago.?" she felt embarrassed and tried to hide her mischievous smile in his chest.

He pulled her back and took off every piece of garment on either of them. Connecting both their bodies as one, loving her to the extend in order to satiate his soul. Her moans being the beautiful rhythm for ears and his own name seemed as a beautiful melody.

"Fuck, Min Y/n you are going to be the end of me. I love so much"

"I Love you too, Yoongi."

#bts smut #bts angst #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts #bts fluff #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #yoongi ff #yoongi #min yoongi #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #best friend #arranged marriage #forced marriage

[dojae-huh]

Hii….I am abee….I asked qstions before too…but decided to be known from now on…

https://youtu.be/Pen8IeNnxAE?si=OVh-ob9v4avNkwB2 So todays home not alone episode was filled with membrs praising doyoung which is what I live for….but my ask is abt some dfrnt moment… 1)35:09- 35:14 When membrs started to tell what ad would look good on jae,

dy: styler would look good on him Jae:( pleased) Johnny: STYLERRR??😏 tae: i am excited ( I am expecting the same nd looks at dy) Nd cut… What I want to say is…the way johnny reacted nd tae was expecting the same from his favourite…haha…they were so cute….poor dy he cant even support his bae without being attacked atleast with a smirk… Nd dy is not that innocent just wants to show off jae is his bf nd always support him with high quality things….nd poor tae always gets nothing at all from his fav…. 2) 32:8- 32:19--Another thing I noted was this moment…even though he didnt put JW in childrens line, but he does take care of him, nd worrys abt him…even johnny said it like " u r treating him like baby" ….nd JW is like why u act like that….I think dy is honestly kind ..he may hide nd lie for the sake of his job, but as a normal person he just cant stop be kind to others..nd I got it now why he said he prefer to be hated by someone rather than hating someone….haha…really cool… 3) 4:32 to 5:00 this moment when dy come inside of the house nd saw (hc,he,jh,jn) making coffe nd not helping with chores…ofcrs they lose , but there were lot of things to do , only hc come nd helped saying should I make it hyung,,…still dy nagged a little bit , to hc like it was not time to make coffees…haha…but I stand with him…there wre a lot to do if all members wants to eat..but they didnt even flinch from the seat..including jae who would jump if he hear the breathing sound of dy…so I kinda bit disappointed in that..I mean he said 3 times like nothing is started, ther is lot of things to do…but I think them all just woke up from sleeping ,so just let them pass..most of ppl gets grumpy when wakes up..nd dy is just a warry wart sometimes…but hc acted differently even tho he is the maknae…I wanted to point out that… 4) Here, I knw there would be 2dong content coming but they r hinting about it everywhere..like hc nd dy have the most reaction when eating..nd members approving them… 5) Lastly in the whole content ty called dy's name like 100 times…when u watch u will knw…haha… Ps: Your works r amazing…a truly talented observer…hasoff...nd all the best for the future...

Home not alone ep3

Hm, I found this "Styler" Korean magazine. It's about stylish things, home decor, clothes. It has a little bit of vintage and artsy style? Not luxury brands. Think Poetic beauty rather than Prada.

There is also a cooling (?) humidifying (?) wardrobe by this name 스타일러, but I doubt Do meant this specific product. A big jump from perfume.

Do was right to worry as Jungwoo demonstrated during DJJ he doesn't know his way around even a normal kitchen. Do has a habit of being cautious and fussy.

The winning team was given a task by the producers, Johnny and Jaehyun seemed to get too interested with that (JN is famous for liking coffee, Jae wanted to get the final result). Jungwoo doesn't cook. I was surprised Yuta was so helpful, usually he is the one to slack the most. He was in good spirits, had fun.

I don't think Jaehyun cooks much. He is named the best cook, but I suspect he just knows how to make a few dishes following a recipe.

I'll add what piqued my interest.

18:07 - Despite everyone talking one by one, Do heard Jae's quiet "hyung, it's really tasty" and replied. Later on he followed the convo while grilling, he really is "all ears" constantly, doesn't go inside his head.

22:11 - Doyoung asked Haechan to make him a wrap (meat+kimchi, they didn't have greens), Hyuk said "I can't", but started on it right away. Yuta thought Hyuk really refused and prepared to do it himself. A small thing, but shows Yuta is not too well versed in 2Dongs (because he doesn't live with them to know such minute details).

22:30 - Yuta brought Do meat, but Do said Yuta should just eat calmly, Do will just make Hyuk make him wraps. I don't know if age order plays here any role, probably for Do it's just easier to burden Hyuk as a more close person (and he sat nearby). Kind of like guest/family member at the dinner table distinction? Both of the guys ate, so both should have been equally hungry/non-hungry.

28:23 - Did Jaehyun want to defend Do? As in, he is not the only person who reacts during movies? His words seem to be cut off. He didn't continue his thought about Woo.

[the-official-account]

Edils instant ramen adventure #2: Nongshim Gourmet spicy

Prev

Because linking these together makes for better future reference.

So I've had this ramen before, and yeah, it is spicy. When I was previously desensitized to it I stopped crying every time I ate it but I can't say I expect that same mercy today. Out of the eight remaining flavors, I chose this one because @powerwordcum recommended a specific way to prepare it that I'd like to try and write about later but first I need to have a recent control taste (very official food blogged business, you understand).

Today I am deadass too lazy to fry any eggs.

Anyway, the preparation for this is simple, it just takes and extraordinary 7 minutes I'm the microwave (really nothing from someone who occasionally likes my maruchan cooked for 12. Usually I don't admit this without being waterboarded, because people react with horror. But for sciences sake)

Upon leaving the microwave, my ramen was dry as fuck because I am a filthy American who has no close what the 700 ml reccomend on the label estimates so and I want about to look it up. Science

I put some more water in

Stirred and ate!

I noticed that the noodles are semi translucent, making me think they've absorbed some of the soup broth, but I find myself underwhelmed by the flavor when I taste it. While not at all tasing bad, I wouldn't say this tasted strongly in its own right. The noodles are still nicely sheet, however, and pretty thick without being too much so.

I noticed many of the rehydrated flakes (which look to be seaweed and mushroom pieces) stick stubbornly to the edges of the bowl, and the more I eat, it seems, the less broth I have. While I am not eager to enter a chugging competition with some thirsty noodles, I will not back down from a challenge.

Spice level for the noodles is a solid medium-low burn around the tongue, my lips feel pretty normal despite my horse-like slurping. I did get a random throat punch of spice, but that doesn't seem consistent. It's also worth noting that the spice does build if as you continue to eat, and is exacerbated by the warmth of the noodles themselves. Not for the faint of tolerance.

Sipping the broth does not immediately warrant a cough, and it DOES make me want to go back for a second sip, even a third. It's got a richness to it that might be a meat/bone broth I'm the base that I appreciate, and I would go back to drink it.

While craveable for it's spice and broth, I find myself frustrated with the flakes, who's only purpose seem to be adding something to get dried on in the dishwasher if you aren't careful. I'd even go as far as saying the mushroom tastes actively bad. And I like mushroom!

The sodium level is high, but not as high as the Jongga kimchi. However, the Shin ramen doesn't have the variety of flavor offered by the acidic kimchi, that make the Jongga ramen superior for the sensory variety. Also, I feel decently full after eating these noodles! It's not a particularly large portion, but it wasn't meager either.

I would call the Shin and Jongga ramen equals, with strengths and weaknesses in different areas, placing the Shin ramen at a 7/10. I'm not really eating for cooking time, but its worth knowing that although the Jongga ramen has a deceptive 3 minute wait, one should factor in the time it takes to bring the water to a boil, so both ramens cook at approximately the same speed.

Now for that other people are saying:

We asked expert witness @powerwordcum for his opinion on these noodles. Here's what he had to say

Ive only had the spicy kind, but its p good, a little high on my spice tolerance but still tolerable. Noodles soft but not *crumbly* like maurachen. What I like to do is give it two fried eggs, stir some mayo into the water * PRE POWDER * and put some green onions

We'll follow up on his recipe, the next time we get green onions from the store (they spoil like a bitch, though!)

Amazon reviews show Shin ramen to be a very popular brand. Many recommenders offer only praises, especially highlighting the texture of the ramen. One recommends draining the broth to get a spicier noodle (heresy) and another recommend adding a bone broth to make up for the Gourmet Spicy's lack of flavor in comparison to some of Shin's other flavors, which does make me curious about comparing some of those. (Another uses half the spice packet and half chicken bullion for a less spicy, similar effect)

The abundance of complimentary recipes does give this ramen an advantage, and being able to find an abundance of ways to mix it up is something people on the fence might like to know. However, we don't give Popularity points in my house.

Notable reviews include those titled "might be poisonous"!

While no one seems willing to SELL a child for this ramen, it does seem incredibly popular among spicy tolerant kids and teens. The price fluctuates, though mine were roughly 2 bucks per bowl, which i'd day is reasonable.

Without much new information in the mix, I'd say this one continues to sit at a solid 7/10.

#lush's instant ramem adventure #shin gourmet spicy by nongshim #jason tag #lush chats

[rey1x1]

I'm getting hotpot tonight and I desperately want to try their kimchi

however

I am allergic to crustaceans and kimchi has shrimp

might just be a fuck it we ball kind of night cuz it's a 1 in 7 chance I react at all

#i can just eat a benadryl itll be fine ASDFGHJKL #ramblings of rey #food tw #i just want to try korean food so fucking bad bro i know ill like it

[theluckyr]

So! As Isaid I am OBSESSED with your idea, and I was wondering. What if the reader was taking care of them? Like yk, really good a cooking, checking up on them, etc. Like how would they react? If its not too much, which it probably is, it would be nice with everyone :) but if it is, which it probably is, just Yoru, Sage, Fade, Jett and Sova.

(Also please dont make it too romantic, just kinda like nice siblings :))

Sorry if its too long lol 💀

My very first request?! What a joy!

Comfort

Yoru

When y/n found out that his diet consisted of instant spicy ramen and energy drinks, they immediately hopped on the net searching for some recipe ideas.

So right when he enjoyed his usual meal, they quickly swapped his meal with their home cooked meal.

He was about to get angry until he noticed some piles of pots and pans on the kitchen sink (so you did make this yourself) , he decide to calmed down and grabbed the spoon to take a few bites.

His stoic expression doesn’t tell much but (y/n) was anxious for a feedback.

“So, how is it?”

“It’s good. You can have my ramen”

As you took a bite of the ramen that he made, you immediately went on a coughing fit. Turns out he put more chillies in his ramen. He had a good laugh for a few minutes before handing (y/n) some water.

Jett

Found herself bored all day, no work. Just stay in HQ all day. As she laying on the couch, y/n while take their apron off asks.

“What’s up with you, Jett?”

“Just bored, nothing else to do y’know. Ugh…..”

“I know something that could cheer you up”

“What?”

(y/n) head back to the kitchen and bring a plate of fresh hand rolled kimbap for her. Jett was surprised, she didn’t know that (y/n) could make some Korean food.

"It's not much, but i hope you like it" then (y/n) handed her a pair of chopsticks. When she tasted the kimbap, she quickly pulled (y/n) for a hug.

"It's fucking good, i want more!"

"I put the rest of them on a fridge and there’s kimchi as well"

“THERE’S KIMCHI TOO?!?!!??”

She thanked the universe for letting her not to work on that day.

Fade

Prowler is a manifestation from her own mind and not a lot of people greeted her other than to talk about work. It was no brainer that she needs a company.

So game night it is!

Or manicure

Or watching some movies while bundled up in a blankets

Or making a henna designs for (y/n)'s hands.

Basically every night is a fun night for these two

At first, she was very skeptical with (y/n)’s sudden attention and only to find out that one of their nightmares was seeing fade as a mere tool. To witness it first hand really made her realize that (y/n) genuinely cares about her.

So there are times that Fade would give her own ideas as well. It would be no surprise to see (y/n) and her playing a lot of card games or teaching (y/n) how to make people lose their composure in poker games.

On the good side, you have a coffee buddy every morning.

Sova

Sometimes he really missed having dinner with his family and some light conversations instead of having his casual dinner in solitude.

But right after he got back from practice, he heard some noise in the kitchen. He saw everyone were hand in hand helping (y/n) with dinner.

“Can somebody pass the salt?”

“Got you, Y/n”

“Brim, We need more bowls”

“Do we have enough utensils for this?”

“Is it too much seasoning?”

“It’s pretty balanced to me”

“Where’s the bread? You said it’s in the oven”

“Um…..I'm scraping the burnt parts on the bread?”

“What’s the perfect wine to pair with the food? Red or white?”

“Red and Get out of the kitchen, Chamber!”

When Sova asked what’s going, Sage while untying her apron she explained when (y/n) was trying some recipe but turns out the recipe is for 20 people. So Brim decided to hold a dinner party. Forced everyone to help (y/n) or no bonus pay. Sova was delighted and chimed in to help out as well.

After a few minutes of chaos, all of them finally sat down including (y/n). Brim thanked everyoe for making this happen and enjoyed the feast. Everyone really enjoyed the food that (y/n) made including Sova. To enjoy this warm atmosphere once again, was something he held dear to his heart and he really thanked (y/n) for this to happen.

Even someone warned (y/n) to be more careful next time which they replied "At least there's enough for everyone right?" Which made everyone laugh in glee. That night was beautiful.

#self aware au #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant protocol

[authoruio]

Heya I really like your art style and just was curious what your TWST would think of my Ramshackle girl

hi~yo! Thank you ^7^!! Your OC is interesting!!

Carol with Jiyoon and UiO

Jiyoon seething at UiO "thats not how you greet new people"

Jiyoon would welcome Carol with open arms! Maybe talk about some little trivia's to get to know them?

Considering her personality, Jiyoon has already taken a liking for her!

As an author, Jiyoon would like Carol's critic reading her stories

UiO, on the other hand, would be fawning over them interest, she has many questions running inside of her head!

after the awkward confusion if she has ever seen Carol around or not

She might have a different coloration of identification, but she's still an NCR student, and a fellow student!

Though UiO would brainrot which dorm Carol belongs to... forgetting Ramshackle is an option.. since her brother is the only one she knows that belongs to Ramshackle

Carol somewhat reminds UiO of Jiyoon; hence why she could approach her easy! But UiO being UiO, she will cause headache left and right...

She will bombard Carol with many questions because of how much liking she has for her. You can call it a new interest as inspiration.

Jiyoon will try her best to calm the hyperactive puppet but she doubts she would calm down...

If Carol do explain her unique magic; UiO will be over the moon

"HUH? YOU GOT IT FROM YOUR OVERBLOT?"

UiO would blabber incoherent ideas that are theories of Carols UM

and more questions will be dumped to Carol- (maybe if she hasn't explained, then maybe she would be safe?)

If there are things Carol are willing to share or some story to tell, UiO is willing to listen!

...Though UiO would feel like crying seeing Carol is significantly tall as Jiyoon...

Carol with Miren and Aori

As usual to what Miren loves to do... Offer Kimchi... and maybe downgrade the spiciness- overall, Aori and Miren doesn't have any reason to not greet Carol warmly

If UiO introduced them, maybe they're fine?

Huh. Carol reminds Miren of Jiyoon, he's not sure if it's a good thing or what- Sure, Carol is cool and kind but he's skeptical (he's not used to people that act like Jiyoon)

He is curious about how her but more subtle, pray tell some stories to pass time?

Miren doesn't really know how to react to new people he did not first meet, much less dragged introduced by UiO

Miren will try his best to make her comfortable, downgrade his... chaoticness? (haha no never)

and maybe cook anything she likes?

Moving aside Mirens inner crisis, Aori would be like UiO but toned-down!

Aori would be amazed with Carol, with her personality, she reminds him of a certain Goddess back in their original world with a mix of Jiyoon! (Though he's sure Carol is more like the Goddess, he jokingly thinks of Carol as the incarnation of that said Goddess!)

He would ask her about anything she likes and if she mentions something he also likes, he would offer for them to do that!

He is amazed with many things she can do!

And maybe offer help to anything she's having difficulty to? (Who is he joking, he's maybe also bad at them-)

though she's not safe with his harmless pranks...

heh~

#this was so fun! #ty for the ask! #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #character interaction #oc interaction #Jiyoon Luck #Puppet UiO #Aotlantes #Glutton Miren #◦❧ ui arts #others ocs